Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 610 163. Pull it down, the empire died long ago——adding more for the birth of the baby [1830]

Above the Violet Castle, you can witness the spectacle of the entire city burning, collapsing and tearing apart, and you can also see demons pouring out of the twisted void, howling and invading the world.

It was a great place to watch the destruction of Dalaran, but it is now being used as a place of worship by a group of trolls.

These rough Amani bastards poured all the anger and vengeful madness accumulated over thousands of years on the heads of innocent people on this special day.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the city, they kidnapped many panicked innocent elves, and plundered innocent people here during the human retreat.

They also sent people to spread the news all over the city, which shows their sinister intentions.

Zul'jin, the chief of the Amani clan, regards the burning Dalaran as his "stage". He wants to show his ambitions in this doomsday place at the moment of destruction.

He wants to use the heads of Lothar and Kael'thas as medals to show his bravery and let the whole world know that the Amani troll empire is back.

Have to say, this guy really picked a perfect time.

Both Lothar and Kael'thas have been overwhelmed by today's endless events, and they and their allies have no time to distinguish Zul'jin's sinister intentions.

If it wasn't for the sudden arrival of Deathwing, Kael'thas Sunstrider would have stepped here before Lothar.

But Zulkin wasn't disappointed.

He considers himself a very patient person.

Whether it is human beings or high elves, they are all enemies to be cut off and killed, so it doesn't matter who comes first.

He is also happy to see the older Lothar come to die first, so that he may be able to easily win, accumulate momentum, and then prepare for the next real challenge.

In other words, this vicious and vicious troll chief didn't regard the old and weak Lothar as a dish at all.

After all, Zul'jin once made allies with the old tribe and attacked Quel'Thalas together. No one knows the destructive power of those violent orcs better than him. I heard that this time the orcs also dispatched the tyrannical chiefs of the world of Dellano as a pioneer.

It is absolutely impossible for Lothar to remain unscathed.

"Anduin Lothar! You are finally here, with some courage."

At this time, seeing Lothar walking towards him with the emperor's sword wrapped in anger, Stromkar, seeing the fierce berserkers and priests under his command running around in fright because of the breath of the emperor's sword , Zulkin did not scold those poor people.

Once upon a time, he was one of these poor people.

He listened to those old men all day long telling about the past glory of the Amani Empire, forced the ancestors of the elves and humans into an alliance with their own power, and even drove them into a desperate situation with one against two.

Of course, those old stories ended in a humiliating defeat.

How glorious it was in the past, how miserable it is now when it is down. Once the entire northern border was the territory of the Amani Empire, and countless troll clans were attached to the majesty of the empire.

But now?

Now the last remnant of the Amani Empire can only hide in the deep mountains. The former servants no longer obey their orders, and regard the Amani clan as a symbol of weakness and failure.

They can only hide in the afterglow of the broken empire, curse and hate the increasingly prosperous human world in the dark, and the vicious high elves who want to drive them out of Quel'Thalas all the time.

As warriors who have experienced all these loneliness, how could they not be afraid when they saw the legendary blow that shattered the supreme and majestic Emperor's Sword Stromkar of the Amani Empire?

But Zulkin was different.

He did not see the collapse of the Amani Empire as a catastrophe.

He has a more forward-looking vision. What he pursues is not to restore the former forest troll empire. He wants to build his own Amani Empire with his own hands.

In the past wars, he has seen the dilemma of the human alliance being cornered by the orcs, and he has seen through the division and weakness within the prosperous human country.

He saw the high elves turn their backs on the human kingdom's pleas for help, and he realized that the alliance that once defeated the trolls had fallen apart.

An era that belongs to him is coming.

As long as he can kill Lothar, as long as he can use his own power to smash the fear that has entangled the troll civilization for three thousand years, he will have countless fighters attached to him in an instant.

At that time, humans and elves are nothing but backward civilizations destined to be destroyed.

He had learned a great deal from the talented Orgrim Doomhammer, and he was convinced that what an orc could do, a troll could do as well.

And now, he is about to embark on the starting point of this road to recovery.

He will step on Lothar's head, climb up his own ladder of becoming a king, and finally ascend to the throne of the emperor of the empire.

Most coincidentally, isn't the old human marshal in front of him also the last blood descendant of Emperor Thoradin of the human empire? He is also the last great warlord of the Amani Empire, the last descendant of the god warrior Dasa!

This is simply a fateful matchup.

It is the last continuation of the war three thousand years ago today.

Destined to be only one person can survive!

It is also doomed that only a forgotten empire can rise.

"Hehe, I have imagined the scene where you and I meet countless times."

Zul'jin stood up from the corpses of the elf mages and rangers. He wore a purple coat to cover his neck and shoulders. Amidst the swing of his beard and long hair braided into flowers, the troll chieftain moved. A good right hand.

He stared at Lothar who was striding forward with his remaining left eye.

Although the latter tried his best to show his anger, Zul'jin, who was a master hunter, was still keenly aware of the weakness in Lothar.

He sneered and said:

"We should have met during the orc war, Grand Marshal of Humanity, but it's not too late now, you are much older and weaker than I thought."

"You can try it yourself, troll."

Lothar said coldly:

"Show your evil tricks in front of my eyes, and see if I, a frail old man, will be frightened by you!"

"I'm not that interested in bickering with a dying man."

Zul'jin stretched his waist, raised his right hand, and on both sides above the sloping and collapsed castle, the big and round Amani warriors picked up drumsticks made of elven skulls and slammed on the two war drums.

In the rhythmic roar, fanatical trolls surrounded the surrounding, these warriors of the Amani clan brandished weapons, and they shouted in troll language that humans should die, or that Zul'jin should be invincible.

It was lively like a traditional orc Mak'Gora ceremony, but with a strong troll clan style.

Such noise is meaningless to an old fighter like Lothar. Lothar's legendary power allows him to remain absolutely calm after entering the battle, while Zul'jin shows a winning attitude.

He took his weapon from the troll general beside him, it was a weird, quaint black arm blade dotted with god runes.

It is like a T-shaped crutch, but outside the slender blade is a sharp blade that kills anyone who touches it. There is also a curved concave ring behind the arm blade, and there is a weird voodoo energy inside that turns into a small ball and dances.

This means it is also a powerful magical weapon.

"It's called the 'Fist of the Gods', and it was used by my ancestor Dasa to fight in all directions. Unfortunately, when my ancestor died under your ancestor's sword, its other half was lost.

Rumor has it that the half was taken to the northern continents by fugitive Amani traitors, where it was presented as a gift to one of the loa priests in Drakalai.

After killing you, Lothar, I will go there myself to find lost relics and reliable allies. "

Zul'jin raised the ancient armblade, against the dancing arc of the blade, he said:

"When I come back, there will be another war for your wretched people, a war to reclaim the past and the future."

"I advise you not to find another one, it suits you well, old troll."

Lothar replied sarcastically.

Let Varian Wrynn beside him laugh out loud, and the young king held Thorbane's battle axe, which would also be full of fighting spirit. He knew Marshal Lothar was provoking Zul'jin's wrath.

The old troll had his right eye gouged out by the elves during the war, and he cut off his left arm to escape. He only had one arm.

If the lost sacred artifact is really found, where should an arm be grown to use it?

"Sharp teeth!"

Lothar's sarcasm touched Zul'jin's greatest taboo.

The troll can regenerate his body, but the elves gave him some evil potion to prevent him from escaping, and Zul'jin's missing arm was permanently disabled.

"Kill that rude brat!"

When the troll chief gave an order, there were Amani berserkers roaring and rushing towards Varian, but the young king was not afraid at all. He raised his battle ax and called for the holy light.

The moment the three trolls rushed over, the dazzling holy light blinded their eyes, making these guys' attacks lose precision, and Varian easily dodged them.

He took a step forward with a heavy battle ax in his hand, shouted the name of judgment and called for the blessing of strength, and cut down a berserker with a single axe.

The battle ax of the Trollbane family is tempered with a secret method. As long as it hurts the trolls, it can seal their difficult self-healing. In front of this sharp ax, the trolls are no more difficult to deal with than other enemies.

"Don't worry about me, Marshal!"

Varian punched the second troll on the jaw, knocking him down whole, and he went up to catch up with the axe. Amid the splash of troll blood, the young king in heavy armor yelled road:

"Defeat that vicious troll and show him the power of man!"

"Yes! Lothar, kill Zul'jin, and I will take care of little Varian."

Falstad, the Wildhammer dwarf flying high in the sky, also wielded his warhammer, fighting against the Amani Eagle Knights and Dragonhawks in the air. hammer.

While he was fighting, he still had extra energy to look after Varian below.

With his help, Lothar can finally give it a go and fight Zul'jin to the death. This is the end of the grievances between ancient enemies, and it is also the future battle between trolls and humans.

"boom"

The violent Zul'jin waved a whirlwind of sharp blades on the spot, and the voodoo thunder and poison lingered in the fist of the gods, rendering everything around him into a death zone.

Lothar did not step forward recklessly, but retreated with his sword.

Zul'jin was extremely dissatisfied with his retreat. The troll chieftain jumped forward with a grinning grin. He transformed into a huge golden lynx and swooped down in the air.

The sweep of the deadly claws was precisely blocked by Stromkar. Amidst the sparks flying, the blind bobcat opened its mouth and bit Lothar, and was hit by the marshal's swift and powerful punch. on the chin.

He jumped back, and Zul'jin stopped where he was, and changed from the bobcat to the troll again. He twisted his nose, let out a dark laugh, and said:

"You're poisoned, Lothar. It's hopelessly poisonous. I also smell the disgusting smell of the elf's secret medicine. You may not know it, let me remind you.

The secret medicine will not detoxify you, it only suppresses the toxin temporarily, the more you arouse your anger, the faster you will be away from your toxin explosion.

You are dead. "

"so what?"

Lothar took the initiative to charge, and amid the rage galloping like a blazing flame, the old Marshal soldier seemed to have returned to his youth. When he swung his sword, the looming runes on his body fluttered and shattered.

The sword slammed down, causing Zuljin to bend down when he raised his arm to block.

This bloody old man!

Where did he get so much strength?

"Let me tell you a secret too, Zul'kin."

When the war sword suppressed Zul'jin and kept retreating, Lothar, whose eyes seemed to be ignited, was like the fearless and invincible state of Bu Rocks who activated the death wish.

He gave up his defense completely at this time, and in front of the crushed and difficult Zul'jin, he whispered:

"I don't intend to go back alive today!

Someone told me that my destiny is free and I can freely choose my future. For an old man who will not live long, there is only one future I want to choose.

The empire behind the two of us is dead long ago.

The remnant dream of the empire that you and I carry should also wake up today.

I want to clear one more obstacle for my children before I die!

That's right!

I'm talking about you! "

(end of this chapter)