The moist soil has long turned into a mixture of reddish brown and dark green. The two kinds of blood cannot solidify, the haze over the forest cannot be dispersed, and the occasional broken branches are hung with body parts that have long been unrecognizable.
There are orcs, trolls, blood trolls, and beasts.
The sounds of fighting, shouting, and roaring that filled this place not long ago disappeared, but made the silence at this time seem extremely ferocious.
Times of Day.
The beast-blood coalition lost the territory it took ten days to conquer, and their positions moved back a long distance.
The trolls fulfilled part of Zul's wish: drain the sweat of the trolls and shine the blood of the orcs.
The reason why I say it is partly because the trolls shed more than just sweat. The actual situation is that the trolls and the orcs bleed together, and the blood moistened the jungle land.
Garad, the chieftain of the Frostwolf clan, was covered in blood, some from his enemies, and some from his own wounds.
Galad is one of the commanders of the orcs on the Western Front. The Frostwolf Clan, the Thundergod Clan, the Skullbreaker Clan and other large tribes led many small orc tribes, plus most of the blood trolls and Gronns, to participate in the orcs' Western Front.
Battle on the line battlefield.
In the past month, although the enemy is very tenacious, the coalition forces have been winning steadily, and the battlefield has been moving towards the enemy's home base.
The enemy's city wall could even be seen, and Chief Galad and several other team leaders were preparing to send out all the Gronn to destroy the enemy's city wall in one go.
These natives in the eyes of the orcs actually left the city walls that protected them and came to the wilderness to prepare for a field battle with the beast-blood coalition.
The orcs were naturally overjoyed. The battles over the past month proved that the natives were very strong and tenacious. However, in the field battle, their numbers were not as good as our own, and they were no match for the beast-blood coalition!
Therefore, while Zul was dancing, the orc coalition forces on the Western Front also summoned all their forces to fight against the trolls in the jungle.
An unprecedented bloody battle took place.
From the moment the sun rose in the morning to the time when the sun was setting, the battle was not over yet.
The trolls suffered heavy casualties, four out of ten died.
The beast-blood coalition was not much better. One-third of the nearly 600,000-strong army had been lost!
The trolls seemed to have turned into wild beasts. They looked bloodthirsty and fearless of death. Their heads were cut off and their mouths were still biting the orcs.
To kill one such troll soldier, the orcs and blood trolls must sacrifice at least three warriors.
Galad touched his shoulder. There used to be a leather shoulder, but now there was a big damaged hole. In the hole was his shoulder that still had dark green blood.
A troll officer whose chest was smashed to pieces by Galad.
But before the troll died, he rushed over and bit his leather shoulder, and he refused to let go. His fangs penetrated Galad's armor and pierced his shoulder.
The troll was already dead, but no matter how hard Galad pulled it, he couldn't pull it off. Even though it was dead, the troll still kept its bite on Galad.
In the end, he had no choice but to smash the troll's head with his hammer, and then took off the battered troll's head.
"A formidable opponent."
"The orcs who had not drank the gift of the Legion were no match for these natives."
"But now the victory belongs to the orcs!"
I thought of my family who had just arrived in the Nazmir Swamp, I thought of the little guys like Durotan, Jarnar, and Fenris Wolfvein, and I thought of Gaiaan who was taking care of them.
Chief Frostwolf gripped his war hammer.
No matter what, we have all come to this world, and as fathers and husbands, we have the obligation to use our warhammers to fight for their future.
"Go report Ner'zhul! Nothing happens on the western front. Although the enemy is brave, it will not help."
Galad turned to the succubus Anissa behind him and said that it was sent here by Ner'zhul to understand the situation of the war.
"What I saw is a little different from what you said. The orcs' positions are already retreating," the succubus said playfully.
"As long as there is the last orc here, Ner'zhul doesn't need to worry about the enemies here!"
"Go tell him."
"We must win or die!"
Galad said to the succubus in a low voice, turned around, picked up the war hammer, and walked into the dark jungle.
He doesn't like demons.
Even though the blood contaminated by demons remains in his body, it is stronger.
Instead of wasting time with this demon here, Galad thought it would be better to go to the battlefield and kill a few more natives, or be killed by them.
Looking at the tall back of the departing chief, Anissa shrugged sexily and said to herself: "Once the legion can come in person, you cannon fodder are not even qualified to be cannon fodder!"
The tragic battlefield on the Western Front has not calmed down with the passage of time.
The light gradually decreased and the sounds of fighting and roaring still echoed in the jungle, which began to become dark.
Orcs and trolls are still bleeding.
Behind, Zuldazar's city gate facing this side opened again.
Many trolls who looked like they were not soldiers at first sight but had fierce expressions came out and joined the troll army in the bloody battle.
Once into the jungle.
The cruel and fearless blood of the original ancestors seemed to be activated in the trolls.
The jungle, which had been sunny all day, began to rain after dusk. The Zandalari trolls, which had been civilized for more than 10,000 years, regained the ferocity of their ancestors' beasts.
Just like the desert king said to the prophet.
Trolls live forever!
When Zuldazar began to use reserves to let healthy and strong troll civilians go to the battlefield to die.
Dazar'alor North.
The expeditionary force also arrived at the target location.
At this moment, all the forces of the expeditionary force began to gather towards the north, preparing to face the coming war and the attack of the orcs.
Akama stood on a high ground in the jungle, watching the Kaldorei Sentinel General advance with the elven flag, when the Troll King also happened to come out of the hills.
The sun was fading away, and the expeditionary force moved quickly in the last ray of sunlight cast through the gaps in the leaves, casting long shadows forward.
Darkness has swallowed up the jungle at the foot of the mountain, and the Troll King asked his army to slow down at dusk.
The path skirted an exposed rock and plunged into the murmuring woods.
The members of the expeditionary force remained silent, tacitly lining up in many different formations and moving forward in long lines.
Finally, they finally came to the end of the canyon, where night had fallen. The sun disappeared, and the last sunset shone on the shocking forest scars in the distance.
It was still more than an hour away from the outskirts of the orc camp below, but it was still not flat land.
The orc camp stretches for countless kilometers and is vast and vast. The broken river, the largest river in Zandalar Island, joins many tributaries here. It makes a huge sound on the rocky river bed and flows all the way to the endless sea, connecting Nazmir and
Dazar'alor is split into two worlds.
This side is the bright and humid Dazar'alor, and the other side is the dark and misty Nazmir.
The orcs arranged their camp in this area where light and darkness meet. It seems that they can advance, attack, retreat and defend.
Accompanied by Shandis, Akama and High Priest Lezan, Tonatiu looked down at the orc base camp in the distance.
"When Elune rises."
"That's when the Kaldorei attack."
Shandris said to the God King.
"It should also be the time for us to attack the enemy."
"This is natural." Tonatiu said. "Don't light a fire, let the soldiers have a full meal at last."
