Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 130 The Tragic Front

In the dark and damp underground kingdom, after years of hard work by the Aqir people, this place has been completely opened up as their homeland. Unlike the day and night on the surface, the light here is always dim.Not too bright to see anything.

Kisix sat on the throne built for him by the worms, thinking about his future plans.

Too slow, the attack of these bugs is really too slow.

Kisix originally thought of relying on these Aqir people scattered all over Azeroth to complete the destruction of that indigenous civilization, but 15 years have passed.

In addition to being overwhelming at the beginning, when the battle line advanced into the Zandalar Mountains, the bugs could no longer move forward, and even the areas they had occupied were constantly being attacked by the natives.

This is something it cannot tolerate, and Kisix does not want his tribute to the Old Gods to be destroyed by those primitive natives.

Compared with the dependents born from the ancient gods, the natives of Azeroth are deformed and inferior in its eyes.

They should never have been born in this world that would eventually belong to its master.

Eliminate those aborigines, and destroy the defective products built by those aborigines.

In the end, Kithix decided to further strengthen the frontline aqir's strength so that they could have greater strength.

By observing the defense lines of the two trolls in the north and the south, Kisix has discovered the combat methods of these natives, the core of which is long-range throwing weapons.

With solid mountains and city walls as their backing, what they have to do is to throw more powerful and more projectiles from their city walls and under the city walls as much as possible, and throw them into the swarm of insects.

That being the case, it decided to continue to increase the thickness of the carapaces of the subunits, and on the other hand, transform a new batch of bugs to make them stronger individually, and form an infiltrating team to break through the defense lines of the natives .

After these natives left their line of defense made of huge stones and long bricks, they would no longer be a threat.

Thinking of this, Kisix gave its order.

After receiving the order, the Aqir Zerg began to make rapid changes. A batch of brand new bugs were beginning to hatch, while the original old bugs could be sent to the battlefield to be consumed.

Since they are no longer adapted to the current situation, death is their best destination.

Because of this, Akunda's back and Torkali's crown were attacked by an unprecedented insect swarm.The number of bugs has far exceeded the estimate of the local garrison. It can be said that they have not seen so many bugs since the beginning of the entire war.

The ballistas were all fired, the catapults were out of ammunition, and the arrows were all used up, so they used spears and throwing axes.

The troll legion guarding here exhausted all their weapons and even paid 70% of the casualties of their own legion; but in the end, the trolls still held the two positions.

The trolls who were still alive were covered with wounds, and Dasa didn't have time to participate in this tragic battle, because the bugs attacked too fast.

When he arrived at Torcali's crown defense line via teleportation, the battle had already passed its climax, but even so, Dasa could still see the endless sea of ​​insects.

The golden-red spear is like the symbol of Dasa. When this meteor-like spear crosses the sky and falls into the sea of ​​insects, it symbolizes that the trolls will win this war.

As the king of Zandalari, Dasa took the lead and led the remaining troll warriors on the defense line to withstand the pressure of the swarm, and finally persisted until the swarm receded.

"Your Majesty, tell me, can we win this long war?"

A surviving troll warrior leaned tiredly against the remaining city wall, looking at Dasa standing upright like a sculpture beside him.

"Yes, we will win."

Dasa looked down at the young troll, whose face was still very immature, and he strengthened his heart.

"We've been fighting bugs since the year I was born, and we're still fighting bugs."

The little soldier gasped tiredly, leaned against the wall with his eyes slightly closed, and muttered to himself.

When Dasa heard these words, his heart was also full of bitterness.

The little soldier in front of him is only 15 years old this year, and at the age of 15 he is already a battle-tested veteran.Recalling when he was 15 years old, he was still learning to hunt with the hunting team in the forest at that time.

But now, he personally sent the children of his clan to the battlefield.

What am I doing?
Thinking of this, Daza felt speechless for a while.

"Your Majesty, both my parents died at the hands of the worms. If I die in the mouths of the worms one day, don't let the clansmen look for my body. It would be ugly. Is it okay?"

The little soldier opened his eyes and looked at Dasa with a begging expression.

"it is good."

After hesitating for a while, Dasa just gritted his teeth and said this sentence.

"Thank you Your Majesty."

The little soldier smiled and fell into a deep sleep.

He is too tired.

"Your Majesty, the casualty statistics on the battlefield have been released, would you like to see them?"

Yawal, who was covered in blood, walked to Dasa with a scroll that had just been sealed, and looked at the king against the setting sun.

"Let's go back and watch, I'm not in the mood right now, Yaval."

Dasa took a deep breath and regained his energy.

"We need more troops to guard here, Your Majesty."

Yaval is also very uncomfortable, but he must perform his duties well.

"I know that you will submit your request to the council later, and I think the council will provide assistance as soon as possible. In addition, let the priests do their best to treat the wounded and send some severely disabled trolls back to the capital. I set up an Invalides there, and they will get the care they deserve."

Dasa nodded, and after quickly explaining the mission to Yaval, he left along the somewhat dilapidated city wall.

He thought that his heart had already become the same as those high-ranking people he had imagined, and he should have no waves in his heart when facing the casualties of those soldiers.

However, when he actually saw the scroll reports that were delivered after every big and small battle, he would feel uncomfortable for a long time.

Because those are his people.

However, he must show enough strength in front of outsiders.

He's the king of Zandalari.

"Your Majesty, the pterodactyls that have returned to the capital have been prepared for you. You can leave tonight. We have also ensured that there will be no attacks from flying insects in the sky."

After a troll guard saw that Dasa had returned to the command post behind the city wall defense line, he quickly stepped forward and told him.

"I see. After a 15-minute break, all the staff set off. After this battle, the bugs will stop for a while."

Dasa nodded with a straight face, and then returned to the command room with the scroll that Yaval handed him.

While taking a break, he opened the casualty statistics, and after only glancing at Dasa twice, he couldn't help but put down the scroll.

It was too tragic, he had never seen such tragic casualties.

Even though the worms suffered far more losses than the trolls in this battle, Dazar didn't intend to take a second look at how heavy the enemy's damage was.

He pays more attention to his own casualty rate.

Fifteen minutes passed quickly, and Dasa mounted the pterodactyl specially prepared for him, and took off under the escort of a group of pterodactyl cavalry.

When he returned to Zuerga City, he could already see a group of wounded soldiers returning.

"Victorious, Your Majesty."

Zul stood at the pterodactyl perch in Zulga City to welcome the return of his old buddy.

"Ah, I came back alive."

Dasa looked at his old friend, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"I know you are in a bad mood because of the huge casualties this time, but we still have a lot of vitality. This year, another batch of recruits can join the battlefield, and the number is even more than last year."

Zuer knew very well that his old buddy was not in a good mood at the moment, so he tried his best to say something that would make him more relaxed.

"Really? As I recall, we tripled the number of newborns last year compared to the year before."

Dasa was thinking about the Dasa Pyramid while walking, while looking at Zul beside him.

"Yes, every year we have a lot more newborns. Last year, many twins and even quintuplets were born."

When Zuer talked about the newborn, a smile also appeared on his face.

"so good."

Dasa sighed while looking at the pyramids in the distance.

In the Academy of Invalids, three future teenagers who have been the deacon of the academy for a month are doing their tasks today.

"Alsace, have you finished cleaning? Those veterans are going back to rest soon."

Jaina was wearing a linen straight dress, her long, smooth golden hair was tied into a high ponytail, and she hurried from the corridor to a side hall with a broom in her hand.

"I'm doing it, so don't rush me."

Alsace was holding a freshly wet mop in his hand, and was cleaning this room. There were quite a few beds here, which were the places where disabled veterans were arranged to rest in the Les Invalides.

The boy's long golden hair was gone, replaced by a capable short hair.

He has already felt the cruelty of the current war from the various words and phrases in this troll king's city.

That's why he chose to cut off his long hair.

He also got to know all the loas that the trolls believed in during this month, and he even met two loas himself.

One is Loalessan the Devilsaur, and the other is Loacivarra the Tiger.

These two Loa are loa who use the Holy Light. Alsace hopes that he can learn the skills of mastering the Holy Light from them, and at the same time open his own Holy Light.

"Your movements are too slow, let me help you."

Jaina hated the boy's slow cleaning movements, so she stepped forward to help without hesitation.

"I just haven't cleaned such a large environment before."

Alsace felt that it was embarrassing for him to ask a young girl to help him in this matter.

"You have to learn to use the skills we learned from the teacher. Our task has never been simply to do this."

Jaina said, the broom in her hand stood up out of thin air, and started working automatically.

This is a little skill she has learned from the priests who believe in Muezara during this period of time.

"Ah this."

Alsace looked at the broom that started to sweep the floor automatically, he didn't expect that the girl beside him had made such obvious progress.

She is already a priest who can cast spells.

"Let me help, too. I'm afraid I can't do it all by myself."

At some point, Sal appeared at the door.

He is also wearing a flaxen deacon robe, but there are several totem poles the size of daggers hanging around his waist to illustrate his identity.

Breeze and water appeared in this room under Thrall's call, assisting Jaina's automatic broom to quickly clean up the dust and dirt in the room.

All Arthas could do was arrange the messy items, that's all.

With the cooperation of the three teenagers, the somewhat large dormitory room was cleaned, and the disabled veterans also returned from the outside with the assistance of the nursing staff.

They all thank the three teenagers for cleaning their bedroom.

"I didn't expect it to be this time, it's really fast."

After walking out of the Invalides, Alsace noticed that the sun above his head was already noon.

They have been busy all morning.

"It's time to go back to the school for dinner. We have new learning courses in the afternoon."

Thrall looked at the sun above his head, then touched his empty stomach.

"Yeah, we still have training in the afternoon."

Jaina nodded.

"Look at the team over there."

The sharp-eyed Alsace noticed the Dasa Avenue where people began to gather.

That was the residents in Zurga City celebrating the troll warriors who had returned from the frontline battle. Although their clothes were ragged and there were many bandages on their bodies, at least they came back alive.

The fact that the front line of defense did not collapse meant their victory.

The residents living in the rear will naturally thank them for their sacrifice and dedication.

The residents here are not only trolls, but also snake people, fox people, and tortoises.

"It seems that the battle on the front line has become more intense."

Alsace looked at the wounded soldiers and frowned.

"The pressure is getting bigger and bigger. This is already the second batch of wounded soldiers this month. It seems that the attack of the bugs is getting stronger and stronger."

Thrall also frowned. He had fought those bugs before, and he knew how strong those bugs were.

But he knew better how strong those troll warriors on the frontier were, and they could be hurt like this; one could imagine how terrifying those bug seas were.

"I want to go to the front."

Alsace looked at the wounded soldiers and said suddenly.

His words made the two partners around him feel astonished.

　PS: Monday is also the end of the month. Can you give me some recommendation tickets?Give me some, I'm starving.

　　


(End of this chapter)