Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

"Wait a minute, High Priest Senjin, I want to ask these compatriots to see if they are willing to go with me to meet Lord Blood Lord."

Sen'jin's face changed suddenly: "Water, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean? Of course, it depends on whether these compatriots are willing to join me. Why, are you afraid that they will give up your ridiculous mouth-smelling god of death Bwonsamdi?" There was a hint of sarcasm and madness on Walter's face, "Ah, That's right, after all, this false god has already cut off contact with us after the blood god came, it's really ridiculous!"

"Shut up, Walter, how dare you say such blasphemous words?" Senkin thumped the long staff in his hand, and gray-black power gushed out of his body, "Either you get out now, or you Just leave your life!"

A group of Darkspear trolls looked at the two men at a loss, one was their most trusted high priest, and the other was a brother who usually fights and hunts together.

Walter looked at the nervous Senjin, and suddenly relaxed: "Forget it, I'll go now, High Priest, I hope you won't regret it when Lord Godbreaker wins."

After he finished speaking, he retreated into the jungle, and the clearing fell into an eerie silence.

"Let's go, let's go now!" Senjin's sudden order woke up the people who were still in a daze. They hurriedly lifted the wooden board with the steel fragments and quickly exited the jungle.

On the way back, Sen'jin seemed to have figured something out. After arriving at the camp, he summoned all the surviving Darkspear troll squad leaders, and then gave the order to screen and retreat.

"Master Patriarch, what's the matter?"

Senjin glanced at him, and then said to the troll in front of him: "I have an ominous premonition that after the sun rises, there will be huge changes. In order to preserve our strength, we must retreat now and leave here. Return to our camp in the south."

"But patriarch, what reason should we leave here? And this is a battlefield after all, but it is a good place for us to sacrifice to the gods."

Sen'jin didn't answer his question directly, but turned his head to look at everyone: "How many of you have abandoned Bwonsamdi and absorbed Hakkar's power instead?"

Trolls, do you look at me? I look at you, but I don’t speak.

"Is it okay? I just asked? After all, after I take some people away, the rest will choose one of you to lead everyone."

"Is it true what you say, High Priest?"

"Of course, so come on? Let me see how many accept the power of Hakkar.

"

He had just finished speaking? Half of the trolls in the camp stood up, their eyes glowing red.

"There are so many..." Sen'jin muttered to himself, then turned to his adjutant and said, "You go to count the number of people who have transferred to Hakar? Then gather the trolls who have not transferred their beliefs? Let's set off immediately .”

"yes!"

Mandokir, who got the news soon, rushed back from the front line, and Walt followed behind him. At this time, the Darkspear trolls had already left part of it first.

"Sen'jin!"

"Ah, Mandokir, are you here? I have something to ask you, because I have to rush back to the clan because of some urgent matters? The remaining 700 shadow hunters will be handed over to you. "

"Ah?" Mandokir was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Senjin to hand over most of the soldiers in his hand so simply? But he didn't think he had too many soldiers in his hand, "Okay? Then you When are you coming back?"

"Should be two or three days?" Sen Jin thought about the warning he had received in his previous dream? He replied in a low voice.

"Okay, then I won't send you off. The battle here is very fierce. Just now, a group of heavily armed iron dwarfs rushed into the woods on the west side of the camp. Our soldiers were caught off guard, and the defense line was directly defeated. Next, I have to Gather your forces and counterattack."

"Short?" Senjin thought about the word for a while, but he kept smiling, and said politely: "No need to send it off, Lord Mandokir, those long ears won't last long under your leadership. of."

"Hahaha, of course!" Mandokir looked up to the sky and laughed.

At this time, Adjutant Sen'jin led a velociraptor to his side. The old priest turned over, saluted Mandokir, and left the camp directly.

"Blood Lord, should we..." Walter leaned forward at this moment, squinting at Sen'jin who was gradually moving away.

"What do you want?" Mandokir glanced at him, then walked to the remaining shadow hunters, calmed them down with a few words, and strengthened a troll captain on the spot, these giants who fell into Haka's embrace Immediately, the demon rushed into the jungle screaming.

Sen'jin took one last look at the brightly lit pass before walking into the jungle, and the faint red blood smoke rose up, carrying a certain ominous meaning.

"Patriarch, are we going to give up those 800 compatriots like this?"

Sen'jin took a serious look at the adjutant: "You have to remember, since they abandoned Bwonsamdi and transferred to Hakkar, they are no longer our Darkspear compatriots, but some kind of blood god polluted creatures."

"pollute?"

"That's right, it will be clear when you get some loa's power again, well, let's go, if we hurry up, we should be able to catch up with the last few ships leaving Stranglethorn Vale."

To the north of the pass, the third position marked by the elves, Magni Bronzebeard and Kurdran Wildhammer lead their respective guards to guard the place. In front of them are two piles of troll corpses, broken heads and chests. All prove the strength of these dwarves.

"Hey, Bronzebeard boy, what do you think of these trolls?"

"Fast speed, great strength, strong self-healing ability, the most important thing is the red power, it's too difficult!" Magni rubbed the hammer against the tree trunk, and the black trunk was instantly stained with white brains and blood. red blood.

"Yes, although they are not equipped well, they are really natural jungle hunters, and..." Before he finished speaking, a long arrow shot out of the forest wrapped in thick fog and hit Kurdran directly. chest.

"Enemy attack!" Muradin shouted, and at the same time the hammer in his hand flashed lightning, he swung it in the direction of the arrow, the blue lightning hammer flew into the fog with a whistling sound, and a burst of trolls shouted and cursed There was a sound, but at the same time more arrows rushed towards the dwarves with a shriek.

The dwarves raised their hammers one after another to block their eyes, and the arrows and steel hammer heads collided with the plate armor on them, making a "clinking" sound.

Kurdran also reacted. He immediately commanded the Wildhammer guards to disperse instantly, then pulled out the throwing ax and throwing hammer from his waist and threw them into the jungle in front of him.

"Roar! For the Soul Reaper!" Accompanied by the roar of the troll, shadowy trolls rushed out of the thick fog, and they raised heavy weapons wrapped in Hakkar's divine power to attack the dwarf in front of them. Long arrows with green light kept flying out.

The dwarves were not to be outdone, they formed a group of three under the order of the prince, and flew up and down with the hammer and ax in their hands. Even though these trolls had the protection of Hakar's divine power, they were still quickly divided and struck by the dwarves. kill.

At this time, there was a cry of troll language from the jungle, and a series of red lights quickly poured into the troll's body, and the figures of the trolls in the front row skyrocketed again, and the bloodthirsty desire in their eyes became stronger and stronger.

Seeing more and more trolls, Magni directly raised his hammer and roared loudly: "God descends!"

"Kill!" The two sides roared and fought together again.