Dawn of Lordaeron

You can search "Lordaeron's Dawn Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Uther's warhammer smashed the head of a troll in front of him, and the great knight effortlessly cleared a large area around him.

The power of the holy light strengthened Uther's body. Although he could not make him collapse and destroy the earth, although ordinary swords can still hurt him, the extraordinary is extraordinary, and ordinary trolls are not black at all. The enemy of Thrall.

Under the back and forth charge of Lordaeron's cavalry and the precise arrows of the elves, this troll pioneer finally showed signs of defeat.

An old hunter of the troll sensed their disadvantage, brandishing two battle axes, and after pushing back a paladin's offensive, he rushed towards Uther, who was clearly the backbone of the human army.

The light messenger looked at the aggressive troll hunter, calmly squeezed the warhammer, and was ready for the battle. The majestic holy light was condensed on the hammer head of the warhammer, ready to swing a heavy blow.

It's a pity that this troll hasn't completely moved forward, and a warhammer made of holy light slashed across the battlefield like lightning. Before he could dodge, the warhammer slammed into his face fiercely.

The tall headless body slowly fell down, and the neck where the head had been lost was charred, as if it had been burned by the heat.Not only that, after the Holy Light Warhammer killed the Troll Hunter, there was still room for it, causing a violent explosion among the Trolls.

The corner of Uther's mouth curled up, his arm turned, and the heavy hammer dropped a troll that had rushed from behind to the ground, crushing his head with force.

Alsace, who had rushed to the battlefield, took the lead, leading the twenty privy knights and rushed into the formation of the trolls.

Menethil's PowerThe blazing holy light was engulfed on it, and every time Arthas waved his arm, two or three trolls fell to the ground wailing.

The self-healing ability that they are proud of is useless in front of Arthas and his privy knights, because their accuracy and lethality are all kills with one blow.

As more and more trolls fell, the trolls who were the vanguard were finally defeated. They quickly withdrew into the dense forest, leaving hundreds of corpses to flee in embarrassment.

The shining light on Arthas slowly dissipated, and he drove the horse back to Uther, "Sorry, teacher, it's a bit late."

"You are here at the right time, Arthas," Uther leaned on the warhammer, not at all tired. Compared with the intensity of the orc wars, this group of trolls can bring him too little pressure.

"Let the soldiers clean the battlefield, we have to go to the headquarters, the situation is a bit complicated," Arthas sent soldiers and elves to clean the battlefield together, and let the paladins and priests stand by here, in case there are witches on the troll's body. The poison curse exists.

After arriving at the camp, Uther also noticed the curse on Sylvanas. He frowned and understood that it seemed difficult to deal with, "What happened to Lady Windrunner?"

"It may be cursed by the high priest of the troll, but I have a way to dispel it, but it takes time." Arthas explained briefly.

At this time, the generals of both the human and the elves gathered in the camp, discussing the next plan.

"Thanks to Lordaeron for his assistance, I won't say more nonsense. Based on the information and speculations I got from my scouts, the number of trolls has exceeded our original expectations," Sylva after Lilian's initial treatment Nas's complexion improved a lot, and she quickly understood the current situation.

"How many people are there now?" Uther asked.

"At present, it is likely to exceed 20,000."

Sylvanas' tone seemed a little low, because the difference in numbers between the two sides was too big.

"So only with the defensive level of the outpost, we can't resist the troll's attack. We must retreat to the Bantinorel barrier and block the troll's attack with the barrier and fortress."

"Now we have repelled another wave of their offense without much loss. But we must evacuate before their next offense." The latest novel www.zuixiaoshuo.net

Sylvanas swiped the map and pointed out the destination of their retreat.

"I have a question, ma'am." Uther raised his own question. "We haven't figured out why the trolls are mobilizing so many manpower. If they just attack Quel'Thalas, they can give us up. The heavy fortress will attack other places."

"This is also a concern for me," Sylvanas has the same concern, but it is also true that Farstriders are short of manpower. "Fortunately, there are teleportation circles in other fortresses. If trolls attack other fortresses, we can use the most Fast speed support."

Arthas stared at the map on the desktop, frowning, and he said with some uncertainty, "No...no, the troll's attack is not purposeless."

"Oh?"

After hearing Alsace's speech, everyone present turned their attention to the prince's thoughts.

"You just mentioned that the Farstriders are understaffed. As your old adversaries, the trolls must know this very well." Alsace analyzed, "If I were the commander of the trolls, I would definitely take advantage of you to dispatch troops. At the time, pretend to attack here, and then send large troops to attack other places. After all, their number is at least ten times ours."

After listening, Sylvanas nodded in agreement, "Indeed, no matter who is in charge of these trolls, he can't be a fool. Obviously there are places that are easier to break, and he shouldn't come here and die with us."

"And now the Farstriders have been dragged to this outpost for several days. If the trolls have not attacked other fortresses, it means that they are probably not a feint here, but the main force..." Arthas looked at Floating on Sylvanas, plus the curse in Sylvanas, he felt that he was very close to the answer.

"Ms. Windrunner, I think, I know what the troll's goal is."

"What is it?"

"Their goal is nothing else, just to draw you and your troops out of Bantino Reel."

Everyone was stunned by Arthas's answer. They instinctively wanted to refute, but Sylvanas herself spoke first.

"This sounds ridiculous? The purpose of their war is for greater casualties?"

"This may sound absurd, but it is in line with the weird behavior of the trolls," Arthas explained. "Otherwise they can choose to attack other places, if they just want to burn, kill, looting or If you retaliate, there is no need to face the main force of Farstrider here."

"So they gather here, even using several tribal witch doctors as bait, either they want to capture or kill you, or they want to completely annihilate the Farstrider troops."

"In addition, these trolls are likely to be commanded by their high-ranking priests. I guess they are most likely seeking sacrifices for the revival of the God of Loa."

"Ms. Windrunner, as the leader of the Farstriders, is also a powerful ranger, which is in line with the usual sacrifice thinking of trolls."

The generals of the ranger army bowed their heads thoughtfully. The behavior of the trolls is indeed different from the past. They always choose the weakest place to attack, but this time they waited for them to mobilize the troops and chose the most Start in difficult places.

If they thought that the trolls were confident in their numerical superiority before, after Alsace's words, they could not help but analyze this possibility.

"But how are you sure?" Sylvanas asked after a moment of silence.

Arthas replied without hesitation, "Of course I am not sure now, but we can test the trolls. If they get the bait, it means that there is no problem with my guess."

Sylvanas squinted her eyes, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and her delicate white face showed a playful expression, "How do you want to test?"

"They set up a trap with bait, and of course we can." Arthas's smile became meaningful. "After all, trolls prefer living sacrifices to corpses."