Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 610 163. Pull it down, the empire died early - add more updates for the birth of the baby 【1830】

Above the    Violet Castle, here you can witness the spectacle of the entire city burning, crumbling and tearing apart, and you can also see demons gushing out of the twisted void, howling to invade the world.

   It was a great place to watch the destruction of Dalaran, but it is now used as a place of worship by a gang of trolls.

  These brutish Amani **** poured their rage and revenge madness accumulated over thousands of years on the heads of innocent people on this special day.

   They took advantage of the chaos in the city to start a prairie fire, kidnapped many panicked innocent elves, and plundered innocents here during the retreat of humans.

   also sent people to spread the news all over the city, its sinister intentions are evident.

   Zulkin, the chief of the Amani clan, regards today's burning Dalaran as his "stage", and he wants to show his ambitions in this apocalyptic land, at the moment of destruction.

   He will use the heads of Lothar and Kael'thas as medals to show his bravery and let the whole world know that the Amani troll empire is back.

   Gotta say, this guy really picked the perfect time.

   Both Lothar and Kael'thas have been overwhelmed by today's endless events, and they and their allies have no time to discern Zul'jin's sinister intentions.

   If it wasn't for the sudden arrival of Deathwing, Kael'thas Sunstrider would have stepped into this place before Lothar.

   But Zul'jin was not disappointed.

   He considers himself a very patient man.

   Whether it is a human being or a high elves, they are all enemies to be cut off and killed, so it doesn't matter who comes first.

   He would also love to see the older Lothar come and die first, so that he might be able to win easily, build momentum, and prepare for the real challenge that lies ahead.

   In other words, this vicious and vicious troll chieftain did not treat the old and weak Lothar as a dish at all.

After all, Zul'jin once formed an ally with the old tribe and attacked Quel'Thalas together. No one knows the destructive power of those violent orcs better than him. I heard that this time the orcs also dispatched the tyrannical chieftain of the world of Draenor. as pioneers.

  Lothar could never have escaped unscathed.

   "Anduin Lothar! You are finally here, and you have some courage."

At this moment, he saw Lothar walking towards him with the Emperor's Sword Stromka wrapped in anger, and watching his fierce berserkers and priests run around in fright because of the breath of the Emperor's Sword. , Zulkin did not scold those poor people.

   Once upon a time, he was also one of these poor fellows.

   Listening to those old men all day long about the glory of the Amani Empire in the past, forcing the ancestral alliance of elves and human beings with one’s own power, and even one against two, forcing them into a desperate situation.

   Of course, those old stories end in a humiliating defeat.

   How glorious it was in the past, how miserable it is now when it is down, the entire northern border was once the territory of the Amani Empire, and countless troll clans were attached to the majesty of the empire.

   But now what?

   Now the last remnants of the Amani Empire can only hide in the mountains, and the former subordinates no longer obey their orders, and the Amani clan is regarded as a weakness and a symbol of failure.

   can only hide in the afterglow of the long-shattered empire, in the dark curse and hate the more and more prosperous human world, and the vicious high elves who always want to drive them out of Quel'Thalas.

  As warriors who have experienced all this loneliness firsthand, how could they not be afraid when they saw that the legendary sword shattered the supreme and majestic Emperor Sword of the Amani Empire, Stromka?

   But Zul'jin is different.

   He did not see the collapse of the Amani Empire as a catastrophe.

   He has a more forward-looking vision. What he pursues is not to restore the former forest troll empire, but to build his own Amani Empire with his own hands.

   In the past wars, he has seen the dilemma of the human alliance being cornered by the orcs, and he has seen through the division and weakness within the prosperous human kingdom.

   He saw that the High Elves were indifferent to the human kingdom's calls for help, and he realized that the alliance that once defeated the trolls had long since fallen apart.

   An era that belongs to him is coming.

   As long as he can kill Lothar, as long as he can use his own power to shatter the fear that has entangled the troll civilization for three thousand years, and he shouts, there will be countless warriors attached to him in an instant.

   By that time, humans and elves were nothing but backward civilizations destined to be destroyed.

   He has learned a lot from the brilliant Orgrim Doomhammer, and he believes that what an orc can do, a troll can do.

   And now, he is about to embark on the beginning of this road to recovery.

   He will step on Lothar's head, ascend his own ladder of kingship, and finally, ascend to the throne of the Emperor of the Empire.

   Coincidentally, isn't the old human marshal in front of him also the last blood descendant of the human empire Thoradin the Great? He is also the last Grand Overseer of the Amani Empire, the last blood descendant of the **** warrior Dasa!

   This is a match made by fate.

   is the last continuation of the war 3,000 years ago today.

   Only one person is destined to survive!

   is also doomed that only a forgotten empire can rise.

   "Hehe, I have imagined the scene where you and I meet countless times."

Zul'jin stood up from the corpses of the elven mages and rangers. He wore a purple coat covering his neck and shoulders. In the sway of his braided beard and long hair, the troll chieftain moved. A perfect right hand.

   He stared at Lothar, who strode in front of him, with his only left eye.

   Although the latter tried his best to show his rage, Zul'jin, a master hunter, was still keenly aware of the weakness in Lothar.

   He said with a sneer:

   "We should have met during the Orc War, the general of mankind, but it's not too late, you are much older and weaker than I imagined."

   "You can try it yourself, troll."

  Lothar said coldly:

   "Show your evil tricks in front of my eyes and see if my weak old man will be frightened by you!"

   "I don't have that interest in bickering with a dying man."

  Zul'jin moved his waist, he raised his right hand, and on both sides of the sloping and collapsed castle, Amani warriors with big waists picked up drumsticks made of elf skulls and beat them violently on the two war drums.

   In a rhythmic roar, fanatical trolls gathered around, these Amani clan warriors brandishing weapons, shouting in troll tongues for the death of humans, or the invincibility of Zul'jin.

   Lively like an orc-traditional mako'gora ceremony, but with a strong troll clan style.

   Such noise is meaningless to an old warrior like Lothar. Lothar's legendary power keeps him absolutely calm after entering the battle, while Zul'jin shows a winning attitude.

   He took his weapon from the troll warlord beside him, it was a weird, simple black arm blade adorned with divine runes.

   is like the shape of a T-shaped crutch, but beyond the slender blade is a sharp blade that kills anyone who touches it, and behind the arm blade is a curved concave ring, which contains weird voodoo energy that turns into a small ball beating.

   This means that this is also a powerful magical weapon.

   "It is called the 'Fist of the Gods'. It was the weapon used by my ancestor Daza to fight in all directions. Unfortunately, when my ancestor died under the sword of your ancestor, the other half of it was lost.

  There are rumors that the half of the Amani traitors who were fleeing were taken to the northern continent and presented as a gift to a Loa priest in Drakkari.

  After killing you, Lothar, I will go there myself, looking for lost relics and sure allies. "

  Zul'jin raised the ancient blade of his arm, and against the arcing blade, he said:

   "When I come back, your miserable people will face the next war, a war to reclaim the past and the future."

   "I suggest you don't get another one, it suits you right now, old troll."

  Lothar replied sarcastically.

   made Varian Wrynn laugh next to him, and the young king was carrying Thorbane's battle axe, which would also be a high-spirited battle. He knew that Marshal Lothar was provoking Zul'jin's wrath.

  This old troll was gouged out of his right eye by the elf during the war, and cut off his left arm himself to escape. He only has one arm.

  If the lost holy artifact is really found, where should an arm be grown to use it?

   "Sharp teeth!"

  Lothar's sarcasm touched Zul'jin's greatest taboo.

The    troll can regenerate his body, but at that time the elves poured some evil potions on him to prevent him from escaping, and the injury that caused Zul'jin's missing arm became a permanent disability.

   "Kill that rude little brat!"

   The troll chief gave an order, and immediately there were Amani Berserkers roaring at Varian, but the young king was not afraid. He raised his battle axe and called for the Holy Light.

   At the moment when the three trolls rushed over, the dazzling holy light blinded their eyes, causing these guys to lose the precision of their attacks, and they were easily dodged by Varian.

   Holding a heavy battle axe, he took a step forward, shouting the name of judgment and calling for the blessing of power, and with one axe, he cut down a berserker neatly.

  The battle axe of the Thorbane family is tempered with a secret method. As long as it hurts trolls, it can seal their difficult self-healing. In front of this sharp axe, trolls are no more difficult to deal with than other enemies.

   "Don't worry about me, Marshal!"

Varian punched the second troll in the jaw, knocked the guy to the ground, and stepped forward to make up for the axe, and the young king in heavy armor shouted amid the troll's blood. road:

   "Defeat that vicious troll and show him the power of man!"

   "Yes! Lothar, kill Zul'jin, and I'll take care of little Varian."

Falstad, the Wildhammer dwarf flying high in the sky, also wielded his warhammer, fighting the Amani eagle knights and dragon eagles in the air. hammer.

   As he fought, he had extra energy to look after Varian below.

  With his help, Lothar can finally let go and fight Zul'jin to the death. This is the end of the grudge between the ancient enemies and the future battle between trolls and humans.

"boom"

  The furious Zul'jin swung a whirlwind of sharp blades on the spot, and the fist of the gods lingered with voodoo thunder and poison, rendering the surrounding area into a death zone.

  Lothar did not step forward recklessly, but retreated with his sword.

   His retreat made Zul'jin extremely dissatisfied. The troll chief leaped forward with a grin, changed his shape in the air, and swooped down as a huge golden lynx.

The swipe of the deadly claws was precisely blocked by Stromka. In the sparks, the blind lynx opened its mouth to bite at Lothar, and was hit by the marshal's quick and powerful punch. up the chin.

   He jumped back, Zul'jin also stopped in place, and transformed from a lynx to a troll, he moved his nose, let out a gloomy laugh, and said:

   "You're poisoned, Lothar, an incurable poison. I also smell the disgusting smell of the elf elixir. You may not know it, but let me remind you.

   That secret medicine won't help you detoxify, it only temporarily suppresses the toxin. The more you stimulate your anger, the faster your toxin will explode.

You are dead. "

"so what?"

  Lothar took the initiative to charge, and in the rage that seemed to open the way, the old marshal warrior seemed to have returned to his youth. When he swung the sword, the looming runes on his body fluttered and shattered.

   The sword slammed down, causing Zulkin to bend down when he raised his arm to block.

   This **** old man!

  Where did he get so much strength?

   "Let me tell you a secret too, Zul'jin."

  When the war sword suppressed Zul'jin and kept retreating, Lothar, whose eyes seemed to be on fire, was like the fearless and invincible state of Brox who activated Death Wish.

   He gave up his defense completely at this time, and in front of the crushed and difficult Zul'jin, he whispered:

   "I didn't plan to go back alive today!

  Someone told me that my destiny is free, I can freely choose my future, for an old man who can't live long, there is only one future I want to choose.

   The empire behind the two of us has long since died.

   The dream of the empire that you and I are carrying should also wake up today.

   I want to clear another obstacle for my children before I die!

   That's right!

   I'm talking about you! "

   (end of this chapter)