The moist soil had long since turned a mixture of reddish-brown and dark green, the two kinds of blood could not coagulate, the haze over the forest could not be dispersed, and the occasional broken branch hung with long-unrecognizable limb parts.

There are orcs, there are trolls, there are blood trolls, and there are beasts.

The sounds of fighting, shouting, and roaring that had filled the area not long ago were gone, but the silence seemed extremely hideous.

Time of day.

The Beast Blood Coalition had lost the ground it had taken ten days to take, and their positions had moved back a long distance.

The trolls did part of Zur's prayer: drain the trolls' sweat and let the orcs blood shine.

Part of the reason why I say this is because trolls don't just sweat. The reality is that the trolls and orcs bleed together, and the blood nourishes the jungle land.

Garrad, the chief of the Frostwolf Clan, was dripping in blood, some from enemies and some from his own wounds.

Garad is one of the commanders of the Orc Western Front, and several major clans such as the Frostwolf Clan, the Thor Clan, and the Skull Shattering Clan led many orc small tribes, plus most of the blood trolls and Gorons, to participate in the battle on the Orc Western Front.

Over the past month, the enemy has been very tenacious, but the coalition forces have been victorious, and the battlefield has been moving in the direction of the enemy's lair.

The enemy's walls could already be seen, and Chief Garrad and several other leaders were preparing to send all of Golon to destroy the enemy's walls in one go.

The natives in the eyes of these orcs actually left the walls that protected them and went to the field to prepare for a field battle with the beast blood alliance.

The orcs were naturally overjoyed, and the battle situation for more than a month proved that the natives were very strong and very tenacious. But in the field, they are not as numerous as their own, and they are not the opponent of the Beast Blood Alliance at all!

So while Zur was dancing, the orc coalition on the Western Front also gathered all their forces and fought the trolls in the jungle.

A bloody battle that had never been fought before.

From the time the sun came out in the morning, by this time the sun had set in the west, and the battle was not over.

The trolls suffered heavy casualties, four out of ten.

The Beast Blood Alliance is no better, the army of nearly 600,000 has actually lost one-third!

The trolls seemed to have turned into beasts, they were bloodshot and fearless of death, their heads cut off and their mouths were bitten on the orcs.

For each such troll soldier to kill, orcs and blood trolls must pay at least three warriors.

Garrard touched his shoulder, which had been a leather shoulder, but now it had a large broken hole, and in the hole was his shoulder, which was still covered with dark green blood.

A troll officer who was smashed to pieces in the chest by Garrard.

But before the troll died, he pounced on his leather shoulder and held on, fangs piercing through Garrard's armor and piercing his shoulder.

The troll was dead, but no matter how much Garad pulled it off, even if he was dead, the troll still bit Garrard.

In desperation, he smashed the troll's head with his hammer, and then removed the troll's head.

"Respectable and terrible opponent."

"The orcs who did not drink the Legion's boon were no match for these natives."

"But now the victory is orcs!"

I thought of my family who had just arrived in the Nazmir swamp, of the little ones of Durotan, Janar, and Fenris Wolf, and of Gaia'an, who was taking care of them.

The Frostwolf Chief clenched his hammer.

In any case, everyone has come into this world, and as fathers and husbands, it is their duty to fight for their future with their own warhammers.

"Go report to Naozu! There was nothing to do on the Western Front, and the enemy, although valiant, did not help. ”

Garad turned to the succubus Anasa behind him and said that he had been sent here by Naozu to learn about the battle.

"What I see is a little different from what you say. The orc positions were already retreating. The succubus said playfully.

"As long as there is one last orc here, Nao Zu doesn't need to worry about the enemies here!"

"Go tell him."

"We either win or die!"

Garad sulked to the succubus, turned to pick up the hammer, and walked into the gloomy jungle.

He doesn't like demons.

Even if there is more powerful blood in his body that has been contaminated by demons.

Rather than wasting time here with this demon, Garad felt that it would be better to go to the battlefield and kill a few more natives, or be killed by the natives.

Looking at the tall back of the departing chieftain, Annasa shrugged her shoulders sexily and said to herself: "Once the legion can come in person, you cannon fodder are not even qualified to be cannon fodder!" ”

The tragic battlefield on the Western Front has not subsided because of the passage of time.

The light gradually decreased, and the jungle began to become dark, and the sounds of fighting and roaring still echoed.

Orcs and trolls are still bleeding.

In the rear, Zudasa's gate to this side opened again.

Many trolls who were not soldiers at first glance, but had fierce faces, stepped out and joined the army of trolls in the bloody battle.

Step into the jungle.

The bloodline of the original ancestors in the trolls' bodies who were cruel and fearless of life and death seemed to have been activated.

After a sunny day, the jungle began to rain after dusk, and the Zandalar trolls, who had been civilized for more than 10,000 years, picked up the ferocity of their ancestral beasts.

Just as the Desert King said to the Prophet.

Trolls live forever!

When Zudasa began to use his reserves, sending healthy and strong troll civilians to the battlefield to die.

Dasaro North.

The expeditionary force also arrived at the target location.

At this moment, all the forces of the expeditionary force began to gather towards the north, preparing for the coming war and the attack of the orcs.

Akama stood on a high ground in the jungle and watched as the General of the Cadore Sentinel marched forward with the elven banner, the Troll King came out of the hills.

The sun was fading, and the expeditionary force was scurrying through the last rays of sunlight cast through the gaps in the leaves, casting long shadows on their bodies.

Darkness had engulfed all the jungle at the foot of the mountain, and the Troll King slowed his army down at dusk.

The trail skirts an exposed rock and swoops into the murmuring woods.

The members of the expeditionary force were silent, and tacitly arranged in many different formations, long columns, and kept moving forward.

At last, they reached the end of the canyon, where night had fallen. The sun vanished, and the last of its setting sun shone on the shocking scars of the forest in the distance.

It's still more than an hour away from the outskirts of the orc camp below, but it's not even flat yet.

The orc camp stretched for an unknown number of kilometers, where the largest river on the island of Zandalar met with its many tributaries, making a loud noise in the rocky riverbed, flowing all the way to the Endless Sea, cutting Nazmir and Dasaro into two worlds.

On this side is the bright and wet Dasaro, and on the other side is the gloomy Nazmir.

The orcs set up camp in this area where light and darkness meet, and it seems that they can be attacked and retreated.

Accompanied by Shantis, Akama, and High Priest Lezan, Tonatiu condescended to look at the orc base camp in the distance.

"When Elune rises."

"That's when Kadore attacks."

Santis said to the god king.

"It should also be the time for us to attack the enemy."

"It's nature." Tonatiu said. "Don't light a fire, let the warriors have a full meal at the end."

"It's time for the trolls to shed their blood for the world."