There are a total of about 60,000 troll coalition forces, plus an unknown number of beast legions.
They faced an approximately 150,000-strong beast-blood coalition force, plus a miscellaneous cannon fodder army numbering between 40,000 and 50,000.
After a brief confrontation.
The collision of blood and iron, flesh and body, unfolds unstoppably in the jungle.
Without the help of the Beast Legion, the Beast-blood Alliance would have an absolute numerical suppression of the Troll Legion in terms of strength.
The complex terrain of the jungle, the high and low canyons, hillsides, forest streams, and forest glades turned the battle of more than 200,000 people into a chaos.
There are small battlefields with hundreds to one or two thousand people everywhere, and dozens or hundreds of these flesh and blood mills, constantly harvesting life in the jungle.
In these flesh and blood mills, Tonatiu kept breaking in like a "mill destroyer", and the crazy troll king had red eyes as well as the ravaging dragon under his crotch.
All I know is kill, kill, kill.
As long as it's not trolls, kaldorei, draenei and beasts.
Everything that can move in front of you will be greeted by the ruthless edges of those who conquer it.
He was killing like this.
In the end, he was besieged by the elites of the Blood Cave Clan, and many soldiers of the Blood Cave Clan rushed toward him.
What greets these elite members of the Blood Cave Clan is the fair judgment of those who have broken through the kingdoms, cutting them in half with one sword or two with one sword.
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In the jungle.
Hisari transformed into a vigorous cheetah, nimbly dodged several attacks from the enemy, and her claws turned into sharp points and struck an ogre in the face.
Ogres are a race with very serious racial differentiation. The two-headed ogres are smart and extremely talented in arcane arts. The one-headed ogres are only slightly more intelligent than beasts.
However, the two have one thing in common, that is, they both have extremely strong physical endurance and strength, but their agility is really not that good.
The ogre attacked by Hisari tried to avoid the cheetah's claws, but he couldn't escape no matter what, and his face was scratched to a mess.
It screamed and howled, and attacked Hisari in a helpless and furious manner, which had already been dodged.
"Ho~"
At this time, a huge black bear jumped up from behind the ogre, beating it with its paws until it could not stand upright. It swallowed its head with a terrifying mouth and twisted it.
The ogre died.
The huge black bear realized that it was not breathing, and then dropped its body. The cheetah transformed by Hisari walked to the black bear.
"We should go back. Astalia, you promised me. We have already tried a bloody battle, we really should go back." From the cheetah's open throat, Hisari's clear and anxious voice came out
sound.
The huge black bear opened its mouth, and blood was still dripping from its huge mouth. The sound that emerged from its throat was a soft and clear voice:
"How can such an attack be considered a real bloody battle? A true Kaldorei warrior must face blood and death! Sister Hisari, we are not enough!"
"But this is a battlefield. It's too dangerous!" Hisari couldn't help shouting.
"My grandfather said that a Kaldorei warrior will not be afraid of danger! I am a Kaldorei, and so are you." Astalia's soft voice came from the mouth of the huge black bear.
"There is real danger. You can hide behind me! I am a guardian druid who specializes in the power of guardianship. It is my duty to protect nature and allies!"
"You are a raptor druid. Wild form is not your specialty. You can transform into claw form."
Hisari was very helpless.
"I can't change forms flexibly yet. Let's do this for now, Astalia, let's go fight the enemy head-on. I hope that after this battle, you can go back to the rear with me!"
"Well... I will consider your idea. Look, there are enemies there! The Zandalari trolls are in danger and need our help!"
"...Hey. Let's go there."
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Deep in the jungle.
The chief of the Blood Cave Clan shook away the blood on his hand, which was the blood that had splashed on his hand when he crushed the head of a jungle crawler just now.
"Vulnerable."
Kilrogg said.
"Peng!"
He kicked a tall Zandalari troll warrior away, and the Blood Cave Clan warrior beside him stepped forward and chopped him into pieces.
"These natives have very good resilience. Cutting off their heads is the safest option," the clan chief specifically explained.
"...Chief"
The leader of several orc warlocks from the Blood Cave Clan who had been following him whispered next to him:
"We are almost in the middle of the jungle, almost inside the siege. We are too close to the enemy here, maybe we should..."
"Shut up." The chief of the Blood Cave Clan interrupted him angrily: "Do you think I can't fight? Get away!"
"Chief, you..."
"If you dare to speak again, the fate of that reptile just now will be your fate!"
The warlock shut up.
Warlock was once the great shaman of the Blood Cave Clan, and one of Kilrogg's most trusted cronies in the clan.
Later, under the pressure of Ner'zhul and the incompetence of the elements, more than 90% of shamans chose to embrace fel power and became orc warlocks.
The great shaman of the Blood Cave Clan also became the leader of the orc warlocks of the Blood Cave Clan. From then on, the relationship between the warlocks and the chiefs was not so good.
Because as a warlock, the warlock leader of the Blood Cave Clan directly obeys the leader Ner'zhul and no longer obeys Kilrogg's orders in name.
Every former orc chief would have one or several orc warlocks as advisors. These warlocks can indeed provide guidance to the chiefs in the mysterious field, both in the past and now.
They also have another use, which both they and the chiefs clearly understand.
That is the warlocks around these chiefs. They are also the great leader Ner'zhul, the supervisors and line of sight placed beside the chiefs.
For example, the warlock around Kilrogg made the chief of the Blood Hollow Clan very dissatisfied. In the past, he was an outstanding young man who was as equal as the young Ner'zhul in the orc world.
Now he had to obey Ner'zhul's control, and even had to worry about the attitudes of these orc warlocks.
Kilrogg Deadeye, who was used to running rampant in the Tanarion Jungle, found it difficult to accept this.
Fortunately, he is powerful enough, and fortunately, the former great shaman and now the warlock consultant also respect and fear him enough.
Kilrogg has stayed by Ner'zhul's side since he passed through that door. This was his first time on the battlefield, and he tasted the taste of blood again after a long absence.
The demonic blood in the Blood Cave Clan chief's body became restless, and he longed to taste more blood. The dissuasion from the warlock consultant at this time would naturally only make him unhappy.
"The beasts here are very strange. They are obviously helping these natives."
Kilrogg said quietly.
"Then kill them all. Kill them until these beasts are afraid!"
He just finished speaking.
A black bear and cheetah emerged from behind a big tree.
