The Trolls who were almost at the top of the tree silently readied their weapons. Most of them revealed their sharp triangular teeth, revealing a sinister smile.
This was a grudge that had lasted for thousands of years.
To the trolls, ever since this pale-skinned, pointy-eared intruder first set foot on this continent 6800 years ago, they had been stealing territory from the great Amani Empire.
They gradually seized control of this land. They had the speed, stealthiness, and even agility of trolls. These elves also had many powerful advantages, the most powerful of which was their damned magic. The trolls had never come into contact with magic before, so they had no way of fighting back against those mysterious attacks or breaking through their arcane defenses.
The only thing they could do was to use their high-speed regeneration of flesh and blood, their advantage in numbers, and their lives to suppress these hateful elves.
The trolls had once succeeded. Their ancestors had used their blood to create epic troll weapons, using up the last drop of magic in the elven bloodline, and almost completely annihilated these weak fellows.
But two thousand years ago, the elves and the despicable humans formed an alliance. These two pale-skinned races completely destroyed the Amani Empire. They took down fortresses, burned castles, burned the Amani Empire's cultural essence to the ground, and slaughtered tens of thousands of their fellow trolls.
The once ruler of the planet, the great Amani Empire, was shattered, and no longer had its former glory. All that was left was the shadow of thousands of years of continuous defeats, like maggots in a bone, entangling the souls of every troll. The trolls were no longer able to restore their glory and take back everything that belonged to them.
Until now …
The appearance of the Horde gave them hope for revenge. Zu Jin was willing to believe in them.
Orgrim Doomhammer, a bold and wise leader of the Horde, promised to help them rebuild the Amani Empire.
In fact, when the humans and orcs started the war, Zu Jin had tried to reunite the trolls of the various tribes.
Amani, Fire Tree, Rotten Moss, Eviltooth, Evil Branch, Burning Bramble, Deadwood … These forest troll tribes that had been divided for countless generations, and had long become enemies and hated each other, had for the first time found common ground in the face of a greater and more glorious goal.
One by one, Zu Jin challenged and defeated the leaders of these clans, whether it was through battles, competitions, or something else.
All of them had already knelt before him. They and their tribes would all listen to his commands. The forest trolls banded together once more.
Apart from that, the Frostmane Clan and the other Frost Troll Clans that had lost their territories to the Bronzebeard Dwarves had also joined the army of revenge.
With the help of the tribe, they would clean up the world in a similar way as the humans and elves, and then regain control of the forest. The Orcs showed no interest in the forest at all. Zu Jin suspected that they would occupy the valleys and plains of this world.
Let the Orcs go, but the Trolls only wanted the forest.
Standing on the tree, Zu Jin's sinister smile widened as he looked down at the elves who didn't know that they had stepped into the gates of hell. Zu Jin, who had also grown up immersed in the mud of hatred and revenge, completely understood the feelings of his compatriots.
They had already infiltrated deep into the elves' homeland and were preparing to slaughter the elves on the land that they had stolen from their hands, the land that the elves believed to be their homeland and incomparably safe. Let the elves taste the feeling of losing their homes and being slaughtered.
Suddenly, the sound of wind breaking overhead alerted some of the patrolling elves.
It was already too late.
The trolls weren't known for their strength, but that was relative to the Orcs.
In this environment where they would have to fight at close quarters in less than two seconds, the weakness of the elves' lack of individual combat ability was magnified many times over.
Zu Jin jumped down from the tree, and his huge feet landed right on top of the heads of two elves. The huge weight and the acceleration of gravity easily broke the necks of the two elves.
Before his feet even touched the ground of the forest, Zu Jin threw out his axe with a strange technique.
The sharp giant axe, spinning in midair, easily flew between the two elves. Before they could react, the spinning blade of the axe had already sliced open the throat of the elf who was facing Zu Jin. In less than half a second, the axe cut deeply into the head of the elf who was slightly further back.
The other axe did the same.
The speed at which it fell was almost as fast as the two elves who had been trampled to death by Zu Jin. The remaining four elves lost their lives and collapsed, their blood splattering on the leaves of the forest grass.
It was a ghastly sight!
Before they could even scream, the rest of the elves were also taken care of by the trolls who descended from the sky like lightning.
Zu Jin was very satisfied with this ambush that was like an appetizer.
"Cut off their heads and hang them up! If there's a chance, tell the elves that the trolls are coming! "
On all fronts in the southern part of the Long Song Forest, the trolls attacked the elven patrols in a frenzy. Some troll armies easily won, while others paid a heavy price.
"What? You're saying that some of the elves predicted our arrival and made arrangements to surround and kill us? "Zu Jin was very confused by his subordinate's report.
If this was a battle where the trolls were warned from above, then the trolls' losses would undoubtedly be much greater. Unfortunately, the trolls only suffered a crushing defeat in less than a fifth of the area. The rest were overwhelming victories.
"Whatever, we'll leave the rest to the Orcs. Let's see if Orgrim can break through those damned elven defensive spells like he promised. "
"What are you doing?"
When Gul 'dan approached Orgrim, the Great Chief barked out a warning question.
"There are some things that you should see for yourself, great Doomhammer." Gul 'dan bowed deeply.
Orgrim nodded and put the hammer on his shoulder, indicating for Gul 'dan to lead the way.
Gul 'dan turned around and led Doomhammer and his personal guards back.
Soon, they arrived in front of a large pit that had been dug out. At the bottom of the pit was a large stone, and the rough surface of the stone had countless intricate runes drawn on it. Those strokes were definitely the work of a clever creature.
But that wasn't the point.
Even someone like Doomhammer, who knew nothing about mystical abilities and spiritual power, could feel the energy emanating from this heavy stone.
"This is the elven trap?" Orgrim asked.
"Yes, and it's not just a trap."
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