The moment Taelan Fordring appeared, he drew the attention of the entire Troll army. Just then, Zubrin Twistbranch, who had been commanding the Zul'Mashar Trolls from the rear, suddenly called out in Common Tongue, "Light of the Holy Light?"
Taelan Fordring felt utterly baffled! Something seemed off.
As a Troll, how did Zubrin Twistbranch know my title? He studied the utterly unremarkable Troll carefully but didn't answer.
Bridget also sensed something was wrong. "Ignore it!" she said.
She could tell something was off. Taelan Fordring had never dealt with the Zul'Mashar Trolls.
Most of the time, he either studied the path of Holy Light under Archbishop Faol or was stationed in Darrowshire, learning Dwarven Combat Arts from his Dwarf teacher, Hass Stonebrew. How could they know his name?
Someone beside them interjected, "High Knight Taelan Fordring, hurry up and act. Renault isn't going to make it!" It was Deverlin Agamand, a blunt man.
Taelan Fordring didn't reply, but many thoughts raced through his mind. There was something wrong with this man. He shouldn't have called the commander by his full name in front of the enemy.
Zubrin Twistbranch stopped shouting. He called out a few orders in Trollish to his subordinates, then personally directed all the Zul'Mashar Trolls to attack Taelan Fordring. Faced with so many attackers, Taelan Fordring was momentarily taken aback.
What? Did I dig up your ancestors' graves or something?
(Does anyone still remember this quest?)
You were hiding in the back just a moment ago, and now you're leading the charge yourself?
Taelan Fordring hurriedly took out a shield issued to the Silver Hand's Paladins and channeled Holy Light into it. He activated a skill:
"Holy Shield!"
A powerful beam of Holy Light descended from the sky and struck Taelan Fordring's shield. When the light faded,