Ekielsson, possessed by the Eagle God, felt that he was strong and was not afraid of the troll warriors at all. The only thing he could worry about was the elephant. But the elephant couldn't fly, so he could run away after hitting.

"Hmph! Who is the one who provoked first?" Amoris' cold voice sounded above Ekirsson's head. She had already turned into a half-dragon man, flapping her wings and floating in the air. If Ekirsson wanted to escape, she had to pass her level first.

The surging dragon power pressed down like a mountain. Ekirson's heart tightened. There was an adult dragon hidden by the other party, which was really despicable. If he started to do it, he would have to peel off even if he didn't die.

However, as an eagle, his mouth is naturally hard, and even if he dares not take action, he said without any weakness: "Don't forget that this is Amani's territory!"

"This is the earth, our territory." Xiang Ningxuan shook his head and said.

"This..., now this is ours."

Xiang Ningxuan was too lazy to talk nonsense to him, so he smiled and looked at Ekirson with a contemptuous expression, which made him unable to stand it and wanted to kill him to do something.

"Enough, Ekielsson. This is the first time we have seen other trolls in this new world. Let's hear what they want to say first." A one-armed masked elderly troll landed on a giant dragon eagle.

The only thing that could make Ekielsson lose his temper and run over immediately was the eldest grandfather of the Amani troll.

This troll ancestor has lived for thousands of years and is the spiritual leader of all Amani trolls worshipped. He is fierce and cruel, but he is not lacking in wisdom. One of his arms was cut down by himself. According to the troll's regeneration ability, he could have grown another arm. However, in order to remember the shame of his capture.

Xiang Ningxuan himself also broke his arm, but it was only after developing the troll regeneration technology to grow again. It is so uncomfortable to lack an arm, who knows who lacks it. It can grow any longer, but it is not. Zu Jin is so cruel to himself, so he will naturally not be ruthless to others.

The reason why I was willing to listen to Xiang Ningxuan and the others was because Xiang Ningxuan had enough strength to speak, otherwise, if there was nothing to say, I would just chop it and carry it home to eat meat.

Since the real person has come out, Xiang Ningxuan said directly: "I am Xiang Ningxuan, a major general of the Republic. I am ordered to go to the envoy of India and need to pass by here. Out of politeness, I will say hello to you. It doesn't matter if we don't agree to pass, at most I will waste two or three days of detour. In addition, since you are also from Azeroth, I will tell you by the way that the Lich King and his Scourge Legion are also here, and it is said that they are in India. You better be prepared."

Zu Jin said disdainfully: "The Undead Natural Disaster? We have also fought with them. It's just a bunch of bones, it's no big deal."

Xiang Ningxuan curled his lips and said, "How many natural disasters are you suffering from? One hundred thousand or two hundred thousand? Do you know how many corpses there are in the Indian region? One billion!"

"Billion?" Zu Jin frowned. This was the first time he had heard of this order of magnitude. You should know that the Amani trolls are only about 200,000 now, and he really had to think about the concept of one billion.

"Yes, that's right!" Xiang Ningxuan said, "And, due to the limitations of the terrain, if the undead natural disaster captures Tianzhu, it can only expand in the east and northwest directions. And your location is east of Tianzhu." He said, pointing to Zu Jin at the map.

Although the undead natural disasters do not fear the severe cold and do not require consuming materials, they still require energy.

The towering top of the world is not so easy to cross. There is almost no energy replenishment on the way. You need to build a psychic tower along the way to supplement the energy loss of the troops. Instead of walking thousands of miles of deserted plateau, it is better to fight out from the other two directions by fighting to support the war.

"Okay! You convinced me. You can pass through my territory, but I hope you can tell me the news of the undead natural disaster on your way back. Also, this map belongs to me." Zu Jin actually held the map and refused to put it. For any ambitious war lord, a fine military map is a priceless treasure.

"I have to rely on it to travel to India! If you want a map, don't there be humans here too? Moreover, they are locals, so the map should be more sophisticated. Otherwise, I'll give it to you when I come back."

Zujin refused decisively, "No, this is a toll." He collected the map and handed it to Ekirson to roll it up. He only had one arm and could not roll it up.

Seeing Zu Jin's action, Xiang Ningxuan suddenly asked: "I'll take the liberty to ask, why do you only have one arm? Don't you trolls have the talent for regeneration of racial talent?"

Zu Jin touched his broken arm and gritted his teeth and said, "This is to remember hatred! This arm will not grow again until I take revenge."

"But, this is not Azeroth, who are you going to take revenge?"

Zu Jin was stunned when he heard this, and his face showed a confused look. The target of his hatred was the high elves in Silver Moon City, but he had left Azeroth, how could he seek revenge on them?

For more than two thousand years, it was a huge hatred that supported the legendary troll's commander. But when he woke up with a move, he suddenly realized that he had not had time to take revenge, but his enemy disappeared. How could he not be confused?

"Since I can't take revenge, then I will rebuild the Amani Empire!" Zu Jin sighed.

"Since that's the case, what's the point of keeping one-armed?" Xiang Ningxuan asked.

"You're right." Zu Jin closed his eyes and concentrated his mind. The broken arm grew out at a speed visible to the naked eye. Except for the skin color, there was no difference. The regeneration ability of this troll's original version was so fast that it exploded.

"Zu Jin, why did you rebuild the Amani Empire?" Xiang Ningxuan continued to ask.

"Reconstruction is reconstruction, why else?" Zu Jin asked in confusion. Since Xiang Ningxuan helped him untied a knot in his heart, Zu Jin's attitude improved a lot.

Xiang Ningxuan waved his finger and pointed at Haya, and the dead wood trolls immediately shouted in unison: "For the people!"

Xiang Ningxuan was very satisfied with this answer. These simple trolls are much simpler than modern people, and they don’t have that many colorful things.

Haya added: "The people are the foundation of a country! Not the illusory concept of the country. Our life is good now, and everyone can have a full meal, a strong house and beautiful clothes. All this is provided by the master, so we voluntarily fight for him. Whether it is to rebuild the Amani Empire or follow the master like us, it should be to improve the lives of the people."

Zu Jin said bluntly: "You dead wood trolls don't have their own country at all. How can you know the meaning of an empire to us?"

Haya asked back, "But now, who has experienced the era of the Amani Empire except you? Do other people's ideas have the same as you?"

"Hmph! The soul of the Amani Empire has been passed down from generation to generation and is forever engraved in our souls." Zu Jin looked at Haya with contempt, just like a nobleman from a declining empire looking at the nouveau riche, his heart still full of superiority. (To be continued)
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