Chapter 444

Zudak, the land of the gods in Troll language.

This is the territory of the frost Troll dakalai tribe. In the ancient times of Azeroth, dakalai trolls lived and multiplied in this land of ice and snow. They were once one of the tribes with the most perfect tradition and the largest number among all the troll tribes in Azeroth.

Moreover, unlike the Armani trolls and split skull trolls who have basically lost their territory, the dakalai tribe still maintains a fairly complete social class, and even has its own unique civilization. From southwest to northeast, the whole zudak is divided into farming area, arena and sacrifice area in turn. For a long time, the trolls here actually live a peaceful life.

They are also allies of the Zandala trolls, the most determined of all.

However, with the tide of darkness sweeping the world, the dakalai tribe is not immune, and the endless undead swarms into zudak. Under the pouring of such power, the dakalai Troll constantly retreats, and finally completely gives up the outermost farming area. Surrounded by the arena area, it is difficult to resist the invasion of the undead.

Now, with the help of a group of despicable trolls who took refuge in the natural disaster of the undead, the Colosseum on the second floor is in danger of being occupied.

When the perspective is extended to Northrend, zudak suffers the most undead invasion. Three natural disaster floating cities, waltarus, zelramas and korramas, are respectively arranged in the southern area of zudak. In addition, a fortress city, daksaron fortress, which has been completely occupied by the undead trolls, The plague of the dead spread all over the territory of zudak almost all the time.

This is also the "source of troops" that Alsace attaches great importance to, because it is not a simple matter to find enough corpses in Northrend, a vast and sparsely populated area.

On the desolate snow plain of zudak, there is a tree with a long history. It is said that it was planted by the leader of the first generation of dakalai trolls. Its crown is the size of a town. It is like the most stubborn old man, unwilling to submit to fate.

This tree is revered by trolls as "simtoga", the closest place to nature.

Now, an important meeting is going on in the shade of simtoga. On the land beyond the tree, endless snowflakes float away, like the deepest shadow cast on the land. It is cold and silent, just like death coming, silent.

"The voice of God loah is missing one more..."

Goraya, the old troll, was as feeble as before. It seemed that he was going to die the next moment. He sat on a pine chair and put a special incense in front of him. The gray smell of incense floated in the air and was inhaled by goraya into his nose. The Buddha was doing a special communication with him.

Two trolls dressed for sacrifice stand around him. One is wearing a green snake scale robe, the other is wearing a gray robe. They are the sacrifice of dakalai trolls. But now, obviously, they are on the side of Zandala grand sacrifice. Opposite them is Uther, the head of the black front knights, with a cold face.

Jinrock, the smasher, was once a Zandala priest who was stationed outside of himtoga. The power from the top of the thunder made his body undergo a terrible mutation. This once thin sacrifice has become bigger than any barbarian, with blue and purple magic stripes on his body. He is stronger than before, but also more irritable. Only the voice of goraya, To keep him quiet.

The war god Jarak and the invincible Helion are now fighting against their former kindred. The internal problems of those dakalai trolls are much more serious than the simple invasion of natural disasters.

The sacrifice and betrayer of dakalai committed the unforgivable crime of stealing the power of the God of loah!

So goraya has to face two enemies, natural disaster and dakalai. He can't cope with them. That's why Uther came.

A few minutes later, the meditative old Troll raised his hand and opened his eyes.

"Three months ago, the God akari died in battle in order to protect the temple of dakalai, but the betrayer of dakalai, the blasphemous jardara, desecrated the body of the powerful luoa God akari, imprisoned akari's divine power and soul in his body, trying to reach the realm of God, which is an unforgivable crime!"

Goraya's eyes swept back, and the dakalai priest, who was seen by his cold eyes, could not help kneeling on the ground,

"And you! Sladland and morabi, although you did not drink the blood of the gods voluntarily, you still committed a serious crime and should be executed! But now the situation is bad, so I'll leave you alive. If you don't die after the war, I will personally preside over your punishment. You will be hanged on the frozen cliff and endure the cold wind until the great serpent god celetus and the strong mammoth God Mentos forgive you! "

At the same time, sladland and morabi let out a sigh of relief, which means that they have left their lives for the time being. However, this kind of troll's internal affairs is obviously not what everyone likes to hear.

"Troll, don't pretend to be a ghost any more. Come on, where should we go? And how much? "

Uther impatiently rubbed the bone hilt of the magic sword apocalypse, and the breath of death from time to time made the giant tree shimtoga swaying, and even angered the God lying under the tree... The God of giant cheetah, a powerful creature named hakya.

He raised his head. The ten adult heads were staring at Uther. The blue smell in his eyes was cold and mysterious. The snow-white Troll was full of black spots and stars. He was in a bad mood. As one of the five beast spirits protecting zudak, he watched his companion being killed by the believers, Or died in the attack of natural disasters, which undoubtedly made the beast God angry to the extreme.

Now she smelled the power of death that disgusted her, and she couldn't help it.

"Well, great hukeya, rest your anger, they are not enemies!"

Goraya stood up tremblingly and bowed respectfully to the God of cheetah, which made hakya stop preparing to attack. The old Troll looked back at Uther without expression,

"Powerful death knight, you are the same, your anger is burning in the direction of meaningless, we are not your enemy! Remember that

Uther didn't speak. The old Troll sighed again. He went to the outside of himtoga and pointed to the high fortress that loomed in the wind and snow in the southwest,

"That's dasakron fortress, one of the most brilliant cities of the dakalai troll, but now it has been occupied by the shameful traitor, dakuru. That bastard has taken refuge with the Lich King. He thinks he can win everything he wants, but he doesn't know. All he can get is defeat!"

Golaya turned his head and looked at Uther,

"Can you bring him defeat?"

The death knight leader grinned, "I can... But what can I get? Troll, death makes us more realistic, the glory has gone away, so I need a reason, although I am willing to teach a lesson to those bastards who take refuge in the Lich King

Goraya seems to have considered this situation for a long time. He rubs his wrist slowly. On his arm, which shows under his wrist from time to time, a blue and purple lightning Rune flashes on his skin.

Obviously, it's not just jinrock who has accepted the reinforcement. It's part of the agreement, and Dick is a person who abides by the agreement.

"I know that your greatest wish is to destroy the dark king."

Goraya looked into Uther's ice blue eyes. "The whole zudak will be your soldier!"

Uther shook his head. "Not enough! I prefer to use my own strength to complete my revenge. "

Golaya's eyes narrowed and his hands spread out. "This land is so barren. Although dakalai has a lot of wealth, it doesn't mean anything to you. The powerful dead bones are also taken away by the Lich King, so I'm very curious. What do you want from this land?"

Uther smiles, and his eyes glance at hukeya lying under the tree. The extreme physical strength has reached the extreme, even if it is not far from the top of life energy. The body is almost born for war. There is a touch of greed in his eyes.

The malice is gathering and dispersing. Hukeya, the God of cheetah, obviously feels Uther's malice, but he doesn't care. Although the death knight is strong, he is not a threat to the beast God who is only one step away from the demigod. The only thing hukeya can fear is Uther's white bone sword.

It bared its teeth at Uther, which was an undisguised... Provocation, but Uther looked back the next moment.

His greed completely fell into goraya's eyes, the old Troll said in a deep voice,

"You're looking for something very dangerous! Uther! It's something that dick doesn't dare touch! "

"I know..."

Uther interrupted golaya's dissuasion. He waved his hand and pointed to the northwest. "I know that luo'a is your highest belief. I also know that they have the power to transcend this world. Naturally, I won't annoy those crazy souls. What I want is another thing!"

The death knight's tongue licked his dry lips, and he lowered his voice,

"A month ago, the undead disaster besieged the altar of celetus. In order to resist the undead, the dakalai Troll killed his serpent god celetus and distributed its power to many soldiers. This is a sad thing, but I know that the body of celetus has been collected by you... I want that body!"

"It will become the sharpest weapon to destroy the undead in my hand, but it's worthless in your hand. Those damned trolls also killed the powerful akari, right? That rhinoceros's body is the best, but it's gone, so... "

Uther took a look at goraya and said firmly, "I only want it! The body of celetus. "

"Tut tut..."

Goraya looked at Uther with a faint smile,

"You are really a greedy bastard... But you are right. Once the beast God is killed, the soul will belong to loah's group. It's really useless for us to keep that corpse, and the God of wind snake, quesrun, has been schemed by her prophets... But it only leaves white bones, you should not dislike it."

Uther frowned. He didn't believe that the troll would do the good thing of buying one and getting one free, so he asked directly,

"So... What's the price?"

Goraya waved. "We're friends, aren't we? I'd love to give you the white bone, but the white bone of quesrun is hidden by her prophet. He's hiding in the altar of quesrun. He thinks we can't find him. It's stupid! "

Uther waved his bloody red cape behind him, and the snowflakes on the ground were flying in the air, "let your people take me there, and I will help you get rid of those guys, and then dasakron Fort belongs to us, and the rest is your own business."

There was a smile in goraya's eyes,

"Sure, deal! You'll be a new friend to the trolls of dhakalai, and I have no doubt about that! By the way, the three floating cities of natural disasters... "

"That will be the black front's booty, the bridgehead against the Lich King, so... Don't think too hard!"