My Frostmourne can't be so cute

According to common sense, Frostmourne is such a small body that it is impossible to contain powerful power; however, Frostmourne is not a mortal after all, and such rules cannot restrain her.

Although it is only a small palm of Frostmourne, the actual effect is like a cart made of a huge tree trunk, or a huge stone-like hammer, the gate of Zuaman was hit hard and creaked. The creaking sound.

Soon, a crack spreads on the door panel of Zuaman’s city gate centered on the place where Frostmourne’s palm hits. Soon, countless crack-like patterns appeared on the city gate. In the next second, It is like fragile glass, fragmented.

Seeing this from a distance, Muradin? Bronzebeard couldn't help but grow his mouth.

"Ms. Frost... isn't she a mage? Why is there such a strong body? Or... mage also has spells that can make the body stronger?"

Muradin? Bronzebeard expressed his emotions, while quietly asking Jaina, the only mage in the group.

"I... shouldn't have such a spell... even if there is, it is impossible to achieve such an effect..."

Jaina's head hurt when she thought about it, and she didn't remember that her teacher had mentioned such a spell, so she shook her head and replied hesitantly.

"Compared to this, I'm a little more curious... Alsace, if Ms. Shuang's body is so strong... At the hotel that day, you two...thank you for surviving!"

With a smirk on his face, Varian Wrynn patted Arthas on the shoulder lightly.

"Don't talk nonsense..."

Arthas glared at Varian Wrynn, and he found that this guy was less and less like a king. It seemed that his days as a king in Stormwind were really easy.

"Master~"

Frostmourne trot from the gate of Zuaman to Alsace's side, and suddenly threw himself into his arms, nestling on his chest without anyone else.

"Master, Xiaoshuang is much more useful than the big stupid dragon!"

Frostmourne said with an inviting credit, and he did not forget to turn his head and point to the city of Zuaman whose door was opened.

"Ok!"

Arthas patted Frostmourne on the back, but his thoughts were not on his little magic sword at all.

It's too weird, everything is too weird.

——Thinking Alsace.

For the trolls, this is undoubtedly a great crisis encountered after the birth of this race. If this powerful crusade composed of humans, dwarves and high elves cannot be defeated, the Amani Empire will be completely wiped out in history.

Arthas didn't believe those trolls would give up resistance, and he was also very wary of the so-called messenger from the mysterious Zandalar tribe.

But now, everything is going very smoothly, the four gods barrier disappeared, and the gate to the city of Zu Aman opened... it seemed like an empty city.

The open gate and the dead silence in the city of Zuaman evoked Alsace's bad memories. He remembered everything that happened in Stratholme.

No, no matter what, whether these trolls have escaped or have another conspiracy, the war cannot end here.

——Alsace shook his head, drove away his memories, and then hugged Frostmourne's slender and soft waist arms tightly.

This time, the opportunity to come again was brought to him by Frostmourne. Arthas was determined to never let Frostmourne’s painstaking efforts. He must give it to Lordaeron, the Alliance, and the entire Azeroth world. Come all the changes you can make, good changes.

Until the human cavalry ran over the gates of Zuaman like a torrent, the commanders headed by Arthas did not understand where the trolls had gone.

However, when these human cavalry swiftly advanced/advanced into the city of Zuaman and came to the huge altars with mountains and mountains, the trolls showed their figures..

As if they were suddenly given orders, countless green-skinned forest troll warriors rushed down from the temple and the altar, and they walked over the stone steps with hundreds of thousands of years of history with their long and thick thighs. , Launched a fierce attack on the human cavalry, as well as the dwarf warriors and high elf rangers who followed the human cavalry.

"Fight back! Fight back!"

Uther led the Knights of the Silver Hand on the forefront. He immediately responded to these trolls' surprise attack-drew out his two-handed sword, bathed himself in the holy light, and urged himself. The horse rushed to the troll's army.

"&&!"

The trolls shouted in words that Uther did not understand, and rushed toward the front of his horseshoe.

The paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand responded very quickly. They waved their weapons and urged their mounts to attack the trolls' army.

The dwarves passed through the gap between the horses, their heads wearing helmets with horns, and heavy plate armor on their bodies. The huge hammers and battle axes wielding in their hands could easily tear their enemies to pieces.

Although not known for close combat, the high elven rangers have become accustomed to cooperating with these allies. They hid behind the human cavalry and dwarf warriors, relying on their ingenious archery skills to provide support to their allies.

The number of trolls is not large, and they are very familiar with the terrain; but the coalition of humans, dwarves, and high elves did not lose the wind in the battle. Even though a battle had just ended last night, they were fighting high.

Of course, the existence of the Red Dragon Queen also made these trolls suffer a lot. This excited life oath-binder wandered over the city of Zuaman, swooping down from time to time, burning down an altar with a searing breath, or It was to grab a few trolls with huge claws and throw them into the sky, having a great time.

"These guys really didn't give up resistance!"

Muradin? Bronzebeard shouted while standing on a shrine that had been captured by the coalition forces.

Because of the wide field of vision here, Alsace set up this place as his temporary command post after receiving information that the attack was blocked.

"Because you know that the city wall will become the main target of the Queen's attack, so I gave up the flashy city wall and instead rely on these temples and altars to fight with us?"

Arthas pondered, thinking about the next move.

"But I have to admit that this strategy is still useful. In this way, the Queen's power will be difficult to use... We must also pay more casualties to completely eliminate these trolls."

Prince Danas said worriedly.(To be continued.)

711 Draw Soul

"Damn it, these trolls clearly have no way out. As long as they show a little timidity, we can take this city in one go..."

Varian Wrynn said bitterly while holding the binoculars provided by the dwarves and looking towards the alley battlefields in the city.

Everyone on the altar was silent. Everyone knew that there were some things that Varian Wrynn didn't say clearly.

It is precisely because these trolls know that if they lose the battle, they will have nothing if they lose the last holy ground, so it is conceivable how tragic the next battle will be.

"Alsace, come and see this!"

Varian Wrynn shouted suddenly, and then handed the telescope in his hand to Arthas.

"what?"

Arthas took the telescope in Varian Wrynn's hand, then looked in the direction of his finger, and frowned quickly.

"what happened?"

Noting what Arthas looked like, Prince Danas came to him and asked.

"The animal gods don't seem to leave."

Arthas frowned and replied while handing the telescope to Prince Danas.

Prince Danas took the telescope in Alsace's hand and looked at the distant battlefield, and then discovered the problem Alsace said.