Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

After Mandokir's death, the elf rangers crossed the pass one after another, and went straight to the retreating troll team.

Taranas stood there, looked at Mandokir's body, shook his head, put away the long arrow that was going to be enlarged, and turned to look at Aurelia: "Stay here, rearrange your position, and defend the pass , and let other people chase them down to the big river in the south."

"yes!"

Where they couldn't see, Bwonsamdi played with Mandokir's white soul in his hand, and then looked to the south: "It seems that this war is over, Haka, an idiot, really thought he could survive in this land." Calling the wind and calling the rain on the mainland? Tsk, but that elf can actually feel me, this is a big problem, in order to prevent the plan from being destroyed, old Bwonsamdi has to devote some energy to staring at this guy..."

The elves and rangers who were scattered soon started killing the trolls in the jungle. Some elves who were red-eyed disregarded Taranas' orders and crossed the river one after another, but they were strongly counterattacked by the Darkspear trolls. After leaving behind dozens of corpses, they retreated to the other side of the river in embarrassment.

"High Priest Sen'jin, didn't you go back to the camp?" A shadow hunter who forwarded a message to Hakar asked the troll in front of him panting.

"The gods gave me enlightenment," Sen'jin, who was holding a long staff, flipped over the corpse of the elf under his feet, "so I stayed here with some Darkspear trolls. Didn't you all suppress these long ears before I left? How did this happen in just a few hours?"

"I don't know, High Priest, Haka's power suddenly faded, and those long ears took the opportunity to launch a counterattack, directly smashing our defense line. Lord Mandokir led his personal guards to cut off the rear, but look at the current situation ..." The shadow hunter shook his head, "High Priest, what should we do next?"

"Us?" Sen'jin smiled and waved his hand. Those loyal Darkspear trolls immediately stepped forward, lifted the elf's body and left quickly? Sen'jin glanced at the troll who asked himself? "Since you We're not a tribe anymore with the transfer to Haka? Loth? Now you can go wherever you want."

After finishing speaking, Sen'jin ignored the begging of these trolls, turned around and disappeared into the jungle.

"Loss? What do we do now?"

A trace of pain flashed in the eyes of the troll shadow hunter who asked just now, but it disappeared immediately? He looked around? A dozen shadow hunters who had transferred to Hakkar were scattered around, with no morale and listlessness.

"Let's go, go to Zul'Gurub!" Roth narrowed his eyes and looked east? It's a good time to start your own clan! As for Darkspear, I don't want to go back!"

Darkspear trolls, do you look at me? I look at you,

One by one they stood up.

"What if those long ears go to Zul'Gurub too?"

"No? They don't have the strength to support them, and the voodoo fog is enough for them. Let's go, everyone? Soon a new tribe of trolls will appear in this jungle!"

In fact, what Ross said was right. Aristophanes and the other elves were looking at the voodoo mist that filled the fortress? The red power of Hakar has gradually disappeared? The dark green poisonous mist has become more and more condensed? above the jungle.

"Have you found out the formula for these things?"

Taranas shook his head: "We found the cauldron where the trolls boiled voodoo, but there is nothing left in it. Sylvanas is leading people to search the camp of the trolls, but I I don't think there is any useful information to be found."

"I see, I'll ask Yallo later to see if she has any ideas."

The elves present look at me, I look at you, Li Reza stepped forward: "Aristophanes, what are you going to do with that troll priest?"

"Process? Why deal with her?"

"That's a troll, Aristophanes, our sworn enemy!"

Looking at Liresa with a serious face, the elf mage smiled: "After this battle, do you really still think these trolls are our sworn enemies? I am afraid there are tens of thousands of trolls who died directly or indirectly in the work of the Farwalker Fortress."

Li Reza hesitated to speak.

"And then I have a big plan that needs Yarrow's help, and if it can be successful, these southern trolls will no longer be our hindrances, but will instead become a boost to our development."

"Okay, as long as you know what's in your mind."

The elf mage quickly found the troll priest. Jarlo suppressed the panic in his heart and walked to his side tremblingly. The black panther Bethek also rushed out suddenly and roared at Aristophanes.

"What's the matter, Yalo?"

The priestess shook her head: "Besek said he felt the breath of death."

"The breath of death?" Aristophanes suddenly realized what Besek was referring to, "Okay, I will talk about this later, and now I have two questions for calling you. First, do you know that these voodoo How to lift the fog?"

Yallo shook his head: "I can only tell you the formula of these voodoo, but expelling them, I'm sorry, this is beyond my ability. Those sorcerers added the ingredients containing haha ​​to the ingredients for boiling voodoo Kashenli's blood, I think you can understand the difficulty of expeling it just from this point."

"Then the second question, Yallo, you can ask Bethek to see if he wants to expand his beliefs?"

The black panther phantom's eyes lit up, and he roared again.

"Bethek said it would," Yarrow nodded, "but what are you going to do?"

"As long as Bethek is willing, you can follow my arrangement." Aristophanes smiled, "At the same time, I also hope to end the long-standing hatred between elves and trolls, although this process must be very difficult , but I think it's worth it."

After hearing this, Yarro showed respect: "I will definitely assist you."

A few days later, Yallo saw a large number of captive trolls in the fortress, most of them were women and children of trolls, only a small number of physically disabled middle-aged male trolls watched them, although some troll children were captured by them Their respective mothers hugged behind them, but they still stared at her curiously with wide-eyed eyes.

"This is..."

"This is what the lord entrusted to you and the believers of Besek. He needs you to pick out suitable people and become Besek's believers. As for those children, the lord will arrange for them to enter the school in the farm to study .”

Yaerluo froze for a moment: "Study? What do you study?"

"All kinds of knowledge," said the ranger who brought her here expressionlessly, "and we migrated these trolls to the north of the jungle, I hope you can control them, otherwise..."

At this time, Jallo vaguely understood Aristophanes' thoughts, but at the same time her ambition was burning, and Bethek appeared directly beside her, and those trolls immediately knelt down after seeing the black panther, There are words in the mouth.

"Get up, compatriots, I am Yallo, the high priest of Bethek, I believe many of you have seen me before..."

"Master Priest, are we going to die?" A troll child suddenly broke free from his mother's hand and asked loudly, his immature voice quieted down the noisy place instantly.

Looking at the pure eyes of the young boy, Jallo suddenly understood what Aristophanes was thinking. She squatted down and said firmly: "No, no, I swear in the name of the god Bethek, I will definitely Protect you guys!"

Aristophanes stood on the heights of the fortress, his eyes gradually raised, and finally looked to the southeast. He understood that the seeds he had planted had already taken root, and the rest would be up to them.