Ranger King of Azeroth

  Chapter 688 Zandalar? roll!

  The battle in the square had long since ended. After Akali, the spirit of the rhinoceros, was released from imprisonment by Charlemagne, he immediately launched a charge against the stubborn troll with red eyes.

  His sharp horns pierced through many troll warriors in heavy armor, and his powerful four hooves trampled to death no less than a hundred trolls.

   Jaina couldn't bear to look at the Drakkari civilians who were massacred by the Loa and the beasts, and asked Charlemagne with some hesitation, "Is it necessary to do this? Is this considered a genocide?"

  Charlemagne shrugged his shoulders, "I didn't do this, why don't you talk to these loa and let them give up?"

Jaina is good at everything. She has a gentle personality and is friendly to others. Her strong affinity has allowed her to control the entire Theramore in a short period of time. Kul Tiras has long called for her to return to the country as soon as possible to inherit the crown prince. position.

  At the same time, her personal strength also has huge potential. Under Aegwynn's careful teaching, she may even be a demigod in the future, but...

  ‘Sure enough, no one is perfect, this kind of beloved Virgin Mary White Lotus has a paranoid idea of ​​peace... No wonder Dai Lin has a headache because of his daughter. '

Although Jaina couldn't bear what happened to these civilians, she knew very well that she couldn't persuade the Loa to stop killing. After all... these trolls attacked the gods they believed in first, and they would end up like this It's your own fault.

As for Gudak, a city built underground, Charlemagne was not in the mood to drill into the troll's dog hole. He stood at the entrance of Gudak and used the ultimate magic of the ice system taught by Malygos—Endless cold winter.

The perpetually frozen ice wall that is close to absolute zero has completely blocked the entire gate of Gudak. As the regent of Quel'Thalas, he even has certain rights to use the royal family's secret treasures. The treasures inside Gudak are important to him. Meaningless.

The so-called treasures of these trolls are not good things. They are nothing more than voodoo, sorcery, and magic spirits. go.

   This gate on Gudak Square is the only entrance to the underground city... At least that's what Charlemagne knows.

   If there are other dog hole entrances, I believe that group of all-pervasive adventurers will help him find them.

  The goal of these adventurers is the treasure deep in Gudak, as for the trolls inside? It's fine if you don't kill them, everyone who blocks our way of making money will die.

  The remaining Drakkari trolls in the periphery will be cleaned up by the family led by Loa. Charlemagne does not intend to continue to intervene in this completely fallen troll empire, anyway, they are dead.

"Um?"

   Just as he was about to open the portal and return to Wyrmrest Temple, Charlemagne suddenly felt a hostile gaze, and his sharp eyes immediately began to scan around.

   Sure enough, two seconds later, he found a troll squinting at him about five kilometers west of Gudak Square.

   "That outfit... Oh, so that's it. Is it the Zandalari who 'redeemed' trolls all over the world?"

Charlemagne looked at the troll on the opposite side and sneered. The undisguised hostility of the other party made him very unhappy. He reached out and cut the throat of the troll on his neck. As expected, he felt the hostility on the other side instantly changed to Killing intent.

  Tyrande's eyes were not as sharp as Charlemagne's. She walked up to Charlemagne who had a cold face and asked, "What are you looking at?"

There was a sneer at the corner of Charlemagne's mouth, pointing at the Zandalari troll dressed as a witch doctor on the opposite side, he said, "Over there, there is a Zandalari troll who wants to kill me, do you think I should put him stay?"

   "Zandalari..."

  Tyrande's face suddenly became serious. She has a lot of experience and has naturally heard of this troll's most prestigious and powerful tribe.

   "How did the Zandalari appear here?"

   "Who knows, maybe they want to plunder the loa and population of other troll clans under the banner of redemption. This is not uncommon among trolls."

"Besides, the Zandalari have had the ambition to rebuild the troll empire since ancient times. For this reason, they did not hesitate to stir up troubles on the mainland and created a lot of **** storms. Thousands of years ago, the battle between Quel'Thalas and the Amani Empire They are behind the scenes of the war."

Charlemagne pulled out Thoridar from behind, and pointed at the Zandalari troll who was still staring at him with full bowstring, and said coldly, "One day I will completely kill this group of **** who like to make trouble. Before... let's say hello to them!"

   "Whoosh!"

   "Ahhh!"

  The arrow shot by Charlemagne was so fast under the acceleration of the vector, the Zandalari witch doctor on the opposite side was shot in the right chest before he had time to react... It was Charlemagne's intention.

Although the arrow did not kill him because of the troll's strong vitality and self-healing ability, the powerful arcane energy continued to destroy the Zandalari troll's body, and it was painful to see him coughing up blood in pain. I know it's not good.

   "Hehe! Good luck, I hope you can return to the broken island of Zandalar and help me convey this 'greeting'."

Maybe it's because of the hatred factor in his blood, or maybe he's just unhappy with these troublesome trolls. Charlemagne has always had a zero-tolerance attitude towards most trolls. When he finds time in the future, he really plans to fight against Zandalar The proud empire was completely destroyed.

Seeing the figure of the other party stumbling and fleeing, Charlemagne didn't think about chasing and killing, but looked meaningfully at the snow-capped mountain dotted with bright red dots, turned around and greeted Jaina and others, and then took Tyrande together Teleported to Wyrmrest Temple.

  After arriving at Wyrmrest Temple, Tyrande first approached the Cenarion Council staying here to learn about Malfurion's situation.

   At any rate, they have been colleagues for tens of thousands of years, and Malfurion's existence is very important to the night elves. Tyrande really doesn't want him to fall into darkness like this.

  From the mouths of the excited druids, she got a relieved answer.

After Yogg-Saron was killed, most of the shadow of nightmare that shrouded Malfurion's heart dissipated, and what was left was nothing but the dark whispers infiltrated by N'Zoth's troubled waters, which was easily captured by Senna who was worried about his beloved disciple Reus removed.

  Although he returned to normal, Malfurion seemed to feel ashamed and guilty about being controlled by the ancient god.

He is going to temporarily hand over the affairs of the family and the Cenarion Council to Fandral, and he will re-train with his teacher Cenarius to sharpen his state of mind... He can also take this opportunity to repair the wounds in his heart, he does not want to do it again Once used by the Old Gods.

   As for Charlemagne, he heard a strange news from Malygos that stunned him.

   "You said Garrosh, that idiot, is planning to gather troops to launch a retaliatory attack on Coldarra?"

   Thanks to the book friend "Liu Shuo 2015" for his support.