Dawn of Lordaeron

You can search "Lordaeron's Dawn Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!On the wall of the fortress, Arthas leaned on his warhammer, observing the forest not far away, where countless birds were taken away—the troll’s troops had arrived in the forest in front of the Bantinorel barrier, and they were facing the elves. The territory is eyeing.

The preparations in the fortress are in full swing, and Arthas is holding a telescope, trying to see if he can see some trolls.

But the forest around Quel'Thalas was too tall and dense. After trying for a few minutes, he couldn't get any effective information except for the faint sight of some trolls.

Putting down the binoculars, Arthas gave up his plan to observe on his own, and waited for the elf scouts to inquire.

At this moment, Uther came over with a roll of intelligence.

"Arthas, the ranger of Ms. Windrunner has just notified us that the number of trolls is indeed about 8,000, most of them are ordinary troll warriors, there are also one or two thousand headhunters, as for spellcasters and witch doctors. , There are only a few people, which clan chief seems to be leading the team."

"I see, sir," Arthas took the information and scanned it again. "It looks like the troll is only going to try it, and it doesn't have much hope."

"Yes, this is indeed in line with the behavior of that guy Zul'jin." Uther knew the important figures in the orc tribe. He also thought that Zul'jin sent this team to block the tribe. Other people's mouths.

"The trolls don't have siege weapons. With their crude spears and throwing axes, they can't threaten the magic walls of the fortress."

Arthas watched as the elves set up mana crystal pedestals one after another on the city wall-after inserting mana crystals, these pedestals would cast low-level arcane arrows on the enemy continuously, which could be understood as a magic version of the fort. Or crossbow gun.

"Let the soldiers guard the walls and gates, and leave the rest to the elf rangers and musketeers. Don't worry about your bullets and gunpowder. Give me all the bullets!"

"Yes, Your Royal Highness!"

"This battle needs the cavalry and the paladin to finish off, sir, they will be led by you, I will guard the city wall, lest the trolls jump up with some weird methods."

"Very well, just as you said." Uther agreed with Alsace's deployment.

The result of this battle was destined to be no suspense - the troll chief didn't know which tribe he was from, and he was full of thought that he was here to avenge the priest, but they didn't know that they were actually just a bunch of victims.

As the battle started, deep in Zuaman, Zul'jin was facing another round of cynicism from Malakas, "Ha, Zul'jin, this is what you mean by hunting? Haraz he not only missed the tip The ranger general with ears, even put himself in!"

"Furthermore, you let that hapless little chief bring more than 8,000 wastes, in the name of sending them to take revenge, are you sure you are not going to die?"

Malakas didn't care about the life and death of those troops, they were just the elimination of the Amani trolls, just to reduce the useless population, but also to recover a part of the flesh and blood to worship the gods.He was merely mocking Zul'kin.

"Shut up, Malakas, I'm listening to the voice of the lynx god." Zul'jin yelled, then closed his one eye again.

After hearing Zul'jin's words, Malakas stopped his ridicule, not because he was afraid of Zul'jin, but facing the god of Loa, they would ensure that they were sufficiently humble.

There was silence for about three minutes, and Zul'jin suddenly spoke, "There is an unusual guy among the human beings, and the god of lynx has seen the same power as Bonsandi in him."

"Bonsandi?!"

Malakas’s face was full of shock--Bonsandi was the god of death in ancient troll belief. In addition to his love for trading, the biggest feature of this god is the strange and powerful force of death.

He is far more powerful and mysterious than ordinary Loa gods. In the ancient ages that are farther away than the Amani Empire, his beliefs spread almost throughout Azeroth, and even the most noble and ancient Zanda among the trolls. The Ra clan also has followers of Bonsandi.

The power represented by the god of death is undoubtedly the power of death, but this power is not even possessed by many priests of Bonsandi. After the Zandalari troll was isolated from the world for tens of thousands of years, Malakas was almost fast. Forget about this ancient Loa god.

Of course Zul'jin also knew Bossanti. He stared at Malakas, "It is impossible for humans to believe in Loa, and that human cannot have anything to do with Bossanti, but even the God of Lynx fears his power. We No more priests can be sent to hunt him."

"Why? Although Haraz's strength is not weak, he is best at assassination and hunting. The frontal battle is not as good as other priests."

"The humans tried to restrain part of the soul of the Lynx God, he almost succeeded, we can't take this risk." Zul'jin told Malakas the truth.

"If this is the case... at least we can't send priests anymore, it is likely to hurt the gods themselves." Malakas understood Zul'jin's meaning.

"We have eliminated most of the dissent through this war. No matter what the outcome is, at least the most basic goal has been achieved. There is no need to smash with the elves." Century Novels www.2000xs.com

After Zulkin sent away the lynx god, he sat on the stone chair, "Let's do it for now, the elves are lucky, we need to cultivate, at least in recent years, don't cause major conflicts."

"The gods can fully regain their power for at least ten years, and the priests can truly exert their full power."

"By then, it will be the day when the Amani Empire will recover!"

The witchcraft lord has no objection to this-the Amani troll has been waiting for thousands of years, and he doesn't care how much he has to wait for these ten years.

The battle of Farstrider Fortress lasted for a whole day. When the sun set again and the night rose for two months, the trolls took the bodies of their compatriots and fled back to the forest in embarrassment.

Fierce cheers erupted on the city wall. The trolls attacked the fortress wall several times, but they were all suppressed by the coalition forces. They used hundreds of casualties to make the trolls pay four. Five thousand casualties.

Arthas was standing on the wall, his armor was covered with scratches and blood, but the holy light on the warhammer was still dazzling. He stared at the direction the trolls were fleeing, his brows seemed to be slightly confused.

"We are victorious, Your Royal Highness!" The soldiers of Lordaeron shouted excitedly.

After Alsace suppressed his doubts for a while, and responded to the high emotions of the soldiers, he found his teacher Uther.

"Alsace, did a great job." Uther did not hesitate to praise himself, he recognized Alsace's performance in this support operation very much.

"I just did what I was supposed to do, teacher, after this failure, it is very likely that there will be no more large-scale invasion activities in the next few years."

Alsace thought for a while and decided to tell Uther of his doubts, "But I think they might be plotting something bigger."

"You mean those trolls will bring back the bodies of other trolls regardless of their deaths and injuries?"

"Yes, trolls don't have the habit of collecting corpses from their comrades on the battlefield, not to mention that they are obviously from different clans, but they even paid more casualties in order to take away some of the corpses."

"What do you think they are for?" Uther asked.

"Sacrifice--it is probably a grand sacrifice, allowing their gods to regain their power faster." Arthas didn't say another thing--the soul vision that the power of death brought him, so that he could I saw the souls of those dead trolls gathering in the depths of the primeval forest.

All the deaths and injuries caused by this war to the trolls will be turned into the nourishment of their gods, so the price paid by the trolls is not as great as imagined.

Arthas knew that it was very likely that within ten years, the Amani troll would run out and make waves again. By that time, there would be no such little trouble as this time. By then, the entire Quel'Thalas Both Lordaeron and Lordaeron may be threatened.

But at least this has won Lordaeron at least ten years of breathing time-if the elves' Farstrider troops and Sylvanas all die in this battle, the entire southern forest of Quel'Thalas will never be peaceful. At that time, Lordaeron, who bordered Quel'Thalas, was absolutely uncomfortable.

"The bloody and barbaric rituals of the trolls will sooner or later be sanctioned by justice," Uther said in a deep voice. Any human with normal concepts will not have any good feelings for trolls, let alone be kind and kind. The Paladin of Justice.

"There will be one day, teacher, but now we can enjoy the joy of victory."

"You are right. I will report your important contribution to this battle to His Majesty Tenaris. I believe your father will also be happy because of this."

While the two Paladins were talking, one of the two archmages accompanying the army came towards Uther, he took out a magic document and handed it to Uther.

Uther took a look and nodded, "His Majesty Tenaris has received news of our victory under the call of the wizards. He asked us to rest in Quel'Thalas for three days before returning to Lordaeron. "

"That's great news. I happen to need to attend a celebration party for Ms. Windrunner."

Uther was stunned, "When did she invite you?"

"Just after I took the head of the troll priest back yesterday," Arthas replied, "Teacher, do you want to go together?"

"Forget it, I don't like attending banquets very much." Uther seemed to think of something and rejected the offer.

Arthas was not surprised. Uther rarely attended banquets of human nobles. He rarely appeared at banquets except for his colleagues in the Silver Hand and his invitation. This great knight preferred to exercise alone. Own light.