The ancient trolls' Zendalar Empire once sat on most of the world, but the royal power is not eternal, before the sky collapsed 10,000 years ago, the troll empire had begun to split, and the Gulabash trolls, who occupied the oldest secret holy city in the Valley of Thorns, had established their own empire, but that empire with no glory at all, only lasted for a short time, and then fell into a terrible civil strife.

It is said to have been a civil strife caused by the god of evil, and its source was directed at the self-proclaimed "God of Blood" Loa, who had been expelled from the real world by the Gurabash trolls who had sacrificed horrific sacrifices thousands of years ago to banish the Haka's followers, the madman-like Hakale trolls, but the Haka's followers and its shadow had never been far from the city.

Now, in the face of the menacing forest spirits and the forces of nature behind them, the voodoo priest of Zur Grab, Jindu, declares that only Haka can save the city surrounded by forest spirits at this critical juncture, and in the power of the blood god, the long-lost Gulabash trolls will rise again.

This kind of deceptive fool can only be passed on by word of mouth in the shadow of Zul Grab, and when the city is about to be breached at any moment, the panicked trolls are easily captured by the fear that the people of the heart incite in secret, and the adventure of resummoning Haka has also turned from the dormancy of darkness to the light.

In fact, even the trolls who were forced to sacrifice their blood were not sure whether the risk was right or wrong.

In the darkness of the night, the most elite soldiers of the Gulabash trolls, armed with voodoo-coated spears and wooden shields, vigilantly patrol the ancient walls of Zur Grab, and as far as their eye can see, the revitalized plants move in the increasingly dense forest, and the shadows in the dark night paint a terrifying night scene.

But the battle between the two sides has been going on for more than half a month, and the trolls know very well that the forest spirits who use natural magic are not afraid of death on the battlefield, but they lack the power to conceal assassinations, and at the moment when the power of several Loa gods has come, the druids' changing cheetahs cannot sneak into the city quietly.

And the activated plants can't get rid of the laws of nature, after the night falls, even the powerful thorn beasts will become weak, without the sun's rays, those huge plant beasts can't even get the energy to move freely, let alone go to the battlefield to fight.

Therefore, the night of Zulghrab is actually safer than the day.

But that's just the illusion of the past,

"Buzz"

A silent sound of shaking sounded in the night, and several troll warriors who heard the sound immediately lit torches and walked towards the place where the noise sounded, and the moment they approached the corner of the city wall shrouded in shadows, two whistling long whips suddenly swung out, like poisonous snakes scurrying out of the night, one left and one right clasped around the necks of the two trolls.

The barbs on the vine whip pierced into the troll's skin fiercely, causing them to begin to bleed, and the next moment, the blood of their whole body was drawn from the wound, and the extreme pain instantly broke the will of the tenacious troll warrior, and their skin dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon fell to the ground, reduced to terrifying dry bones.

The surviving troll warrior's eyes widened, watching the tall and short figures come out of the darkness, he subconsciously grabbed the bone whistle on his waist, but before he could blow it, two long swords composed of blood silently pierced his heart from behind.

"Buzz"

The faint sound of air vibrating sounded again, and a few small black bats disappeared into the night, and a shrill voice complained:

"Why are we doing this kind of thing? Aren't there many assassins among the Ravens? ”

"The Raven People have their own missions, and the power of the god Loa is shrouded in Zur Grab, and only those of us who can transform into bats will not be immediately discovered... Stop complaining, little ghost, go and mark! Ten minutes later, we met at the altar of the "Midnight Lord"... The name Midnight Lord is awesome! But after tonight, it's ours! ”

There are followers of the Midnight Lord, the god of bats, Hirik in Zurgrab, who summoned many vampire bats to hover over Zulgrab, which provided the best protective curtain for the Blood Lords who had infiltrated the city, and the black bats mixed in it would not arouse suspicion at all, and they carefully placed the signs of necromantic runes in the various garrisons of the huge city of Zulgrab, as if they were guided on the ground before the aerial bombardment began.

At this time, in the forest elf fortress surrounded by the dense forests of the Valley of Thorns, thousands of ravens transferred from Stormwind City were fixing the alchemy bombs covered with spikes to their claws with the help of the forest spirits, and the high-ranking death knights who came with the ravens were inspecting their necromantic wyvern mounts, which were strapped to huge black bombs under the saddle of these savage two-headed wyverns that were abundant in Draenor.

And the forest elves, under the guidance of the withering druids, quietly formed a battle formation in the dense forest, and there were no huge thorn beasts in the battle formation, but instead there were man-eating flowers that moved slowly, but became more ferocious in the night, these twisted and ugly plant life was like a monster that moved on the ground with a rhizome, and in that bright bud, it was not a fragrant stamen, but a staggered tooth that would make people have nightmares at a glance.

"The time has come."

Tyrion reached out and stroked the blue ring crown above his head, and then reached out and patted the "Duke" of the Grim Reaper under his seat, the fierce raven king had recovered from his injuries after a long period of recuperation, it did not chirp, but under the will of its master, its black eyes shone with a touch of ferocity, and its huge wings flapped, bringing the sound of the wind whistling in the forest.

The Grim Reaper's raven clutched two bundled cluster bombs in its huge claws, and behind it, the roaring necromancers were equally silent, as well as the high-ranking knights guarding the sides, this was an air raid in the dark night, after the second batch of alchemy bombs was delivered in the arsenal of Darkforrd City, the air power of the Darkblade finally had its own means of decisive battle.

Zulghrab, the city of trolls, will be the first casualty of this burning tactic.

Tonight, this fallen city will be purified in the flames.

"They're coming!"

On the altar of the bat god Hirik, the high priest who knelt in front of the mysterious incense burner and meditated, Yekrik opened his eyes suddenly, and the female troll let out a scream, and the next moment, the vampire bats flying in the sky of the entire Zurghrub became restless, driven by a huge will, and rushed out towards the dark sky of Zurgrab.

In the face of the whistling vampire bats, Tyrion, who was sitting in the saddle of the Grim Reaper's Raven Seat, swung out his left hand, and the frost like a polar storm was mixed with sharp ice picks, and slapped on those screaming little devils, this powerful wind impact directly swept away one-tenth of the bats, these little bats were covered with frost, making them fly slowly, and the high-ranking knights guarding both sides of the bombing formation also drove the undead wyvern forward, and the continuous wind impact dispersed those bats.

In the middle of the night, the gurabash trolls, awakened by the screams, ran out of their treehouses and looked up at the sky, where it was not just the hideous vampire bats that had fallen, but also something black.

"Boom"

Hundreds of bombs glittered along the ground with necromantic rune beacons smashed into the ground of Zur Grab, the burst of fire and violent explosions made the unsuspecting trolls cry and cry out for their heads, and the priests clenched their staffs, but in the face of the necromantic legions whistling through the sky, their voodoo spells hardly worked, and they would also cause one or two bombs to be dropped because they exposed themselves.

The speed of the crows was very fast, and in less than 10 minutes, all the bombs were dropped, and the entire huge Zulghrab was also in the flames of the five areas that were heavily bombed, like a city that never sleeps in the dense forest, shining with desperate sparks in the dark night.

"Go, go hunting."

Tyrion's voice rang out in the hearts of every raven and every death knight, and soon, in the light of the fire, the ravens and death knights who fell from the sky also joined the carnival of slaughter, and in the gate area of Zul Grab, the open gates, the mighty forest spirits roared their words and rushed into the desecrated city.

It's like green chaos, but everywhere you see, everywhere you go, there is only a brutal killing, those blood stains that smear the ground, represent the revenge of the forest spirits and nature.

Each of the altars guarded by the priests of Loa was handled by a special person, and after the entire city was set on fire in the night, the priests of the god Loa were unable to save the city with their own strength, and they could hardly spare any strength to help others in the face of the sudden attack of powerful enemies.

The Druids of the Blightcast believe in a brutal philosophy of struggle, and unless these priests of Loa defect to the Blightcaller's side on the spot... Tonight, they are dead.

"Bang"

The giant blue bat transformed by Yekrik, the priest of Midnight Lord Ciric, had just taken off, and its hideous claws were entangled in two blood-sucking vines, and in the midst of the huge explosion, the hideous blue bat was slammed into the ground full of blood and bones.

Four erratic shadows rushed at her from all directions, Yekrick was unwilling to give in, she called the name of the Midnight Lord, the power of the bat god Loa scurrying through her body, giving her new strength, freeing her from the vine whip, she screamed and waved her claws, and four flaming fireballs smashed into the four enemies in front of her.

But it failed to hit the entity, and the figures of the Blood Mage and the Blood Lord danced in the bursting voodoo flames in the roar of the black bats, and soon re-solidified into entities elsewhere.

The Blood Master, wielding two bloody knives, rushed out of the darkness with ease, like a flickering shadow, easily dodging Yecreek's increasingly violent fireball attacks, her dark golden hair dancing in the night, and as she approached the blue bat, the two knives whistled and opened several hideous and cruel wounds on the body of the priest of Loa.

Behind Yecreek, a treacherous laugh suddenly rang out, and before the Blood Lord's Mother could turn back, the recurved dagger stabbed into the back of her heart.

After this vicious attack, Yecreek let out the worst howl of her life as the five Blood Lords drew blood at the same time, and in that instant, at least a third of the blood in her body spurted out of the wound, and the weakened priest could no longer maintain her bat form, her withered body slammed weakly on the dirty ground, and she lost even the strength to raise her hand.

And she was alive because the Blood Lords needed her, and yes, the Blood Lords didn't do a dead hand. Otherwise, they could have easily sucked all of Yecreek's blood.

"Bang"

Aurelia turned the struggling Yecreek over with her scarlet sharp boots, and the Blood Lady looked down at the weak man at her feet, and she said calmly:

"Summoning your faith Loa! Yes, Midnight Lord Cirik, the bastard who claims to have the power of blood in his hands, summon it! ”

"Hugh... Don't! ”

A hint of fear flashed across Yecreek's pale face, but soon, her faith in Loa made her firm again, this answer was clearly not what Aurelia wanted, the Blood Mistress shook her head, took a step back, and behind her, the blood mage Saiwen, dressed like a nobleman, stepped forward, wearing a monocle inlaid with gold thread, a gorgeous black robe, and even a white glove.

The silver-haired blood mage crouched down and said to Yecreek in a soft tone:

"Of all my test subjects, not a single life has survived the torment of blood being heated to a boiling temperature, and I hope you'll be the first..."

As he spoke, he took off the glove of his left hand and put his finger on Yecreek's wound, and the blood that had been absorbed just now was poured back into Yecreek's body, but the blood was like boiling water, and the moment it entered the body, it made Yecreek struggle frantically, just like a fish thrown in the sun, her eyes widened to the extreme, but her limbs were tied by blood magic, and even her mouth was blocked.

She even let out a scream, and could only let out a desperate whimper.

"Don't worry, little girl."

Blood Mage Saiwen pushed his eyes and showed a soft smile, he looked at Yecreek with his blood-red eyes, and whispered:

"We don't want you to die, you'll never die... And we have a lot of time, and we can repeat such experiments many times... Now, tell me, would you like to summon Ciric for us? ”

"Oh, what's the deal with this hateful look? You're not good... Let's do it again. ”