Carry Out My Will!

Zul'Aman lay in the far southeast of Silvermoon Forest. In the future, Silvermoon Forest would also be called Eversong Woods by the High Elves.

The Troll city stood utterly at odds with the beautiful golden forest: its architecture was rugged, dotted with bone spikes and crude wooden huts. Countless massive wooden carvings and voodoo masks hung from the walls and tree branches, while the main structures were built from dark green and dark yellow stone blocks. To Hu Feng, they looked remarkably like Mayan pyramids from his previous life.

The Amani Troll scouts had long discovered the allied army's movements, and the Amani Trolls were already prepared for battle. Their leader, Zul'jin, and Warlock Lord Malakkas stood atop a platform built from dark green boulders, solemnly watching the human army arrange its formations.

The war between the Trolls and those long-eared people had already lasted countless years, always a stalemate in which neither side could do anything to the other. But now the elves had human assistance. During this time, the Amani Trolls had suffered repeated losses, and their territory had shrunk again and again. Now, the enemy alliance had marched right up to Zul'Aman's gates.

When enemies met, their eyes burned with hatred. There was none of Earth's prewar taunting, nor any duel between champions before the battle. Once the human army's catapults were ready, they immediately hurled a sky-covering barrage of iron balls and stones blazing with magical flames at Zul'Aman. The mages began casting, while the rangers loosed their deadly arrows. The Amani Trolls immediately counterattacked as well, hurling javelins, crude long arrows, and voodoo spells from the walls straight at the allied forces.

This kind of cold-weapon warfare mixed with magic was bound to last a long time. Relying on their city walls, the Trolls defended with ease.

"Mage Corps, heed my command!" Merith stood atop a platform at the rear of the formation, where the mages had established their casting position. "Prepare Mental Link! Cast Flame Storm together!"

A massive magic array immediately appeared beneath the human mages' feet. Strands of silver magical light emerged around them, linking the hundred human mages together like needle and thread before finally converging on Merith Winterwind. Terrifying magical power now radiated from Merith's entire body, causing even the elven mages to glance over repeatedly. It was not as if they had never used Mental Link before, but there were barely any who could wield it as effortlessly as Merith. If mishandled, that spiritual pressure could cause a mental collapse and turn someone into a mindless fool.

"Feel the power of Arathor, Trolls!" Merith raised his staff high, and a thick torrent of flame shot into the sky before pouring down upon Zul'Aman like Rain of Fire, gathering on the ground and burning fiercely.

The elven mages were also desperately unleashing destructive spells, concentrating their attacks on the heavily damaged walls being baptized by the Rain of Fire. Cracks began spreading across that section of the wall at a visible rate before it slowly collapsed.

A deep horn sounded, and the human army received the order to assault the city. Arathor's soldiers raised their shields or simply sprinted toward the breach. Just then, an unpleasant green ripple spread across the wall. Warlock Lord Malakas waved his scepter adorned with countless skulls, and streams of green voodoo energy flowed down the wall like water, eventually forming pools of green venom at the breach that continuously sprayed highly toxic green liquid.

"Fall back! Fall back!" After a brief moment of chaos, the human army regained control of its formation and slowly withdrew. This siege attempt had failed.

At that moment, several elven mages let out screams. They had been struck by the Troll witch doctors' voodoo curses, and the sudden, excruciating pain instantly robbed them of their combat ability. Hu Feng floated quietly in the rear, silently watching the battle. A graceful figure leaped through the trees and rushed over. Alleria arrived with fury written across her face.

"Hu Feng, why aren't you helping?! You have such tremendous power, yet you do nothing! Is this what a hero of the War of the Ancients is supposed to be?!" Alleria charged before Hu Feng and shouted. The two Nightborne behind him immediately revealed hostile looks, dangerous Arcane light flickering in their eyes.

Hu Feng waved a hand to stop the Nightborne, then looked seriously at the female ranger. "I am not your babysitter, nor anyone else's. My responsibility is to guide the elves. I will naturally act when I deem it necessary." He then pointed toward the allied forces.

"Although the first attack was stopped, the alliance is already organizing a second. Besides, we currently hold the advantage and have suffered barely any casualties, while those Troll witch doctors have taken heavy losses. I could indeed help you settle this now, but what about next time? And the time after that? What about after I return to Kalimdor? Only friendship tempered by war is the strongest alliance. High Elves and humans must sincerely support one another if they are to have a glorious future."

Alleria stomped her foot fiercely. "Hmph, I can't argue with you. I don't care—if anyone is killed or wounded, you have to act!"

Just as Hu Feng had said, the allied forces appeared unable to break into the city, but their casualties were actually extremely low. Voodoo was deadly, but it took effect slowly. Soldiers and mages struck by voodoo were pulled to the rear for purification. The alliance had now changed its plan, continuing to have the mages bombard Zul'Aman's walls and interior while the human catapults tirelessly played their stone-throwing game.

The Highborne and Nightborne attacked even more ruthlessly. They condensed highly concentrated Arcane Rays and fired them one after another at Zul'Aman, riddling the walls with holes. More terrifyingly, the rays did not stop after piercing the walls, but continued deeper into the city. Many unfortunate Trolls had no idea what happened before their bodies were pierced by steaming holes.

Hu Feng watched the situation closely. It was not that he did not want to act; a deeper reason made him decide to wait a little longer.

He had always regarded the exiles of Dath'Remar's Sunstrider Family as his elven believers and his people as well. But the High Elves had all sorts of unpleasant flaws, such as arrogance, disdain for everyone else, and a loose, undisciplined nature. Though they had been forced to seek human aid, deep down they still looked down on humans as a newly born race.

They had named themselves High Elves rather than continuing to use the name Highborne, which explained quite a few things. Therefore, Hu Feng had decided to give these High Elves a lesson, allowing them to truly confront their own strengths and shortcomings, as well as their human allies, amid hardship, blood, and fire.

The Night Elves and Highborne of Kalimdor also had the bad habit of arrogance, but under Hu Feng's subtle guidance over the years, that baseless pride had diminished considerably. Elven society was also developing more of an atmosphere of ambition and exploration, rather than remaining stubbornly closed off and hiding atop the World Tree until the end of time.

Back on the battlefield, the Amani Trolls were already on the verge of collapse, with many sections of their walls damaged or destroyed. Hu Feng decided to add fuel to the fire.

Slowly floating into the air, Hu Feng began radiating violent magical ripples like purple lightning. Both sides immediately noticed him.

"Witch doctors! Combine your power and kill that human mage!"

Malakkas roared as he fired curse after curse at Hu Feng in the sky. Immediately afterward, countless voodoo spells of every kind came crashing down on Hu Feng all at once, yet Hu Feng showed not the slightest hint of resistance. The elven and human allied forces all held their breath, while Alleria tried to rush to Hu Feng's side, only to be brutally trapped in place by several Nightborne using an Arcane Cage.

"What are you doing?! Let me out! I need to save him! Are you blind?!"

Alleria's furious roar immediately drew mocking looks from the Nightborne. Clearly, they had not forgotten the ranger girl's earlier disrespect toward their master. "Foolish woman, shut up. Do not judge our master by your shallow understanding. Our master's magic is invincible!"

Alleria had no mind to argue with the Nightborne. She stared worriedly at Hu Feng, completely engulfed by the glow of voodoo in the sky, but she soon relaxed.

The voodoo that had been blazing brilliantly one moment was completely sucked away the next as though swallowed by a vortex. Origin of Divine Power, Azeroth Binder—the supreme Artifact Staff crafted by the Titans—had absorbed all the voodoo.

Both sides watching Hu Feng froze for a moment. Then, they vaguely heard a voice that seemed to come from the staff echo in their minds. "Not enough! Still not enough! I want more delicious food! If you won't give it to me, then I'll kill every last one of you!"

Just then, Hu Feng released the staff. It began floating around him on its own, then laughed wildly in everyone's minds as it fired an overwhelming barrage of spells at the Trolls: enlarged Arcane Barrages, expanded blizzards, Flame Storms that locked onto Trolls and chased after them to burn them, and more. They all crashed into Zul'Aman at once, and anguished howls immediately filled the city.

The human and elven allied forces felt chills run through their bodies before being overcome with awe. This was the Divine Emissary's supreme Artifact Staff. It actually possessed its own consciousness, and the staff itself had power as unfathomable as an Archmage's.

Hu Feng had also finished preparing. He raised one hand toward Zul'Aman, and the rune disk behind him twisted and transformed, expanding into a massive circular vortex of energy that spiraled behind him. Then came a terrifying pressure. Various torrents of energy flashed violently in Hu Feng's eyes as he shouted, "Go!"

The energy vortex immediately fired countless thick rays of arcane power, fire, and frost. The allied forces stared blankly as Zul'Aman's walls collapsed and vanished at a visible rate. Then came the city itself. Zul'Aman was flattened as though an invisible bulldozer had rolled over it.

"I command all of you—attack! Kill them! Kill! Kill!" Hu Feng roared at the stunned allied forces below.

Everyone jolted awake. The human commanders came to their senses and immediately organized their soldiers to charge toward the half-ruined city at top speed. Under Merith's leadership, the mages floated rapidly toward the city as well.

"Before the sun sets, I don't want to see even one living Troll!" Hu Feng continued roaring. "Carry out my will, or bear my wrath!"

Thus, in a fanatical state tinged with pressure, the allied forces charged into Zul'Aman and began searching everywhere with reddened eyes for Trolls that were still alive and kicking.

Well... Trolls might be difficult to kill, but the Divine Emissary's wrath was surely far more terrifying, wasn't it?

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