When the battlefield of Zul'Drak started again, Daelin laid out a siege network around Utgard Castle and led the reintegrated support forces to quickly move north.
As Sharlayan expected, Yin Milon did not hesitate to lead the Vrykul who followed him after entering the city and launched a bloody power seizure.
The fighting was raging inside Utgarde Castle, and there was no time to think about breaking through the siege of Kul Tiras.
The reinforcements from Kul Tiras marched all the way. Under the guidance of the furbolgs, they crossed the Grizzly Hills at the fastest speed, passed Drak'saron Fortress, and officially entered the outer area of Zul'Drak occupied by the coalition forces.
At the same time, Sarlayan, who was using Ursoc's incarnation, collided with Lennok, who had white fur, and rolled on the snow as if they were wrestling.
It is obviously not easy to deal with such a giant beast with thick skin and thick flesh in human form.
Since it was inconvenient to expose the dragon form, Sharlayan chose the largest incarnation of Ursoc.
Lennok, who was left behind by Valeela, Stellagosa and others, was also a bear. The two black and white bears were beaten with one palm and one claw to the point of darkness.
The frost trolls who were unfortunately involved in the battle were crushed into meat patties. Under the dispatch of the troll commander, they hurried away from this hellish battlefield, leaving the fighting space to the two giant bears.
Lennok fought simply by relying on his natural abilities as the Loa animal god. He didn't know any fancy spells, and relied on his tough fur and sharp claws.
Sarlayan is not so honest.
Before the battle began, he had applied the buffing effect of the dragon's roar to himself. During the battle, he could also use some small spells that did not require chanting and Dru Yin's transformation skills.
The giant bear's claws fell on Lennok one after another, and the split (bear) skill continued to take effect, and from time to time a fierce bite (bear) would be added.
The bodies of the two giant bears who were fighting hand to hand were soon stained red with blood. Ursock's incarnation looked like a brown bear, so it would not be too obvious after being stained with blood.
The injuries of Lennok, the big white bear, were very eye-catching. There were bright red bloodstains all over the snow-white fur, and it looked like it was about to die of serious injuries.
But Sarlayan, who was fighting for his life with Lennok, knew very well that this guy was still alive and well and was still far away from death.
"Death Vine!"
Taking advantage of the opportunity when Lennok stood up and planned to slap the bear's paws from top to bottom, Sarlayan transformed the power of death. The dark vines tightly entangled Lennok's legs and began to slowly absorb his abundant energy. vitality.
Sarlayan didn't think these vines could restrain Lennok for long. He ducked sideways to avoid the initiation's bear slap, and a strange low roar came from the brown bear's throat.
Ursock's bulky body suddenly accelerated, and with the blessing of the roar, he quickly sprinted to the side of Lennok.
Before the big white bear struggled frantically to break free from the vines, Sarlayan, who had already started to speed up, put his head on his waist.
The death vine was broken as Lennok wished, but his defensive posture was broken open and the middle door was exposed.
Sarlayan did not let go of this perfect opportunity. He rushed to Lennok's side before the running roar failed, biting his neck mercilessly and swinging him hard.
"Ouch!"
Lennok's low roar of pain spread throughout the battlefield, and his vitals were bitten. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape from Sarlayan's control.
"Stop, stop! If you hit me again, I will die!"
Loa is a primitive animal spirit born and raised, so it is not surprising that he can speak.
From Loa's point of view, helping the trolls who enshrine him to fight is just a matter of friendship, not an obligation, and there is no need to sacrifice his life for it.
Lennok is a bit of a smart fool. He doesn't say a word during the battle, and seems to intend to be "loyal" to the troll.
However, after realizing that his life might be in danger, Lennok did not dare to hold it anymore and hurriedly begged for mercy from Sarlayan who bit his neck.
Sarlayan still didn't let go, and the words that contained the words leaked from the corners of his mouth.
"Are you sure you want to admit defeat?"
"Confirm, confirm! As long as you put me down, I will withdraw from the battlefield immediately and I will never break my promise!"
"Hmph! You'd better keep your promise."
Sarlayan finally let go and retreated. Lennok's neck was bitten to pieces of blood, and he grinned in pain every time he moved.
"Hiss~ It's been a long time since I met such an energetic mortal. I, the old bear, am resigned to being defeated."
Lennok tried to move his neck, but it seemed that it was not smooth.
"Keep your word. If you can't beat me, you can't beat me. To help like this is the end of your kindness and righteousness. Let's go!"
Big ass white bear...oh, it looks red now.
The red bear Lennok, whose body was stained with blood, limped out of the battlefield and retreated to the snowfield area north of Zul'Drak without looking back.
The defeat of the giant bear Loa undoubtedly dealt a big blow to the morale of the Dakkari trolls.
But that's not all.
The enthusiastic Sarlayan hadn't had enough fighting yet, so he inspected the battlefield and found his next target.
Queslun was forcing his way onto the city wall with Sylvanas' bow and arrow shooting at him.
"he~"
Transforming directly from the huge Ursoc incarnation into the silver wolf form, Sharlayan mobilized the power of Goldrinn in his body to gather in the wolf's mouth, and aimed at Queslun to remotely spray a beam of condensed silver light.
"tui!"
Most of Queslun's attention was focused on Sylvanas. This difficult mortal had the ability to hurt him. If he wasn't careful, there would be an arrow hole in his body.
"Quisluen! Be careful!"
The warning issued by the Wind Serpent Priest from behind caused Quesluen's movements to pause. The next moment, all the scales on his body stood upright.
"boom!"
The silver energy beam penetrated Quesluen's left flesh wing without stopping, and continued to fly into the distance. It did not stop until it hit the altar of an unknown temple with a heavy bombardment.
"hiss!"
Quesluen, who was in pain, lost his balance, screamed and fell from the air.
Sylvanas seized the opportunity and planned to pursue the victory, but Quesluen, who landed in a panic, suddenly begged for mercy.
"Stop fighting! I surrender!"
Sylvanas: "...Huh?"
The Ranger General was a bit dumbfounded: "That's it? Did you Loa surrender so quickly?"
Quesluen stood up from the ground with difficulty and looked at the shot-pierced left wing with distress.
"Otherwise? We won't risk our lives for the trolls. That would be uneconomical."
"Uh~"
Sylvanas was speechless. She smiled bitterly and waved her hand to signal Queslun to evacuate.
Two Loa retreated one after another, and the other Loa also began to retreat.
They don't want to make an ignominy exit like Lennok and Quesluen.
"Crunch~"
At this moment, the closed city gate in the center of the dilapidated city wall slowly opened. With the lesson learned last time, the trolls who attacked the city no longer dared to poke their heads casually, and carefully looked at the suspension bridge that was gradually lowered.
Sure enough, there were several heavy artillery pieces placed behind the city gate, and they opened fire on the order of a commander as soon as the door was opened.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Heavy solid bullets smashed into the Dakkari Troll's siege troops, causing little damage, but the arrival of reinforcements completely defeated the Dakkari Troll's ambition to continue attacking.
That's right, the people who control the artillery are not high elves with pointy ears, but a group of humans wearing combat sailor uniforms.
King Daelin Proudmoore of Kul Tiras raised his sword and shouted in a loud voice: "Brothers high elves and furbolgs! It's our turn to fight back!"
"Drive these ungrateful trolls back and attack!"
Zandalari envoy Menzaj, who was hiding behind the battlefield, shrank his neck and could no longer see his previous bossy envoy.
He looked around carefully, and when the governor Zolmaz furiously ordered a retreat, he quietly left the camp and hid in the snowy forest.
No one noticed that Atela, who had been following Valeera to contain Hakoa, disappeared at some point.
The eye-catching silver wolf that defeated two Loa in succession was also missing. All that could be seen at the scene was a series of increasingly erratic footprints, and it was unclear where they were leading.
The arrival of reinforcements from Kul Tiras greatly boosted the morale of the coalition forces, but on the other hand, the frost trolls' fighting spirit plummeted.
Zolmaz, who had already intended to retreat, ordered the entire army to retreat. The Loas did not stop and fled into the snowfield before disappearing without a trace.
"Ha ha……"
Mengzaji gasped for air as he fled in the woods. When he reached the depths of the woods, the cries of killing could no longer be heard around him, leaving only the bare tree trunks with no one around.
"Hey~"
Sitting on the ground, Mengzaji complained with a sad face: "I didn't expect that coming to Dhaka would be so useless. How should I report the results to Zul..."
"I won't worry about this for you. Just be prepared to be tortured first."
"Who?! Uh..."
Before he could turn his head, Menzaji was pressed against his head by a creature's claws with pads from behind. It was pressed against a big tree with brute force, and he passed out on the spot.
A snow-white leopard appeared behind Menzhaji and ordered somewhere in the deserted woods in human words: "Atla, I'll leave this guy to you."
"I don't care what method you use, squeeze everything he knows out of me, and then... it's up to you to do whatever you want."
A figure from Mohu appeared in the woods kneeling respectfully.
"As you command, my lord."
