The sound of Zujin striking the Arcane Guards was so loud that the whole land seemed to let out a painful sound at that moment, but it was the last battle on the battlefield. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Except for a very small number of Troll Clan powerhouses who had been strengthened by the Storm Altar and used the power of the wind to fly over the huge Earth Scarf, 99% of the trolls were left behind.

In the huge gap, there was the grunt of the troll. As you can imagine, there won't be too many and not too few trolls surviving. Trolls' incomparably vigorous vitality is destined to heal themselves perfectly if their heads and hearts are not destroyed.

It doesn't matter, the trolls in the cracks have nowhere to escape, and what awaits them after they climb up is the sanction of death.

Duke used the [Slow Fall] technique to float down from the city, landed accurately in front of Kael'thas, and stretched out his hand to the elven prince.

"Congratulations, His Highness Kael'thas. It was a perfect counterattack! It looks like I could have saved my men a few hundred kilometers. Duke said loudly, so loud that hundreds of people around him could hear him clearly.

If, before the war with the Horde, the elves had suffered hundreds of casualties in exchange for the destruction of 50,000 trolls, the High Elves would have shown Duke what it meant to be 'high'.

That kind of arrogant temper of superiority can't be suppressed at all.

Now anyone with a bit of a brain knows that this is purely Duke putting the last fig leaf on the glory of the High Elves. A day earlier, the High Elves, who had been beaten into dogs, had cowered in their main city, and even the last magic defense circle had been cracked by the tribe, if a thinly dressed girl waited helplessly in the corner for the final ravages of the enemy.

Duke is here.

The majesty of the retreat of the Ten Thousand Armies told him about the changes in the outside world of the High Elves, and also told him how amazing Duke's ferocity was.

If Duke hadn't scared off the orc-centered main tribe, would the elves be able to beat the trolls for revenge?

If the siege is not lifted as soon as possible, how can those elven soldiers and civilians scattered all over the Eternal Song Forest and temporarily hide from the trolls' ferocious extermination actions?

What's more, after the loss of 70,000 troops, the elves' waists can no longer stand upright.

Kael'thas was also very simple, and bowed to Duke on the spot: "No, no, no, it is all thanks to your full support Duke, that we can cross the gates of hell and return to this world." ”

Duke can be a man, and Kael'thas is even more able to be a man, so it is natural that the guests and hosts will be happy for a while.

Next, cleaning up the battlefield and sweeping away the scattered trolls, Duke didn't have anything to do except send out a large number of demons.

The huge rift made by the rune stone magic circle was nearly forty meters deep. This is a very terrifying height for mortals, and most of the trolls who are forced to fall by the flames fall to their deaths. There are still quite a few trolls who have escaped the catastrophe by falling on the bodies of their companions.

Of course, the elves would not let them go, and directly at the instigation of someone Du, they poured fire oil and other things into it, and burned all the torches that were still alive. The troll's healing power is of little use in the face of the flames.

In fact, Duke really wanted the elves to send out front and back attacks to destroy Orgrim's elite in Quel'Salas. It's a pity that the elven high-level officials complained that the losses were too serious on the surface, and the troops were already insufficient to maintain domestic security, but in fact, most of them were frightened.

Didn't you see the barbarian hammer dwarves pouring out of the nest, and all of them ran out?

The elf refused to move.

Duke still has to move, even if it's not the right time to fight a decisive battle with Orgrim, at least don't let him mess around.

Duke beckoned to Kudran Hammer and his griffon knights to chase in the direction of the Horde's retreat.

"Wait, I'll go too!" Aurelia whistled, and to the stunned eyes of Duke and the dwarves, a group of rangers stepped onto the griffon's back.

"Hell, what if there's a fight?" Kudran protested.

"Then please drop us down near the canopy. There's no Windranger Ranger in the forest who fell to his death!" Sylvanas shouted.

Aurelia grabbed Duke from behind, "Thank you for solving the troll crisis, but for some reason, I'm a little worried about what Orgrim will do." ”

That's exactly what Duke fears.

It was like a negative dog running away with its tail between its legs, which was not orc-style.

The griffin is very fast, and it is not a problem to soar at full speed at 70 or 80 kilometers per hour. Of course, considering the griffin's endurance and food supply, flying at a speed of 60 kilometers per hour is ideal.

In Quel'Salas, where to find a thousand cows to come out......

In the evening of the same day, seeing the light in the distance reaching the sky, Duke's worst budget appeared - the Yongge Forest Fire!

It's the height of summer, and it's the most likely time for forest fires. From a distance, dozens of fireheads erupted from the southern part of the Yongge Forest. Obviously, this is not a natural fire at all.

"Orgrim, you brute!" said Aurelia's pretty face was filled with tears in a few breaths of anger and sadness. Not only him, but all the elves in Duke's vision showed sad and indignant expressions.

Duke was silent.

As a time-traveler from the metropolis, he may never learn the Ranger's love of nature. I can't understand the grief of losing their loved ones after the forest burns down.

Apparently, the tribe seemed to have left very simply after falling out with the trolls last night. However, after allowing the tribe to march away from the Yongsong Forest a little, Orgrim aimed at the direction of the wind and set fire directly.

The denser places are obviously the masterpieces of the wolf cavalry, and you can see that the fire heads are relatively dense.

The sparse one, if you guessed correctly, is the masterpiece of Zuluhid's Red Dragon.

Rolling flames swept across the front of the forest like huge waves. The intense heat evaporated every trace of moisture in an instant, causing the forest scene to shake like a mirage in the light of the setting sun.

There were many black dots in the sky swaying back and forth, spitting out long rays of light - no need to guess, it was the Wyvern.

Although the lush forests of Yongge are not short of rain in the summer, and the trees have just been soaked by the rain, they are all scorched and reduced to ashes by the blazing heat of the dragon's breath in an instant.

The thick black smoke that came out, combined with the fall of the night, began to block out the sun.

The flames showed no sign of cease, and the summer wind swept the trees farther away, not destroying them instantly, but enough to make them burn. The fire spread endlessly in all directions, sweeping through tree after tree, almost like a plague spreading at a high speed. (To be continued.) )