Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 303: Zul’jin’s Rise

Trolls are very adaptable. They can advance to almost any class except Paladins. Considering that Trolls also have the bloodthirsty talent equivalent to Berserker, it is generally accepted that Trolls are best suited to being Hunters.

Of course, for heroic guys, the definition of profession is very vague.

Just like Zul'jin now, although he is mainly a warrior, he has the agility of a thief. Now, under the infusion of power from the Altar of Storms, Zul'jin has awakened a new profession - Druid.

"Roar—" This was the roar of a giant bear. A dark giant bear phantom as huge as a small hill appeared on Zul'jin's back. All the trolls watching were shocked.

This was followed by a clear eagle cry, and the giant bear illusion turned into an enormous eagle illusion with gray-brown feathers and a wingspan of over 100 meters.

Zul'jin greedily absorbed the energy between heaven and earth, but at this moment Gul'dan looked unhappy.

The essence of Zul'jin's natural power refuses the entry of dark forces.

Gul'dan could clearly feel that Zul'jin had integrated the dark energy into his violent blood, but the effect of the boiling blood weakened the effect of the dark power.

The biggest problem is that the power of darkness is in fundamental conflict with Zul'jin's awakened talents.

If Zul'jin were to forcibly infuse himself with dark energy, his body would explode and die.

Orgrim is staring at Gul'dan. A large group of Zul'jin's men are also staring at Gul'dan. For the sake of power, Zul'jin is not afraid of death. But can Gul'dan let Zul'jin die at this time?

Before a proper battle against the elves could be fought, Zul'jin, the only one who could control the major troll clans, was about to die. Regardless of whether Orgrim would let Gul'dan go, the other trolls would be the first to refuse.

It's hard to say, the trolls are even fighting with the orc-dominated tribe right under the elves' noses.

That's not worth it.

"Tsk!" Gul'dan spat softly: "Nagudalokasaxi"

Chanting the spell, he dispelled the dark power on the rune stone. Although the power controlling the rune stone was still the power of the devil, what was transmitted to Zul'jin was undoubtedly a purer natural force.

Zul'jin's body stopped expanding. The blood vessels that had expanded to almost the limit and were about to burst from the load finally had room to shrink.

Zul'jin's eyes suddenly widened, and a terrifying light burst out from his fierce and expressive eyes.

"I feel the power—the power of the bear and the eagle! It is the power of the earth—it is the power of the sky—"

Zul'jin's entire body was suddenly enveloped by green light, and in just half a second, Zul'jin turned into a giant eagle. It flapped its huge wings, which were more than five meters long on each side, and more than ten tornadoes rolled up on its wings, easily blowing away all the leaves on the towering trees outside the clearing.

The bare tree trunks stand out among the lush green woods in summer.

The next moment, Zul'jin's body began to shrink again.

This is not because his power has weakened, but because his power has become more concentrated. It is like a retracted fist, and only when it attacks will the effect appear more terrifying.

Striding down from the altar, Zul'jin looked even more powerful and more spirited.

Zul'jin walked proudly before Orgrim and knelt on one knee for the first time. Even though the posture seemed quite rude and indecent, he still knelt down.

This symbolizes the true recognition and submission of the Supreme among the trolls to the orc-led tribe.

Orgrim's chest rose and fell violently. Why did he advocate crossing thousands of miles to attack the elves? Of course, he knew that the elves were also objects that the Horde must conquer or destroy. After all, the elves had not officially joined the war yet, and it was not a wise thing to rashly let them join a powerful opponent.

If there were additional allies that were more easily accepted by the orcs, or even the loyalty of subordinate races, it would be a good deal.

Now, Orgrim has waited.

"Good! Good! Good—" Orgrim hurriedly stepped forward to help Zul'jin up: "I said before, orcs and trolls are brothers..."

Frustrated that the properties of the Storm Altar had changed again, Gul'dan had Cho'gall destroy the rune lines on the rune stone and then abandoned the altar.

As the night wore on, not a single tribe remained. An altar that had lost its function was of no value.

Just when the entire forest was completely shrouded in darkness, several figures suddenly appeared near the altar.

"Despicable trolls! Hateful tribe, they actually destroyed the rune stone." The first one to come forward was none other than Alleria. As the eldest daughter of the Windrunner family and an elf who deeply loved this land, she always felt that it was her duty to defend her country.

She knelt on one knee and examined the rune stones that had been broken around the altar, with a look of pain on her face. The safety barrier of the elves, a giant magical defense that had been hailed as unbreakable for thousands of years, was broken by Gul'dan just like that...

Duke appeared beside Alleria and gently pressed her shoulder. "Tomorrow morning, take the broken rune stone to the Silvermoon Council..."

Alleria interrupted Duke impatiently: "No! I'll go now! I'll see what those blind senators have to say this time."

This most famous ranger-general possessed a monstrous rage.

"No rush! Unless Silvermoon City comes under direct attack, it would be very troublesome to convene the members of the Silvermoon Council in the middle of the night. Anyway, there is a regular meeting tomorrow morning." Duke easily calmed Alleria.

"So what are we doing all night?" said Veresa Windrunner, the third sister of the Windrunner generation. In the original history, she was already the youngest female member of the family. Unfortunately, there was Lirath standing next to her, and she was the youngest.

"Do you think my painstaking efforts to have you ambush Zul'jin were in vain?"

Speaking of Zul'jin, the four Windrunner sisters gnashed their teeth in hatred. In Duke's original plan, it would be best to kill Zul'jin directly. As the most important link between the orcs and the trolls, Warchief Orgrim was the most difficult to kill. In contrast, Zul'jin seemed defenseless.

The current Zul'jin is far from the chief of the Amani clan who awakened new power and caused trouble in Zul'Aman in later generations.

Unfortunately, even with the cooperation of the four Windrunner sisters, Zul'jin's life was still not saved.

Duke's plans are always one thing after another.

Knowing clearly that Gul'dan used the Storm Altar to strengthen a large number of ogres in history, Duke came up with an idea. After he made Zul'jin suffer a setback, Zul'jin would definitely seek more powerful power. Unfortunately, Zul'jin's attributes were incompatible with the Storm Altar.