"Mom, what is that sound?"

Zuldazar, Tal'Farrak.

In a residential house within the safety of the city wall, a young troll cub asked his mother who was holding her tightly.

"That's the sound of a wild beast."

Mom answered her.

"What about dad? He went out in the morning and never came back."

Mom said: "Dad went to hunt wild beasts. The wild beasts wanted to come in and eat us."

"Ah?! How terrible!"

"Don't be afraid, mom is by your side."

"Well, I'm not afraid. Dad said that Tona and Tiu will protect mom and me!"

The mother hugged her cub tightly.

From an angle that the child cannot see, the troll mother's face is full of worry.

The fighting outside the city continued until it was almost late at night. The sound of fighting was loud, and the heroic trolls were constantly fighting for the front line with the enemy.

The seventh time.

The enemy reached the edge of the city for the seventh time.

Because only when the battle is approaching Zuldazar's city wall, the sound of fighting will be heard inside the city.

Mother, who had already believed in Tona and Tiu a year ago, silently prayed to Loa in her heart.

"May the gods protect Zandalari."

…

…

It is different from the battlefield where the God King is.

Another battlefield.

West of Zuldazar, outside the walls of Tal'Farrak.

The Zandalari trolls and orc troops have gone completely crazy with each other.

The blood troll wanted to quit this crazy battle more than once.

But they couldn't retreat.

Neither G'huun nor the orcs would allow them to retreat.

The blood trolls had no choice but to grind into pulp with the orcs and their old enemies, the Zandalari trolls, in a life-and-death struggle like a flesh millstone.

The hot Zandalari jungle is filled with the stench of blood and decay, and countless flies are scurrying around in the forest.

Beneath the forest, countless corpses lay.

The blood on most of the corpses has condensed into traces, and the exposed muscles have shrunk, dryly twisting together with the blood.

Internal organs can be seen in some places on many corpses. Under the humid air, the dew-covered internal organs look fresh, and the bones protrude from the body surface in pieces.

No corpse is intact, whether it is the corpse of an orc or a troll, the death expressions can be clearly seen.

Most of the bodies of the corpses were already shapeless, and some flies were burrowing into the mouths and nostrils of the dead corpses with their mouths open, which were clogged with black blood.

The Zandalari troll, who was missed by his children and spouse, was a soldier of Zuldazar. He had lost one of his hands and was chewing meat silently.

The battle has continued throughout the day, and both the orcs and Zandalari trolls are hungry.

The troll chewed the meat, replenishing his energy.

The captain of his team was telling the other three remaining members of the team about the tasks that his team would complete next.

By the way, the captain who spoke and the other three team members were also eating meat, and the meat they ate still looked the same—fresh meat that was bloody and still seemed to be steaming.

"I don't have anything else to say. Because speaking requires energy, and I don't have much energy now."

"The task given by the Prophet of Zul to the army is to protect Zuldazar no matter what, so that Dazar'alor will never fall."

"Our leader, Priest Lake, has given me a request that our team must hold on to this hillside as long as possible."

"There are at least twenty skeletons and ten green monsters down there, and they want to rush up. But there are only five of us - Zane also has a broken arm."

The captain spoke softly with his mouth full of blood after eating meat.

The troll spoke very softly, and it was obvious that he was trying to save his energy.

"We are not opponents." One of the team members said. After saying this, he took out a bone from his mouth and threw it on the ground.

This bone was from the meat he ate. This small bone looked like a finger bone.

The soldier who finished eating the meat and threw away the bones said: "We are not afraid of one-on-one, but they can kill one of us five. By the name of Tona, I will kill at least two, no, at least three greens before I die."

Skin."

"The mission given to us by Priest Lake is to hold this hillside as long as possible." The captain said expressionlessly. "Our mission is to delay time. Delay the enemy."

After swallowing the meat he was chewing and spitting out the bones, Zane, who had broken his arm, asked softly: "Captain, just tell us what we should do. Gods Tona and Tiu are above, you are our

Captain, of course we will listen to you."

"Yes. God Tiu will praise you, you are a wise troll."

"That's right."

"Captain, please speak."

"..."

Looking at the team members who were talking one after another, the captain who had finished eating the meat wiped the blood from his mouth, and then said to Zane who had broken his arm: “Thank you for your hospitality, Zane. If I can go back, I will definitely treat you.

Eat barbecue for a year.”

"Ha~ It's broken anyway, and I'm not a corpse. If you want to eat my flesh, I'll be happy to." Zane said with a smile, enduring the pain in his hand.

The meat that his captain and three companions were eating just now was actually one of Zane's arms, his broken arm.

This arm was chopped off by an orc warrior in a previous battle.

Zane killed the orc.

Later, when the team was resting, he found his broken arm and took it back.

When Zane returned to the team, he found that he, his team members, and the captain were all hungry and dizzy with hunger. Lord Zul's war dance during the day made the trolls extremely brave, but at the cost of a huge consumption of energy in the body.

.

By now, the energy in the trolls' bodies has been exhausted, and they have been fighting intermittently all day long, except for eating some fruits and drinking the water that is not lacking in the forest.

The remaining five members of the team have never eaten seriously at all.

Due to the siege of the orcs at the foot of the mountain and the task of the team, the trolls could not leave to find fruit elsewhere.

In other words, everyone was dizzy with hunger, but there was no food.

unless……

The ground is littered with corpses of trolls and orcs, and they are also meat.

The Zandalari trolls are not blood trolls, and because of what happened with the blood trolls, the Zandalari trolls are still the trolls most opposed to eating intelligent creatures.

Let them eat the corpse?

Unless they are no longer Zandalar trolls.

The captain advised Zane and the team members to be patient. Anyone who dared to do something like eating corpses to defile Zandalari would be the first to be killed by the captain.

The team members and Zane all agreed.

But at this time, Zane offered his severed hand that still had a little bit of warmth - "I'm not dead yet, I'm not a corpse. This is my hand. If we eat it, it doesn't count as eating a corpse. But we can still

When we go back, it will grow back slowly..."

This is why the captain would thank Zane after eating the "meat".

After the captain finished thanking him, the other three team members also expressed their thanks to Zane.

One team member also smiled and said: "Zane, I am your troll now. Because your flesh and blood is in my body."

Zane just wanted to laugh.

The captain has spoken again.

"Okay. Now is not the time to talk about this. The orcs will attack here again later. What we should do is complete our mission."

The captain obviously has a very high prestige in the team. As soon as he opened his mouth, several Zandalari trolls fell silent.

"I have already said that our task is to delay for as long as possible."

"We can't swarm up, otherwise we will all be killed by the orcs at once - even if we can drag at least ten enemies to Bwonsamdi's country."

"Let's go out one by one."
To be continued...