Seeing the female ranger's anxious, worried expression, Hu Feng smiled and shook his head. He then raised a hand and pressed it downward, signaling to the Nightborne guards beside him that everything was fine.
The Nightborne were all wearing icy expressions, their narrowed eyes fixed on the High Elf female ranger before them, killing intent spilling from them.
It couldn't be helped. These fanatics of the Eye of Truth were utterly devoted to their divine master, Sarodar. What they hated most was anyone showing disrespect toward their divine master.
Now, this foolish and ignorant High Elf woman had actually dared to call their divine master by name without using an honorific. It was practically blasphemy!
"I'm not the nanny of the High Elves or anyone else... Alli, you seem to have forgotten something. I am the Divine Lord you worship and revere, not some servant who answers your every request."
Watching Alleria's chest rise and fall violently, Hu Feng slowly descended.
"If we're talking about responsibility, then all I have is the responsibility to guide you..."
"But the soldiers are dying and being wounded. They..."
Alleria was still extremely anxious after hearing that. Hu Feng patted her shoulder.
"Alright, alright. I'll tell you the truth. This isn't the right time for me to step in... Think about it. I'll have to return to the Kalimdor Continent eventually, right? I can't protect the High Elves forever and fight for you every single time, can I?"
The female ranger opened her mouth, but in the end, she merely nodded and said nothing.
"So this is a good opportunity for you High Elves and humans to build a strong alliance. Although the allied army's first attack was stalled and suffered some casualties, that is a price worth paying for the greater picture ahead."
As he spoke, Hu Feng pointed toward the siege front engulfed in battle.
"Look, the allied army has already begun organizing a second assault. We hold the advantage now, and our casualties aren't too severe. Those Trolls, on the other hand, have suffered terrible losses... So yes, I can help you resolve this, but what about next time? And the time after that? What about after I return to the Kalimdor Continent?"
"Only friendship tempered by war can become the strongest alliance. If the High Elves and humans want to establish themselves in the Eastern Kingdoms, they must support each other if they want a glorious future."
Alleria finally sighed and stamped her foot hard. "Fine, you have a point. I can't argue with you... But I don't care—if there are heavy casualties, you have to intervene!"
"I know. I don't want to see the allied army suffer terrible losses either. These are all battle-hardened veterans. They'll be of great use in the future."
Hu Feng rose into the air again. Watching Alleria hurry back to the front lines to command the Windrunner Rangers, he chuckled and turned his attention back to the battlefield.
Just as Hu Feng had said, after the first siege assault failed, the allied army quickly organized a second wave. The vanguard units that had attacked first had now withdrawn to rest and regroup, while the wounded received careful treatment.
Although there were many wounded soldiers, the number of dead remained within an acceptable range.
The Troll Witch Doctors' voodoo spells were bizarre and deadly, but they took effect slowly. The soldiers and mages afflicted by various voodoo curses had already been taken to the rear for purification.
The allied army had also changed its siege strategy. The mages continued bombarding Zul'Aman relentlessly, while the human army's trebuchets hammered at Zul'Aman's cracked and crumbling walls without pause.
The Highborne and Nightborne attacked even more viciously. They condensed highly concentrated arcane beams, like sharp laser lances of energy, riddling the walls with holes.
Even more terrifyingly, the beams did not stop after piercing the walls. They continued flying onward, and many unlucky Trolls in the city did not even know what had happened before their bodies were blasted through with huge holes that spewed blood and steam.
Boss Hu had been closely watching the situation. It wasn't that he didn't want to act, but deeper reasons had made him decide to wait a little longer.
He had always regarded these voluntary exiles from Quel'Thalas as followers of his Eye of Truth as well. However, because of their noble origins, the High Elves had inherited many of the Highborne's glorious traditions. They had all sorts of unpleasant habits and were cut from the same cloth as their Highborne noble kin.
For example, they were extremely arrogant, looked down on everyone, valued freedom and disorder, and loved luxury...
Although they had been forced to seek help from humans at this stage, deep down, they still looked down on humans as a young, newly risen race.
And the fact that they had named themselves High Elves instead of continuing to use the name Highborne explained quite a few things.
So Boss Hu decided to give these High Elves a warning. Amid the brutal blood and fire, they needed to truly confront their own strength and shortcomings, as well as face their human allies properly.
Although the Night Elves and Highborne of the Kalimdor Continent also possessed that same arrogant flaw, under his long-term and subtle guidance, their inexplicable arrogance and sense of superiority had already been restrained considerably.
Elven society now increasingly possessed a spirit of progress and exploration, rather than blindly thinking itself superior, clinging to old ways, and hiding away on the World Tree Teldrassil until the end of time.
Simply put, if the stubborn and arrogant elf race wanted to change, it needed a powerful outside force to intervene. War could do it, and Titans could too.
Back at the front lines, Zul'Aman was now on the verge of collapse. Its walls were damaged or had fallen in many places, and the city was about to be breached.
Hu Feng decided to give things a push and add fuel to the fire.
He slowly floated higher into the air as violent magical fluctuations like purple lightning began spreading from his body. Both sides immediately noticed him.
The Troll Witch Doctors did not know who he was, but he clearly did not look like an easy opponent. Countless voodoo curses immediately converged on him.
Hu Feng did not resist in the slightest, allowing the colorful voodoo spells to engulf him.
Alleria, who was shooting down Trolls on the battlements, glanced back at him worriedly.
But the female ranger's concern was entirely unnecessary. The brightly glowing voodoo was sucked dry in the blink of an eye, as though an invisible vortex had instantly drained it all away.
"Origin of Divine Power, Azeroth Binder of Magic"—this Titan-made supreme artifact staff absorbed every last bit of energy.
Then everyone faintly heard a voice, seemingly coming from the staff, echo in their minds.
"Not enough... Still not enough. I need more! If you won't give it to me, then I'll kill every last one of you!"
The staff immediately slipped free from its owner's hand and began floating around Hu Feng on its own. It then let out a sinister laugh in everyone's minds and unleashed a sky-filling barrage of spells at the Trolls.
Enlarged Arcane Barrages, widened Blizzards, Flame Storms that locked onto Troll soldiers and chased them down as they burned... Everything came crashing into Zul'Aman City at once, instantly filling it with screams and wails.
The allied army's mages clicked their tongues in amazement.
Titan creations really were terrifyingly powerful. It even possessed its own will and needed no control from its owner. It was practically an artificial Archmage.
Boss Hu had also finished preparing. He raised one hand toward Zul'Aman, and the enormous Runic Disk behind him began to twist and transform before expanding into a massive, slowly spinning vortex of energy. Terrifying energy fluctuations and pressure spread outward like a tide.
"Here we go..."
The violently surging energy vortex began firing countless thick arcane beams in rapid succession, forming an energy tsunami that crashed into everything ahead.
Zul'Aman's walls were collapsing and disintegrating at a visible rate.
Then came the city itself. The districts of Zul'Aman closest to the walls were rapidly flattened, as if an invisible bulldozer had rolled over them.
"Now, the entire army attacks. Kill every enemy who dares resist."
"Before sunset, I don't want to see even a single living Troll. Carry out my will immediately!"
The allied army froze for a moment, then deep war horns sounded once more.
"Attack! Attack! By decree of the Titan Divine Lord, charge in! Kill all enemies! Take no prisoners!"
Human and elven soldiers began a collective charge toward Zul'Aman, which no longer had any walls blocking their path.
Whatever the original attack plan had been, it no longer mattered.
No one dared defy a Titan's command.
Trolls might be hard to kill, but the Divine Lord's wrath was surely even more terrifying, wasn't it?
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