Seeing his comrades split into two groups and head off, the pursuit began.
Taelan Fordring was in bad shape. Blood occasionally trickled down his golden Armor of the Source of Order. He couldn't tell whether it was his or the trolls'.
Cleansing Aura could no longer restore the vitality he'd lost. He'd already been hit by several Lightning Bolts and even more javelins. He was under siege by the united trolls of Zul'Mashar and the remaining Amani Trolls.
At first, he hadn't understood why these trolls were so determined to kill him. He'd come up with all sorts of explanations.
The most likely one was that the nobles had colluded with the trolls. Then that strange quest had made him realize the Bronze Dragonflight was involved, too! That was why recent events had felt so strange. But why had they only started interfering now? Why hadn't they done so when he first arrived in Dalaran?
Losing their leader had sent the remaining Amani Trolls into a fury. Too many had died, and their hatred made them fearless. More importantly, their powerful enemy was wounded. They were about to win!
Twisted Branch had also found a way to deal with Taelan Fordring: the Earthbind Totem. After fighting for so long, it had realized this human was unusual. All the Shadow Spells and Voodoo spells had little effect on him, including the powerful Hex.
But he had far less resistance to nature magic. Its Lightning Bolt, for example, could deal him heavy damage. So Twisted Branch and the two remaining Shamans took turns using Earthbind Totems against him.
Taelan was alone, with no one to clear the Totem, which had little durability. As a result, he was surrounded in the open for the first time. He had no choice but to use