My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"What's more, we can go to Zandalar for help. They won't watch us be defeated by humans; Zandalar sages have power beyond our imagination, and any enemy will only turn into ashes in front of them."

The war lord who proposed the "shrinkage" plan said again.

"Zandalar..."

"they……"

...

This name made the warlords stunned, but they began to seriously consider the feasibility of this plan.

"No power is an opponent of Zandalar, even a dragon."

The war lord who proposed the plan added.

"Yes, yes!"

"In front of the Zandalari sage, the dragon is just a little reptile with wings!"

...

This time, his opinion was echoed by most of the troll warlords.

If there is any force in this world that can resist the dragon head-on, only Zandalar sages who have retained most of the glorious civilization of the troll empire in the ancient era can do it.

In the oldest age, things like giant dragons were nothing more than flying tools for trolls.

"Great Zujin, please accept my suggestion and order a contraction! As long as we concentrate all our forces on Zuaman, and at the same time send a small group of troops to continue to harass the human army, before the arrival of Zandalar’s ​​reinforcements, we will completely Can hold these human armies."

The war lord said to Zujin sincerely.

"Your suggestion is very good."

Zujin nodded and said.

"But I don't like the way you speak, and I don't like hearing you mention the name Zandalar."

Just when the war lord was delighted by Zujin's words, he heard the emperor's majesty sitting on his throne, saying so.

"what?"

The war lord did not believe his ears a bit.

"Cut off this guy's head and throw it under the altar."

Zujin ordered his guard.

"What? No, great Zujin, please listen to me explain, I..."

There was a panic on the face of the war lord. He knelt in front of Zujin with a plop, eager to explain something, but was held down by several strong troll warriors from behind.

A sharp dagger ran across the war lord's neck slowly and resolutely, and red blood gurgled from the neat incision and poured onto the huge blue stone brick in front of Zujin.

"Ho ho... ho ho..."

The troll war lord desperately tried to use his hands to plug the wound in his throat, but of course it was useless. His body fell weakly in front of Zujin, and his gradually dilated pupils were frozen in fear and Puzzled.

A troll warrior kicked the corpse on the ground fiercely and kicked it to the edge of the altar; the smooth bluestone hardly hindered the rolling of the corpse, and it slid smoothly to the outside of the altar. The ground fell towards the ground.

All the war lords closed their mouths tightly. They lowered their heads, not daring to observe the expression on the face of their Emperor.

Even the other trolls who were kind to the war lord did not feel dissatisfied with his death—not not wanting, but not daring.

Zujin's dominance among the trolls is absolute, and no one dared to question it.

"So, great Zujin, shall we wage a decisive battle against mankind?"

Marragus stood by and witnessed all this. When all the warlords were silent, the witch doctor whispered inquiries about their future plans.

"No, according to what this guy said, we shrink our forces and call everyone back to Zuaman. At the same time, you send someone to Zandalar for help and tell them what happened here."

Zujin said to Marragus.

"Yes, great Zujin, but..."

After all, he is the most trusted witch doctor recently. After hesitating for a while, Marragus glanced at the bottom of the bottomless altar, and then asked suspiciously.

Because Zul'jin killed the troll warlord, Marragus thought he didn't plan to follow the guy's advice.

Now it seems that if the result is like this... Isn't this war lord dead a bit wrongly?

——Marragus thought so.

"You said that guy? Oh... Didn't I say that, I think he was right, but I don't like the way he speaks. So I killed him, but took his advice. Is there any problem? ?"

Zujin said confidently.

"No... this is your jungle, you have the final say."

Marragus shook his head and lowered his head respectfully-unless he was crazy, he would never refute Zujin's words at this time.

Marragus has lived for a long time, but it hasn't been long enough that he wants to use his life to try, how high this altar really is.

"Then what are you doing here? Do you think that Zuaman's gate will remain open forever? Hurry up and summon your subordinates. The slowest pigs will be locked out of Zuaman's gate!"

Zujin banged the armrest of his throne hard, and roared loudly at the warlords.(To be continued.)

679 Conflict

"Damn, what do these trolls want to do?"

Muradin Bronzebeard complained loudly in Alsace's camp.

No one responded to the words of the King of the Dwarf Hill, because everyone in the camp was thinking about this question.

Another day is over. The night in the virgin forest always arrives earlier, and the coalition forces also set up camp in the forest early.

The difference from the previous ones is that everyone in the camp is very heavy, because compared to before, this is another day without gains.

Of course it is not really nothing, the coalition forces did destroy three troll cities, but...

What surprised everyone was that there were no trolls in these troll cities, they were all empty.

Although the Red Dragon Queen’s breath burned almost everything, Arthas and others inferred from subtle traces that these trolls might have left before they arrived.

The statues of various animal forms in the troll city fell horizontally in the troll's temple, as well as the scenes in the remaining houses. It is certain that these trolls left in a hurry, but also very thoroughly.

Not only today, the coalition forces have encountered this situation for three days in a row, so Alsace held a military meeting in the evening, calling all the leading figures in the coalition forces into his camp to discuss countermeasures.