My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Caldara's eyes revealed a strange look, and he was able to compete with these two legendary existences. Although Caldara was a little nervous, his heart was more excited.

Every core member of the Zandalar tribe holds a powerful force, but how strong this power is, even they themselves do not have a rule.

Alexstrasza, the life-binder, and the most mysterious and perverse existence in the legend can be the touchstone of this criterion.

Of course, relying on Kaldara's power alone, he was pitiful in front of the Red Dragon Queen and Frostmourne, and he needed some help from his compatriots.

"Attack? I like this plan. What do I need to do?"

Zujin stood up excitedly and said loudly.

As Zujin said before, even though his reason tells him that it is the right action to shrink all the troops to Zuaman, he still hates this cowardly approach.

In order to win, Zujin adopted this suggestion, but killed the war lord who made this suggestion to vent his anger; now Kaldara said that he would adopt a more aggressive response, which was very appetizing for Zujin.

"Manpower, I need a lot, a lot of trolls."

Caldara looked at Zujin and said every word.

"No problem, I will give you as much as you want; as long as I can see the blood of those humans stepping into the ghost land as soon as possible... there is no price that cannot be paid."

Zujin nodded and said seriously.

"You will do so, I promise in the name of Zandalar."

There was an inexplicable smile at the corner of Caldara's mouth. His volume was not loud, but it was extremely loud on the high and towering altar where the wind was blowing.

"damn it……"

Muradin? Bronzebeard smashed the head of a troll headhunter with his battle axe, then looked around scoldingly.

The dwarf warriors headed by Falstad raised their weapons in response to the gaze of their commanders. They had just repelled a troll's harassment.

A few days after the troll named "Kardala" left the camp, the coalition of humans, dwarves, and high elves that were fast moving toward Aman, the last lair ancestor of the Amani Empire, suffered a tenacious resistance from these green-skinned creatures.

Countless troll headhunters, groups of 30 to 50 people, launched a nearly suicide attack on the marching coalition forces.

If it is on flat ground, these troll attack teams are unlikely to cause any trouble to the coalition forces. Whether it is a strong dwarf warrior or an experienced human cavalry, they can solve this group of guys in one charge.

But here is the jungle, the jungle of the trolls.

These guys with moss-like dark green skins can quietly touch behind a human warrior without making a sound when he loses his vigilance.

Even worse, these guys are also very good at throwing weapons and archery. They sometimes swept through the nearby jungle like the wind, throwing deadly short spears and arrows from the dense trees and leaves to the marching coalition forces.

If the coalition forces are divided to catch up with these trolls that quickly flee after one blow, they will face the endless traps of these guys.

In the dense jungle, even if it is only fifty meters apart, it is possible to lose the trace of these trolls. Muradin? Bronzebeard and his dwarf warriors also tried to chase these trolls, but suffered heavy losses and achieved nothing.

"When this goes on, when will I be tall..."

Muradin? Bronzebeard murmured as he turned his bloody battle axe behind him.

Not far from the dwarf warrior team, Arthas was riding on his mount "Invincible", walking alongside the commanders of several other coalition forces.

Frostmourne sat obediently behind her master, she didn't intend to take the opportunity to make trouble, because Little Demon Sword knew that the master was in a bad mood now.

"These trolls are delaying our forward speed."

Arthas worriedly said a nonsense-this is of course a nonsense, even the most ordinary soldier can understand why these trolls would rather die.

"Their procrastination really worked, and we are now as slow as snails."

Varian Wrynn said with dissatisfaction, and while speaking, he waved his spear on horseback-although there was no need to attack the troll city, the speed of the coalition forces was indeed unprecedentedly slow.(To be continued.)

685 Arrived

As we walked farther and farther in the virgin forest of Ghost Land, the jungle that Alsace led the expeditionary army faced became denser.

Although the beast and poisonous insect society can avoid the marching path of the army, the trees will not move at all.

In order to open a path among the towering giant trees, Arthas even had to ask the Red Dragon Queen to take action and use her breath to burn these trees that may have existed for hundreds of years.

Under such bad marching conditions, the coalition forces had to drag into a long line, which also gave the troll attackers an opportunity. After several failed interceptions, Arthas had to send the strongest Dwarf warriors, protect their little strategic supplies and food.

"It's not just speed... These trolls should know that they can't defeat us by harassment alone. They must be preparing something, they are ready to hit us by surprise in the city of Zuaman."

Prince Danas mused and said-he inherited the name of "Troll Slayer" Thorbane, when he mentioned this group of enemies, he had a strange instinct.

"That Zandalar troll... The death of these forest trolls must be to buy time for him... Zuaman should not be far away, but when we get there... what unexpected things will happen? What?"

Arthas frowned. The cunningness of the Zandalari troll Caldara that day has kept him on his mind.

"Nothing can stop us, we have the help of the Queen, and Lady Frost's spells... even things that the orcs cannot do, can these cowards hiding in the jungle do it?"

Prince Danas saw that Arthas's face was a little confused, and he encouraged him.

"hope so."

Arthas nodded, but he still didn't take it lightly in his heart.

...

A few days later, when the army led by Arthas finally reached Aman, the last holy land of the trolls in the depths of the Ghostlands, he really realized what kind of opponents he was facing.

Alsace destroyed more than a dozen troll cities along the way. Some troll cities contained thousands of trolls, while others only had a few hundred.

However, any one of them, placed in front of Zuaman, is like a game of ignorant children building sandcastles on the beach.

"Holy light is on... How old is this city? What kind of creatures built this city? Is it really that group of rude trolls?"

Prince Danas couldn't help but sighed, although from the bottom of his heart he didn't want to believe that such a magnificent building was actually made by a brutal troll.

The jungle that was once considered by the coalition forces to be infinite here came to an abrupt end like a cliff, replaced by a vast open space.

Yes, it's vast—Prince Danas used this word to describe this open space because he felt it could hold the next Arathi Highland.

A city wall tens of meters high stood in front of everyone, closer to the blue sky than the huge and thick ancient trees; the sun was poured down because the trees were cleaned up, and the huge shadow caused by the city wall cast a little chaos on the coalition forces. The uneven military formation is as heavy as the psychological pressure that they are under.

"These trolls... if they were to attack Quel'Thalas early... I really don't know how we can win."

Alleria opened her rosy lips slightly in surprise, and everyone in the coalition army had never seen such a gloomy expression on the face of the high elf ranger who had always been elegant and indifferent.

Alleria's eyesight is very good, and she can see the densely packed troll warriors on the city wall just by making a pergola with her hands.

There are tens of thousands of these heavily armed troll warriors, and they can effortlessly destroy any country and city on this continent-Alleria has no doubt about this.

"Let the order go on and camp on the spot. The Knights of the Silver Hand cover the front. If the trolls dare to leave the city, you can't let a troll pass through your line of defense before the army line up.