Anomaly Of Warcraft

Chapter 196 I feel like my opponent is just because you are not on the opposite side of me

Guy Elsas used O’s eyes to follow the movements of the battlefield and enjoy the joy of being in power.

The immortal firebird soars in the sky, spraying with the scorching breath of fire, and shed an orange light of destruction, wherever it goes, it is invincible.

However, a faint uneasiness lingered in Guy Elsas’ heart.

Why are there only trolls, orcs? Where did the orcs go?

Because of cutting down trees to build siege equipment, Zujin gained the initiative to attack, and at the same time opened up the sky above his head to the high elves.

But Zujin is not afraid of the firebird in the sky. He Zujin is a native of Zuaman, and there are a hundred ways to kill the shed Ao.

O, Guy Elsath’s pet, the immortal flame bird, unobstructed is known as the phoenix.

A long distance away, Guy Elsas looked at Zujin through O’s eyes, but in the end Guy Elsas gave up the idea of ​​taking a sip at Zujin.

Because Guy Elsas found that he was almost exhausted.

Commanding an army of 20,000 people and leading an expedition team of 20 people are not a concept at all.

Even though Guy Elsas is talented and intelligent, inexperience is inexperience. Even if Guy Elsas maintains the rapid thinking magic on him, the massive amount of information and complicated changes in the situation still make Guy Elsas feel fatigue pouring from the bottom of his heart.

The elven prince of Quel’Dorei really wanted to win, too much to win this victory beautifully. So there are too many things that shouldn’t be carried on my back. Where there are undead people in wars, and where there are victories that don’t need their lives to pile up. However, Guy Elsas used himself as a magister while performing the functions of commander-in-chief, and doubled his energy and effort was lost on the battlefield.

“His Royal Highness, it has been ascertained that the troll’s secret weapon is the corpse.”

Archmage Astalo, as Guy Elsas’s subordinate, reported the results of the investigation to His Royal Highness, but there was no joy or pride on his face.

Bound corpse, a strange product of the combination of evil voodoo spells and black magic.

To make a spirit-bound corpse, you first need to pierce a strong troll into the heart with a ritual dagger at the happiest moment to kill, then extract the soul, and then tie it to your own corpse; then use the power of shadow and gods Strengthen the soul, strengthen the body with various materials; finally, under the magic of the magician, complete the solidification and control of the bound spirit.

In this way, the sacrificed troll changed from his own master to his own physical driver.

“How many are there.”

Guy Elsas asked in a flat tone.

Although the trolls are raging, and according to preliminary statistics, at least 30,000 civilians were killed in this disaster, but the foundation of the Quel’Dorei elves is the Sunwell, and the essence of Quel’Thalas is in Silvermoon City.

Although Guy Elsas also felt sad for the death of his compatriots, the truth is cruel, that is, the death of these people living in the Eversong Forest will not shake the dominance of the Sunstrider family.

So Guy Elsas only had military merit in his eyes, and he wanted only military merit. He couldn’t wait to fight for all the soldiers, because he wanted an unblemished victory.

In the eyes of Guy Elsas, the trolls were corpses, and he was worried about the orcs who lost their tracks.

Where are those green-skinned guys?

“His Royal Highness, I suggest suspending the magical support provided by the Magister Legion for the advancement. It will be said that the Magisters will concentrate on using it. Trolls cutting down trees to build siege engines such as catapults may be a cover, and their true purpose is most likely to be Spirit-bound golem.”

Astalo gave his own suggestions and opinions.

But Guy Elsas shook his head.

“Bind the corpse, Zandalar’s little trick. Long before the sky broke, the Zandalari trolls were studying these magics during the Kaldorei Empire. Once Ten Thousand Years have passed, the killer of these trolls is still These little tricks, what do we have to be afraid of. Just let the Arcane Puppet Corps be ready, and the Magister Corps will continue to eliminate the trolls.”

“Yes, Your Royal Highness. But as your advisor, I have to remind you that the actual application test of Arcane Puppets has not been fully completed.”

Astalo reminded him dutifully.

“The actual combat test will naturally be carried out on the battlefield. Go ahead and prepare.”

“Yes, Your Royal Highness.”

In the face of absolute strength, the Amani troll of Zuaman couldn’t stand against Guy’s army at all. If it wasn’t for fear of the damage and scaring away the trolls, Guy Elsas would be more inclined to push it flat.

However, in a battle a few days ago, the green-skinned orcs who feared death left a deep impression on Guy Elsas.

Those scarlet eyes revealed crazy reason, and the strong body and superb skills caused the high elves to lose a lot.

Although under the thunder and flames, that little orc troop could not escape the fate of defeat in the end.

These green humanoid demons still make Guy Elsas unforgettable.

According to the information left by Alleria, there are at least three thousand such orcs. And the results of his own statistics are less than two hundred.

So where did the remaining orcs go?

Using clay fortune telling again, there is still no result.

Over the past few days, Guy El’thas has used a series of dangerous spells, including time sleepwalking and blood foreknowledge, and still can’t penetrate the shadows that shroud Quel’Thalas, while ordinary prophecy spells cannot be obtained at all. Response.

Guy El’thas discovered that with the destruction of the runestone, when the blessing of the sunwell spread to him, it had already been greatly weakened, and it seemed that someone had used some means to obstruct the fortune-telling in Quel’Thalas.

“It doesn’t matter. In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy and tricks can only become a joke in the end.”

Guy Elsas comforted himself so much.

In the forest, his subordinates kept reporting the battle to Zujin, so that the hero of the troll, the uncrowned king of Zuaman, couldn’t help feeling resentment.

On the one hand, it is resenting the brutality of these long-eared elves.

On the other hand, I also resent the injustice of this world.

Obviously, they have penetrated the entire Yongge Forest, and they have clearly piled the elves’ corpses as high as a mountain. Why do they still have so many troops and so many elites.

Zujin hated elves, humans, magic, and even his orc allies.

Why hasn’t it been prepared for so long, what are these orcs doing?

According to the agreement, the orcs should have completed the roundabout two days ago, flanking the elves’ army from the flanks, but what about the people? What about those orcs?

Although there are many thoughts in his brain, Zu Jin’s voice is still calm.

“Tell the people of Amani, persevere, and victory will ultimately belong to Zu Aman, to our troll.”

“That bound spirit corpse…”

“If the situation is urgent, use it.”

Zujin thought for a moment and made a decision.

And six hundred miles away from Zujin, Coramar was standing respectfully in front of the Redbon Clefthoof Slayer.

“Master Chibon, is it really okay for us to abandon the troll allies like this?”

Coramar asked hesitantly, the impression that those trolls left on Coramar was not bad.

“You are the warlord of the Horde, not the troll’s thug.”

Chipborn took off the water bag and took a sip, then calmly looked at Coramar.

“But Master Chibon, didn’t we abandon our allies by doing this?”

Zogsh asked directly, and Kolamar kicked him on the ass again.

“The ally of the orcs has always been another orc.” The Redborn Clefthoof Slayer said calmly, “When Silvermoon City is captured, we will turn back to rescue them.”