Traveling through World of Warcraft

Troll troops poured into the Alliance camp like a tide. At their feet were the corpses of their fallen companions. These corpses became stepping stones for their advancement. The trolls let out a deafening roar, which was full of anger and murderous intent, as if they were going to tear the entire world apart.

They brandished the weapons in their hands, and the battle axes, sharp spears and heavy swords shone coldly in the sun. These weapons have been stained with countless blood, and now they will claim lives again. The trolls' eyes were full of madness. They had put life and death aside and only wanted to kill all the Alliance soldiers in front of them.

The Alliance soldiers were not intimidated by the troll's momentum. They clenched their weapons and prepared to face this cruel battle. The Alliance soldiers roared as the trolls charged forward, fending off the trolls' attacks with their shields and fighting back with swords and spears.

On the battlefield, blood splattered everywhere, and wailing sounds occurred one after another. Every swing of the sword, every thrust of the spear meant the loss of life. The bodies of the soldiers were split open, their internal organs exposed to the air; the heads of the trolls were cut off, and blood gushed out. The battlefield was littered with mutilated corpses, which were piled up in mountains and exuded a disgusting smell.

Just as the fierce battle between the two sides was in full swing, Chen Yu gave an order, and the Arathi army joined the battlefield like tigers descending from the mountain. They launched a surprise attack from the side and rear of the troll army, like a sharp dagger piercing the heart of the troll.

The warriors of the Arathi army were dressed in gorgeous armor, shining with silver light, like a group of warriors from ancient times. They were holding sharp swords, and the blades shone with a cold light, making people shudder. The warriors attacked the trolls in neat formations, their steps as neat as drum beats, and every step carried firm determination.

The trolls were caught off guard by this sudden attack, and their formation was instantly disrupted. There was a gap in the originally tight line, and the Arathi army took advantage of the situation to rush in and engage in close combat with the trolls.

On the battlefield, blood and shouts intertwined, forming a cruel and magnificent picture. The warriors of the Arathi army fought with skill and fearless courage against the trolls. Their long swords drew beautiful arcs in the air, and every slash carried a fatal threat.

Not to be outdone, the trolls rose up to resist and tried to reorganize their defenses. But the Arathi army's surprise attack had plunged them into chaos, and they were unable to effectively resist the enemy's attack.

In this melee, both sides showed tenacious fighting spirit. They fight for their beliefs and honor at the cost of their lives. Everyone on the battlefield is a warrior, and they use their actions to interpret the true meaning of courage and tenacity.

The cruelty of war reached its peak at this moment. Life disappeared in an instant, but the battle continued. Both sides are fighting for survival and fighting for victory. In this bloody land, only the strong can survive, while the weak can only become victims of war.

In an instant, the shouts of death, the sound of metal collisions and the smell of blood on the battlefield intertwined together, forming a suffocating atmosphere of terror. It's like being in hell, with death and destruction spreading around every corner.

The trolls were thrown into chaos, their attacks becoming disorganized and losing their original organization and strategy. The originally tight front began to disintegrate, and the trolls pushed each other, injured each other, and even killed each other. Their roars and roars filled the entire battlefield, but they could not conceal the fear and confusion in their hearts.

The Union soldiers keenly seized this opportunity. They worked closely with the Arathi warriors, fought in coordination, and launched a fierce counterattack. The Alliance soldiers advanced in neat formation, their swords flashing with cold light, and their shields forming a solid line of defense. They let out a high-pitched war cry, boosted their morale, and charged towards the chaotic trolls.

The warriors of Arathi were not to be outdone. They fought side by side with the Alliance soldiers with their skilled fighting skills and fearless courage. Their long swords drew arcs in the air, accurately slashing at the troll's vital points. Their steps were firm and steady, and every attack carried a deadly threat.

Under the joint attack of Alliance soldiers and Arathi warriors, the trolls fell into even more chaos. Unable to organize effective resistance, they could only try to find a way out in despair. But the Alliance soldiers didn't give them any chance. They surrounded the trolls tightly and didn't give them any breathing room.

On the battlefield, blood splattered everywhere and corpses piled up. Every swing of the sword, every thrust of the spear meant the loss of life. But in this cruel scene, the Alliance soldiers and Arathi warriors were full of firm determination and belief in victory. They know that only through resolute counterattack can they break the troll's chaos and achieve final victory.

In this hellish battlefield, there is only a thin line between life and death. The Alliance soldiers and Arathi warriors are marching towards victory with fearless courage and tenacious fighting spirit. Their figures shine brightly amidst the blood and chaos, becoming symbols of hope and courage.

Under the joint attack of Alliance soldiers and Arathi warriors, the troll troops suffered heavy losses. Their morale plummeted and they began to retreat in panic.

On the battlefield, the trolls dropped a large number of weapons and corpses. These weapons that once symbolized their power and glory are now scattered on the ground, no one cares about them. The corpses that fell to the ground became witnesses of the cruelty of this battle. Their blood dyed the earth red, exuding a strong smell of death.

When the Alliance soldiers saw the trolls' retreat, the battlefield was filled with excitement and joy. They cheered and hugged each other to celebrate this hard-won victory. Their cheers echoed on the battlefield, as if they wanted to spread the joy of victory to every corner of the world.

At this moment, the courage and perseverance of the Union soldiers were rewarded. The fearless spirit and tenacious fighting will they displayed in the battle allowed them to persevere in the most difficult moments and finally achieved victory. They knew that this victory not only belonged to themselves, but also to all those who fought for freedom.

While cheering, Union soldiers did not forget those comrades who lost their lives in the battle. They silently paid tribute to their fallen comrades, expressing their respect and memory for them. The sacrifices of these comrades will always be engraved in their hearts and become the motivation for them to move forward.

The cruelty of the war did not make the Union soldiers lose confidence, but instead made them more determined to fight for freedom. They know that only through unity and hard work can they defeat all enemies and realize their dreams of peace and freedom.

Troll Warlord Sinsa stood high on the battlefield, watching the battle in front of him with a gloomy expression. His eyes were full of shock and confusion, because he had never thought that humans could use magic.

In his understanding, humans are a small and fragile race. They do not have strong strength and fighting skills. However, what he saw at this moment was the human mages using various splendid magics to defeat the troll army.

Flame, frost, lightning and other elements flew on the battlefield, causing huge damage to the trolls. The human warriors were not to be outdone. They waved their swords, let out inspiring roars, and started close combat with the trolls.