The trolls, almost in the canopy, were silently ready with their weapons. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info most of them showed their triangular sharp teeth and showed a hideous smile.

It's a grudge that has lasted for thousands of years.

For the trolls, the pale-skinned, pointy-eared interloper has been stealing territory from the great Amani Empire since he first set foot on the continent 6,800 years ago.

They've gradually taken control of the land, they're troll-fast, sneaky, and even agile, and these elves have a lot of powerful advantages, the most powerful of which is their damn magic, trolls have never been exposed to magic before, and they can't fight back against those mysterious attacks or break through their arcane defenses.

The only thing that can be done is to suppress these abominable elves with a high-speed recovery of flesh and blood, with a numerical advantage, and with blood and life.

The trolls succeeded for a time, and their ancestors forged an epic of trolls with blood, draining the last drop of magical energy in the elven bloodline, and then nearly slaughtered these weak creatures.

But just over 2,000 years ago, elves and despicable and cunning humans formed an alliance. These two pale-skinned races completely crushed the Amani Empire. They stormed fortresses, burned castles, burned the cultural essence of the Amani Empire, and slaughtered thousands of fellow trolls.

Once the ruler of the planet, the great Amani Empire has been shattered and no longer in its former glory, leaving only the shadow of centuries of defeat, like a maggot of tarsal bones that haunts the soul of every troll, and the troll is no longer able to restore his glory and take back everything that belongs to him.

Until now......

The Horde's appearance out of thin air gave them hope of revenge. Zujin was also willing to believe them.

Orgrim*, the hammer of destruction, a bold and wise tribal leader, promised him to help them rebuild the Amani Empire.

In fact, at the beginning of the war between humans and orcs, Zujin tried to reunite the trolls of the various tribes.

Amani, the fire tree, the rotten moss, the fangs, the branches, the burning thorns, the dead wood...... For the first time, these forest troll clans, which had been divided for countless generations and had long become hostile and hateful to each other, had something in common in the face of a larger and more glorious goal.

One by one, Zujin challenges and defeats the leaders of his clans, whether through battles, matches, or whatever.

All of them have bowed down before him, and they and their tribes will obey his commands. The forest trolls are united again.

In addition, there are also frost troll clans such as Frostmane, who have lost their territory to the bronzebeard dwarves, and have also joined the army of revenge.

With the help of the Horde, they will clean up the world in a similar way to the human elves and then rule the forest again. The orcs appear to be completely uninterested in the forest, and Zujin suspects that they will occupy the valleys and plains of this world.

The orcs want to let them go, the trolls only want the forest.

On the tree, looking at the elves below who didn't know that they had stepped into the gates of hell, the sinister smile on Zu Jin's face became even stronger. As Zu Jin, who also grew up immersed in the sludge of hatred and revenge, he fully understands the feelings of his compatriots.

They have penetrated deep into the elven homeland, and are preparing to torture the elves in this land that they have stolen from them, in a place that the elves consider their home and extremely safe. Let the elves also taste the taste of losing their homes and slaughtering their compatriots.

Huo Ran, the sound of breaking wind above his head alarmed the individual patrolling elves.

It's too late.

Trolls aren't known for their strength, that's relative to orcs.

In this environment of less than two seconds, and already having to fight in close combat, the disadvantages of the elves' lack of individual combat ability are magnified exponentially.

Zujin jumped down from the tree, his huge feet just stepping on the heads of the two elves. The huge weight and gravitational acceleration made the huge force easily break the cervical vertebrae of the two people.

Before stepping on the ground of the woods, Zujin threw his axe with a strange gesture.

The sharp axe swirling in mid-air flew easily between the two elves, and before they could react, the spinning blade had already slice the throat of an elf facing Zujin. In less than half a second, the axe struck deep into the elf's skull, which was a little further back.

The same goes for the other axe.

The speed of the fall was almost as fast as the two elves who had been trampled to death by Zujin, and the other four elves' lifeless bodies fell limply, blood splattered on the leaves of the forest meadow.

Shocking!

Before they could scream, the rest of the elves were also cleaned up by the trolls who fell from the sky like lightning, in no particular order.

Zujin was satisfied with the pre-dinner ambush.

"Cut off the head, hang it up, and if you still have a chance, tell the elves who come after you that the trolls are coming!"

On all fronts at the southern end of the Eternal Song Forest, trolls frantically attacked elven patrols. Some of the troll forces won easily, while others paid a heavy price.

"What? Are you saying that some of the elves foresaw our arrival and made arrangements such as counter-siege and killing?" Zujin was very confused by his subordinates' reports.

If this were a top-down warned-up engagement, the troll's losses would undoubtedly be much greater. Unfortunately, less than a fifth of the territories were trolls who suffered a crushing defeat, and the rest were overwhelming victories.

"No matter, the rest will be left to the orcs. It's up to Orgrim to do what he promised, breaking the goddamn defensive magic of the elves. ”

"What for?"

When Gul'dan approached Orgrim, the Grand Chief issued a wary question.

"There are some things you should see for yourself, the great hammer of destruction. Gul'dan bowed deeply.

Orgrim nodded, put the hammer on his shoulder, and motioned for Gul'dan to show him the way.

Gul'dan turned and walked back with the Hammer of Doom and his guards.

Soon, they came to the front of a huge excavated earth pit, and at the bottom of the pit was a huge stone, and the rough surface of the stone was painted with countless intricate runes. That kind of brushstroke, it must have come from some ingenious creature.

That's not the point.

Even someone like Doomhammer, who is ignorant of mystical abilities and psychic powers, can feel the energy emanating from this bulky stone.

"Is this the trap of the elves?" Orgrim asked.

"Yes, and it's not just a trap. (To be continued.) )