Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 62 The White Ghost's Hole Card

The dark clouds all over the sky gradually dispersed under the blowing of the wind, and the sun's rays could finally penetrate through the thick clouds.

At this time, the sun was already westward, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the land where war was breaking out.

The hunters of the blood tribe rushed into the village of the sharp-horned tribe under the boost of their priests' spells, and fought a desperate battle with the trolls of the sharp-horned tribe. A poor hapless guy attacks.

Yaval rode his own Direhorn, waving a pair of bone clubs in his hand, charging left and right in the group of blood hunters.

He has lost touch with his large army, and now he is deeply trapped in the enemy's formation, and the only one he can rely on is himself.

However, Yawal knew very well that when he was deep in the enemy line, he died.

Where are the reinforcements?
This is the common aspiration of all the sharp-horned trolls at this time. They can persist until now because of this hope, because Yaval told them that reinforcements will come.

But what about reinforcements?
Where are the reinforcements?
Yaval himself didn't know where the reinforcements were, and he had prayed for the arrival of the reinforcements, but now his heart was desperate.

A wind snake in the sky noticed him, a lone troll, and swooped towards him without hesitation.

At this moment, Yaval's attention was all on the blood hunters around him, and he didn't feel the threat from the sky. When he raised his head and looked up, it was too late.

"Ahhhh!"

Yaval is not a troll who is willing to sit and wait to die, even if he dies, he will fight to the death.

Just when he was about to be bitten, a sharp arrow fell from the sky and instantly pierced its head, and the red copper arrow stained with its blood pierced through its entire snake head.

Killed with one blow, the wind snake's body smashed into the group of blood trolls on the ground.

"what's the situation?!"

Yaval was bewildered by the sudden change, and then a pterodactyl figure suddenly flashed across his eyes.

The pterodactyl team led by Roca regrouped after completing the investigation of the battle situation in the village of the Horned Tribe, preparing to compete for air supremacy with the blood trolls here.

Fifteen pterodactyl riders, led by Roca, launched an attack on the wind snake group that filled the sky.

The arrival of the pterodactyl team is just the beginning.

At the end of Yaval's field of vision, long spears soaring into the sky gradually rose up, and the bronze gun heads were polished brightly, reflecting the light of the setting sun.

Reinforcements from the Zandalari tribe have arrived.

The bronze equipment of the Zandalar tribe army seemed to be plated with gold under the setting sun.

Zuer stood in front of the army on a Deinonychus, with the long bronze staff in his hand pointing at the battlefield where they were fighting.

"kill."

Zul has nothing extra to say, he just wants to kill this group of blood trolls.

As the High Priest of the Horde, he should have stood in the rear line that was more suitable for a commander during the battle, rather than leading the charge.

However, Zuer chose to take the lead in charging this time.

Behind him are the heavy infantry of the Zandalari tribe, and on his flanks are the raptors of the Zandalari tribe.

Even in the sky above, soaring are the pterodactyl riders of the Zandalari tribe.

He has nothing to fear.

On the wide battlefield, the Zandalari reinforcements assembled in a phalanx were heading towards the village of the Horn Tribe with extremely high efficiency.

After all, their mission this time is to rescue the Horn Tribe.

The golden Zandalari tribe's reinforcements inserted into the battlefield like divine soldiers descending from the earth, noticing that the blood hunters of this army turned their weapons and rushed towards the Zandalari tribe's guns.

But in the face of this spear phalanx, their fanaticism and bravery seemed so insignificant.

Without formation, without effective organization, they can only charge forward without thinking, and they are destined to become the souls of this army.

The number of reinforcements from the Zandalar tribe is far less than the number of blood trolls who are besieging the Horn tribe at this time.

However, the current situation is rapidly tilting towards the Horn Horde because of the addition of reinforcements from the Zandalari Tribe.

The spear phalanx was like a moving city wall, and it quickly wiped away the blood trolls on the plain like an eraser.

"Reinforcement! Reinforcement is here!"

Yaval was very excited when he saw this golden army, and the addition of this support army seemed to give him a shot in the arm.

At this moment, his tired body was filled with strength again, and the bone stick in his hand became more powerful.

It wasn't just Yaval who saw the golden army among the trolls of the Sharp Horn Tribe, the news of the reinforcements' arrival quickly spread throughout the entire village of the Sharp Horn Tribe.

The hope of living appeared, and they had no reason to despair.

"Kill these white ghosts! Avenge our lost relatives!"

"Kill them!"

"It's time to fight back!"

"Lord Torcali is with us!"

The morale of the horned trolls who rekindled the fire of hope soared, while the morale of the blood trolls had a visible decline due to the arrival of Zandalar reinforcements.

A group of blood priests gathered in front of the two blood mistresses, waiting to hear their orders.

"Let that lone army come over, gather half of the troops, and give me priority to deal with the support army!"

After Amoyi listened to reports from various parties, he quickly came up with a plan.

The village of the Horn Tribe has already been breached by them. Without the hindrance of the wooden wall, it is only a matter of time before they can take down the entire Horn Tribe. The biggest variable now is the reinforcements from the Zandalari Tribe.

Therefore, solving that variable is the best choice.

"Back off! They back off!"

"Catch up! Avenge our loved ones who died tragically!"

The blood hunters in the Jianjiao tribe's village immediately evacuated after receiving the order of the blood mistresses. They were going to block the gate of the village to stop the possible counterattack of the Jianjiao tribe. The evacuated hunters will All are thrown into the battle to eliminate the reinforcements of the Zandalari Horde.

"kill!"

After Manco killed a blood troll with a spear in his left hand, the long sword in his right hand also pulled out a golden sword light and chopped off a blood troll's head.

"Watch your right side!"

Clara gave a loud reminder after stabbing a blood hunter who tried to sneak up on Manco with a single shot.

"Thank you, crazy woman. You should also pay attention, everyone pay attention to defend the Chinese army! Don't go too fast and cause disconnection!"

Manco took a look at the current situation of the Zandalari tribe's army formation after expressing his thanks. As the troop's charge became longer and longer, those blood trolls also deliberately pulled their army formation away.

This made the originally neat military formation a little messy, and the two wings and the central army even began to show signs of being out of touch.

This news is bad news for the reinforcements of the Zandalari Horde.

"The whole army slows down, and each queue regroups! Speed ​​up!"

Zul also noticed this, and immediately ordered the captains to reorganize their queues. At the same time, he also asked the messenger to tell Manco that his raptor dragoon troops should not rush forward too rashly, and pay attention to protecting the two wings of the central army.

The reinforcements of the Zandalari tribe slowed down under Zul's order, and began to quickly regroup.

It was also at this juncture that the blood trolls also re-deployed their troops.

Most of the blood hunters joined the battle preparations to encircle the reinforcements of the Zandalari tribe after a short rest, in order to eliminate this army that looked different and had extremely high morale.

Amoyi and another blood mistress named Nuo Si joined forces with a group of blood priests to sacrifice the captives captured from the villages of the Horn Tribe.

The phantom of the blood god Haka began to be summoned.

Accompanied by the prayer to summon the blood god Hakar, the blood flowing out of the sacrifices began to gradually gather and swell gradually.

The scarlet light also became brighter and brighter during the expansion of the blood mist, when Haka's will descended on the summoning array.

The whole blood mist instantly condensed into the shape of a huge wind snake.

"The great blood god!"

At the moment they saw Hakar's phantom, all the blood trolls crawled down.

Even the wind snakes in the sky flew over the phantom of Hakar.

Such a strange sight shocked the reinforcements of the Zandalari tribe and the people of the Jianjiao tribe who were counterattacking to regain the gate of the village.

"what is that!"

Manco asked Zul who was on the side in shock. Even Roca, who was defending the ground troops in the sky, landed back to the ground because of this shocking scene. He also had a lot of questions for Zul to answer.

"The phantom of the evil god has come. It seems that the commander of this blood troll is inevitable for us and the Horn Horn tribe."

Zul's expression was unprecedentedly serious. He never thought that this war would actually draw out the blood god hiding in the depths of the Nazmir forest.

In fact, as early as that day and night of conversation with Dasa, he had already known the real body of the blood god Haka, a very large wind snake.

It's just that Daza insisted that Hakar was not a demigod in the wilderness of Azeroth, but a monster from a different space outside the world.

After knowing the spying of those powerful forces outside the world and the strength of those gods and demons that the world of Azeroth has suffered, Zul is no longer afraid of Hakar's strength.

But now this scene made him have a new understanding of the strength of that blood god.

The opponent is just an illusion that can cause such a movement, so what kind of powerful influence will its body strength have?

After Haka's phantom appeared briefly, he raised his head to the sky and screamed.Its snake eyes seemed to pass through this distance, staring at every troll in the Zandalari tribe's reinforcements.

Because of this one glance, the morale of the trolls of the entire Zandalari tribe plummeted.

"Brace yourself! It's just a big wind snake! Nothing to be afraid of! Remember! We are the trolls of the Zandalari tribe! The loa will always be with us!"

Zul will not sit idly by and watch the morale of his troops drop.

While he was speaking, a group of golden holy light appeared in his hands, and this group of holy light took the form of Rezan and appeared in the Zandalari army formation.

"Ow!"

The golden Devilsaur phantom roared to the sky, and his roaring voice overwhelmed Hakar's.

This voice, like Huang Zhong Dalu, woke up the Zandalari tribe hunters who were demoralized by the appearance of Hakar's phantom.

It wasn't just Rezan's vision that answered Zul's call.

Gonk, Paku, Gani, Sirik, the phantoms of the four loa gods gathered around the phantom of Rezan.

"The loa are with us! For Zandalar!"

Zul shouted after finishing a set of buff spells for the reinforcements of the Zandalari tribe.

"Drink!"

The two warlords, Manco and Roca, clearly felt the change in their own strength, excitedly they urged their mounts to charge towards the enemy.

Thanks to the spell buffs of the Zandalari tribe, the army of the Zandalari tribe was really coated with a layer of golden light.

The phalanx became more orderly, and the shields and spears in their hands gleamed with the power of the Loa.

After casting this set of spells, Zuer fell into an unprecedented period of silence, and the use of divine spells also came at a price.

"Are you okay? High Priest."

Clara of the Raptor Dragoon was arranged by Manco to stay behind to protect Zul's safety.

"Don't worry about me, it's just that you can't ask the Loa for power for a while."

Zuer waved his hand to indicate that his problem was not serious, and took out a wooden jar from a bag he carried with him, skillfully uncovered the beeswax used to seal it, and a strong smell of herbs wafted out of it.

He drank the potion in the wooden jar without looking at it.

Most of the stamina and energy consumed by casting spells recovered after he drank the potion.

"Let's go, don't get out of touch with the big team! You should also return to the team, Clara Hunter."

After confirming that he was fine, Zul ordered Clara to return to the flanking raptor team.

In the distance, in the army of blood trolls, Hakkar's phantom also confronted Rezan and other loa gods for a while, and then disintegrated into a cloud of blood mist, which dispersed and merged into every blood hunter body.

This is the gift of the blood god, which greatly enhanced the explosiveness of these blood hunters.

Of course, this also comes at a price.

It's just that the price still needs to let these blood hunters survive this battle.

The morale of the Zandalari troops, gifted with the power of the Loa gods, exploded with extremely high morale, and all the hunters of the Zandalari tribe firmly believed that this battle would be won.

"Change formation!"

Zul had just received the information observed by Roca in the sky, and roughly guessed what the commander of the blood troll army was thinking.

They want to get rid of their support army first!
Now that you know the enemy's thoughts, you can't let the opponent achieve their goals.

On the ground, the raptor dragoons stepped forward from the two wings, and began to open up space and time for the formation of the heavy infantry, slashing and dispersing the blood hunters who surrounded them, and the heavy infantry, under the command of their respective captains, moved from one formation to another. The array is transformed into a hollow circular array.

As the circular formation gradually took shape, the velociraptor dragoons also retreated one after another, retreating into the hollow circular formation.

The defensive formation has changed.

Outside the circle is a dense forest of guns, and inside the circle are Zandalari archers holding big bows and arrows.

Bastards from Nazmir, feel the wrath of the Zandalari!
"Fire arrows!"

　PS: Today is Thursday, well, this week is coming to an end again.The recent days have been very difficult, my rhythm of life has been disrupted, so I feel irritable, anxious and a little nervous.I hope I can adjust it as soon as possible.

　　
　
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