My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Frostmourne never fails to detect souls; outside the camp of the coalition forces, there is indeed a team of troll warriors who stopped at the edge of the jungle cleared by the coalition forces, in the shelter of the forest. Next, he looked at the camp of the coalition forces.

Dekara is a war lord of trolls. He was ordered by Emperor Zujin of the Amani Empire to attack the coalition camp with troll warriors loyal to him.

Draka summoned the troops from his territory at noon and arrived at the coalition camp just at night.

More than three thousand troll warriors gathered behind Dekara. This was not only his own army, but also the army of several other warlords, who were allocated and paid under Zujin's order for his unified command.

For the trust of His Majesty, De Cara is very grateful; he knows that he must succeed and not allow His Majesty's decision to be questioned-of course, no trolls dare to question.

"Lord, should we launch an attack?"

In the darkness, a troll warrior came to Dekara's side and asked him for instructions.

"This group of humans simply don't put our trolls in their eyes. They are running rampant in our jungle, and they dare not strengthen their guards at night... But this is just right. In the name of Zujin, we want them to be ourselves Paid the price of blood!"

Dekara whispered.

Looking back at his troops, there were more than 3,000 troll warriors, some with short spears and some with short axes. Their sharp fangs shone with a chilling light under the moonlight.

"Attack! Attack! Kill these humans and eat their brains!"

De Cara drew his short spear from his waist and shouted loudly; the ghostly and stern troll language was especially obvious in the silent forest.

A group of sleeping birds were awakened by Dekara's loud cry, and when they hesitated whether to fly away, the louder voice helped them make a decision.

"Wow!"

Large swarms of frightened birds soared up from the woods, their wings covering the moonlight and the troll warriors rushing forward.

Countless vigorous troll warriors rushed out of the woods. They roared loudly, shouting that they would kill the enemy, eat the enemy's brains, and then rushed towards the silent coalition camp.

"These guys, are you afraid that others won't know they are here?"

In the camp of the coalition forces, Prince Danas frowned and said.

Despite the two-way enemy, Prince Danas kindly pointed out the enemy's wrong way of fighting.

"It's estimated that these guys haven't fought much war, right!"

Muradin? Bronzebeard said with a big smile.

"However, the current situation is also a bit detrimental to us. Although we have prepared, this is a camp after all, with limited space, and we not only don't know the number of enemies, but the moonlight tonight is also a bit...not too bright. "

Uther is always so calm. He analyzes his own disadvantages for his disciples.

After hearing Uther's words, Arthas smiled helplessly-this paladin will always be like this, no matter in the original time flow or now.

I don’t know if it’s because of his upright temperament or something else. In short, even in the most optimistic situation, Uther will consider some negative results.

This is of course because of his thorough consideration, but if he is an unfamiliar person, he will definitely think that he likes to go against the tune.

"Xiaoshuang, the light issue is left to you."

Arthas looked up at the sky. Indeed, because the surrounding trees are high, the moonlight can be thrown into the clearing in the forest is scarce, and there seems to be some clouds in the sky tonight, which somewhat obscures the brightness of the bimonthly. .

"Good host!"

Frostmourne responded crisply, and then raised both hands, a light blue ball of light condensed from Frostmourne's hand, and then slowly floated into the sky.

"What is this?"

Sylvanas muttered as she looked up at the blue ball of light.

In the dark night, the light ball with a little blue fluorescence looks like a small blue moon, but Sylvanas can’t figure out how such a dark light is what Frostmourne does. ?

It turns out that the spell of Frostmourne is certainly not as simple as Sylvanas imagined. Soon, the light blue ball of light became brighter and brighter, and the light at first was a little dazzling, but it quickly became softer. Get up, like the real moonlight.

But because the moon was under the canopy of the jungle, the camp of the coalition forces and the surrounding situation suddenly became bright.

"Xiaoshuang, such a strong light will not burden your body, will it?"

Arthas asked concerned.

Arthas still knew a little bit about his little magic sword; but he couldn't be blamed for this, because there were some things Frostmourne couldn't tell him.

In the original time flow, Arthas knew that Frostmourne strengthened her own power by devouring the soul; but now, Frostmourne hadn't swallowed the soul for a long time, and Arthas was a little worried that her power would be lost. It will be too overdrawn.

"It's okay master, this is just a simple spell!"

Frostmourne quickly explained to Arthas-being able to be relied on by the master was a very happy thing for Little Demon Sword, she didn't want the master to feel unreliable.

But for the troll army led by Draka, they are not happy at all now.

From the camp of the Allied Forces of Forest Road, Draka's troll army quickly crossed this short distance and rushed towards the gate of the camp.

Of course, these trolls don't have to enter the camp through the gate, they are very good at climbing, and the cut wooden fences around the camp can't stop them.

Draka, who rushed to the gate of the coalition camp, had already begun to imagine how he would drink the enemy's blood in the next second.

However, in the next second, a bright ball of light burst into dazzling fluorescence in the sky, dazzling Draka's eyes, but also exposing the whereabouts of his entire army.(To be continued.)

676 Battle

"Lord, what should I do!"

At this point, even the most stupid troll knew that his whereabouts had been exposed; a troll warrior standing behind Draka asked nervously to his lord.

"Flush!"

Seeing the rows of heavily armed soldiers in the human camp under the bright ball of light, and the dazzling weapons in their hands, Draka knew that his surprise attack had failed.

But Draka didn't want to just give up, even though he knew that he and these three thousand orcs would never defeat the prepared human coalition, but in order to live up to Zujin's newcomers, Draka decided to at least make these humans pay the price.

"Kill all these humans!"

Draka yelled, and jumped over the one-person wooden fence in the coalition camp first.

Although Paul has rich military experience, he still miscalculated the strength of these trolls-but Paul can not be blamed, because it is impossible for humans to jump vertically over a wooden fence that is tall.

But the trolls can. Their slightly curved lower limbs are thick and powerful, just like frogs.

"How dare you step into Zujin's jungle!"

Draka yelled in a troll whisper, and wielded his short spear to stab the lined up royal guards of Lordaeron in front of him.

As a war lord, Draka is undoubtedly a strong troll. Such a troll is not an opponent that humans can defeat when fighting alone. He can even single out three to four human soldiers without fighting alone. Falling wind.

But here is the battlefield, and it is not realistic to single out.