Menethil's Power

Chapter 44 The Death of Bloom

No matter who Artoria is, she has indeed lived with the Windrunner family for thousands of years, from the first time she helped the young Alleria draw the longbow to formulating training for Vereesa herself. Plan, her existence has influenced a whole generation of Windrunners.They have long forgotten her surname, which is a bit weird for high elves, and sincerely regard her as a real relative.

Therefore, Lilas was not at all surprised that he was rescued. He only had a sense of shame for messing up things in front of his elders. He beat Reinhardt's shoulder armor hard to get out of this suffocating bear hug, and turned back to Al. Toria smiled embarrassedly.

Arturia was a little helpless, the words of reprimand dissipated when she reached her mouth, she glanced at Lilas, and put away the Phoenix Twin Blades.

Sudden accident.

The time seemed to fill up several times suddenly, and Baldrige and Reinhardt were still holding their shields to keep vigilant; Squall was carefully studying the leather wristband, and he had already realized the extraordinaryness of this seemingly simple magic item , Isaacs was watching Lilas's reaction with interest, and the flattering smile on Lilas's face hadn't disappeared... Everyone, including Artoria herself, had no advance preparation for what was about to happen.

Too soon, a net instantly enveloped Arturia's body, a look of astonishment flashed in the female elf's eyes, she was almost exhausted, and the flashing ring had become a pure decoration, so she couldn't Immediately get out of the immobilization state.

Almost without the slightest interval, a huge beheading ax descended from the sky, a beautiful flower of blood bloomed in the darkness, and then there was the sound of howling through the air, and then there was silence.

Rillas' expression froze, and he rubbed his eyes in disbelief.Isaacs next to him was almost breathless. This was the first time he faced death, the death of someone close to him.

An indescribable emotion spread in the bottom of Isaacs' heart. Most of Fengxing Village's persistence to this day is due to the two heroic powerhouses, Artoria and Squall.She already had a deep affection for this sensible and powerful beauty ranger, but in just a moment, all these beautiful and tough flowers fell to pieces.

There was a bit of bitterness in his mouth, this is not a virtual RPG, but a real world, death is everywhere, like a shadow.There is no angel sister in a white dress here to bring the dead back to life. If you don't want to be a dead soul, then death is the only end.

A figure appeared in the darkness, a troll far taller than others of his kind. His chanting fangs and towering white mane indicated that he had entered old age, but he didn't show any sign of aging at all. He only wore A set of crude leg armor, two double-edged one-handed axes pinned to the waist, and purple voodoo runes engraved on the exposed developed muscles.His eyes were sharp and cruel, and most of his face was hidden under a purple mask.

The aura exuded by this troll is astonishing, even more desperate than the giant bear Nalorak.Among the forest trolls, there is only one person who is dressed like this and has such strength, and that is the former king of the Amani Empire.

Everything has been explained, why the well-defended Fengxing Manor in history was easily breached, why Nalorak wanted to escape after being hit hard, and why this fierce beast spirit stared at the jungle until death. his presence. "Zul'kin..." Isaacs almost moaned.

Zul'jin walked slowly, and everyone seemed to be facing an enemy, but no one dared to act rashly.The troll didn't seem to care about them. He half-kneeled next to Arturia's body that was almost divided into two halves, stared at the female elf's still frightened eyes, then took out a dagger and cut off her left ear.

Lilas, who had been sluggish all the time, suddenly broke out, "Stop! You despicable beast!" He yelled tearfully, and was about to rush forward regardless.Isaacs immediately grabbed Lilas, no matter how hard he struggled, he would not let go. The troll in front of him has the strength to easily slaughter everyone here. Squall, who has consumed more than half of his mana, can't stop him at all. Provocation is the most stupid Behavior.

Zul'jin turned his indifferent gaze to the crazy Rillas, and stretched out his hand to pull out the giant beheading ax that was deeply embedded in the ground. To him, this large killing weapon that seemed to be only used for the guillotine was just a throwing weapon.The troll swung the giant ax casually, and the mixture of blood and soil stained on the surface of the ax sprinkled on Artoria's body, causing Lilas to let out another mournful roar.

Zuljin walked towards the crowd, each step brought huge psychological pressure.Isaacs tried his best to hand over the frantic Lilas to Reinhardt, and the strong man's thick arms became solid shackles, firmly imprisoning Lilas.

"Ahem, may I ask that the opposite is Lord Zul'jin, the famous King of the Amani?" Although his body was stiff and his throat was dry, Isaacs still spoke. gesture.

Zul'jin marched silently.

"I am Isaacs Menethil, Prince of Lordaeron, and I am talking to you as an equal." Isaacs sped up his speech as much as possible, "I don't think there is any need for us to be hostile to each other. A peace negotiation is perfectly possible."

Zul'kin still didn't answer.

"Listen, Zul'kin. I don't think you are qualified as a leader." Isaacs quickly changed his strategy, "Your loyal subordinates fought bloody battles, and you watched him die heroically, yes His request for help was ignored. But I am not surprised by this, after all, you have ruined an empire that lasted thousands of years..."

Zul'jin finally spoke, with a hoarse and gloomy voice, "Nalorak is just a useless idiot, and his death is insignificant." He stopped at a safer distance, his tawny pupils looked directly at the human boy, "Okay With the power of the bear god, I don't want to repeat it a second time."

Isaacs's brain was spinning rapidly. He remembered that Zul'jin in the copy of the previous ancestor Aman had the ability to transform into four spirits, which meant that he would eventually master the power of the four beast gods. Then the power of the bear god absorbed by the scriptures Strength is enough to be a bargaining chip. "Uh, strictly speaking, this is my spoils of war, all of which belong to me, according to the principle of equivalent exchange..." He organized his words.

"Hand over the power of the bear god and the members of the Windrunner family, and I will allow you and your people to leave." Zulkin said very concisely.

"People from the Windrunner family? Aha! You mean this pink young man?" Isaacs laughed, trying to cheer himself up, "This is such a good deal, I can't refuse it at all. Hey, Take it easy, Reinhardt, I know you like this sweet little guy, but we're going to have to sell him for a good price now." Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Squall nodding slightly at him, realizing that he The delaying tactic has worked.

"Happy transaction, Lord Zul'jin, I have a small gift for you." Isaacs continued to speak loudly, opened the small portal of the space ring, reached in and fumbled for it, "This is the only legacy of Nalorak , I think you should be interested. Go on!" Isaacs threw a piece with all his might.

The troll's well-developed dynamic vision immediately caught the flying leather wristband, and subconsciously caught it, but keenly felt that the hand felt a little strange, as if it was wrapped in some spherical object.It was too late to say it, and the familiar piercing beeping sound and purple light reappeared. "Squall!" Isaacs yelled, and the inch-headed mage instantly cast the prepared group teleportation technique, a flash of silver light flashed, and everyone disappeared suddenly.

There was an angry roar in the light of the explosion, and almost at the same time Isaacs teleported away, the two throwing axes pierced through the phantom left by him, and the red-eyed troll rushed out, his injuries were not serious Light, but all wounds are healing fast.Wind of Recovery is a must-have skill for all hero-level fighters. It can quickly recover from injuries in a non-combat state. The effect of this skill in the hands of a troll with strong vitality is even more outrageous.

There was no one in sight for Zul'jin, and the troll's eyes were burning with teased anger. "You can't escape!" he muttered to himself viciously.He could feel the existence of the spirit bear, although its aura was constantly weakening, as if it was being swallowed and assimilated by something.That hateful human didn't run away, and the distance of a few kilometers was only a moment for Zulkin.

At this time, Isaacs was panting heavily, and they really couldn't teleport too far. Squall's mana was not enough, and the preparation time was too short, so the effect of this mass teleportation was equivalent to Group flash technique, but this is already commendable, at least bought time for everyone to escape.

The death of Artoria is sad, and the conversation with Zul'jin is equally frightening. Thanks to this Azeroth native troll who has never seen space rings and grenades, otherwise Isaacs would not be able to stabilize he.The boy felt his heart beating crazily, knowing that he had temporarily passed the hell.

"Turn around! Let's go back to Port Wind!" Isaacs ordered.That port had his last garrison, but it also had people they'd fought so far to defend.As early as when Isaacs mobilized the manor's defense force, she asked Artoria to persuade the Windrunners to move to the port.That means the whole fight is pointless if Zul'jin can't be stopped.

Isaacs couldn't help showing a wry smile. He didn't know if his decision was correct. The taste of power is intoxicating, but it also means heavy responsibility.But now he really regretted it.If he had known that the final boss would be Zul'jin, he would have dragged the Windrunner family away without saying anything, someone thought sadly.

(End of this chapter)