Chapter 366 The Mysterious Rune Stone

Silently, the trolls, almost in the canopy, readied their weapons. Most of them showed their triangular sharp teeth and showed a hideous smile.

It's a grudge that's been going on for thousands of years.

For the trolls, the pale-skinned, point-eared interlopers have been stealing lands from the great Amani Empire since they first set foot on the continent 6,800 years ago.

They have gradually seized control of this land. They have troll-like speed, sneakiness and even agility, and these elves have many powerful advantages, the most powerful of which is their damn magic. Never exposed to magic, they have no way of repelling arcane attacks or breaking through their arcane defenses.

The only thing that can be done is to suppress these abominable elves with blood and life with the flesh and blood that recovers at a high speed, with the advantage of numbers.

The trolls succeeded for a time. Their ancestors used their blood to forge an epic that belonged to the trolls, exhausting the last drop of magical energy in the blood of the elves, and then almost killing these weak guys.

But just over two thousand years ago, elves and despicable and cunning humans formed an alliance. These two pale-skinned races utterly crushed the Amani Empire. They captured forts, burned castles, burned the cultural essence of the Amani Empire, and slaughtered thousands of their fellow trolls.

Once the ruler of the planet, the great Amani Empire has become fragmented, no longer the glory of the past, and only the shadow of continuous defeat for thousands of years is left, like tarsal maggots entangled every troll. Soul, and the troll could no longer restore his glory and take back what was his.

until now...

The Horde's emergence out of thin air gave them hope of revenge. Zujin was also willing to believe them.

Orgrim Doomhammer, a tribal leader with enough courage and wisdom, made a promise to him to help them rebuild the Amani Empire.

In fact, when the war between humans and orcs began, Zul'jin tried to reunite the troll tribes.

Amani, fire tree, rotten moss, evil tooth, evil branch, burning thorn, dead wood... These forest troll clans, which have been divided for countless generations, have long become hostile to each other and hate each other. For the first time, they have something in common in front of their glorious goals.

One by one, the Zul'jin challenged and defeated the chiefs of these clans, whether through battles, tournaments, or otherwise.

All of them have bowed before him, and they and their tribes will obey him. The forest trolls are united once again.

In addition, the Frost Troll clans such as Frostmane, whose territory was taken away by the Bronzebeard Dwarves, also joined the army of revenge.

With the help of the Horde, they will clean up the world in a similar way to the human elves, and then re-rule the forest. The orcs showed no interest in the forest, and Zul'jin suspected they would take over the valleys and plains of the world.

The orcs want them to go, all the trolls want is the forest.

On the tree, looking at the elves below who didn't know that they had stepped into the gate of hell, the smirk on Zujin's face grew even wider. Zujin, who also grew up immersed in the mud of hatred and revenge, fully understands the feelings of his compatriots.

They have gone deep into the homeland of the elves, and are preparing to kill the elves in this piece of land stolen from them, in this place that the elves consider to be their home and extremely safe. Let the elves also taste the feeling of losing their homeland and their compatriots being slaughtered.

Suddenly, the sound of breaking wind above his head alarmed some patrolling elves.

It's too late.

Trolls are not good at strength, that is relative to orcs.

In this short period of two seconds, and already close to hand-to-hand combat, the shortcomings of the elves' lack of individual combat capabilities are multiplied.

Zu'jin jumped down from the tree, and his huge feet stepped on the heads of the two elves. With the huge weight and the acceleration of gravity, Peiran's huge force easily broke the cervical vertebrae of the two of them.

Not yet on the wood floor, Zul'jin threw his ax in a strange way.

The sharp giant ax whirled in mid-air and easily flew between the two elves. Before they could react, the spinning ax blade had already cut the throat of an elf who was facing Zul'jin. In less than half a second, the ax slashed deeply into the head of the elf who was further back.

The same goes for the other axe.

The falling speed was almost as fast as the two elves trampled to death by Zujin. The lifeless bodies of the other four elves fell limply, blood splashing on the leaves in the forest grass.

shocking!

There was no time to scream, and the rest of the elves were picked up by the troll that fell from the sky like lightning, in no particular order.

Zukin was pleased with the hors d'oeuvres ambush.

"Chop off the head and hang it up! If you still have the chance, tell the elves afterward that the troll is coming!"

On all fronts throughout the southern end of Eversong Forest, trolls frantically attacked the elves' outer patrols. Some troll armies won easily, while others paid a heavy price.

"What? You mean that some elves foresaw our arrival, and then made anti-siege and other arrangements?" Zujin was very confused by the report of his subordinates.

If this had been an engagement that had been warned from the top down, the losses for the trolls would undoubtedly have been far greater. Unfortunately, in less than one-fifth of the territory, the trolls suffered a disastrous defeat, and the rest were overwhelming victories.

"It doesn't matter, the rest is left to the orcs. It depends on whether Orgrim breaks the damned defensive magic of the elves as he promised."

"What are you doing?"

When Gul'dan approached Orgrim, the warchief questioned him warily.

"There are some things you should come and see for yourself, the great Hammer of Doom." Gul'dan bowed deeply.

Orgrim nodded, put the hammer on his shoulder, and motioned for Gul'dan to lead him the way.

Gul'dan turned and walked back with Doomhammer and his bodyguard.

Soon, they came to a huge earth pit that had been dug open. There was a huge stone at the bottom of the pit. Countless delicate runes were drawn on the rough surface of the stone. That kind of brushwork must come from some ingenious creatures.

The point is not this.

Even someone as ignorant of mystical abilities and psychic powers as Doomhammer could feel the energy emanating from the hulking stone.

"Is this the elf's trap?" Orgrim asked.

"Yes, and it's not just a trap."