Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 63

On the plain, the troops of the Zandalari tribe formed a hollow circle and stood firm, defending against this group of blood hunters who dared to charge up without knowing their lives.

After getting off their mounts, the velociraptors immediately picked up the big bows and sharp arrows hanging beside the saddles, and poured their firepower at the blood hunters who stood densely, or coordinated with the wingmen fighting in the sky Together, the dragoons stand against the threat of the serpents.

Zuer's expression remained the same, riding on the back of his own Deinonychus, holding a golden bronze staff in his hand, observing the entire battlefield.

With the circle formed, he was confident that the Zandalari reinforcements would survive the wave-like onslaught of the blood trolls.

Blessed by the Zandalari gods of the Loa, Zandalari warriors possess strength, speed, and stamina far beyond normal.

The ultra-long spears in their hands are no longer heavy at the moment, a troll warrior can wield this big spear at will, the spear head made of bronze and carefully polished is enough to pierce the defense of any blood hunters, even if the opponent has them Even the protection of the Loa gods couldn't block this stab at all.

"What a bunch of waste! Even with the gift of Lord Blood God, can't destroy those heretics?!"

Amoyi frowned and stood on a raised rock, looking at the distant battlefield and cursed angrily.

"We just consumed too much magic essence when we summoned Lord Blood God, and we are still far from the time when we can cast spells next time."

North is different from Amoyi's anger, her mood is very calm, she noticed the convenience brought by the Zandalari army formation to the whole battle, but this is not important to her.If they still have enough mojo, there are really too many ways to break this circle.

"Let those blood priests go, let them lead the charge, and set an example for that group of trash!"

After thinking for a while, Amoy came up with a solution.

The fighting desire and fanaticism of the blood hunters dropped visible to the naked eye after rushing through the Zandalari tribe's circular formation eight or nine times in a row.

The corpses of the densely packed blood trolls were just randomly thrown in place, adding an effective barrier defense line to the outer circle of the circular formation.

Seeing those same clansmen who had been stabbed into a hornet's nest, the other blood hunters who were still alive also hesitated when they charged, they were no longer so resolute and fanatical to charge.

It's not that these blood hunters have tried to use throwing spears to effectively kill the warriors of the Zandalari tribe, but those stone, bone and even wooden throwing spears can't penetrate the defense of the bronze round shield at all, let alone Not to mention the Zandalari trolls who hurt behind the buckler.

In contrast, Zandalari armies can easily inflict serious damage with any weapon they have.

Whether it's a super long spear as the main weapon of battle, or a sharp arrow falling from the sky.

This is basically an asymmetrical battle in terms of weapons.

However, this is Azeroth.

The quality of weapons has less impact on war than imagined.

Under Amoyi's order, a group of blood mistresses stepped forward, and they will become commandos to break the current stalemate in the battle.

"Offer to me!"

The blood priests have used the magic that absorbs the magic essence of the blood hunters under their command to strengthen themselves. With the increase of these magic essences, these originally weak blood priests will become better fighters than the hunter captain.

Countless bands of scarlet light floated from the bodies of the blood hunters, and quickly drifted towards the blood priests to which they belonged.

With the help of the totem pole, the physical fitness of the ten blood priests was enhanced again, and this time because of the gift of the blood god, the energy gathered on them was even stronger, and the scarlet light enveloped them Everyone, now they can't wait.

"I have a bad feeling."

Manco noticed the changes in the army formation of the blood trolls, and he aimed at the available blood priest and shot a tentative arrow.

The arrow missed.

Manco is sure that the reason for the miss is not his own problem, but the scarlet light on the opposite body.

"Manco Warlord, order the raptor dragoons to prepare. We are going to prepare for a more violent offensive."

From the obvious scarlet red light on the opponent's body, Zuer saw a little doorway, and it was precisely because of this that he became so cautious.

"The blood god has given us unstoppable power! Go! Tear up those heretics! Use their flesh and blood to sacrifice to the great blood god!"

Amoyi was very happy watching the changes of the seven blood priests.

Now, she has full confidence to break through the Zandalari tribe's positions, and then she can send all these stubborn heretics to sacrifice to the blood god!

After listening to the order of the blood mistress Amoyi, the seven blood priests whose strength has increased impatiently rushed to the Zandalari tribe's army formation, and behind them was a group of equally crazy blood hunters .

All the soldiers in the Zandalari army are already ready for battle, holding the big guns in their hands, setting up the round shields beside them, and trusting their companions, everyone is united to fight against this group of people from Naz. The White Walkers of Millwood.

"Fire arrows!"

Holding the longbow in his hand, Manco opened the bow and released the arrow immediately, and a dense rain of arrows flew out of the circular formation, shooting towards the blood priests charging around.

The scarlet light of the other party is a layer of blood shield, which effectively protects them from being hurt by mortal weapons.

"The velociraptor dragoons go out, the heavy infantry changes, and let the blood priests come in."

Zul calmly issued a combat order, but his order made all the defending trolls stunned, but they were only stunned for a moment. They didn't ask why at this time, but followed Zuer's instructions. The order was executed.

"kill!"

Manco took off the lance hanging beside the saddle and led the raptor dragoons to rush out from the opening of the circular formation.

Behind him were fifteen swift dragon cavalry, and together they formed a front arrow formation and rushed to kill the enemy army without blood priests.

And the group of blood priests rushed into the army formation of the Zandalari tribe. Thanks to Zul's timely order, the Zandalari troops changed in time and successfully guided the blood priests to pay attention The force was concentrated on those gaps that were voluntarily given way, which effectively reduced a lot of casualties of one's own side.

"Are you their priest? A pagan priest! You'll be a good sacrifice!"

The first blood priest who rushed to the formation rushed forward the moment he saw Zuer's figure.

Zuer didn't show any panic in the face of the blood priest who rushed forward, and the bronze staff in his hand was rounded, and it was a stick against the head of the blood priest who rushed forward.

slap.

The blood priest was knocked to death by Zul in this way.

Zul, who bears the blessings of the loa gods, his individual combat ability is no longer the same. The weak troll priest who had no resistance to Devilsaur has disappeared.

Instead, it was recognized by the Loa gods, the high priest of the priesthood of the Zandalari tribe.

Different from Dasana's extremely wild fighting style, Zul's fighting style highlights a word of stability.

After dealing with the aggressive blood priest, Zul withdrew to the army formation that had already changed. At this time, the six blood priests had already rushed into the concentric circle army formation of the Zandalari tribe.

When they reacted, it was already too late.

"prick!"

Zul raised his staff and shouted.

The weapons in the hands of these fighters blessed by the Loa gods can also penetrate the blood shields of the blood priests. They are completely surrounded by Zandalari warriors at this moment, even though they rushed all the way to kill A dozen Zandalari heavy infantry.

It is also because of the sacrifices of these warriors that these blood priests and their hunter troops can be successfully divided.

It's time to start fighting back!

The six-meter-long ultra-long spears stabbed at the six blood priests imprisoned in the formation densely, knowing that at the last moment their target was Zul who was dressed in gorgeous priestly attire.

The end result of these powerful blood priests was that they were stabbed to death by the ultra-long spears of the Zandalari tribe.

"It's time to move forward, maintain the formation and move towards the village of the Jianjiao tribe."

After confirming that the blood priests who rushed into the Zandalari tribe formation were all dead, Zul turned back to his Deinonychus mount and ordered the troops to attack.

Amoyi waited for a long time but did not wait for the reinforcements of the Zandalari tribe to be annihilated by them. Instead, he heard the news from the front that the commando team he sent out, composed of blood priests, was completely wiped out by the Zandalari tribe. information.

"It's impossible! The opposite is just a group of weak heretics! How could they be the opponents of the priests who have the gift of God! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Amoyi shouted repeatedly when she heard the news, she didn't believe the result.

North fell into silence. Looking at the attacking Zandalari troops in the distance, she felt that perhaps it was time for her and others to retreat, and now they were the ones in decline.

Obviously they have an absolute numerical advantage, and they also have the blessings bestowed by the blood god.

why?
Why did they lose to a group of heretics? !

This is something they never thought about in the past.

The situation on the frontline changed drastically. When the spears with the heads of the blood priests stood up, all the attacking blood hunters froze, and their morale plummeted.

An unprecedented rout occurred among the blood trolls. These hunters who saw the heads of the blood priests had no courage to continue fighting the Zandalari tribe's army.

Even though Amoy and North tried their best to stop the retreat, they were still in vain.

The defeat of the army is not a joke.

The overwhelming offensive of the Zandalari reinforcements also greatly boosted the sharp-horned trolls who were still stubbornly resisting. Yaval was already scarred at the moment, but he still did not choose to withdraw from the frontline battle, and still insisted on fighting with them. The few remaining Direhorn heavy cavalry in the Horned Horde charged together in the army formation of the blood trolls.

Thanks to the efforts of the sharp-horned trolls, the captured gate of the village was also taken back by them.

When the raptor dragoons led by Manco arrived here after chasing down the blood trolls all the way, the two teams finally joined forces.

"You are finally here! My Lord Tokali! You are finally here!"

After seeing Manco, Yaval finally couldn't hold back his emotions.

"Hey! Dude, I didn't expect you to persist for a long time. Such a large number of white ghosts failed to break through your village. You are still quite capable."

Manco understood Yaval's mood very well at the moment, so he stepped forward to be relieved, but it was a pity that the Velociraptor was still smaller than the Direhorn.

"I thought the callers I sent wouldn't be able to reach you."

Yaval took a deep breath to calm down his emotions, and gradually sorted out his words.

"That's right, when we found your seeker, he was almost dead. However, under the protection of Lord Menrezan, he survived, and we came here as soon as we heard the news of your siege. .”

Manco turned over and got off his mount as he spoke.

"Thank you so much, if it weren't for you, our Sharp Horn Tribe would have been completely destroyed this time."

Yaval watched Manco get off his mount, and he also left his mount.

"Clean up in a while, the high priest is coming, we don't mean to help you this time, you should understand."

Manco didn't beat around the bush when he spoke, and bluntly stated their purpose of coming to help the Horn Tribe this time.

Yaval fell silent after hearing this. Although he had expected this possibility, he still had fantasies before confirming this result, such as reaching a very close alliance with the Zandalari tribe.

Even being vassalized is fine.

But the reality is that what the Zandalari tribe needs is not a vassal, but a complete annexation of all the trolls of the Horn tribe.

all.

The future of the Horns will be as fully integrated into the Zandalar tribe as the Claw and Wing tribes.

"Think about it carefully, Yaval. There is not much time left for you to think. We have lost many excellent hunters this time to help you. The high priest will not make such a sacrifice in vain."

Manco patted Yaval on the shoulder, turned and led his velociraptor away, leaving only Yaval a troll thinking in place.

The whole pursuit didn't last long, and the two commanders of the blood troll quickly stabilized the rout, and re-stabilized the front line about half a day's journey west of the Horned Tribe.

The pursuit force of the Sharp Horn Tribe and the Zandalari reinforcements also withdrew to the Sharp Horn Tribe's village.

It was still late at night.

However, in the bonfire square in the village, the atmosphere was unusually lively. The surviving trolls comforted each other. The dead and the living must cheer up and carry the dreams and hopes of those dead survive.

Yawal also made up his mind after careful consideration.

The bonfire that was originally burning was extinguished by subtracting the firewood, leaving only a few weak fires remaining in it.

"This is the fire I brought from the village of the Zandalari tribe. Now I can use it to rekindle the bonfire. It's time to unite."

Zul took out a wooden tube from his bosom, which contained the fire he brought from the Zandalari village, for this moment.

"Thank you for your rescue. Our Horn Tribe volunteered to join the Zandalari Tribe. I hope you can accept us."

There was no expression on Yaval's face, just a straight face.

After all, his tribe was about to be annexed by the Zandalari tribe in this way, and he really couldn't laugh.

He took over the wooden pipe with both hands, and used the fire in it to fuse with the fire in the Horn Tribe to raise a new bonfire.

Since then, the members of the Zandalari tribe have increased again, and the territory has also expanded to the territory of the former Horn tribe, making a big step towards unifying the troll tribes in the Zandalari mountains.

The troops rested in the village of the Jianjiao tribe for five full days. On the fifth day, good news came from the village in the northern border. Chief Dasa, who had been in a coma for many days, woke up.

　PS: It's Friday, and it's Friday again this week, so fast.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)