"The trolls are about to run away!" Kel'thas warned.
Take the Amani trolls as an example. Why haven't the elves wiped out the forest trolls after thousands of years? A big reason is that the forest trolls are natural jungle killers.
Especially for a guy of Zul'jin's level, as long as he doesn't want to be caught, even if the best rangers in Quel'Thalas are sent to hunt him, it is impossible to catch him.
Before Duke's crazy and unreasonable demon army appeared, the war in the forest was a battle between trolls and elf rangers. For thousands of years, no one could completely overwhelm the other.
Often when there are too many trolls, they will rush out from the depths of the forest to commit suicide.
The troll was killed badly and imdiately went back to the forest to recuperate.
This tug-of-war has been going on for thousands of years.
Prince Kael'thas had also heard about the power of the demon spirit. In terms of early warning, the demon spirit was indeed powerful, but unfortunately, this annoying little guy was too slow, and in a full-speed pursuit battle, the demon spirit was useless.
As I said, it is easy to disperse and defeat the trolls, but it is difficult to annihilate them.
Compared with the nearly 200,000 soldiers and civilians who died, defeating an army of trolls that had lost the main support of the orcs was far from enough to satisfy the elves.
Kael'thas is anxious!
Duke shook his head leisurely. "As a commander, in addition to considering the overall situation and making the most favorable decisions for oneself, it is also very important to learn how to judge people and learn to trust those experts in a certain field with all your heart."
"Expert?"
"Everyone has his own strengths." Duke pointed at the fighting Saganar and said, "Be brave and aggressive, and be the vanguard."
Duke pointed at Alleria, who was still commanding her subordinates and coordinating all directions during the fierce battle: "She is a talented general who can fight and command her subordinates."
Duke finally pointed to himself and said: "Those who can complete special tasks at special tis and special places are experts."
After saying that, Duke chanted a string of spells.
When Kael'thas first heard it, he instinctively felt that it was extrely familiar, because it was the spell that activated the rune stone array buried under Eversong Forest. But after listening carefully, he felt that sothing was wrong. From the middle part, the spell was changed beyond recognition.
You know, even for the sa magic device, different spells often correspond to different effects.
Kael'thas really didn't know how Duke knew this spell and what basis he had for modifying it.
His Royal Highness only understood with great difficulty that Duke changed the word "rise" in the High Elven spell to "sink", and "accumulation" to "release".
However, with more than 30% of the rune stones destroyed and most of the arcane energy buried under the forest already squandered, what else could Duke do?
In Kael'thas's imagination, let alone a fla that could burn tens of thousands of people, even using the rune stone array to create a fire that could be used for a barbecue would be difficult enough.
At this mont, Duke's perception was a completely different situation.
Lines of data streams hung down from Duke's retina, pouring into Duke's field of vision like a waterfall, and were simultaneously imprinted in Duke's spiritual world.
A large amount of knowledge was poured into Duke's head in a cramming manner. This should have been a very uncomfortable process. However, when all the knowledge was crushed into fragnts of mory, and then continuously rotated at high speed, rging into Duke's mory like a hundred rivers converging into the sea, everything changed...
"Import the geological data of Silvermoon Forest..."
"Comparing the geological conditions of the battlefield..."
"Feed back the magic status to form a data link..."
"Loading the strongest king's terrain change system."
"Authorization: Supre."
Kael'thas, who was beside Duke, watched in amazent as Duke's pupils gradually changed from deep black to a flowing rcury-like color, and under his feet, a series of magical fluctuations were gradually erging, as if the magic circuits in his body extended from his limbs to the city wall, and then spread from the city wall to the entire battlefield.
"How is this possible!?" Kael'thas scread.
As the ancestors of magic, the biggest difference between the high elves and the city walls is that they use magic to solidify the walls of Silvermoon City to prevent the walls from collapsing after being affected by magical effects such as high temperature or low temperature.
Even the Sun King himself, who had a hand in building the city wall, could not have his magic pass through the city wall because the city wall had been reinforced and solidified with magic many tis.
Yet Duke did it.
"Boom—"
The large area where the trolls were standing suddenly shook as if it had experienced an extrely violent earthquake.
Standing on the high wall, overlooking the entire battlefield, Kael'thas and several mbers of the Silvermoon Council saw it more clearly.
It was as if a gigantic beast towering over the sky bit into the back of where the troll was standing, and an entire huge, long, crescent-shaped area there suddenly sank a full five ters.
No!
More than five ters!
It was as if the invisible giant beast bit down harder, making the three-kiloter-long semicircular pit even deeper.
"Boom——" another loud noise.
With every loud noise from the earth, the cracks expanded further, becoming deeper and wider.
No troll knows how deep the dark ditch is, but its width is more than thirty ters.
"No——" The trolls were horrified to find that their retreat was cut off! Before re-entering the forest, the first thing they had to face was the huge trench that they could not cross on their own!
At this point, Duke smiled.
"Kezi, please. Use your fire to make the trolls jump into the ditch and go to hell."
Kael'thas' eyes widened, and he suddenly realized that this was what Duke ant by hunting!
Without any further hesitation, Kael'thas activated all the magic circuits in his body, and his entire body soared into the air, emitting a bright light that was enough to dazzle the eyes of every warrior on the battlefield.
The power of the fire emanating from Kael'thas was so terrifying that in just a few breaths he turned into a huge and illusory fire phoenix.
This huge monster with flas burning all over its body was slowly descending from the city wall, flapping its flaming wings that were wider than the main gate of Silvermoon City. Every vibration of its wings stirred up a hot turbulence.
Kael'thas hadn't even made a move yet, but the overflowing fire power alone was like a firestorm that could destroy half the forest.
The high elves watched their own prince fly over their heads with such might that it could overturn the entire battlefield, and they imdiately burst into cheers loud enough to blow away the clouds in the sky.
"Long live the Sunstrider!"
"Long live His Highness Kael'thas!"
Kael'thas activated the magic circuits throughout his body, and the various magical treasures of the Sunstrider family he carried on his body suddenly shone brightly. He pushed his palms forward, and suddenly a wall of fire with a width of more than two kiloters appeared on the battlefield.
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