Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 610 163. Pull it down, the empire has died long ago - additional update for the birth of the baby [1830]

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

This was a perfect place to watch the destruction of Dalaran, but now it is used as a place of sacrifice by a group of trolls.

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

They took advantage of the chaos in the city and kidnapped many innocent elves who were in panic, and then robbed the innocent people here during the human retreat.

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

Zuljin, the chief of the Amani clan, regards Dalaran, which is burning today, as his "stage". He wants to show his ambitions in this doomsday place, at this 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.

I have to say, this guy really picked a perfect time.

Both Lothar and Kael'thas have been overwhelmed by today's endless events. They and their allies have no time to discern Zuljin's sinister intentions.

If Deathwing hadn't arrived suddenly, Kael'thas Sunstrider would have already set foot here before Lothar.

But Zul'jin was not disappointed.

He considers himself a very patient person.

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

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

In other words, this vicious troll chief did not regard the old and weak Lothar as a piece of cake at all.

After all, Zuljin once formed an alliance 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 chieftain of the world of Draenor. They serve as pioneers.

There is absolutely no way Lothar would be unscathed.

"Anduin Lothar! You are finally here, and you have some courage."

At this time, he saw Lothar walking towards him holding the Emperor's Sword Stromka wrapped in anger. He saw that the fierce berserkers and priests under his command were frightened and ran around because of the breath of the Emperor's Sword. , Zuljin did not scold those poor people.

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

Listening to those old men all day long telling about the past glory of the Amani Empire, he single-handedly forced the ancestral alliance between elves and humans, and even forced them into a desperate situation with one against two.

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

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

But what now?

Now the last remnants of the Amani Empire can only hide in the mountains. Their 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 empire that has long been shattered, cursing and hating the increasingly prosperous human world in the darkness, and the vicious high elves who always want to drive them out of Quel'Thalas.

As warriors who have personally experienced all this loneliness, how can they not be afraid when they see the legendary blow shattering the most majestic emperor's sword Stormka of the Amani Empire?

But Zul'jin was different.

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

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

In past wars, he had seen the plight of the Human Alliance being forced into desperation by the orcs, and he had seen through the divisions and weakness within the prosperous human kingdom.

He saw that the high elves were indifferent to the human kingdom's plea for help, and he realized that the alliance that once defeated the trolls had long since fallen apart.

An era is coming for him.

As long as he can kill Lothar, as long as he can use his own power to crush the fear that has haunted the troll civilization for three thousand years, he can ascend to the heights and shout, and countless warriors will be attached to him in an instant.

By that time, humans and elves will be nothing more than backward civilizations destined to be destroyed.

He had learned a lot from the brilliant Orgrim Doomhammer, and he believed that anything 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 his own ladder to become a king, and finally ascend to the throne of the emperor.

The most coincidental thing is that the old human marshal in front of me is also the last blood descendant of Emperor Thoradin of the human empire back then? He is also the last great governor of the Amani Empire and the last blood descendant of the divine warrior Dasa!

This is simply a fateful showdown.

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

Only one person is destined to survive!

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

"Haha, I have imagined the scene of you and me meeting countless times."

Zuljin stood up from the corpses of the elven mages and rangers. He wore a purple coat covering his neck and shoulders. With his braided beard and long hair swaying, the troll chief moved. A good right hand.

He used his remaining left eye to stare at Lothar, who was striding in front of him.

Although the latter tried his best to show that he was full of anger, Zul'jin, as a hunting master, was still keenly aware of the weakness in Lothar.

He sneered and said:

"We should have met during the Orc War, Generalissimo 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 weak old man, will be frightened by you!"

"I have no interest in arguing with a dying man."

Zuljin moved his waist and raised his right hand. On both sides of the sloping and collapsed castle, the big and round Amani warriors picked up the drumsticks made from the elven skulls and beat them violently on the two war drums.

In the rhythmic roar, the fanatical trolls surrounded them. These warriors of the Amani clan brandished their weapons. They shouted in troll language that humans should die or Zul'jin be invincible.

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

This kind of noise is meaningless to a veteran warrior like Lothar. Lothar's legendary power allows him to remain absolutely calm after entering the battle, while Zul'jin shows that he is sure of victory.

He took his weapon from the troll war general beside him. It was a weird, simple black arm blade dotted with divine runes.

It's like a T-shaped crook, but outside the slender blade is a sharp blade that kills anyone who touches it. There is also a curved sunken ring behind the arm blade, and there is weird voodoo energy in it that turns into a small ball and beats.

This means that this is also a powerful magic weapon.

"It's called the 'Fist of the Gods'. It was once a weapon used by my ancestor Dasa to conquer all directions. Unfortunately, when my ancestor died under the sword of your ancestor, the other half of it was lost.

There are rumors that the half was taken to the northern continent by the fleeing Amani traitors and was given as a gift to a certain loa priest in Drakkari.

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

Zuljin raised the ancient arm blade, and against the backdrop of the arc-beating blade, he said:

"When I come back, your pathetic people will face another war, a war to reclaim the past and the future."

"I suggest you don't look for another one. The current one is perfect for you, old troll."

Lothar replied sarcastically.

Making Varian Wrynn laugh loudly beside him, the young king was carrying Trollbane's battle ax, and he was also full of fighting spirit. He knew that Marshal Lothar was arousing Zul'jin's anger.

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

If the lost holy weapon is really found, where will an arm grow and be used?

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!"

Lothar's sarcasm touched Zuljin's biggest taboo.

The troll can regenerate his body, but the elves poured some evil potion into him to prevent him from escaping, causing Zuljin's missing arm to become permanently disabled.

"Kill that rude brat!"

The troll chief gave an order, and immediately an Amani berserker roared and rushed at 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, causing these guys' attacks to lose precision, and Varian easily dodged them.

Holding a heavy battle ax in his hand, he took a step forward, shouted the name of judgment and called for strength, and chopped down a berserker with one blow of the ax.

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

"Don't worry about me, Marshal!"

Varian punched the second troll on the chin, knocking the guy to the ground. He then stepped forward and struck with an axe. As the troll's blood spattered, the young king in heavy armor shouted road:

"Defeat the vicious troll and show him the power of mankind!"

"Yes! Lothar, kill Zuljin, and I will take care of little Varian."

The Wildhammer dwarf Falstad, who was flying high in the sky, also waved his warhammer and fought with the Amani Eagle Knights and Dragon Eagles in the air. The dwarf covered in blue war makeup occasionally threw thunderous storms. hammer.

While he fought hard, he still had extra energy to look after Varian below.

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

"boom"

The violent Zuljin waved a whirlwind of sharp blades on the spot, and the fist of the god was surrounded by voodoo lightning and poison, rendering everything around him into a death zone.

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

His retreat made Zuljin extremely dissatisfied. The troll chief jumped forward with a grin, changed his shape in the air, and turned into a huge golden lynx and pounced down.

The sweeping sweep of the deadly claws was accurately blocked by Stromka. Amidst the flying sparks, the blind lynx opened its mouth and bit at Lothar, and was hit by the marshal's quick eyes and powerful punch. On the chin.

He jumped back, and Zuljin also stopped where he was. He transformed from a lynx into a troll again. He moved his nose and let out a gloomy laugh, saying:

"You have been poisoned, Lothar, it is incurably poisonous. I also smell the disgusting smell of the elf secret medicine. You may not know, let me remind you.

The secret medicine will not help you detoxify, it will only temporarily suppress the toxins. The more you arouse anger, the faster your toxins will explode.

You are dead. "

"so what?"

Lothar took the initiative to charge, and in the furious gallop that seemed to clear the way for flames, the old marshal warrior seemed to have returned to his youth. When he waved his sword, the looming runes on his body fluttered and fell into pieces.

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

Damn old man!

Where did he get such strength?

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

As the battle sword suppressed Zuljin and kept retreating, Lothar's eyes seemed to be ignited, just like the fearless and invincible state of Brox who activated Death Wish.

He completely gave up his defense at this time, and in front of Zul'jin who was pressed hard, he whispered:

“I have no intention of going 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 has long since died.

It’s time to wake up from the residual dream of the empire that you and I have been carrying.

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

That's right!

I'm talking about you! "