Following the sound, Tonatiu, who was watching, looked toward the source of the sound like the other Zandalari trolls.
A tall and muscular troll, covered in smoke, squeezed through the crowd of trolls and walked towards this side.
It was an extremely tall, extremely strong, deformed troll with muscles all over its body, an extremely strong giant troll.
It was he who just led the troll army, royal guards, and some trolls to surround and suppress six unlucky hellfires.
Such a short amount of time.
As the Zandalari trolls fight to restore their reputation and face, six powerful hellfires have been extinguished by the trolls.
The smoke on this giant troll's body is probably the trace of being burned by the evil flames in the fight with the hellfire just now.
A fierce battle did not cause any damage to this giant troll, but the smoking scars made other trolls feel his bravery.
He squeezed over and came to Rastakhan, his voice a little loud:
"Your Majesty! Vokar is willing to go in and save Her Royal Highness the Princess! Vokar is the bravest warrior of Zandalari!"
Prophet Zul hesitated to speak. He glanced at a troll among the people eating melon seeds and finally said nothing.
"Okay!" Rastakhan was overjoyed.
Strong vitality, bravery, and strong will can resist the corrupting power of the Blood God.
Isn’t that what Wokar is like?
Look at his physique, more than ten meters tall and covered in muscles, even if he was burned like this by evil energy flames, he would be fine.
Isn’t this vitality powerful?
brave?
There is no giant troll who is not brave. There is no brave troll who has no courage to accept the secret technique and become a giant troll!
Strong willpower...
This is hard to say.
But Rastakhan felt that Wokar dared to stand up and let his Talanji go in. This should be considered strong willpower.
"Vokar! As long as you can rescue Talanji, I will add new council positions for the giant trolls in Zanthul! Other Loa priests only have one position, but the giant trolls can have more than two!"
Staha promised.
"Your Majesty! Watch it!" Vokar shouted happily, pushing aside other trolls and leaning towards the bloody mist.
When squeezing away the sacrifice of Spider Loa Shadra, the female priest hesitated for a moment, as if she wanted to say something to Wokar.
But seeing how excited Rastakhan and Wokar were, she finally chose to shut up.
Standing on the edge of the blood-colored mist, the giant troll Vokar let out a low roar, and then fearlessly dove in.
Immediately, the sound of "呲呲" continued to sound, and Wokar's skin was immediately scarred by the attack of the mist.
His powerful vitality stimulated by the secret method immediately repaired the wounds caused by the attack.
The vitality inspired by the giant troll's lifespan and brain was indeed powerful, and the wounds caused by the mist healed quickly.
Although the healed wound was immediately invaded and a new wound was formed, the powerful vitality would keep up with the healing again, leaving Wokar in a situation where the wound was good and bad again, and bad and good again.
But he was able to carry this invasion and injury, endure the astonishing pain, and move forward step by step towards Talanji, who was protected by the power of Lezan.
"good!"
Seeing this, Rastakhan roared excitedly.
"Champions of Zandalari! March forward!"
"Roar~"
When Wokar heard His Majesty's encouragement for him, he roared low and got down on all fours like a wild animal, trying to run over.
At this time.
The sharp female voice that had disappeared for a long time sounded: "Zandalari trolls! Let me show you the power of Nazmir!"
"Blood troll!" Rastakhan growled.
However, after the voice fell, an astonishing scene appeared in the bloody mist.
The dirty blood and pieces of flesh all over the ground twisted and struggled, turning into a hideous and ugly monster in front of Wokar that made the troll want to vomit at just one glance.
Wokar ran into it without hesitation and fought with the monster. The monster was almost destroyed in an instant, and was turned into tattered pieces by Wokar's hammer several times.
After killing the monster, Vokar roared triumphantly: "Vokar is invincible!"
Zul, who had been silent all this time, shouted: "Champion of Zandalari! Volkar will come out immediately!"
"Zul?" Rastakhan was puzzled.
"I saw that Vokar is in danger. He'd better come out immediately." Zul said calmly.
Rastakhan knew that this should be what Zul saw again, a prophecy.
But Vokar was already close enough to Talanji's cover to save her.
Moreover, Vokar didn't care inside, and even shouted to Zul: "Prophet! Vokar is the most powerful warrior! He will not be afraid of the magic of the corpse dealers!"
When the giant troll's voice fell, the blood and flesh surrounding him actually coalesced together again in the twisting and struggling process, and turned into that kind of monster again.
But this time it was not one, but several, surrounding Wokar and attacking him.
"Vokar wants you to die!" The giant troll angrily rushed over and started beating them.
Amidst the sound of blood and water breaking, Zul often sighed: "Hey..."
This time, even Rastakhan saw that something was wrong, because Wokar inside had indeed torn those flesh and blood monsters into pieces, but his own skin had long been corroded to the point where there was no intact spot, and bright red blood continued to flow.
It dripped and melted into the dirty blood and pieces of flesh all over the floor.
"Vokar, come out!" Yazma, the priestess of the Spider Loa Shadra, the dark-faced female priestess, shouted loudly.
"No, Wokar is invincible!" Wokar ignored her and continued to rush forward, continuing to fight the newly formed flesh and blood monsters.
"Wokar!" Rastakhan also yelled, trying to make the giant troll come out, but it was too late.
The giant troll in the blood-colored mist has long lost its troll form. Covered in dirty blood and pieces of flesh, he now looks no different from those monsters.
"Vokar, he is invincible..." The giant troll roared for the last time in the mist, and then he fell into the dirty blood and never got up again.
In just ten seconds, Wokar's mountain-like body turned into pus and blood clots, blending into the original dirty blood.
The trolls outside were speechless, and the scene was so quiet that one could hear their breathing, and the sound of dirty blood flowing inside could be heard.
For a time, hundreds of trolls surrounded the bloody mist, but there was nothing they could do.
Suddenly, Rastakhan turned to look at his friend and closest subordinate: "Did you see it?"
"I see..." Zul sighed longly.
"Why didn't you stop it?" Rastakhan asked suppressing his anger.
Zul smiled bitterly again. He smiled bitterly more times today than he had in the past 50 years.
"Do you think it was useful for me to stop you just now? Your Majesty, you have never listened to me when it comes to Princess Talanji and Her Highness Tana." Zul said softly.
"Zul..."
Rastakhan became confused.
"Your Majesty, there are trolls who can save the princess," Zul said.
"Me? I should be able to withstand these corruptions! I am the God King of Zandalar, and I don't want to take risks. But for Talanji, I am willing to take risks!" Rastakhan gritted his teeth.
"Your Majesty, of course you can..." Zul said euphemistically, "but you don't need to take risks. He..."
The Dark Prophet raised his hand and pointed at a blue-skinned desert troll eating melon among the trolls.
