Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 300: Runestone

The trolls, who were almost at the top of the tree, prepared their weapons silently. Most of them showed their sharp triangular teeth and smiled ferociously.

This is a resentment that has lasted for thousands of years.

For their part, the trolls have been stealing territory from the great Amani Empire ever since these pale-skinned, pointy-eared interlopers first set foot on the continent 6,800 years ago.

They gradually seized control of the land. They were as fast, stealthy and even agile as the trolls, and these elves had many powerful advantages. The most powerful of them was their damn magic. The trolls had never been exposed to magic before, and they had no way to fight back against those mysterious attacks or break through their arcane defenses.

The only thing they could do was to use their fast-recovering flesh and blood, their numerical advantage, and their blood and lives to suppress these abominable elves.

The trolls were successful at one point. Their ancestors used their blood to forge an epic story for the trolls, exhausted the last drop of magical energy in the elves' blood, and then almost killed all of these weak guys.

But more than two thousand years ago, the elves and the despicable and cunning humans formed an alliance. These two pale-skinned races completely defeated the Amani Empire. They captured fortresses, burned castles, burned the cultural essence of the Amani Empire, and massacred tens of thousands of their fellow trolls.

The great Amani Empire, once the ruler of the planet, has become fragmented and no longer has the glory of the past. All that remains is the shadow of thousands of years of continuous defeats, which cling to the soul of every troll like a maggot on the tarsal bone. The trolls are no longer able to restore their glory and take back everything that belongs to them.

Until now...

The sudden appearance of the Horde gave them hope for revenge, and Zul'jin was willing to believe them.

Orgrim Doomhammer, a tribal leader strong and wise enough, promised him to help them rebuild the Amani Empire.

In fact, when the war between humans and orcs began, Zul'jin tried to reunite the various troll tribes.

Amani, Fire Trees, Rotten Moss, Evil Teeth, Evil Branches, Burning Thorns, Dead Wood... these forest troll clans that had been divided for countless generations and had long since become hostile to and hated each other now had something in common for the first time in the face of a greater and more glorious goal.

One by one, Zul'jin challenged and defeated the leaders of these clans, whether through combat, tournaments, or other means.

All of them had bowed before him, and they and their tribes would obey his command. The forest trolls were united again.

In addition, Frost Troll clans such as Frostmane, whose territories were taken away by the Bronzebeard Dwarves, also joined the army of revenge.

With the help of the Horde, they will cleanse the world in a similar way to the humans and elves, and then rule the forest again. The orcs show no interest in the forest at all, and Zul'jin suspects that they will take over the valleys and plains of the world.

The orcs want to let them go, all the trolls want is the forest.

On the tree, looking at the elves below who were unaware that they had already stepped into the gate of hell, Zul'jin's grim smile became even more intense. As someone who grew up immersed in the mud of hatred and revenge, Zul'jin fully understood the feelings of his compatriots.

They have penetrated deep into the elves' homeland, and are preparing to slaughter the elves in this land that was stolen from them, in this land that the elves considered their homeland and incomparably safe, so that the elves can also taste the feeling of losing their homeland and having their compatriots slaughtered.

Suddenly, the sound of breaking wind overhead startled some patrolling elves.

It's too late.

Trolls are not known for their strength, that's relative to orcs.

In this environment where close combat is imminent in less than two seconds, the shortcomings of the elves' insufficient individual combat capabilities are magnified exponentially.

Zul'jin jumped down from the tree, and his huge feet landed right on the heads of the two elves. The huge weight plus the acceleration of gravity, the overwhelming force, easily broke the cervical vertebrae of the two.

Before he even touched the ground in the woods, Zukin threw his axe with a strange twist.

The sharp axe spun in the air and flew easily between the two elves. Before they could react, the spinning axe blade had already cut the throat of an elf facing Zul'jin. In less than half a second, the axe chopped deeply into the head of the elf who was further back.

The same goes for the other axe.

They fell down almost as fast as the two elves that were trampled to death by Zul'jin. The lifeless bodies of the remaining four elves fell down limply, and their blood splattered on the leaves of the grass in the forest.

shocking!

Before they could even scream, the rest of the elves were killed in lightning speed by the trolls that descended from the sky, without any particular order.

Zul'jin was very satisfied with this ambush which served as an appetizer.

"Cut off the head and hang it up! If there is still a chance, tell the elves that the trolls are coming!"

On all fronts in the southern end of Eversong Forest, the trolls attacked the elves' outer patrols frantically. Some troll troops won easily, while others paid a heavy price.

"What? Are you saying that some elves foresaw our arrival and made arrangements for counter-encirclement and assassination?" Zul'jin was very confused by his subordinates' report.

If this was a battle that had been warned from top to bottom, the trolls' losses would undoubtedly be much greater. Unfortunately, less than one-fifth of the area was a crushing defeat for the trolls, and the rest were overwhelming victories.

"Never mind. The rest will be left to the orcs. It all depends on whether Orgrim can break the damned defensive magic of the elves as he promised."

"What?"

When Gul'dan approached Orgrim, the warchief asked cautious questions.

"There are some things you should see in person, the great Doomhammer." Gul'dan bowed deeply.

Orgrim nodded, put his hammer on his shoulder, and motioned for Gul'dan to lead the way.

Gul'dan turned and walked back with Doomhammer and his guards.

Soon, they came to a huge excavated pit. At the bottom of the pit was a huge stone with countless delicate runes painted on the rough surface of the stone. Such strokes must have been drawn by some clever creatures.

That's not the point.

Even Doomhammer, who knew nothing about mystical abilities and psychic powers, could feel the energy radiating from the heavy stone.

"Is this an elven trap?" Orgrim asked.

"Yes, and it's not just a trap."