The sound of Zujin hitting the Arcane Guard was so loud that the entire earth seemed to make a painful sound at that moment, but this was the last sound of fighting on the battlefield.

Except for a very small number of trolls who have been strengthened by the Storm Altar, who used the power of wind to fly over the huge mark of the earth, 99% of the trolls were left behind.

In the huge gap, there were trolls' pains coming out. It can be imagined that there will not be too many trolls living, nor too few. The extremely vigorous vitality of trolls is destined to be perfectly healed as long as their heads and hearts are not destroyed.

This is not important. The trolls in the cracks have nowhere to escape. What they have to wait for them after they climb up is the sanction of death.

Duke used the [Slow Falling Technique] to float down from the city, landed accurately in front of Kelthas, and extended his hand to the prince of the elf.

"Congratulations, His Highness Kelthus. This is a perfect counterattack! It seems that I can make my people run hundreds of kilometers less." Duke said loudly, his voice so loud that hundreds of people around him could hear it clearly.

If the elves killed hundreds of casualties before going to war with the tribe, such a gorgeous record of 50,000 trolls, the high elves will definitely show what "higher" is in front of Duke.

That kind of arrogant temper that is superior can't be suppressed at all.

Now all the guys who are a little brain know that this is purely Duke hangs the last fig leaf for the glory of the high elves. A day ago, the high elves who were beaten into dogs were huddled in their main city, and even the last magical defense array was cracked by the tribe. If a thin girl helplessly waited for the final ravage of her enemy in the corner.

Duke made a brilliant debut.

The great power of retreating from the banner of thousands of troops told the high elves about the changes in the outside world and also told him how amazing Duke's ferocity was.

If Duke hadn't scared away the main force of the tribe with orcs as the core, could the elves beat the trolls to take revenge?

If the elves who were not rescued as soon as possible, how could the elves who were scattered around the Yongge Forest temporarily hide from the troll's brutal extinction?

What's more, after losing a 70,000 army, the elf's back could no longer stand up.

Kelthas was also very straightforward and bowed to Duke on the spot: "No, no, no, this is entirely thanks to Duke's full support, so that we can cross the door of hell and return to this world."

Duke knows how to be a human being, and Kelthas is even more good at being a human being. For a moment, the guest and the host will have fun.

Next, Duke cleaned up the battlefield and swept away the trolls that dispersed. Apart from sending a large number of demon spirits, Duke had nothing to do with Duke.

The huge crack created by the rune stone array is nearly forty meters deep. This is a very terrifying height for mortals. Most of the trolls who were forced to fall down by flames were killed. There are still many trolls who have been caught on their companions' bodies and avoided a disaster.

Of course, the elves would not let them go. They poured tinder oil and other things into it under the instigation of Du, and burned all the torches that were still alive. The healing power of the trolls is of no use in front of the flames.

In fact, Duke really wanted the elves to send troops to attack Orgrim, the elite troops, to destroy Quelthalas. Unfortunately, the elf's senior management complained on the surface that the losses were too serious and the troops were insufficient to maintain domestic security, but most of them were scared.

Didn't you see the Wild Hammer Dwarfs coming out all over and they all ran out?

The elf refused to move.

Duke still needs to move. Even if it is not suitable to fight a decisive battle with Orgrim now, at least don't let him do anything randomly.

Duke greeted Kudland Wildhammer with his Griffon Knights and chased towards the direction of the tribe's retreat.

"Wait! I'll go too!" Aurelia whistled, and in the stunned eyes of Duke and the dwarves, a group of rangers stepped on the griffin's back.

"Hell! What should I do if a fight occurs?" Kudland protested loudly.

"Then please let us go near the canopy. The Wind Walker Ranger who fell to death in the forest!" Sylvanas shouted loudly.

Aurelia hugged Duke's waist from behind: "Thank you for solving the troll danger, but for some reason, I'm a little worried about what Orgrim will do."

This is exactly what Duke is worried about.

It was like a dog who ran away with his tail between his legs, which was not the style of an orc.

The griffin is very fast, so it is not a problem to fly at full speed of 70 kilometers per hour or 80 kilometers per hour. Of course, considering the problems of griffin endurance and food supply, flying at a speed of 60 kilometers per hour is the most ideal. If you really need to have a griffin at full speed, you must at least get a full cow to replenish it.

Where can I find a thousand cows in Quel'thalas?

In the evening that day, when I saw the light that reached the sky from afar, Duke's worst budget appeared in the Yongge Forest Fire!

It is midsummer, which is the most likely time to cause forest fires. From a distance, dozens of fireheads emerge from the south of Yongge Forest. Obviously, this is not a natural fire at all.

"Orgrim, you beast!" Aurelia's pretty face was covered with tears in a few breaths due to anger and sadness. Not only him, but all the elves in Duke's vision showed a sad and angry expression.

Duke was silent.

As a time traveler from a metropolis, he may never learn the love of the Rangers for nature. He cannot understand the grief of their loved ones after the forest was burned down.

Obviously, the tribe seemed to leave very simply after having a ripped off with the troll last night. But after Orgrim asked the tribe to march slightly from Yongge Forest, he aimed at the wind and set fire directly.

The denser places are obviously the masterpieces of the wolf cavalry, and you can see that the fire heads are relatively dense.

If you guess it’s a little bit less, it’s the masterpiece of Zulushid’s Red Dragon.

The rolling flames swept across the front of the forest like huge waves. The strong heat instantly evaporated every trace of moisture, causing the forest scene to shake like a mirage under the sunset.

There are many black dots shaking back and forth in the sky, spitting out one tall light after another, and there is no need to guess, that is the flying dragon.

Although the lush Yongge Forest is definitely not short of rain in summer and the trees have just been soaked in the rain, they are burned by the blazing dragon breath and turned into ashes in an instant.

The thick black smoke that emerged, in conjunction with the arrival of the night, began to block the sun.
Chapter completed!