Following the sound, the onlookers looked at where the sound came from, just like the other Zandalar trolls.

A tall, athletic, over-the-top troll, covered in smoke, squeezed through the crowd of trolls and walked this way.

It was a tall, muscular, deformed troll, a very strong troll.

It was he who had just led the troll army and the royal guards, as well as some trolls, to encircle and suppress the six hapless Hellfires.

Such a moment of effort.

As the Zandalar trolls fight to save their reputation and save face, 6 powerful hellfires have been extinguished by the trolls.

The place where the troll was smoking, probably the traces of the evil flames in the fight with the hellfire just now.

A fierce battle did not hurt the troll in any way, but the smoking scars made the other trolls feel his bravery.

He squeezed over and came to Rastaha, and his voice was a little urn-like:

"Your Majesty! Vokal is willing to go in and save Her Highness! Vokal is the bravest warrior of Zandalara! ”

The prophet Zur stopped talking, and he glanced at one of the trolls in the crowd who ate the melon seeds, but finally did not speak.

"Good!" Rastaha was overjoyed.

Strong, brave, and strong-willed to stand up to the corrupting forces of the Blood God.

Isn't that the type of Vokkar?

Look at his physique, more than ten meters tall, full of muscles, it's okay to be burned like this by the evil flames.

Isn't this vitality strong?

Brave?

There is no troll who is not brave, and there is no brave troll who does not have the courage to accept the secret art and become a troll!

Strong willpower......

It's hard to say.

But Rastaha felt that Vokar dared to stand up and wanted to go in with his own Tarangi, which should also be considered strong-willed.

"Vokar! As long as you can rescue Tarangi, I'll add new councillor slots to the trolls in Zanshur! There is only one spot for the other Loa sacrifices, but trolls can have more than two! Rastaha promised.

"Your Majesty! You're good to go! Vokal shouted in delight, squeezing away the other trolls and leaning towards the blood-colored mist.

As she pushed away the sacrifice of Loachadra the spider, the priestess hesitated, as if she wanted to say something to Vokar.

But seeing that Rastaha and Vokar were so excited, she finally chose to shut up.

Standing on the edge of the blood-colored mist, the troll Volkar let out a low roar and then drowning in fearlessly.

Suddenly, the sound of "bang" continued to sound, and Vokal's skin was immediately scarred under the invasion of those mist.

His powerful vitality that had been stimulated by the secret method immediately repaired the wounds that had been invaded by him.

The vitality of the troll's lifespan and mind is indeed powerful, and the wounds that came out of the mist actually healed quickly.

Although the healed wound will soon be invaded into a new wound, the powerful life force will follow the healing again, so that Vokal is in a situation where the wound is good and bad, and bad and good.

But he was able to carry this invasion and damage, endure the astonishing pain, and move forward step by step, towards Tarangi, who was sheltered by the power of Lezan.

"Good!"

Seeing this, Rastaha roared excitedly.

"Warriors of Zandalara! Go ahead! ”

"Roar~"

Hearing His Majesty's encouragement for himself, Vokal let out a low roar and fell on all fours like a beast running, trying to run as hard as he could.

Then.

The voice of the long-gone, high-pitched female rang out: "Zandalar trolls! Let me show you the power of Nazmir! ”

"Blood Trolls!" Rastaha growled.

However, after the voice fell, an astonishing scene appeared in the blood-colored mist.

The ground was covered with dirty blood and flesh, twisting and struggling, and in front of Vokal it turned into a monster hideous and ugly that the troll wanted to vomit at a glance.

Without hesitation, Vokal crashed into it and tore it with the monster, which almost instantaneously rotted and was hammered into tattered pieces by Vokal several times.

After killing the monster, Vokal roared triumphantly: "Vokal is invincible!" ”

Zur, who had not spoken, shouted, "Warriors of Zandalara! Vokal will be out right away! ”

"Zur?" Rastaha was puzzled.

"I see that Vokal is dangerous, and he'd better come out right away." Zur said calmly.

Rastaha knew that this should be what Zur saw again, it was a prophecy.

But Vokal was already close to Tarangi's hood and could already save her.

And Vokar didn't care about it inside, and shouted at Zur, "Prophet! Vokal is the most powerful warrior! You won't be afraid of the magic of the corpse dealers! ”

The voice of the troll fell, and the blood and flesh around him actually condensed together again in the twisting struggle, and turned into that kind of monster again.

But this time it wasn't one, but several, around Vokkar to attack him.

"Vokal wants you dead!" The troll angrily rushed over and tore at it.

In the sound of broken blood, Zur often sighed: "Hey......"

This time, even Rastaha could see that something was wrong, because Vokal inside had indeed torn apart the flesh monsters, but his own skin had already been corroded to the point that there was no place intact, and the bright red blood continued to drip and melt into the dirty blood and flesh all over the ground.

"Volkal, come out!" The priestess of the spider Loasadra, the dark-faced priestess, Yazma roared.

"No, Vokar is invincible!" Vokal ignored her and continued to rush forward, continuing to fight the newly spawned flesh monsters.

"Vokar!" Rastaha yelled to get the trolls out, but it was too late.

The trolls in the blood-colored mist had long since lost their form, and he was covered in dirty blood and flesh, and now he looked no different from those monsters.

"Vokar, invincible ......" the troll let out a final roar in the mist, and then he collapsed in the blood, never to get up again.

In just a dozen seconds, Vokar's mountain-like body turned into pus and blood clots, and melted into the original dirty blood.

The trolls outside were speechless, and the scene was so quiet that they could hear their breath and the sound of dirty blood flowing inside.

For a moment, hundreds of trolls surrounded the blood-colored mist, but there was nothing they could do.

Suddenly, Rastaha turned to look at his friend and closest subordinates: "You see? ”

"See......" Zur let out a long sigh.

"Why not stop it?" Rastaha asked, suppressing his anger.

Zur smiled wryly again, more often today than he had in the last 50 years.

"Do you think it was useful for me to stop just now? In the matter of Princess Tarangi and His Highness Tana, Your Majesty has never heard me. Zur said softly.

"Zur ......"

Rastaha tangled.

"Your Majesty, there are trolls who can save Her Highness the Princess." Zur said.

"Me? I should be able to withstand the corrosion! I am the god-king of Zandalara, and I didn't want to risk it. But for the sake of Tarangi, I'm willing to take the risk! Rastaha gritted his teeth.

"Your Majesty. Of course you can ......," Zur said euphemistically, "but you don't need to take any chances. He ......"

The Dark Prophet raised his hand and pointed to one of the blue-skinned desert trolls eating melons in the troll horde.

"He, he can rescue Her Royal Highness."

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