Stormwind God

The trolls, almost above the canopy, prepared their weapons silently. Most of them showed the triangle-shaped sharp teeth, showing a wry smile.

This is a grudge that has lasted for thousands of years.

For the trolls, ever since the invader with pale skin and pointed ears set foot on this continent for the first time 6800 years ago, he has been stealing territory from the great Amani Empire.

They gradually seized control of this land. They have the speed of a troll, sneaky and even sensitive, and these elves have many powerful advantages, the most powerful of which is their **** magic. Trolls were before They have never been exposed to magic, and they have no way to fight back against mysterious attacks or to break through their arcane defenses.

The only thing that can be done is to use the high-speed recovery of the flesh and blood, with the number advantage, to suppress these abominable elves with blood and life.

The trolls succeeded for a time. Their ancestors cast an epic belonging to the trolls with blood, draining the last drop of magical energy in the blood of the elves, and then almost killing these weak people.

But just over 2,000 years ago, elves and mean humans formed a coalition. The two pale-skinned races completely destroyed the Amani Empire. They captured the fort, burned the castle, burned the cultural essence of the Amani Empire, and slaughtered tens of millions of fellow trolls.

Once the ruler of the planet, the great Amani empire became fragmented and no longer has the glory of the past. All that remains is the shadow of constant defeat for thousands of years, like the death of the cheekbones that entangled every troll. The soul, and the troll can no longer recover his glory and recapture everything that belongs to him.

Until now ...

The tribe's emergence out of thin air gave them hope for revenge. Zukin was also willing to believe them.

Orgrim * Hammer of Destruction, a powerful and intelligent tribal leader, promised him to help them rebuild the Amani Empire.

In fact, at the beginning of the war between humans and orcs, Zul'jin tried to reunite the trolls of the various tribes.

Amani, Fire Tree, Rotten Moss, Evil Tooth, Evil Branch, Burnthorn, Dead Wood ... These forest troll clans that have split countless generations and have become hostile to each other and hate each other, In the face of glorious goals, for the first time, they have something in common.

Zul'jin challenged and defeated the leaders of these clan one after another, whether through battle, competition or whatever.

All of them had fallen before him, and they and their tribes would obey his command. The forest trolls are united again.

In addition, the Frost Troll clan such as Frostmane, who has been taken away by the Bronzebeard Dwarf, has also joined the army of revenge.

With the help of the tribe, they will clean up the world in a similar way to human elves and then re-rule the forest. The orcs showed no interest in the forest, and Zul'jin suspected that they would occupy the valleys and plains of the world.

The orcs wanted to let them go, the trolls wanted only the forest.

On the tree, looking at the elves who didn't know they had stepped into the gate of hell, the smirk on Zu Jin's face became even more prosperous. Zujin, who grew up immersed in the mud of hatred and revenge, fully understood the feelings of his fellow citizens.

They have penetrated into the home of the elves, and are preparing to kill the elves in this land stolen from them, in a place that the elves consider themselves to be home and extremely safe. Let the elves also taste the feeling of losing their homes and killing their compatriots.

Huo Ran, the sound of wind breaking above his head alarmed individual patrolling elves.

It's too late.

Trolls are not known for their strength, they are relative to orcs.

In such an environment, which is less than two seconds away, and already has a short army of soldiers, the shortcomings of the elves' insufficient combat ability are multiplied.

Zul'jin jumped from the tree, and the huge soles of his feet stepped on the heads of the two elves. The huge weight coupled with the acceleration of gravity, Pei Ran's huge force easily broke the cervical spine of the two of them.

Before stepping on the ground of the woods, Zujin threw his axe in a strange way.

The sharp axe swirling in mid-air easily flew between the two elves. Before they responded, the rotating axe blade had cut the throat of an elf facing Zujin. Within half a second, the axe slashed deeply into the head of the elf a little further behind.

The same goes for the other axe.

The speed of the fall was almost no less than that of the two elves that were trampled by Zujin. The remaining four elves lost their bodies and fell down, and blood splashed on the leaves of the grass in the forest.

shocking!

Without screaming, the rest of the elves were cleaned up by the trolls from the sky.

Zukin was satisfied with the ambush before the meal.

"Cut off the head and hang it! If there is still a chance, tell the later elves that the troll is coming!"

On the various fronts at the southern end of the Yongge Forest, the trolls frantically attacked the elves' outer patrols. Some troll units easily won, while others paid a heavy price.

"What? You mean that some of the elves foresaw our arrival and made arrangements such as anti-siege?" Zu Jin was very confused by his reports.

If this is a war with a top-down warning, then the troll's loss will undoubtedly be much greater. Unfortunately, only less than one-fifth of the area is trolls who have suffered a fiasco defeat, and the rest are overwhelmingly great.

"No matter, the rest is left to the orcs. It's up to Orgrim to break the **** defense magic of the elves as he promised."

"What are you doing?"

When Gul'dan approached Orgrim, the chief wary questioned him.

"Some things you should see for yourself, the great hammer of destruction." Gul'dan bowed deeply.

Orgrim nodded, put the hammer on his shoulder, and signaled Gul'dan to show him the way.

Gul'dan turned and walked back with Doomhammer and his guard.

Soon, they came to the front of a huge earthen pit that had been dug out. At the bottom of the pit was a huge stone with countless delicate runes painted on its rough surface. The strokes must come from some clever creatures.

The point is not this.

Even those with no knowledge of mysterious abilities and spiritual power, such as Doomhammer, can feel the energy emanating from this bulky stone.

"This is the trap of the elves?" Orgrim asked.

"Yes, and not just traps." (To be continued.)

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