After resuming negotiations, the high elves no longer took the initiative to attack Amani's position, but still maintained a deterrent attitude.
After there were no casualties to rescue in the non-war zone, the sand troll rescue team also turned into a hunting team. The large number of magic sabers that inhabited the Eversong Forest became the best hunting targets.
The fat Saber is most suitable for cooking barbecue. The fat oozing out of the meat falls on the fire, and the sizzling sound is accompanied by the aroma. The trolls in the Amani camp smell this smell and want to swallow their saliva.
Swallow your tongue.
"Amani, come out and get today's meal."
Lord Lal walked in front with three unsteady steps, followed by two people pulling a cart.
Now that the Amani trolls are used to it, they sent a few people to move things down from the carts with dull expressions. Humanitarian aid in non-war zones is the same as usual, each person has a quarter of a fist-sized piece of dry food, and one piece is as big as a finger.
It was quite a piece of meat, just enough to keep them from retching due to hunger.
While moving things down, they watched Lal tearing apart the leopard's legs with big mouthfuls, and the Amani swallowed hard.
Lal couldn't understand his hatred by eating it himself, so he also fed the pterosaur squatting on his shoulder. He took a bite from the pterosaur, and the pterosaur took a bite from him. After a while, the pterosaur had eaten an Amani's food for three days!
Seeing that the people moving things looked at him with eyes wide open, Lal shook the leopard leg in his hand.
"Want to eat? Come with me over there. You can eat the barbecue as you like."
A few people hesitated. Faced with this huge difference, they were really shaken.
But before these people could nod, a short ax flew from behind the position and chopped off Lal's head. Lal casually pulled out the golden knife from his waist and knocked the ax away with a clang.
"Lal! You despicable guy! How dare you use such dirty methods! The Amani warriors will not give in!"
Zul'jin held an ax in one hand and cursed bitterly. He looked skinny in comparison now, but his eyes were still extraordinarily bright.
Lal said indifferently, and before the other party fired an arrow at him, he turned around and walked back with the two people pulling the cart, but left a contemptuous word before leaving.
"A truly unyielding warrior will not jump around and curse at others while eating their food."
"..."
Zul'jin's arms had veins popping out, and the wings on both sides of his long nose were opening and shrinking. His eyes were fixed on Lal's back. If his eyes could set off fire, Lal would probably be a puddle of ashes now.
"Overseer, please have something to eat."
The loyal soldier brought over the newly obtained food, and Zul'jin pushed it out as usual.
"You go ahead and eat. I told you not to eat their food."
Zul'jin has indeed not had a bite of food since the Amani started to run out of food. He is worthy of being an Amani warrior and is still holding on to his last bit of dignity.
But this process will only make him more painful, not because of the pain of hunger, but because he knows very well that the dignity he insists on is worthless.
He could bear not to eat, but he could not stop the soldiers from using each other's food to survive hunger. Because he knew very well that if not, the soldiers would kill each other for food.
Zul'jin vowed to defend the Amani cannibalism tradition to the death, but he could not watch the Amani kill each other. Such an Amani would not be the glorious Amani it once was. But if this continues, where would the future of the Amani be?
"Overseer, what do you think that is?!"
Just as Zul'jin fell into chaos, Malacath beside him shouted loudly.
Zuljin looked up and saw five or six dragon eagles flying over the camp!
"They're going to attack from the air!"
Zuljin gave a horrified warning, but then he discovered that the imaginary attack did not happen, but a pile of parchment.
The leather paper passed by his eyes like fallen leaves. Zuljin grabbed it in his hand and saw that it was full of words, and they were written by trolls!
Some illiterate trolls stuffed these pieces of paper into their mouths like food, but there were always literate trolls who read what was written on them.
To put it simply, as long as Amani surrenders and hands over Zul'jin, everyone except Zul'jin can be forgiven. The high elves will also give up attacking Zul'Aman and reserve a large amount of land for Amani.
Zuljin was stunned after reading what was written above. The conditions written above were only more stringent than during the first negotiation. Could it be that he really blamed Zandalari wrongly?
At this moment, Zuljin suddenly found that all the soldiers were looking at him, and the battlefield fell into silence. Zuljin was hesitant to trade his own death for Amani's life.
"We must not hand over the Overseer!"
Suddenly, a soldier tore the paper in his hand into pieces and threw it on the ground. His behavior aroused everyone's response. The Amani trolls tore up the paper one after another and shouted that they would never betray the warlord.
Determined, he even threw all the uneaten food out of the position.
"I just said it's useless. They're all a bunch of stubborn guys."
Sylvanas, who came all the way to the front, said in a cold voice, and at the same time looked at Li De who was standing aside. This guy claimed to be Lothar's spokesperson, but Sylvanas noticed that,
The power held by this human race is much more than just being a spokesperson.
Lal stood silent on the tower. Such a bloody Amani was what he really wanted to see! Who is willing to help outsiders bully his own people? He just didn't want to see Amani go down the wrong path.
.Now he only hopes that Zuljin can take responsibility and become a true Amani warrior.
Zul'jin sat there blankly at this moment, and he suddenly realized, where is the glory of Amani that he has been searching for? Isn't it these warriors who still have an unyielding will in their bones?
No longer hesitant and hesitant, Zul'jin decided to take a gamble and bet on Zandalari's sincerity.
"warlord!?"
Zuljin stood up suddenly, and all the soldiers shouted in panic. Zuljin persuaded everyone with a calm expression.
"You don't need to say it, this is the best way to deal with it. I am not surrendering to the elves, never will! I am just using the troll's way to solve the problem!"
Then Zuljin completely ignored everyone's obstruction and walked out of the position without any explanation, shouting in the direction of the camp.
"Ral! Come on! When the ancient trolls rose in the Zandalari Mountains, whenever there was a conflict between tribes, they would compete in the arena through hunting!
Now there are no elves anymore, only Amani and Zandalari have to compete! Let’s use hunting, I am your prey, and you are mine!”
Zul'jin took the initiative to invite a duel, and Lal suddenly became excited. He jumped down from the tower and strode towards Zul'jin.
Behind Sylvanas, another lieutenant besides Lor'themar Theron said disdainfully.
"What are you doing? The Zuljin people have come out. Let's execute him together. Isn't it over?"
Sylvanas didn't speak, she just glanced coldly to express her attitude.
"Are you stupid? Andirlin, this is the most legitimate solution. We just have to watch."
Lor'themar said in a "hopeless" tone that the arrogant Quel'dorei would respect the way he chose to die, no matter how much he hated his enemies.
"Come on, let me see where Zandalar is so strong? Start your show!"
Zul'jin said with a grin, tore off the long hem of his purple scarf, wrapped the spear tightly in his left hand, and swung the short ax out of the wind with his right hand.
"As you wish, Amani Warrior."
Lal also had a spear in one hand and a golden sword in the other. With a silent command, the two troll heroes collided.
Everyone could see that Zuljin was completely desperate for his life. He had been hungry for many days before, so he dragged his skinny body to a duel with Lal. He had no other intention except to die.
However, even if he died, Zul'jin showed no mercy and fought with all his strength against Ral.
After all, to live up to the name of the Amani Warlord, Zuljin was able to draw on the power of the four Loa!
The four Loa are: the bear god Narolak, the eagle god Ekilsund, the lynx god Haraz and the dragon eagle god Gayalai.
Few loa are willing to accept believers who believe in other loa at the same time. Zul'jin's abilities are simply unheard of. He can even possess the strength of a bear, the agility of an eagle, the agility of a lynx, and the magic of a dragonhawk at the same time.
The only possibility for being able to draw on the power of four Loa at the same time is that it was not the Loa who accepted Zul'jin's faith, but Zul'jin gained the respect of the four Loa. To put it more bluntly, Zul'jin
He tamed four Loa!
With the power of Loa infusing his body, Zul'jin is no longer as skinny as before. His body is full of muscles and he is much taller.
The agile lynx has the power of a bear, and every blow of Zul'jin is fatal, not to mention the tornado of the Eagle God and the pillar of fire of the Dragon Eagle God accompanying Zul'jin!
Various powers and spells were raging back and forth between the two sides. Sylvanas, who was watching the battle, subconsciously held her longbow tightly, as if thinking about how to deal with such an enemy.
The hot dust was flying on the battlefield. The spears on Zuljin's left and right had lost their spearheads, but the ax blade in his right hand was covered with blood.
"How's it going? Have you felt Amani's power?"
Zuljin said provocatively, but when the smoke dissipated, the sight in front of him filled Zuljin's eyes with astonishment.
Lal, who had thrown away his spear, wiped the blood on his chest with his hand, and at the same time glanced at his gold shoulder armor with pity. This armor saved his life, and the scratches on the armor were exactly on
What was left when the spear head was broken off.
Of course, this is not the reason for Zuljin's consternation. The real reason is that a huge pterosaur shadow appeared out of thin air behind Lal! At this time, it was staring at Zuljin with sharp eyes.
"This is the Loa I serve, Paku, the Lord of the Sky. I underestimated my enemy just now, let's do it again this time!"
The huge pterodactyl shadow protected Lal in the middle. Every time the leather wings flapped, Lal's speed doubled. In the end, Lal was as fast as a bolt of lightning. Even Zul, who had the power of the Lynx God,
Jin couldn't catch up! Under the protection of Pa'ku's shadow, Ral ran rampant, forcing Zul'jin to retreat step by step!
Zul'jin finally went all out, and the tornado and the pillar of fire merged into one, becoming a huge fire whirlwind that circled and strangled. At the same time, Paku's shadow doubled in size. The leather wings flapped back and forth, drawing the fire whirlwind.
Swing left and right.
"Did you see it? This is the true strength of the Witch Lord, gorgeous and powerful."
Talanji, who arrived at the front line at some unknown time, quietly appeared next to Li De and said in admiration.
After just a few confrontations, Zul'jin was almost pushed back to the Amani position. The Amani who were watching the battle subconsciously wanted to help Zul'jin.
"Don't move, this is a battle between the two of us! Loa! Give me more power!"
As Zul'jin shouted, an astonishing scene happened. Four phantoms of Loa appeared behind him. Being able to summon the projection of Loa was something that only Zandalari could do. Of course,
Now we may have to add sand trolls, but Zul'jin actually did this!
It's a pity that there is a gap between Loa and Loa after all. Loa's power is stronger than the absolute trust. Pakku is a high-ranking Loa in Zandalari, so how can he be compared to these four forest Loa?
Paku's projection suddenly broke away from Lal's body, soared into the air and swooped away with huge power. The much smaller projections of the four Loa were dispersed in just an instant!
Paku's projection did not stop, but continued to rush towards Zuljin! The Lord of the Sky turned into countless Daoli arrows, which instantly penetrated Zuljin's body!
The last scene people saw was Zul'jin being pushed to the edge of the Amani camp, with his body covered in holes and blood splattered all over the sky.
Then Paku's impact raised up thick smoke and dust. After the smoke and dust dissipated, Lal, with a huge wound on his chest, walked towards the non-war zone camp with difficulty, holding a head in his hand!
"Zuljin's body completely collapsed, leaving only this head."