Kael'thas used Austria's eyes to pay attention to the movements of the battlefield and enjoyed the joy of wielding power. Le-wen-△↗,
The immortal firebird soars into the sky, spraying with scorching breath of fire and spreading the orange light of destruction. Wherever it goes, it is invincible.
However, a faint uneasiness lingered in Kael'thas's heart.
Why only trolls and orcs? Where have the orcs gone?
By cutting down trees to build siege equipment, Zujin not only gained the offensive initiative, but also opened the sky above him to the high elves.
But Zuljin is not afraid of the firebird in the sky. Zuljin is a native of Zul'Aman, and there are a hundred ways to kill the fluffy bird.
Oh, Kael'thas's pet, the immortal bird of fire, is called the Phoenix.
Across a long distance, Kael'thas looked at Zul'jin through Ao's eyes, but in the end Kael'thas gave up the idea of spraying Zul'jin.
Because Kael'thas found himself almost exhausted.
Commanding an army of 20,000 people is completely different from leading an expedition team of 20 people.
Even though Kael'thas is talented, his inexperience is inexperience. Even though Kael'thas maintained his rapid thinking magic, the massive amount of information and complicated changes in the situation still made Kael'thas feel exhausted from the bottom of his heart.
The Elf Prince of Quel'dorei really wanted to win, and wanted to win this victory beautifully. So I have to carry too many things that I shouldn’t have to carry. There is no battle where there are no immortals, and there is no victory where there is no sacrifice of life. However, while Kael'thas was performing his duties as a commander, he also used himself as a mage, wasting twice as much energy and effort on the battlefield.
"Your Highness, it has been found out that the troll's secret weapon is the spirit-bound corpse."
As a subordinate of Kael'thas, Master Astalo reported the investigation results to His Highness the Prince, but there was no joy or pride on his face.
The spirit-bound corpse is a strange product that combines evil voodoo spells and witchcraft.
To make a wraith, you first need to kill a strong troll by stabbing it in the heart with a ceremonial dagger at its happiest moment. Then pull out the soul and bind it to your own body; then use the power of shadow and gods to strengthen the soul, use various materials to strengthen the body; and finally, under the sorcerer's magic. Complete the solidification and control of the bound spirit.
In this way, the sacrificed troll changed from his own master to the driver of his own body.
"What's the quantity?"
Kael'thas asked in a calm tone.
Although the trolls were raging, and preliminary statistics showed that at least 30,000 civilians were killed in this disaster, the foundation of the Quel'dorei elves' country was the Sunwell. The essence of Quel'Thalas lies in Silvermoon City.
Although Kael'thas was also saddened by the deaths of his compatriots, the truth was cruel. The death of these people living in the Eversong Forest would not shake the dominance of the Sunstrider family.
Therefore, Kael'thas only has military glory in his eyes and desires only military glory. He can't wait to fight on behalf of all the soldiers because he wants a flawless victory.
In the eyes of Kael'thas, the trolls were just corpses. He was worried about the orcs who had lost their traces.
Where have those green-skinned guys gone?
"Your Highness, I suggest suspending the magic support of the Magister Legion for the advance. It will be said that there will be concentrated use of Magisters. The trolls cutting down trees to build siege equipment such as catapults may be a cover, and their true purpose is most likely to be The spirit-binding golem.”
Astalo gave his own suggestions and opinions.
But Kael'thas shook his head.
"Wraith-binding zombies are a little trick of the Zandalari. Long before the Great Sundering, during the Kaldorei Empire, the Zandalari trolls were studying these sorceries. Ten thousand years have passed, and these trolls' trump cards are still the same. Little trick, what do we have to be afraid of? Just let the Arcane Puppet Corps be ready, and the Magister Corps will continue to eliminate the trolls."
"Follow your orders, Your Highness. But as your advisor, I have to remind you. The actual combat application test of the Arcane Puppet has not been completely completed."
Astalo reminded him dutifully.
"The actual combat test will naturally be conducted on the battlefield, so go down and prepare."
"Yes, Your Highness."
In the face of absolute strength. Zul'Aman's Amani trolls were no match for Kael'thas's army. If he wasn't afraid of doing too much damage and scaring away the troll, Kael'thas would have preferred to push it flatly.
But in a battle a few days ago, Kael'thas was deeply impressed by the green-skinned orcs who were not afraid of death.
Those scarlet eyes revealed crazy reason, and their strong bodies and superb skills caused great losses to the high elves.
Although under the thunder and flames, the small orc army could not escape the fate of defeat in the end.
These green humanoid demons still make Kael'thas unable to forget them.
Based on the information Alleria left behind. There are at least three thousand such orcs. And according to his own statistics, the results were less than two hundred.
So where did the remaining orcs go?
The clay divination technique was used again, but still without results.
Over the past few days, Kael'thas has used a series of dangerous spells, including time sleepwalking and blood precognition, but still cannot penetrate the shadow shrouding Quel'Thalas, and ordinary prophecy spells cannot be obtained at all. respond.
Kael'thas discovered that with the destruction of the rune stones, the Sunwell's grace had been greatly weakened when it spread to him, and it seemed that someone had used some means to hinder the divination and prediction in Quel'Thalas.
"It doesn't matter. In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy will eventually become a joke."
Kael'thas was so relieved.
In the forest, his subordinates kept reporting the battle situation to Zul'jin, and Zul'Aman's uncrowned king couldn't help but feel resentful under the leadership of the troll hero.
On the one hand, they resent the cruelty of these long-eared elves.
On the other hand, I also resent the injustice of the world.
They have obviously penetrated the entire Yonge Forest and piled the corpses of elves as high as a mountain. Why do they still have so many troops and so many elites?
Zuljin hated elves, hated humans, hated magic, and even hated his orc allies.
Why have you been preparing for so long and you haven't had an attack yet? What are these orcs doing?
According to the agreement, the orcs should have completed their roundabout two days ago and flanked the elves' army, but what about the people? What about those orcs?
Although there were thousands of thoughts in his mind, Zu Jin's voice remained calm.
"Tell the people of Amani to persevere. Victory will eventually belong to Zul'Aman and to us trolls."
"The spirit-bound corpse..."
"If it's an emergency, use it."
Zujin thought for a moment and made a decision.
Six hundred miles away from Zulkin, Kolamal was standing respectfully in front of the Crimson Clefthoof Slaughterer.
"Lord Chibon, is it really okay for us to abandon our troll allies like this?"
Kolamal asked hesitantly. Those trolls left a good impression on Kolamal.
"You are the warlord of the tribe, not the troll's thug."
Chibon took off the water bag and took a sip, then looked at Kolamal calmly.
"But Lord Chibon, if we do this, aren't we betraying our allies?"
Zogesh asked directly and received another kick from Kolamal on the butt.
"The only ally of an orc is another orc." Redborn Clefthoof Slaughterer said calmly, "When Silvermoon City is captured, we will go back to rescue them." (To be continued.)
