Chapter 560 Stop! If you hit me again, I will die.
When the battlefield of Zul'Drak started again, Daelin laid out a siege network around Utgard Castle and led the reintegrated support forces to quickly move northward.
Just as Sarlayan expected, Ymiron did not hesitate to lead the Vrykul who followed him after entering the city and launched a bloody power seizure.
The fighting inside Utgarde Castle was in full swing, and there was no time to think about breaking through the siege of Kul Tiras.
The reinforcements from Kul Tiras marched all the way, crossing the Grizzly Hills as quickly as possible under the guidance of the furbolg, passing Drak'saron Fortress, and officially entered the outer area of Zul'Drak occupied by the coalition forces.
At the same time, Sarlayan, who was using Ursoc's incarnation, collided with Lennok, who had white fur, and rolled on the snow as if they were wrestling.
Against such a giant beast with thick skin and thick flesh, the human form is obviously not very useful.
Since it was inconvenient to expose the dragon form, Sharlayan chose the largest incarnation of Ursoc.
Lennok, who was left behind by Valeera, Stellagosa and others, was also a bear. The two black and white bears were beaten with one palm and one claw to the point of darkness.
The frost trolls who were unfortunately involved in the battle were crushed into meat patties. Under the control of the troll commander, they hurried away from this hellish battlefield, leaving the fighting space to the two giant bears.
Lennok fought simply by relying on his natural abilities as the Loa animal god. He didn't know any fancy spells and relied on his tough fur and sharp claws.
Sarlayan is not so honest.
Before the battle began, he had applied the buffing effect of the dragon's roar to himself. During the battle, he could also use some small spells that did not require chanting and Druid transformation skills.
The giant bear's claws fell on Lennok one after another, and the Slit (Bear) skill continued to take effect, and from time to time a ferocious Bite (Bear) was added.
The bodies of the two giant bears fighting hand to hand were soon stained red with blood. Ursock's incarnation was a brown bear, so it would not be too obvious after being stained with blood.
The injuries of Lennok, the big white bear, were very eye-catching. There were bright red bloodstains all over the snow-white fur, and it looked like it was about to die of serious injuries.
But Sarlayan, who was fighting for his life with Lennok, knew very well that this guy was still alive and well and was still far away from death.
"Death Vine!"
Taking advantage of Lennok's opportunity to stand up and plan to slap the bear's paws from top to bottom, Sarlayan transformed the power of death. The dark vines tightly entangled Lennok's legs and began to slowly absorb his abundant energy.
vitality.
Sarlayan didn't think these vines could restrain Lennok for long. He ducked sideways to avoid the bear slap, and a strange low roar came from the brown bear's throat.
Ursock's bulky body suddenly accelerated, and with the blessing of running and roaring, he quickly sprinted to Lennok's side.
Before the big white bear struggled frantically to break free from the vines, Sarlayan, who had already started to speed up, put his head on his waist.
The death vines were broken as Lennok wished, but his defensive posture was broken open and the middle door was exposed.
Sarlayan did not let go of this perfect opportunity, and rushed to Lennok's side before the running roar had expired. He bit his neck mercilessly and shook him hard.
"Ouch!"
Lennok's low roar of pain spread throughout the battlefield, and his vitals were bitten. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape from Sarlayan's control.
"Stop, stop! If you hit me again, I will die!"
Loa is a primitive animal spirit born and raised, so there is nothing surprising about it being able to speak.
From Loa's point of view, helping the trolls who worship him to fight is just a matter of friendship, not an obligation, and there is no need to sacrifice his life for it.
Lennok is a somewhat clever fool. He doesn't say a word during the battle, and seems to intend to be "loyal" to the troll.
However, after realizing that his life might be in danger, Lennok did not dare to hold it anymore and hurriedly begged for mercy from Sarlayan who bit his neck.
Sarlayan still didn't let go, and muffled words escaped from the corners of his mouth.
"Are you sure you want to admit defeat?"
"Confirm, confirm! As long as you put me down, I will withdraw from the battlefield immediately and I will never break my promise!"
"Hmph! You'd better keep your promise."
Sarlayan finally relented and retreated. Lennok's neck was bitten to a bloody pulp, and the pain would make him grimace even if he moved.
"Hiss~ It's been a long time since I met such an energetic mortal. I, the old bear, am willing to be defeated."
Lennok tried to move his neck, but it seemed that it was still not smooth.
"Keep your word. If you can't beat me, you can't beat me. To help you to this extent is considered to be the end of your kindness and righteousness. Get away!"
Big ass white bear...oh, it looks red now.
The red bear Lennok, whose body was stained with blood, limped out of the battlefield and retreated to the snowfield area north of Zul'Drak without looking back.
The defeat of the giant bear Loa undoubtedly dealt a big blow to the morale of the Drakkari trolls.
But that's not all.
The enthusiastic Sarlayan hadn't had enough fighting yet, so he inspected the battlefield and found his next target.
Queslun was trying to force his way onto the city wall with Sylvanas' bow and arrows shooting at him.
"he~"
Transforming directly from the huge Ursoc incarnation into the silver wolf form, Sharlayan mobilized the power of Goldrinn in his body to gather in the wolf's mouth, and aimed at Queslun to remotely spray a beam of condensed silver light.
"tui!"
Most of Queslun's attention was focused on Sylvanas. This difficult mortal had the ability to hurt him. If he wasn't careful, there would be an arrow hole in his body.
"Quisluen! Be careful!"
The warning issued by the Wind Serpent Priest from behind caused Quesluen to pause. The next moment, all the scales on his body stood upright.
"boom!"
The silver energy beam penetrated Quesluen's left flesh wing without stopping, and continued to fly into the distance. It did not stop until it hit the altar of an unknown temple with a heavy bombardment.
"hiss!"
Quesluen, who was in pain, lost his balance, screamed and fell from the air.
Sylvanas seized the opportunity and planned to pursue the victory, but Queslun, who landed in a panic, suddenly begged for mercy.
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Sylvanas: "...Huh?"
The Ranger General was a little dumbfounded: "That's it? Did you Loa surrender so quickly?"
Quesluen stood up from the ground with difficulty and looked at the shot-pierced left wing with distress.
"Otherwise? We won't risk our lives for the trolls. That would be uneconomical."
"Uh~"
Sylvanas was speechless, smiling bitterly and waving her hand to signal Queslun to evacuate.
Two Loa retreated one after another, and the other Loa also began to retreat.
They don't want to make an ignominy exit like Lennok and Quesluen.
"Crunch~"
At this moment, the closed city gate in the center of the dilapidated city wall slowly opened. With the lesson learned last time, the trolls who were attacking the city no longer dared to poke their heads casually, and carefully looked at the suspension bridge that was gradually being lowered.
Sure enough, there were several heavy artillery pieces placed behind the city gate, and they opened fire on the order of a commander as soon as the door was opened.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Heavy solid bullets smashed into the Drakkari Troll's siege troops, causing little damage, but the arrival of reinforcements completely defeated the Drakkari Troll's ambition to continue attacking.
That's right, the people who control the artillery are not high elves with pointy ears, but a group of humans wearing combat sailor uniforms.
King Daelin Proudmoore of Kul Tiras raised his sword and shouted in a loud voice: "Brothers high elves and furbolgs! It's our turn to fight back!"
"Drive these ungrateful trolls back and attack!"
Zandalari envoy Menzaj, who was hiding behind the battlefield, shrank his neck and could no longer see the commanding envoy from before.
He carefully looked around, and when the governor Zolmaz furiously ordered a retreat, he quietly left the camp and hid in the snowy forest.
No one noticed that Atela, who had been following Valeera to contain Haqua, disappeared at some point.
The striking silver wolf that defeated two Loa in succession was also missing. All that could be seen at the scene was a series of increasingly blurry footprints, and it was unclear where they were leading.
The arrival of reinforcements from Kul Tiras greatly boosted the morale of the coalition forces, but on the other hand, the frost trolls' fighting spirit plummeted.
Zolmaz, who had already wanted to retreat, ordered the entire army to retreat. The Loa did not stop and fled into the snowfield before disappearing without a trace.
"Ha ha……"
Mengzaji gasped for air as he fled in the woods. When he reached the depths of the woods, the cries of killing could no longer be heard around him, leaving only the bare tree trunks with no one around.
"Hey~"
Sitting on the ground, Menzhaji complained with a frown: "I didn't expect that Dakarai was so useless. How should I report the results to Zul..."
"I don't need to worry about this for you. Just be prepared to be tortured first."
"Who?! Uh..."
Before he could turn his head, Menzaghi was pressed against the head by a creature's claws with fleshy pads from behind, and was pressed against a big tree with brute force, causing him to pass out on the spot.
A snow-white leopard appeared behind Menzhaji and ordered somewhere in the deserted woods with human words: "Atla, I will leave this guy to you."
"I don't care what method you use, squeeze everything he knows out of me, and then... I'll do whatever you want with him."
A vague figure kneeling respectfully appeared in the woods.