Chapter 85: Siege of the Slayer

Zalas Kumu was eventually chopped down by Garin's sword. Garin held up his head and shouted in the troll language: "The troll leader has been slain by me. The remaining trolls will not be killed if they surrender!"

The trolls who were still standing looked at their leader whose head had been chopped off, despair showing on their faces. The surrounded troll soldiers lost the final blessing of voodoo and the will to resist, and dropped their weapons one after another.

Only the trolls of Zalaas Deadwood's personal guards had determined looks on their faces and were unwilling to surrender. They launched a dying counterattack, but were quickly besieged and wiped out by the surrounding human infantry.

The battle at the east gate was over, and Zala's head had eyes wide open, full of unwillingness.

His failure was inevitable. The large number of healing totems and fire totems consumed a lot of his mana, and he took drugs when releasing the final voodoo spell. Maybe he still had some trump cards that he hadn't used, but a defeat was a defeat, and there was no excuse for a loser.

"Azeroth native hero spirit detected, do you want to collect it?"

The prompt sound of the Heart of Origin in his mind attracted Garin's attention. He had to take it. Of course he had to take it. It was a one-stop service for killing people and taking souls.

"Charge!"

After giving the order to collect, Garin saw a transparent troll figure floating out from Zala's body, slowly rising into the sky, and then disappearing.

It's a familiar scene. This is how heroes die in games.

There were more important things to do on the battlefield, so there was no time to check the changes in the Heroic Spirits entering the Altar of Kings. Garin left two thousand men to guard the troll captives, and at the same time asked the priests to enter the battlefield to help them treat the wounded and collect the bodies, waiting to use the Paladin's ultimate move to revive them after the battle.

Just as Galen was preparing to go north to support Gandalf, he received the mental fluctuations from Aragorn through the Heart of Origin, and the Withered Beard Canyon was attacked by a large number of trolls!

Ashley!

Is the troll's attack so timely?

Have you ever studied Sun Tzu's Art of War?

I quickly connected to the Heart of Origin and looked at the strategic map. The periphery of the Withered Beard Canyon was densely packed with red dots. I switched to the base perspective and saw that trolls were approaching outside the walls of the Withered Beard Canyon. A rough estimate was that the number was no less than five thousand.

Aragorn had led his soldiers up the city wall and was ready for battle. Fortunately, when Galen planned the Withered Beard Canyon, it was built according to the specifications of a military fortress. Hundreds of arrow towers stood on the city wall. The Withered Beard Canyon was like a hedgehog, leaving the trolls nowhere to bite.

Two brilliant magical fireworks, one red and one blue, exploded in the sky above Helm's Deep.

Amor looked at the bright fireworks in the east and immediately issued an order to assemble, ready to go at any time. He had to wait for Aragon's signal to attack, to prevent being surrounded and attacked.

The fireworks were the signal that had been agreed upon. Helm's Deep and Deadbeard Canyon supported each other, red meant being attacked, blue meant being able to withstand it, and yellow meant requesting support.

After Garin observed through the base's perspective, he withdrew from the base's perspective. Aragorn's auxiliary ability was extremely strong, and he was on the defensive side. With the ten-meter-high wall of the Withered Beard Canyon and the assistance of the arrow tower, the five thousand trolls might not be able to climb the wall.

The most urgent task is to annihilate the resistance forces in Deadwood Village, let Gandalf turn back and teleport in groups to eat the trolls in front of Deadbeard Canyon in one fell swoop.

"Team one, team two, team three, team four, follow me. The rest of you, clean up the houses and escort the troll civilians to the center of town!"

After issuing the order, Garin led four teams of a thousand men into a group and rushed directly through the center of the town towards the north gate.

The houses in Deadwood Village are primitive and simple, most of them are small wooden sheds simply made with wooden stakes. It's a pity for the glory of the empire ten thousand years ago. Except for the night elves who are blessed with eternal life by the red dragon, Azeroth has remained strong.

However, the trolls have been regressing over the past ten thousand years. Except for the Zandalari Kingdom, the Amani Empire of the northern forest trolls and the Gurubashi Empire of the southern jungle trolls have all fallen.

The soul of Terenas once said to the dying Lich King Arthas on the Frozen Throne that royal power is not eternal, and the two troll empires illustrate this point.

If I build a new Stromgarde Empire based on the Heart of Origin, how long can it prosper?

While Garin was daydreaming all the way, the team approached the north gate. The battle here was very stalemate. Gandalf and his men had already broken through the north gate. Five thousand human soldiers poured into Deadwood Village from the collapsed city gates and wooden walls.

Five thousand soldiers and more than three thousand trolls were fighting in a melee, and the trolls were fighting street battles with humans in the houses. At the city gate, a troll with a bundle of spears on his back was being besieged by Omar and Varokal. Judging from his momentum, he should be another ninth-level troll from Deadwood Village, the Slayer Nimar.

It's not quite right to call it a siege, because Nimar was suppressing his two friends Omar and Varokal. Nimar took advantage and wanted to escape, but was held back by the two men, which made Nimar scream in anger.

Gandalf summoned water elementals on the scene, using their tall bodies to attack the trolls from above. At the same time, a more gorgeous and huge blizzard fell on the trolls' heads with one hand, which was much more powerful than the one released by Garin with krypton gold. It directly smashed down a group of trolls, and they couldn't even escape from the range.

"charge!"

Garin saw the situation clearly and directly ordered his troops to attack the trolls from the rear, cooperating with the troops at the north gate to attack the trolls from both sides.

The trolls didn't expect that the chrysanthemums at the rear would be in danger, and they were caught off guard and suffered heavy casualties in a short time.

The slaughterer Nimar in the distance also discovered the human reinforcements coming from the city, and suddenly there were many dead souls.

The west gate was breached as well? Why didn't that useless Zaras hold back the human army? Was he killed?

For a moment, Nimar's mind was full of question marks. He knew that he could not afford to delay, so he went berserk on his own. A red light emerged from his body and he was so powerful that he directly lashed Omar away with his spear, knocking down a wooden house and buried him under the wood.

Varokal's strength was lower than Omar's, and he was unable to hold on alone at the moment. He dodged Nimar's fatal blow, but was then kicked in the stomach by him and flew far away.

Just as Nimar was about to step forward and kill the two human generals who were delaying him, in order to relieve his hatred and at the same time to undermine the morale of the humans, and then kill the Whitebeard Wizard and turn the tide of the battle.

He had made many calculations, but in the end he didn't even need to go look for Gandalf. When Gandalf saw that Omar and Varokal were defeated, he knew that they were the prince's trusted generals and he had to protect them, so he rode straight to Nimar and restricted his movements with an ice ring.

Garin also saw Nimar break the restraint of the duo, and when Gandalf entered the scene, he was ready to help. He casually summoned the water element, ran, stepped on the back of the water element, made a heroic leap, flew over the heads of the two warring parties, and quickly approached Gandalf.

Nimar's feet were frozen. He took out a bottle of potion and drank it directly. His momentum surged a little bit, and he broke Gandalf's immobilization skill directly and violently.

At this moment, Garin arrived at the scene, restrained Nimar, and cooperated with Gandalf to attack Nimar from a distance.

At this moment, Garin's strength is at most the same as Omar's, which is the peak of level eight. It is very difficult for him to deal with the level nine troll warrior. Fortunately, Garin himself has the aura of piety to enhance his defense. At the same time, Gandalf's ice spell has a slowing effect, which makes Nimar's attack a bit weaker.

As one side gained strength while the other lost, Nimar gradually fell into a disadvantage. He was panting and his eyes were red, as if he was at the end of his strength. Seeing this, Garin changed from defense to offense, wanting to take the troll away in one go and hack his flying mount at the same time!

Who would have thought that Nimar was deliberately showing weakness to the enemy. When he saw Garin approaching him, he seized the opportunity and burst out. The spear in his hand was like a poisonous dragon, knocking Garin's sword away, and then went straight to Garin's heart.

Fortunately, Garin was quick-witted and immediately released the Holy Shield. Nimar's spear pierced the invincible shield of the Holy Shield and broke into pieces.

hiss!

What a terrifying force!

Nimar's arms were also numb from the shock. Having never seen the Holy Shield before, he now knew that the man in front of him would be difficult to kill, and he had to find a way to break the deadlock.

"Shh!"

A shrill whistle came out of the killer's mouth.

The Slayer is ready to transition.