Dakara's expression changed to one of ferocious ecstasy.
Trolls were not ogres, after all. The two large fangs in their mouths were merely ornaments. What really tore flesh apart were the fangs within.
However, they were only average, and not even comparable to carnivorous creatures like sharks. The hands of the two Holy Knights were not so easy to bite. Just the high-quality Epic-level gauntlets alone were enough to knock out his own teeth.
To Dakara, Duque daring to step on him while wearing cloth boots was no different from courting death.
So he did not hesitate to extend his neck and bite down.
Who knew …
Just a moment ago, in Dakara's eyes, Duque's leg was no different from a chicken's leg.
In the next second, when Duque infused his leg with Divine Power, it became something completely different in his field of vision and perception.
It was as hot as lava, as violent as lightning, as dark as the convergence of all the evil in the world. Dakara's poor knowledge made it impossible for him to understand how this could happen.
Bite with his teeth?
What kind of joke was that?
Even if his teeth were as sharp as a shark's, how could they possibly block this heavy kick that could topple mountains and overturn the heavens and earth?
With a loud thud, Dakara let out a muffled groan as his stick-like body fell backwards, lying pathetically on the ground.
His mouth full of teeth had turned into bloody shards that flew in all directions.
Especially the two long fangs that were unique to trolls. As they spun in mid-air, they were caught by two slender hands from different elves.
"Huh? The fangs of the last troll chief? " Looking at the huge fangs that were drilled with many holes and adorned with troll teeth, Aurelia laughed. She laughed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes.
"Mm! Sister, take good care of it. This is a souvenir that you can't buy even if you have the money! "Queen Sylvanas smiled like a flower, her golden hair dancing in the wind.
On the surface, Queen Sylvanas looked calm, but upon closer inspection, one could see that her chest was rising and falling rapidly.
She was excited too!
Think about it. For almost seven thousand years, the border conflicts between the trolls and the High Elves had never stopped. Every year, tens to thousands of elves died in territorial conflicts.
Even though the elves had always had the upper hand with their runestones, the hatred between them was so deep that they had never understood each other.
If Zul 'Aman was destroyed, the Trolls would lose their last base in the Dragonsong Forest. Without Zul 'Aman's protection, even without the help of the Alliance, the Sin' dorei Kingdom had the ability to exterminate the Trolls by themselves.
Not to mention the fact that the flying ships had wiped out the main force of the Amani clan here.
Cirvanas's blood surged. Just thinking about it made him excited. What outsiders said was their business. Every elf would credit her, the new queen, with the achievement of wiping out the Amani Trolls.
It had nothing to do with the desire to rule. It was purely because it could dilute the mark left behind by Anastrian's millennia of rule.
Only by erasing the influence of this Elven traitor could Sin 'dorei truly let go of this burden and continue to move forward, standing tall among the nations of the world!
Duke smashed Dakara's teeth with a kick, and Gavinrad and Tirion, who were on either side of him, pushed Dakara to the ground with his staff.
Dakara could only use his strong chest muscles to receive Duque's foot.
The kick was so heavy that every muscle in Dakara's back was pressed against the hard bricks of the altar. The sound of bricks shattering could be heard from his back. Fresh blood seeped out from all the wounds on his body, staining the stones red.
Dakara roared, his face flushed red. His bones creaked, and beads of sweat dripped down his face!
He resisted with all his might. His pride, his noble status as the Amani chief, did not allow him to submit to this puny and weak human.
However, Duque's kick was as heavy as a thousand mountains. Dakara used all his strength, but could not move his body, let alone break free.
"Let go," Duque instructed softly. The two Paladins immediately let go.
In the next instant, most of Dakara's body was sealed in ice, leaving only his head. Because his neck was under the effect of the Deceleration Spell, he could only move in slow motion, like a slow motion camera.
"The great Amani trolls will never submit. As long as one of us is left, we will fight for all eternity!" Dakara, who was suppressed beneath Duque's feet, could not get up at all. Even so, he continued to curse fiercely.
"I know you want to die. I can grant you that wish," Duque said leisurely. "But not today. Today, even if the Burning Legion and the Calamity Army come together, they will not be able to save the Amani trolls. Just watch obediently, watch the last scene of your clansmen's lives! "
Dakara's face darkened and paled. Today was not just a great humiliation to him! It was the darkest and most terrifying despair.
No matter how his people tried to hide, they could still be easily found.
Innumerable elves swarmed over from all over the mountains, and the mountains near Zul 'Aman were all decorated with their unique, intricately patterned war flags. The war songs of the elves rang out, reverberating in every nook and cranny of the forest.
What he did not know was that in the second battle at the Dark Portal, the "Demon Demon Spirit" warning system that had caused Zu Jin's trolls to bleed had already been upgraded.
The tracking system installed on the flying ships could easily detect any living being within a three-thousand-meter radius, and shoot at them with fluorescent materials that could dissipate.
In a forest battle, the greatest advantage was concealment. Whoever was found first would lose more than half their lives.
Even without looking, the experienced Dakara could tell from the sounds that his tribesmen were running for their lives, while the elves were shooting deadly arrows into the hearts and skulls of the trolls as though they were on a safari. This was the troll's only weakness, which was its super regenerative ability.
Dakara finally broke down.
He had once been a high and mighty chief. Even in the most difficult times for his people, his strength had still soared. His strength and status were enough for him to look down on all life. Who dared to disrespect him?
But today, his strength was useless. His base had been destroyed, and he had even been captured by a human wizard. He could not even save a single one of his men!
Dakara lost his composure and shouted in the common language he had once looked down on, "Why? Those long-eared creatures are the invaders! Why must the Amani trolls be destroyed?! "
"Why?" Duque's lips curled into a mysterious smile. "It's hard to say who was right and who was wrong in the past. The Amani trolls must be destroyed simply because you were on the wrong side. "
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