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"Finally … finally. You call me unlucky, but how much better can you be," said Lu Li, panting. In his hands were the troll corpses on the ground behind him. [Love ↑ Go △ Small ↑ Talk → Net w
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These fifty or so elite monsters didn't drop a single piece of equipment, not even a white equipment.
Unlucky Hand Aura, no, it was a double Unlucky Hand Aura. The silent Moonlight wasn't much better.
"Let's go." Lu Li summoned his Headless Paladin Warhorse and rushed out. This place was a sad place. He didn't want to stay a second longer.
Moonlight also had a mount. It was a dark gray armored warhorse. It was the reward for the first week of Warsong Canyon.
Not only was he a battle maniac willing to spend time, but he also had skill and a group of fierce battlefield teammates. The number of targets he killed far exceeded that of normal PvP players.
A battlefield mount was created every week. Everyone only had one chance. Fei Houzi had been immersed in the battlefield recently. His goal was to become the Glory champion this week.
Lu Li didn't have any thoughts about this because he didn't have time to go to the battlefield to farm Glory.
The second step was to charge his nephew's Farak's Mallet at the Jintha'Alor Altar. Lu Li let Moonlight help others do quests. It was better for him to charge it himself.
A dark red crow rose from the ground, flapping its wings and flying into the sky.
Moonlight could only watch enviously as Lu Li flew away. He was also envious of this move, but it was useless. The number of players who could fly at the moment could be counted on one hand. Everyone had a special experience.
Although the Hinterlands often had powerful Gryphons flying in the air, these Gryphons had a close relationship with the Wildhammer Dwarves. They weren't wild monsters and wouldn't attack him for no reason. As a result, he could fly directly to the Jintha'Alor Altar. Otherwise, he would have had to clear out the monsters at the foot of the mountain. Along the way, there were densely packed Vilebranch Trolls.
Of course, it was necessary to be careful of the troll archers. Lu Li didn't dare to fly at a low altitude.
These forest trolls still retained the habit of eating humans. No matter how small a passing crow like Lu Li was, it was still meat. They were cruel and bloodthirsty, and wouldn't let go of prey that came knocking on their door.
Come to think of it, Lu Li's crow flying without armor was actually very dangerous.
Any attack that hit him was equivalent to a critical hit. The level 40 + forest troll archers below had particularly high attack power, and could send him on his way in just three to five hits.
He had been hesitating on whether or not to continue leveling up Crow Transformation.
Would he be able to add some defensive measures after leveling up? Or perhaps he could visit Medivh again. Although he didn't have the Bloodstained Badge, as someone who had been reborn, Lu Li had plenty of reasons to get close to the old mage. Furthermore, Aegwynn's Enchantment Book that he had given to Medivh was a godly item. It was the life's work of an archmage. Old Medivh was too naive to think that a mere flying spell and a silver badge could cancel each other out.
Lu Li shamelessly thought about how to scheme against the legendary archmage as he carefully landed on the altar.
"Friend, are you here to save me?" a tied up troll asked in a small voice.
This was a stone plaza. There was a stone coffin and a large anvil in the center of the plaza. The so-called Jintha'Alor Altar was actually pitifully simple. The guy who had just spoken was related to a relatively good quest.
This was a troll elder, but not a Vilebranch Troll, but a Revantusk Troll.
Speaking of which, the troll branches were a very complicated matter. If not for the many books he had read in his previous life, Lu Li probably wouldn't have been able to distinguish the grievances between the Vilebranch Trolls and the Revantusk Trolls.
As descendants of the Amani Empire, the Vilebranch tribe had returned to their ancestral homeland, the Hinterlands, after the troll war.
They discovered that the Revantusk tribe had already gotten there first, so they established Jintha'Alor on the other side of the slope, a troll kingdom second only to Zul 'Aman.
Compared to other forest trolls, the Vilebranch tribe was more devoted to the faith of the Blood God Hakkar. Although they looked down on the Revantusk tribe, the Vilebranch tribe didn't care too much about the Revantusk occupying their ancestral land. On the surface, they seemed to tolerate the existence of the Revantusk tribe because they were fellow forest trolls. In reality, they treated the trolls of the Revantusk tribe as sacrifices to the Blood God Hakkar.
That's right, these two-faced bastards were very black-bellied, and often caught Revantusk trolls for blood sacrifices.
The pitiful guy in front of Lu Li was an Revantusk troll that was about to be skinned alive, and it was an elder at that.
The timeline stopped here, and players would constantly receive quests to save this troll elder. He seemed to be a big shot, and the Revantusk troll tribe seemed to want to save him at all costs.
There were no guards on the altar, and the Vilebranch trolls were very confident in the defenses of the altar.
Lu Li was convinced. The troll army at the foot of the mountain wasn't easy to deal with. As for the Wildhammer Dwarves riding griffins to ambush them …
This was why Lu Li didn't secretly release the Revantusk Troll Elder.
These restrictions seemed ordinary, but they were all the work of the Vile Priestess Hex. If someone triggered them, she would suddenly descend on the altar.
A Level-40 Commander-tier boss, the leader of a tribe, would be killed instantly by Lu Li.
"Are you afraid of those demons too?" the troll elder asked in a sobbing tone. "Young warrior, what made your blood turn cold?"
"Don't worry," Lu Li said as he took out the Zul 'Farrak Hammer and charged it with energy. "I'm not strong enough to save you right now. Wait until I find some friends, and I'll definitely save you."
These words were meant to comfort the troll elder. He was worried that the yelling would attract the guards, but it wasn't a lie either.
When the guild's players reached a higher level, Lu Li would definitely bring people to wipe out the altar and the Vile Priestess Hex. When that time came, they would naturally be able to save the Revantusk Troll Elder.
"Will I still be able to see the full moon tomorrow?" The troll elder hung his head dejectedly.
"Believe me, you can do it. I promise you in the name of the Moon God that I will come back to help you as soon as possible," Lu Li said solemnly.
"I believe you, Elf." This kind of promise was too formal. The troll elder couldn't help but be moved. An Elf who swore in the name of the Moon God could not be doubted.
If he continued to doubt it, Lu Li had every reason to kill him.
In Dawnlight's backstory, doubting a person's faith was no different from killing an entire family.
"To be honest, I have a large group of adventurer companions. We're planning to wage war against these damned executioners." Lu Li finally finished charging the Zul 'Farrak Hammer. Only then did he have the mood to continue fooling the troll elder.
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