Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

In the jungle on the south side of Lake Nafiriti, a huge Gurubashi ruined Colosseum was staged a cruel duel. A troll holding a red giant axe was looking at the silverback gorilla who kept beating his chest in front of him. He turned the handle of the axe flexibly, inserted it on the ground, then bowed slightly and rushed forward with force under his feet.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" While screaming, the orangutan also rushed towards the troll. The two slammed into each other heavily. The orangutan backed up two steps, and the troll shook his head again and went up and directly grabbed the dizzy one. Orangutan arms.

"Go to hell!" The troll roared, his body grew instantly, his feet stood still, and he lifted the huge orangutan directly above his head, and then slapped it heavily on the ground.

The yellow dust came into the ears of the watching trolls accompanied by the howling of the orangutans. They paused, then raised their hands and screamed the troll's name frantically: "Mizatakin! Mizhatakin!"

Mizhatakin walked to his giant axe, picked it up and turned back to the orangutan. It widened its eyes and looked at the troll in front of him in fear, but Mizhatakin didn't care at all and raised it high. The giant axe was then heavily chopped down, and blood splashed.

"Roar!" The troll waved the blood-stained axe with one hand, and the trolls around him became more excited.

At this time, a female troll with dark green short hair quickly came to the sidelines: "Mizatakin!"

"What's wrong, Tazni?" The troll leader who was still enjoying the cheers turned his head and asked.

"Gurubashi is here! It's Mandokir!"

"Mandokiel?" The troll froze, as if recalling something bad, but soon he was shocked and said to the female troll, "I see, go and invite him over. I will meet him right here!"

Soon the Gurubashi knight lord riding an armored raptor came to this Colosseum. Mizatakin sat on the corpse of the silverback gorilla with a golden sword. The red blood dripped all over the ground and was chopped. The head of the ape was placed next to his right hand, still with fear on his face.

Mandokiel jumped off the velociraptor and walked straight to the head of the skullsplitting troll sitting on the corpse of the orangutan. He didn't mind the blood dripping from his feet: "Long time no see, Mizata."

"What brought you out, Mandokiel?"

"Call me the Blood Lord, Mizata," Mandokiel walked up to him, looking down at the troll he had defeated a long time ago, "When did you start to like being an actor?"

"What do you mean?"

"Obviously he is Gurubashi’s second warrior, but now he stays with these skull-splitting trolls like a bereaved dog, and he performs hand-splitting beasts for them, oh, it’s not hand-tearing, and finally you cut it down with your axe. What is it? Is this the traditional custom of skull splitting?" Mandokiel was expressionless, but the words in his mouth made Mizatakin angry.

"Enough, Mandokir! Ever since I was expelled from Zul'Gurub by you, I am no longer a Gurubashi. I am now the leader of the Skullsplitting Troll. You should call me Mizhatkin! Explain you. The reason for this, blood~lord~lord!"

"Well, Mizhatkin," Mandokiel shrugged, "I'm here to represent the leader of the Gurubashi trolls. Master Jindu, the enchanter, is here to invite the Skullsplitting Tribe League to rebuild the empire."

"What are you talking about?" Mizhatkin was taken aback, then laughed up to the sky, "I heard that right, Tazni, the blood lord of Gurubashi said that their leader wants to rebuild the empire?"

Tazni looked a little embarrassed, and Mandoki looked at him coldly.

"Tell me, Mandokir, how many trolls are there in Gurubashi now? How many trolls are there in Zul'Gurub? How much land do you control now? How many loa support you? And..."

"We have summoned the Soul Reaver."

Mizhatakin got stuck: "You mean..."

"Yes, it was the object of our unity before the breakup and the main reason why Atalai and Hakkari were expelled."

"Are you crazy?" Mizhatkin roared, "Does other people know that you still don't understand the horror of the Spirit Reaver? Our parents died in that battle!"

"So in order to prevent our children from repeating this experience, we must rebuild the empire!" Mandokiel was also excited.

"What do we use to rebuild? Just rely on the so-called spirit grabber? And you really do not fear that Zandalar will invade again and clean us like Atal'ai?"

The two kept arguing, and the priests of the skull-splitting troll tribe gradually gathered around and listened quietly to their quarrel.

Mizhatakin became more and more impatient. He directly interrupted Mandokir’s persuasion: "Come on, Mandoki, take out your weapons, let us fight as before. If you win, I will listen. Yours, lead the Skullsplitting Troll to Zul'Gurub. If you lose, you will leave Baliman and Zumawei honestly, and you will never step into the territory of Skullsplitting!"

Mandokir sighed: "Mizatakin, I chose to agree to your request to come here to meet you because of the friendship between you and me. Let's look around!"

Before he finished his words, the skullsplitting guards standing on the onlookers were all hit by the long arrows shot from the jungle and rolled down screaming. Then a large number of Gurubashi troll soldiers broke into the Colosseum and controlled All the skullsplitting trolls.

The expressions of Mizhatkin and the skullsplitting priests changed drastically. Some people murmured and wanted to summon the Loa they believed in, but Mandokir waved his red rapier, and those Loa seemed to feel something. , Directly abandoned their believers.

"No, Blood Lord, what have you done!"

"This is the power of the soulslayer, Mizata, give up, you can't resist it!"

"I refuse, Mandokiel!" Mizhatkin roared, his body became huge again, his bloodthirsty eyes stared at the Gurubashi troll in front of him, his hands clenched the axe high. Leaping up, he slashed towards Mandokiel.

The blood lord raised his head slightly, his right sword pointed diagonally to the sky, and a red beam of light rose into the sky, accompanied by Tazni's worried "Mizatakin~www.ltnovel.com~ the troll was hit hard by the red light. ground.

Mizhatkin gritted his teeth and got up from the ground. He was covered in red light, and he felt a strange force trying to penetrate his skin. At the same time, the blood in his body seemed to be boiling, and the red sweat kept on. To seep out of the body.

"Mandokiel!" The head of the skull-splitting troll forcibly resisted the discomfort in his body, and rushed to the Blood Lord again with his axe.

This time, Mandokir did not use Hakkar’s power, but instead used a rapier to flexibly walk around Mizhatkin’s side, making sword marks one after another on his body, and finally scoring the gap and kicking him. Out of the battle circle, the leader of the skull-splitting troll flew out directly with blood.

"Mizatakin!" Tazni hurried to his side, blood leaking from the dense wounds, and that strange red energy blocked the troll's self-healing ability.

"Surrender, Mizhatkin, you can't resist the spirit grabber, for the skull-splitting tribe, and for yourself." Mandoki said sincerely.

Mizhatkin pushed away Tazni who was healing him with shamanism, and stood tremblingly: "No, Mandokir, I want to return to Gurubashi from the Skullsplitting tribe. Only you killed me and replaced this road, I..."

Before the words were over, Mandokier disappeared in place, Mizhatakin felt a cold neck, and hot blood poured out instantly. He wanted to say something "hoho", but could no longer make a sound.

"Farewell, Mizata." Mandokir retracted the sword that had just passed the troll's neck. The skullsplitting trolls froze for a moment, and then under the leadership of the priests they began to shout, "Blood Lord! Blood! Lord!"

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