Chapter 44: Goblin Products Shock People

Two orioles chirped in the green willows, and a crow walked on the tree.

A crow flew out of the quiet and peaceful Silvermoon City. The residents were busy with their own affairs and no one paid attention to it. It flew and flew to the small lake on the other side of the mountain. This small bubble was one of the drinking water sources for the orc-troll coalition, mainly for the trolls.

The crow walked to the shore, opened its abdominal mechanism, and a long thin tube stretched out. The crow pulled out the cork with its beak, and the blood of Enzos inside mixed into the river and disappeared in an instant.

Twenty or so trolls came to the shore carrying a bunch of large water jars. The crows were picking up a beast carcass on the shore with their beaks. A few trolls looked over here and continued to fetch water. My eldest

sister asked me to patrol the mountain, so I took a look around the military camp.

The crows followed from a distance, and only flew away when they saw the trolls in the camp drink the water.

Richard, who was far away on Kozan Island, was shocked to see the picture transmitted from the magic crystal.

"This... I really didn't expect that the goblin creations would have such an outstanding performance."

Vashj cut off the connection with the surveillance technology on Bayraven: "In Wuyou's own words, this is called 'Goblin products, shocking'."

Richard shook his head: "This product is quite shocking."

"However, the orcs and trolls acted faster than expected."

Vashj replied: "That's because our good ally Mr. Netharion accidentally revealed some of the human army intelligence we gave him before leaving."

"So humans are still fighting in Sintland, but they don't know that the main orc army has already circled to the rear. This group of orcs is also very smart."

"Their new chieftain, Orgrim. The Hammer of Destruction is indeed unusual."

"How are the dragon riders who came during the meeting in Silvermoon City doing with their training?"

"They are now fully adapted to flying through the clouds, and it is difficult for ground troops to detect their traces."

"Then send them all out, and make sure that Quel'Thalas's distress message is not known to the Alliance."

"Yes, master!"

In the troll camp, leader Zul'jin drank water from a bowl.

"What's the matter?"

Zul'jin put down the bowl and leaned on his legs. A familiar bloodthirsty and violent desire rose in his body, and the strength in his body also increased!

"Ahhh!"

There were bursts of shouts from outside the tent, and Zul'jin walked out with an axe.

The group of trolls under his command were all howling.

"Be quiet!" Zul'jin roared.

The trolls looked at him with red eyes. Zul'jin smiled and said, "Do you want to call the elves over? If anyone wants, I don't mind letting them die first. Just stay here quietly. Tomorrow, you will kill them tomorrow!"

After saying that, Zul'jin licked his lips exaggeratedly.

A group of trolls rolled back to the tent excitedly.

The blood of N'Zoth quietly changed the trolls just like the blood of Mannoroth changed the orcs.

The next day, the sun had not risen.

In the low bushes, trolls covered with moss were hiding. Not far ahead, a dozen elves were patrolling with sleepy eyes. Their guards were very lax. After all, they were in the forest where they lived every day. No one could have imagined that a group of bloodthirsty trolls had come to them.

"Gu!" Zul'jin blew a quick whistle with his mouth, jumped out first, and chopped down an elf with each of his two axes.

"Roar, roar, roar!" A group of trolls rushed out.

"Trolls! It's trolls!" The elven patrols finally found the trolls, but it was too late.

"Blow the horn! Blow the horn!" The leading elf shouted to the trumpeter.

"Damn!" The short horn sounded for a moment, and the trumpeter's neck was pierced.

"Die! Damn troll." An archer shot a long arrow and pierced the abdomen of a troll in front of him.

"How is it possible!" The archer looked at the troll who was shot in surprise, and continued to charge without any impact. The next moment, there was only darkness in the archer's eyes. N'Zoth's blood not only enhanced the strength of the trolls, but also enhanced their recovery ability and weakened their pain.

"Damn it!" Seeing that there were so many enemies, the leader abandoned his comrades who were still resisting and fled. Zul'jin pierced his abdomen with a flying axe from behind. The leader knelt on the ground, holding his stomach and died.

Zul'jin cut off the leader's ear and put it in the bag around his neck. He wanted to take it as a trophy. The trolls who went out with him were also dividing the trophies. Zul'jin ordered his men to clean up the traces and prepare for an ambush.

"When the elves know that their companions are not going, they will definitely send people to investigate. We are going to kill them today!"

Now the Silvermoon Council in Quel'Thalas is in a state of desperation. People from all over the border are asking for help. Some villages have been razed to the ground. These orcs and trolls are very aggressive, and the elves' own troops can't resist them at all. Especially the trolls, unless you focus on their vital points, it is very difficult to kill them. This is completely different from what we saw during the Elf-Troll War many years ago.

"No reply yet?" Elf King Anastarian. Sunstrider roared angrily.

"This is not yet..."

"Bang!" The king slammed the table hard.

It's not Anastarian's fault that he was angry, because in the past few days they have sent more than a hundred messengers, some to Lordaeron, some to Dalaran, and some to the front lines of Hillbride and Hinterlands. Since they all carry hearthstones, they can return immediately as long as the message is delivered. If they haven't returned for such a long time, they are basically in trouble. Fortunately, the hearthstones are energy-bound, and they can't be used if they are picked up by the enemy.

Richard said that these hearthstones can be returned to the furnace for remaking and continue to be sold. Anyway, the styles are the same, and no one can tell the difference. Fortunately, the Elven Kingdom has not had close contact with the Human Kingdom for many years, and Richard has not enabled the function of purchasing hearthstone in other places (that is, buying the hearthstone of the Lordaeron Inn at the Silvermoon City Inn and then teleporting it directly from Silvermoon City to Lordaeron). Otherwise, it would be really difficult for them to teleport directly to the town with the hearthstone.

"Have those vampires arrived?"

Vampires are what some people call Richard's merchant group.

"Here they are."

"Please let them in."

Kikyo and Wuyou were brought in. Kikyo was responsible for price negotiation, and Wuyou was responsible for commodity valuation. After all, the goblins living in Azeroth know the value of certain treasures better than the ghosts in the other world.

"We need your mercenaries."

Kikyo pulled out a piece of paper from his briefcase.

"Bang!" Anastasia slammed the paper on the table!

"Shameless!"

"Do you think we can't contain Quel'Thalas without you? Let me tell you! Silvermoon City will never fall!"

Kikyo was not angry, and said calmly: "If you change your mind, come to the inn to find me. I've been at the Silvermoon City inn these days."

Anastasia shouted at their backs: "Absolutely impossible!"