My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"Master, here... there seems to be traces of soul magic."

Frostmourne frowned, then said to Arthas.

"Soul spell?"

Jaina was still more interested in spells, her eyes widened, and she repeated this strange word in Frostmourne's wound.

"Master, look at the body of this troll... Before he died, his soul was gone... It should have been escaped with some kind of magic."

Frostmourne, of course, wouldn't pay attention to Jaina, who she hated the most, and just said to Arthas to herself.

Originally, Frostmourne would naturally not be concerned about such a war, but now the Red Dragon Queen has almost used her own power to help Arthas win the war, although she does not think that this big stupid dragon can be a certain aspect. Own opponent, but Frostmourne is still unwilling to be beaten by her.

"Run? Where are you going?"

Vereesa asked with eyes wide open.

"Report. These trolls are really like cockroaches that cannot be killed, so they can run away..."

Arthas shook his head and said with a wry smile.

"Report?"

Vereesa asked suspiciously.

"Well, report, the soul of the escaped troll should go back and report to their boss.... But that's okay, human revenge itself is just and honest, and there is no need to hide it... let these trolls know their death date It’s not a bad thing to come."

Arthas's long gaze passed through the dense jungle in the distance, as if he could see the last enemy he needed to face in the depths of the jungle, in the last lair of the trolls.

When Northrend was the Lich King, Arthas knew that the trolls had an extremely advanced civilization and established an unprecedented glorious empire.

But now, in the face of Alsace's almost impeccable plan and the almost crushing power of the Red Dragon Queen, what can these former rulers of Azeroth do?

——Alsace is really waiting to see.

The deepest part of the vast virgin forest in Ghost Land is Aman, the last holy land of the trolls.

In the past thousands of years, countless brave troll warriors have accepted the blessing of the animal gods here, formed a powerful army, left the jungle, and went to fight against the enemies of the Zu Aman Empire.

The Gurubashi Empire in the south, the later high elves and the human alliance, the Zuaman tribe and all the powerful races they saw were enemies and enjoyed it.

As the base camp of the Zuaman tribe, the size of the city of Zuaman is far from comparable to other troll cities; the height from the flat ground to the largest altar of the gods in the city is hundreds of meters and thousands of steps. Above, a team of heavily armed troll warriors stood every few steps. They were the most loyal guards of the troll emperor Zujin.

Under the guards of these guards, the troll emperor Zujin, who has ruled the Amani Empire for thousands of years, is sleeping on his altar.

"Huh...huh..."

Although he was wearing brightly colored armor and lying on a huge throne made of gold, Zu Jin's sleeping face did not make it even the slightest bit of endearing.

Rather, because of the mutilated left arm, Zujin’s sleeping look was terrible at this time. The pale yellow saliva flowed from his mouth, soaked in the lavender mask, and then flowed on the armrest of his throne.

"My lord! My lord! It's not good! Something has happened!"

At this moment, a rickety troll quickly stepped on the dense steps and ran towards the top of the altar.

Along the way, the troll warriors did not stop the troll, because he was Marragus, the most trusted witch doctor of the troll emperor Zujin.

"Hululu..."

Zujin was awakened by the yelling of the troll, he shivered, sat upright from the throne, stared at his sleepy eyes, and looked around dimly.

"My lord, something happened! Our city was attacked!"

Malaguez's body seemed to have to be forced. He ran to Zujin in three and two steps, and said hurriedly.(To be continued.)

671 Counterattack

"Marragus! You idiot! Is there anything in this world more important than my sleep? If you dare to disturb my sleep next time, I will screw your head off and throw it away from here. Go down!"

It took a long time for Zujin to return to normal. Unexpectedly, he did not react to Marragus' words, but roared loudly.

"But my lord... the great Zujin, I just got the news that our city has been attacked..."

Marragus froze for a moment. Although Zujin's roar made him feel a little scared, he still tried to say what he came from.

"Assault? Where is the city? The outermost city? Zumasha of the Moss-Rotting tribe? Didn't we send them weapons and brave fighters some time ago?"

Zujin tilted his head for a moment, then asked in surprise.

"Zumashaer no longer exists, my lord!"

Marragus said to Zujin anxiously.

"Doesn't exist? What's the matter? The Moss Clan escaped? I want to screw all their heads off these cowards..."

Zujin yelled again after hearing what Marragus said.

"I didn't run away...Hey! Let him tell you what happened!"

Marragus was choked by Zujin's words and could only turn to his companion for help.

"Who?"

Zujin frowned and asked, and then surprised to see a vague shadow floating in a medicine jar on Marragus' waist.

The shadow looked like a troll, but it was translucent.

"What are you?"

Looking at the phantom in front of him, Zujin asked unceremoniously.

"Great Zujin, I am the witch doctor of the Moss-Rotting tribe, and Master Marragus is my teacher. Not long ago, our city was attacked by a dragon and has now been completely destroyed."

"Through a small spell, I was able to survive, and then immediately returned to Zuaman to inform you of this unexpected incident."

The voice of the phantom was the same as his figure, sounding floating, but Zujin could hear it clearly.

"The dragon?"

Zujin frowned, he remembered a bad memory.

"Yes, the great Zujin, a red dragon descended from the sky and spewed out flames that obscured the sky and set fire to our city. It is so huge, I think even without burning... The power of the body destroys our city."

The phantom replied respectfully.

"It must be that guy!"

Zujin gritted his teeth and said.