Storkka, who had been accelerated by spells, fell like a meteor, and with a "click", it inserted into the position where Zulkin was standing. If the troll leader's reaction was slower, the body would be separated.

However, Angma is not so naive that he puts his hope of killing Zulkin on his own small throw, and it is enough to cause him some trouble.

Looking down from a high altitude, Stormka happened to be stuck in front of Salorian Cheng-seeker. His sword blade completely penetrated into the stone slab on the ground, and a small pit was bombarded. The cracks spread to a few meters away.

Fortunately, the place where Salorien fought with the trolls was a shore garden a distance from the beach. The ground was decorated with hard stone slabs. Otherwise, if it were sand, Storkar might have completely disappeared into the mud and sand.

It seemed that he could sense the existence of the troll. A strange aura mixed with shadow energy overflowed from Storkar's sword body, frightening all the trolls surrounded by Salorien and took two steps back.

Even Zulkin fell into a brief shock and stared at Storkar for no reason.

When he realized that Salorian was about to escape, the latter had already let out an roar, completely breaking away from the suppression of the troll soldiers, and directly reached out to pull Storkar out, swept across the sword ring in both hands, smashing the attacking weapons one by one. Even the arm blade on Zulkin's one arm with powerful voodoo magic was cut into two pieces in the confrontation.

"Let's go and help!" Angma greeted, and hurriedly lowered the height with Lannathal and Isaac behind him, casting spells to attack the trolls besieging Salorian.

But seeing Salorian waving Stormka as he showed off his might, he was more than a hundred times stronger than just now, so why would he use three people to help?

The sword of Storka was facing, and the trolls were killed and wounded, and blood was splattered everywhere with broken limbs. No troll could get close to Salorian. Even Zulkin, who was slightly better than him, was killed and retreated step by step, and Ying Qifeng was completely in a passive situation of being beaten.

"Damn it, it's Stormka!" Zurkin shouted in disbelief, using his sensitive and agile bodywork to avoid left and right, while constantly retreating.

Angma couldn't understand the troll language, but he probably was the troll leader who recognized Stormka.

Salorian, who was in the hand of the magic sword, intends to kill the enemy chief, chased Zulkin and launched a fierce attack. The two chased and retreated, and soon hit the beach. The troll soldiers who surrounded the two layers of layers did not dare to go forward to participate in the battle. They just poked the spears in the distance twice without any pain, causing no threat.

Angma noticed that these trolls were quite afraid of Stormka. If Zulkin hadn't been there, they would have run away in all directions long ago.

The large-scale killing spells of Isaas and Lannathel were ready. The two of them each brought a meteorite to fall from the sky. The meteorite made of arcane energy was burning with a raging fire, falling into the dense trolls and exploded, killing no less than twenty troll soldiers in one go, becoming the last straw that crushed the troll's psychological defense line.

"retreat!"

Zulkin roared and issued an order, taking advantage of the lack of strength of the Salorian sword, he launched a feint attack on his lower plate to create a chance to escape the battle. Since the arm blade had been cut off, he had to use a short dagger to defend himself to perform this dangerous move.

Unexpectedly, Salorian had no intention of dodging at all. He let the dagger pierce his knee pad, and the old sword force slashed hard. The connection between the two different moves showed the warrior's superb sword skills.

How dare Zulkin not hide? If he doesn't hide, even his arm will be cut off in the end. He absolutely doesn't want to try it. Can the limbs cut off by Storkar be reborn?

He hurriedly gave up the idea of ​​destroying Salorian's leg, let go and dodge...

But Stormka was too long and Salorian's sword swing was too fast. The tip of the sword still streaked across his chest, leaving a wound that could see the bones from his right shoulder to his left abdomen.

Zulkin roared in pain, and no longer cared about covering his men to retreat. He avoided Salorian's pursuit and quickly turned around and ran away.

Without his constraints, Salorian Morning Seeker completely transformed into a god of death and harvested the lives of the trolls. Angma and the two around him also continued to cast mass killing spells to beat the fallen dog, causing great casualties to the trolls.

After several small boats used for landing were sunk by spells, the trolls no longer dared to expose themselves and jumped into the sea to swim towards the warships docked in the bay.

After leaving the corpses on the ground, the troll finally successfully boarded the ship and fled in a panic. The beach was filled with troll's corpses, and even dyed the sea water red. The waves washed by, and countless broken limbs and arms became fish food.

This record was so brilliant that Angma counted for a while, and Salorian killed no less than three hundred troll soldiers alone, most of whom died under Stormka's blade.

You should know that all the elites with the strength of the primary elites, and no matter which army they are placed in, they are absolutely top-notch forces.

Ordinary adult human men have about the strength of the third level, while well-trained soldiers are about the sixth level. Veterans who have been through the battlefield can reach the seventh level, and above the eighth level are unbearable elite soldiers.

Even the conventional combat troops under the Knights of the Silver Hands have only an average strength of ranks nine to ten.

As for the 500 elite elite corps? Angma shook his head. Without considering external factors such as tactics and arms, it is probably nearly ten times more than a conventional force.

The legendary warrior holding the War Destroyer was so terrifying. The elite corps were almost wiped out, which would definitely make the Amani troll hurt for a while and would not dare to act rashly in a short period of time.

The only regret that Zulkin successfully escaped. Without this scheming and cunning leader, the threat of the Amani troll to the blood elves would be reduced by at least half, or even more than half. Looking at the troll warships that were leaving, he couldn't help but have questions.

Why did Zulkin come out so early? Didn’t the Amani trolls in this period keep their time hiding their strength and resting their own low profile until Kelthas took away most of the blood elves army before they began to cause trouble for Quelthalas?

Angma suppressed the doubts in her heart, controlled the dragon eagle to land next to Salorien, turned down her mount and saluted respectfully, "Mr. Looking for Morning."

Aisas and Lannaser, who landed with him, also saluted Salorian.

"grown ups."

This powerful legendary warrior is extremely prestigious in Quelthalas. He is not only the holder of the Holy Sword Queldra. Because of his superb combat skills, he also serves as the chief instructor of the Sun Chaser Royal Guard and the Sun Rage Legion, and is highly respected by the people.

"It's a pity that I couldn't kill Zulkin...you saved my life, thank you," Salorien gasped, looking extremely tired. He mentioned Sdomka and asked, "Is this weapon...Sdomka?"

Angma nodded and said yes.

The Blood Elf clan is not unfamiliar with this artifact. More than two thousand years ago, their former king Anastarien Sun Chaser personally enchanted it, led the high elves and humans to form a coalition force, and defeated the fierce army of Amani trolls together.

"No wonder the trolls are so afraid when facing it. Although I really want to ask where you found it and what is the shadow energy on the sword, we must first support His Highness the Prince, come on and help me on the Dragon Eagle."

Salorien limped towards Longying as he said, and Angma hurried over to help him, and frowned deeply after noticing the wound on his knee.

Isaas advised: "Sir, you must first treat the wound."

Lannaser also nodded and took out bandages and healing potions from the enchantment space bag. Wars and emergency medical supplies were all essential things for you.

Salorian sighed helplessly and had to sit on the ground and let Angma untie his knee pads and reveal the wound below.

"The dagger is poisonous." Angma said in a deep voice, and he clearly saw the battle between Salorian and Zulkin in mid-air.

The wound was strangely black and green, and the flesh was slightly rolled outward. Although it only scratched a layer of skin, there were very important ligaments around the knees. Once the toxicity spreads, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Several people kept pouring the treatment potion and used several bottles of antidote, but the situation did not improve at all, but instead showed a vague spread.

What kind of poison is this?

"The war is urgent, don't waste time anymore, wait until the battle is over." Salorian was concerned about the front line fighting, and was a little uncomfortable. He grabbed the knee pads and tied them up again.

Angma hurriedly stopped him and exchanged glances with the other two, "No, the poison is very toxic, and you must find a priest to treat you. The activity will aggravate the spread of toxicity. If you don't want this leg to be ruined, just stay here and have a good rest."

"Can……"

"Sir, Master Isaas and Miss Lannathel will take Stormka to the front line and participate in the battle together. You can always feel at ease now, right?" Angma interrupted Salorian and kept signaling to the two people behind him with his eyes.

Both of them are active people, how could they not understand what he meant?

Isaac simply broke open Salorian's finger and snatched out Stormka, leaving all the healing potions and antidotes in the space bag to Angma, and then walked towards his own Dragon Eagle with Lannasel.

"oops!"

Listening to the sound of the dragon eagle flapping its wings and taking off, Salorien sighed in annoyance. He was not an unknown person. He knew that Angma was for his own good and had to give up the idea of ​​going to the battlefield again and stayed here honestly.

He reached out and took off his helmet and put it behind his head, lay on the beach and rested, allowing Angma to deal with his wounds.

Angma kept pouring his wounds with the potion left by the two, and kept muttering in his heart, "The battle will end soon, come a priest quickly. Salorian Morning Seeker is the best master of Stormka. What should I do if I am disabled? Who can perfectly exert the power of this artifact like this legendary warrior?

Just as he was thinking about this, he heard the snoring sound beside him. Angma was shocked. When he turned around, he saw that Salorien had just fallen asleep, sleeping so hard that he was poured on his legs. He had no reaction at all.

It seems that he is really tired.

But Angma was thinking in his heart: My God, the holder of the dignified Holy Sword Quildera, actually snores while sleeping?

He suppressed his smile, kept moving his hands, looked back and looked inside the beach, and could no longer laugh.

After the troll retreated, the civilians recovered from the chaos gradually returned. Some were shocked by the scene in front of them and wandered at a loss; some were running around to rescue their injured compatriots; some were holding the bodies of relatives and friends and crying loudly, crying heart-wrenchingly...

I really don’t know when this day will be.

Angma saw a delicate figure running towards this side and soon approached. It was Leaderine, who was still holding a bloody Queldra in her hand. Her armor was covered with blood, and she had obviously experienced a hard battle.

"He, he..."

After seeing the "unconscious" Salorian Searcher lying on the ground, Leadlin took a breath and stood there for a long time unable to speak out.

Angma suddenly had an idea and sighed sadly, the heavy feeling on her face was completely natural.

He waved Salorian's hands, who was sleeping like a dead pig, back to his chest one by one, just like he did to the warrior who died in battle, and said softly: "Sorry, I can't find any priest. Now only the sacred spell can save him..."

Angma's face was filled with sadness.
Chapter completed!