The battle began.

A total of about 60,000 troll coalition troops, plus an unknown number of beast legions.

Against the beast blood alliance of about 150,000 people, plus a miscellaneous cannon fodder army of forty or fifty thousand.

After a brief contact standoff.

The collision of blood and iron, flesh and body, unfolded inexorably in the jungle.

Without the help of the Beast Legion, the Beast Blood Coalition will form an absolute numerical suppression of the Troll Legion in terms of strength.

The complex terrain of the jungle, the high and low canyons, mountain slopes, forest streams, and glades turned the battle of more than 200,000 people into a big chaos.

Everywhere there were small battlefields of hundreds to one or two thousand people, dozens or hundreds of such flesh mills, constantly harvesting life in the jungle.

In these flesh mills, Tonatiu swooped in like a "mill destroyer", and the mad Troll King had red eyes just like the tyrannosaurus in his crotch.

Only know to kill, kill, kill.

As long as it's not trolls, cadore, draenei and beasts.

Everything you encounter in front of you as long as it can move, will usher in the ruthless edge of the people who have stepped on it.

He kills like this.

Eventually, he was besieged by the elites of the Blood Cave Clan, and many warriors of the Blood Cave Clan rushed towards him.

What greeted the elite of these Blood Cave clans was the fair judgment of those who had stepped on it - one sword and two swords, or one sword and two petals.

……

……

In the jungle.

Resembling a muscular cheetah, Hisali nimbly dodged several enemy attacks, her claws turning into a mango and striking an ogre in the face.

Ogres are a very racially polarized race, with two heads of ogres being intelligent and extremely gifted with arcane skills. An ogre with a head is slightly more intelligent than a beast.

However, the two have one thing in common, that is, they are both physically strong, endurance and strength, but they are really not very good in agility.

The ogre, who was attacked by Hisari, tried to avoid the cheetah's claws, but he couldn't dodge it no matter what, and his face was scratched in a mess.

It screamed and howled, and attacked Hisari in impotent rage, who had long since been dodging.

"Roar~"

At that moment, a huge black bear pounced on the ogre, and the bear's paws knocked it unsteady on its feet. The terrifying blood basin swallowed its head in one gulp, twisting it.

The ogre died.

The giant black bear sensed that it was not breathing, so it dropped its carcass, and the cheetah in the form of Hisali walked up to the black bear.

"It's time for us to go back. Asterya, you promised me. The bloody battle has been tried, and we really should go back. From the cheetah's open throat came Hisari's crisp and anxious voice.

The huge black bear opened its mouth, its mouth still dripping blood, but the voice that emerged from its throat was a soft, crisp voice:

"How can such an attack be considered a truly bloody battle? A true Cadore warrior who must face blood and death! Sister Hisali, we're not enough! ”

"But this is the battlefield. It's too dangerous! Hisali couldn't help but exclaim.

"My grandfather said that. The Cadore Warriors are not afraid of danger! I'm a cadore, and so are you. Astarya's soft voice came out of the mouth of the huge black bear.

"There's a real danger. You can hide behind my back! I am the guardian druid of the full-time guardian force, and it is my duty to protect nature and allies! ”

"You are a raptor druid. Wild form is not your specialty, you can turn into a claw form. ”

Hisali was very helpless.

"I don't have the flexibility to change forms yet. Let's do this first, Asterya, let's go and fight the enemy head-on. I hope that after this battle, you can go back to the rear with me! ”

"Hmm...... I'll consider your thoughts. Look, there are enemies there! The trolls of Zandalar are in danger and need our help! ”

“…… Ay. Let's get over it. ”

……

……

Deep in the jungle.

The chief of the Blood Cave Clan shook off the blood on his hand, which had been splashed on his hand when he had directly popped the head of a jungle creeper.

"Vulnerable."

Kilrog said.

"Peng!"

Kicking a tall Zandalar troll warrior flying, the Blood Cave Clan warriors beside him stepped forward and slashed him to pieces.

"These indigenous people are very resilient. Cutting off the head is the safest. The clan chief explained.

“…… Chief"

Several orc warlocks of the Blood Cave Clan who had been following him, the leader of which whispered beside him:

"We're almost in the middle of the jungle, almost inside the encirclement. It's too close to the enemy here, maybe we should ......"

"Shut up." The Chief of the Blood Cave Clan interrupted him angrily, "Do you think I can't fight? I don't care about you! ”

"Chief, you ......"

"If you dare to speak again, the fate of that reptile just now will be your fate!"

The Warlock shut up.

The Warlock was once the Grand Shaman of the Bloodcave Clan, one of Kilrog's most trusted cronies in the Clan.

Later, under the persecution of Naozu and the incompetence of the elements, more than ninety percent of the shamans chose to embrace the evil power and became orc warlocks.

The Great Shaman of the Blood Cave Clan also became the orc warlock leader of the Blood Cave Clan, and the relationship between the Warlock and the Chief has not been very good since then.

Because as a warlock, the leader of the Warlocks of the Blood Cave Clan directly obeys the orders of the leader Naozu, and nominally no longer obeys Kilrog's orders.

Every former orc chief has one or more orc warlocks by his side as advisors. These warlocks are indeed able to guide the chiefs in the mystical realm, both in the past and in the present.

They had another use, one that was well understood by them and by the chiefs.

That's the warlock around these chiefs, who are also the overseers and sights of the great leader Naozu, who are placed next to them.

For example, the warlocks around Kilrog made the chiefs of the Blood Cave Clan very dissatisfied. In the past, he was a brilliant young man on a par with young Neozu in the orc world.

Now he had to obey Naozu's temperance, and he even had to be wary of the attitude of these orc warlocks.

Kilrog Deadeye, who is used to running rampant in the Tanarian jungles, is hard to accept.

Fortunately, he is strong enough, and fortunately, the former great shaman and now the warlock advisor also have enough respect and fear for him.

Ever since he had walked through that door, Kilrog had stayed by Naozu's side. This was the first time I went to battle, and I tasted blood again after a long absence.

The demonic blood in the blood cave clan chieftain's body became agitated, and he was eager to taste more blood, and the warlock advisor's dissuasion at this time naturally only made him unhappy.

"The beasts here are weird. They're clearly helping these natives. ”

Kilrog muttered.

"Then kill, kill them all. Kill until the beasts are scared! ”

His words had just fallen.

A black bear and cheetah emerge from behind a large tree.