Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

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"High Priest, what's wrong?"

"Be vigilant, Ubudala, outsiders are coming!" Jammalan glanced at his apprentice with a gloomy expression, "Blow the horn and summon our troll troops!"

"yes!"

Ubudala immediately took off the horn hanging from his waist, blew his cheeks vigorously, and the long sound of the horn echoed in the passage.

Aristophanes and the others in the invisible state heard the sound of the horn, and everyone except the elf mage changed their expressions drastically. Alleria and Hawksbill had already raised their longbows and aimed at the two Troll priest.

"Aristophanes, what should we do?" Merlinthra asked nervously looking at the scale of Ysera in her hand.

"Wait a minute, we're not sure how many trolls are here, and don't you find it strange that they dare to blow their horns right under the eyes of the green dragon?"

"You mean..." Merlinthra's eyes widened, "These trolls have already controlled those green dragons?"

Before the words fell, a lot of noise came from the passage behind the troll, and a troll ran to Gamalan's side anxiously: "My lord priest, something happened to the six deacons!"

Jammalan didn't answer, but glanced back and forth at the empty Fallen Holy Land. At the same time, his nose moved, and then an evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I see, Master Haka, those mice are still here!"

Then he took off the bone staff behind his back, chanted the incantation, and then sprinkled a handful of blood-red powder from the backpack at his waist. The empty sacrificial hall was instantly stained with a strange red, and there was a ghost in the corner of the wall. A purple shield was formed, and red powder sprinkled on it, making a "sizzling" sound.

"Dwarves with pointed ears?" Jammalan asked Aristophanes and his party in a strange common language, "Who are you? How dare you break into our sacred place!"

The elf mage answered him skillfully in troll language: "Who are you, why are you hiding here?"

"I am Jammalan, the priest Jammalan, the leader of the Atalai trolls, with pointed ears, why do you speak the language of the trolls, and you also have the accent of the Aman Empire?" Jammalan was stunned for a moment, then In the passage behind him, a large number of trolls were rushing out in a line. They were wearing all kinds of green leather armor. Merlinsera recognized that they were dragon skins, and she couldn't help but clenched the scales in her hand.

And Jammalan moved his ears after asking, as if he had heard some instructions, his expression changed: "I understand, my lord!"

He waved his staff, and the red blood fell on the troll warriors behind him. Their size instantly expanded by half a circle, their eyes were filled with red blood, and their breathing became rapid.

"Atalais? Kill them and offer them to the Blood God, Lord Haka will reward us!"

"O!" Those trolls got the order and rushed towards the five people instantly? The battle roars echoed in the hall one after another? And a large number of Heirs of Hakkar and Spikers also surrounded Aristo under the control of Jammalan. Fen them.

"Do it!" Before the elf mage could finish his sentence, the blue and white arrows instantly hit the eye sockets of the two trolls rushing forward. After two low-pitched explosions, they fell down without a word.

Madoran rushed to meet the nearest Heir of Hakkar? Then he stepped hard? The white thunder instantly controlled the surrounding snakes. The arrow of light screamed and knocked those animals in the stunned state

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"Arcane black hole!" The elf mage waved the ebony cold, and three white balls of ice suddenly appeared in the middle of the group of trolls? Instantly devoured more than a dozen troll warriors who were charging forward? Their screams Interlaced with the sound of bones and flesh being crushed.

Even so, the faster troll warriors had already rushed in front of Madoran. They waved the white keel sticks in their hands with grim smiles, and smashed them down towards the short creature in front of them.

Madoran hid himself behind the shield. He calmly looked at the mallet that was thrown down quickly. With a slight movement of his wrist, he directly unloaded the troll's mallet to the side. The sound of broken bones? The trolls surrounding him screamed and fell down.

The dwarf prince smashed their heads one by one with a hammer, and the white bone fragments flew everywhere? At this moment, the trolls in the distance pulled the bowstrings in their hands? A large number of white bone arrows flew towards the dwarves.

"Be careful!" Merlinsera waved her left hand instantly. The dark green vines instantly wrapped around the dwarf's body, and the arrows were directly bounced off.

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness!" Madoran yelled, and rushed directly into the troll with all her might.

Looking at the group of trolls who were restrained, as well as the blood flowing in the hall and the scattered corpses, Jammalan stretched out his hands to the apprentices beside him. A wooden shield with different patterns painted in oil paint.

The high priest of Atalai took them, murmured words, and then sprinkled some colorful powder on them, and a dark purple flame burst out suddenly.

"Ogar, come forward!" Jammalan called the messenger just now, and he hurried forward, bowing his head respectfully: "High Priest."

"Take these two voodoo-blessed shields and protect me, Ubudala, and continue to blow the rallying horn. I will perform a grand blood sacrifice for our god!"

The troll named O'Gar was equipped with these two shields, and he felt two waves of energy pouring into his body along his arms. O'Gar's body was inflated as if inflated, and Ubudala asked Jammalan with some concern: "But High Priest, these people are not enough now..."

"So I let you blow the horn and continue to gather people!"

"...Yes!" Ubudala was stunned for a moment, understood Jammalan's thoughts, and immediately picked up the horn on his waist and blew it again.

Looking at the massacred trolls, Jammalan nodded with satisfaction, and then under the cover of O'Gar came to the skeleton surrounded by candles.

The high priest of Atalai didn't care about the chaotic battlefield. He sat there on his knees and lit candles, big and small. The yellow light gradually illuminated the hall, and troll warriors came from the passage behind him continuously It poured in and rushed towards the elf mage and his party.

Aristophanes did not stop Jammalande from moving, on the contrary, he allowed the trolls to keep pouring into the sacrificial hall, and together with several others, they quickly slaughtered these beast-like humanoid creatures.

Although this was indoors, Aristophanes couldn't use the powerful celestial spells, but the three-headed ice snake that sprang out from the ground, the white missile that flew from the tip of the staff, and the spinning ball of ice that emitted frost arrows were still there. It caused a lot of damage to those trolls with poor defenses. The frozen and shattered white flesh and red blood complemented each other, covering the mossy ground.