Azeroth Monster Manual

"Run! The Evil God has descended! There's no time to run!"

“Died… died, all died, hahaha, all died, hahaha…”

“Help, I don’t want to die, I want to go home, Little Flower is still at home waiting for me to come back and get married…”

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In the massive Zul'Altar (Zul'Altar is a city, and landmarks within the city are called Zul'Altar... I, the author, am adding this note because I'm afraid the readers might get confused).

The Wood and Evil Branch trolls, who were originally at each other's throats, killing each other mercilessly, finally temporarily put aside their mutual hatred under the threat of Shadra and Hakkar, howling and fleeing like a group of headless flies.

Even the most solid city cannot withstand the rampage of over a hundred thousand headless flies for long.

Shouts, cries, this ancient city has become a living hell, and the entire Zul'Altar has been completely turned into a Shura field.

Countless elderly, weak, women, and children were trampled to death by the rampaging army. The number of these unlucky people who were accidentally killed by their own compatriots even exceeded the number of casualties from the mutual slaughter between the two tribes.

But in this Shura field, there is a light! A light that illuminates all the sufferers!

A squad of Evil Branch trolls was fleeing like stray dogs, but at this moment, a powerful voice attracted their attention.

“It's Black Magus! Black Magus is over there!”

A scout with good eyesight shouted in surprise.

“Where! Where is Lord Kima?”

“It really is the Centurion, we are saved!”

The troll squad hugged each other with tears in their eyes, and after discussing it, they all ran madly towards Kima's direction.

“Compatriots! We are trolls, descendants of the great Zul, at this critical moment, let us put aside our prejudices against each other! Let us unite together.

Shadra has abandoned the Wood Trolls, but I will not! Razath (Evil Branch Overseer) doesn't care about us, but I will not! Hex, that bitch, betrayed us, but I will not!

Put down your weapons, let us break out a path to survival! Here, I, Black Magus, son of Bwonsamdi, Centurion, Bane of Wood Trolls, uh, that doesn't count, in short, I will lead everyone to leave this place, I, Kima, guarantee it!”

Kima stood on a pile of architectural wreckage, grabbed a broken greatsword, struggled to raise it above his head, and said loudly to the dark mass of trolls below.

After a moment of silence, a huge cheer suddenly erupted in the originally silent city.

“Roar! We swear to follow Black Magus to the death!”

“Thank Bwonsamdi, thank the son of Bwonsamdi, we are saved!”

…

The remnants of the troll army and the Wood civilians below cheered and celebrated each other. The light of hope was rekindled in the originally dead eyes of these poor people by Kima's passionate speech.

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“Centurion, are we really going to throw away our weapons and armor?”

Looking at his companions discarding their armor and weapons (literally discarding their armor and weapons), an Evil Branch soldier raised his question.

“Idiot, can you outrun Shadra with your weapons? Or can you withstand the Evil God Hakkar wearing your armor? Can't you understand such a simple truth? I think you've lived the last 20 years in vain?”

The Evil Branch veteran slapped the recruit on the head, and his words made the Evil Branch remnants who didn't know why suddenly understand.

“Lord Kima is indeed Lord Kima, he even thought of these details.”

In this way, this team with a complex composition, dragging their families and dependents, embarked on the road to survival following Kima.

Along the way, Kima's "reputation" played a huge role. The Wood and Evil Branch refugees encountered on the road, after hearing that the leader of this team was Kima, were all amazed, bowed down, discarded their armor and weapons, and joined the army.

This team with a complex composition gradually grew stronger, from the initial tens of thousands of people to tens of thousands of people in less than two hours.

“Brothers, work harder, the city gate of Zul'Altar is ahead, we will be safe soon! Pass it on to the brothers in front, let the brothers behind also be happy.”

Kima waved his arms and said loudly to the trolls beside him.

Kima's "declaration of victory" was like having wings, and it spread throughout this huge team in no time through word of mouth from the trolls.

“Strange, why hasn't any danger happened along the way? I am a native of Zul, how do I feel that Lord Kima is more familiar with these trails and shortcuts than I am?”

The recruit scratched his head and muttered to himself.

“Pa!”

After hearing the recruit's grumbling, the veteran slapped him hard on the head.

“Bastard! I don't allow you to question Lord Kima!

He could have escaped alone, but he resolutely stayed behind, in order to save us poor people who should have died. Such a noble sentiment, such a great character, you actually… you actually… Wuwu…”

The veteran actually started crying as he spoke. The "refugees" beside him seemed to be infected by the veteran's words and cried along with the veteran.

Facts have proved that not only can sneezing be contagious, but even crying can be contagious.

In this way, sad emotions spread in this team. In the end, tens of thousands of refugees actually started crying.

The sadness of losing their homes, the hatred of the leader's betrayal, the fear of Shadra and Hakkar, and the gratitude to Kima, these emotions had been suppressed in their hearts for too long, and now they finally had a channel to vent.

Kima looked at these simple compatriots and couldn't help but shed tears of joy, no, of sadness.

So, he strained his throat and roared loudly with tears in his eyes:

“If I, Kima, take a small step forward, countless compatriots will be able to take a big step forward. If I, Kima, can run, then my compatriots will completely get rid of the threat of death and taste the sweetness of life again.

Therefore, compatriots, follow me, follow Kima, run! For our future, run!”

“Wuwu, so touching, Lord Kima is so great, I will never betray Lord Kima in my life.”

“Wuwu… I want to run, I want to live, thank you Black Magus, if I can survive, I will definitely choose you as the chieftain!”

“Kima… Wah… Wuwuwu, Kima… Wah… Wuwuwu…”

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The refugees cried even louder after hearing Kima's encouraging words.

So, a spectacular scene appeared…

Tens of thousands of refugees ran wildly while chasing that figure, while crying and shouting Kima's name.

Soon, tens of thousands of refugees fled that living hell and came to the outermost part of Zul'Altar, a narrow valley.

Kima stood on the spot and wiped away his tears, saying reluctantly:

“Folks, comrades, comrades-in-arms, there is always a parting after a thousand miles of sending off. You will stop here. I have more important things to do. Countless compatriots in the city are waiting for my rescue!”

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“Lord Kima, don't go, you can't go, we need you!”

“Wuwu, what a selfless troll, if I can survive, I will definitely bring my son to marry him.”

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The masses tried their best to persuade Kima to stay, but they were dissuaded by his righteous words.

Countless people stood there blankly, watching the back of that man gradually disappear.

“Why did Lord Kima bring us to this valley? This place is surrounded by mountains on all sides. If enemies appear here, wouldn't we be in danger?”

The recruit stroked his tusks and asked the soul question again.

“You beast!”

The veteran kicked the recruit down with a powerful kick to the chest.

“Bah, a piece of trash like you is worthy of slandering Lord Kima?”

The veteran spat on the recruit angrily and cursed loudly.

The trolls beside him also looked at the recruit lying on the ground with malicious intent. There was even a reckless young man who had already rolled up his sleeves, ready to teach this foul-mouthed kid a lesson.

Just when the crowd was excited and denouncing the recruit, a loud but awkward troll language came from above the valley.

“Trolls below, you are surrounded. Put down your weapons and we can ensure your safety. Repeat, put down your weapons, no prisoners will be killed.”

“I… just said… that Kima… has a problem…”

The recruit covered his chest and sat up with difficulty. He looked up at the dense coalition forces above the valley. For some reason, a sense of relief surged into his heart.

“Ah! I won't allow you to slander Lord Kima!”

The veteran roared angrily while picking up a fist as big as a casserole and hitting the recruit's face hard.

The veteran's action of beating the recruit triggered a chain reaction. These refugees surged towards the recruit's direction with great enthusiasm, "contributing" their share of strength.

“The great Kima cannot be defiled!”

“Go to hell! Bastard!”

“It was Lord Kima who saved our lives, not you, a treacherous piece of trash! Take my fist, scum!”

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The recruit fell to the ground with a dull gaze. Until his death, he couldn't understand what he had done wrong.

The Evil Branch recruit watched as those former companions and enemies were taken away by the elves and dwarves without resistance.

As if thinking of something, the recruit spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his dull eyes gradually became clear.

“Ah… is this the highest level of lying?

I understand… Black Magus”

In the valley, the sun was shining brightly, the spring snow was melting, and the nameless Evil Branch recruit exhaled his last breath, smiling as he closed his eyes. Evil Branch Recruit… Died.

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Salorean sat upright on his magnificent highland warhorse, staring dumbfounded at the unarmed and unresisting trolls being escorted away by the soldiers of the coalition forces. He couldn't help but begin to doubt his life.

“How did that double agent… do it…”

The legendary warrior muttered to himself.

Three hours later, when Kima sent another batch of "volunteers" in the same way and at the same location, Salorean finally surrendered, and the desire for knowledge in his heart faded.

“That brat Ell's subordinates are really full of talent…”

PS: Three chapters, eight thousand words… barely considered an extra update emmmm