Stormpike

Seeing the Dwarves turn and run, Zul'ra took off after him, but instead of running in a straight line, he circled around to the side. Although he had been dominating the dwarf earlier, this dwarf was no pushover; who knew what tricks he might have up his sleeve, like a sudden, powerful blow or a dragging sword technique? ♔💋 💘💥

The roundabout chase involved a long distance, and anyone else would have lost him in no time. Although the Dwarves Fandral Stormpike in his Avatar form had short legs, he was fast. However, Zul'ra was not slow either, and his legs were longer than his, so he caught up with him from the side in just a few seconds.

"You still want to run?" Zul'ra slowly approached the Dwarves and blocked his short legs with her cane, causing the yellow-bearded Dwarves to roll on the ground in an instant.

Seeing the guy rolling on the ground, Zul'ra stepped forward and stomped on his back, pressing him hard into the ground twice. As he dropped his hammer and axe and braced himself with his hands, Sanra reached out to grab his ankle, intending to lift him up and take him back.

"I'm going to kill you." The Dwarves, whose skin was metallic silver-gray, felt dizzy and disoriented. He felt his ankle being lifted up and struggled with a fierce roar.

Zul'ra watched the dwarf struggling and kicking, even trying to grab back his warhammer and hand axe. She pursed her lips, forcefully dragged him off the ground, and then swung him around with all her might, sending him crashing to the ground four or five times.

"So sturdy!" Zul'ra grabbed the Dwarves by the ankle and held him upside down in front of her. She couldn't help but twitch. Was this Dwarves Avatar earth? He was unharmed after being hit like that, and she had heard that he was immune to all magic.

"Trolls, let me go! If you've got the guts, fight me head-on!" Fandral cried out, his eyes bloodshot with urgency.

"This isn't a direct confrontation!" Zul'ra looked at Fandral, who was still shouting with energy, and threw him to the ground twice more. Then she half-lifted him and walked back. The battle on the battlefield was over, but unexpectedly, there were still thirty or forty Dwarves prisoners. Warrior were all like iron cans, and although they were not dead, they were bruised and broken.

"Gather all the wounded together, I'll check on them." Zul'ra threw Fandral to the ground, and several Orcs rushed up like wolves and tigers, forcing him to his knees.

"Let me go, let me go! I'm going to kill you all, you filthy bastards! If you dare, let me go!" Fandral Stormpike maintained his Avatar demeanor, his skin a metallic silver-gray. He was pinned to the ground by four or five Orcs, yet he continued to struggle, displaying extraordinary divine power.

"Strip him of his armor." Zul'ra looked at the four or five Orcs tugging at each other, and at Fandral was still struggling, and couldn't help but say. Hearing this, the Orcs quickly took action and stripped the thick armor off the Stormpike Dwarves's body and threw it aside.

"Let me go, let me go!" Fandral shouted in his thick throat, but he was still pinned down by several Orcs and could only watch as his armor was stripped away.

"If he keeps yelling, strip him naked, hang him up in a tree trunk, and let everyone see who he is," Zul'ra said loudly, looking at the Dwarves wearing lined armor.

"..." The rough, loud curse was instantly swallowed back down his throat, and the Stormpike Dwarves's silver-grey face flushed slightly.

Zul'ra looked at the finally subdued Stormpike Dwarves, let out a slight sigh, turned around and planted her wooden staff in the ground. Then she examined the wounded Orcs, gathered the less seriously injured ones around the staff, and began to activate the healing magic on the staff.

Zul'ra's cane is made from a specially cultivated plant. The cane is nearly two meters long, with a forked root as the handle and a two-finger-thick top as the tip. Zul'ra inserts the tip into the ground, then chants a spell. Several green leaves and buds sprout from the forked root handle, and then release waves of magical energy outward.

The wounded leaning against the cane were cleansed by magical energy, and their wounds began to stop bleeding and scab over. Meanwhile, Zul'ra examined the other wounded, talking to them and removing the bullets from their wounds before leading them to the cane to receive magical healing.

"Zul'ra Jin, another Dwarves army is coming." Just as Zul'ra was treating the wounded, a raider rode up on Worg.

"Fandral Stormpike, are those your men?" Zul'ra healed an Orcs, then strode over to the bound Dwarves Fandral.

"Hmph!" Fandral had already returned to normal. Looking at the Trolls in front of him, he let out a soft snort and turned his head away.

"Why did you order your men to attack us just now?" Zul'ra looked up slightly at the disdainful Dwarves and asked.

"Ha, my men attacked you?" Fandral let out an exaggerated shout, but unsurprisingly, it implied that they were not the ones who initiated the attack.

"Capture a Dwarves and have him answer. Get the armored Warrior to the front and prepare for battle. Wolf riders, get ready too. The rest of you, take a detour and leave." Zul'ra turned to the Orcs and gave the order. Based on the reputation he had built up, Orcs immediately ran to do it. The Orcs were quite disciplined, and the crowd quickly began to split up. At the same time, a Dwarves Warrior was grabbed by the arm and dragged in front of Zul'ra.

"Tell him how you attacked us?" Zul'ra looked at the Dwarves Warrior who had been dragged over and pointed at Fandral.

"It's Captain Qili. He says the Orcs will wash away their sins in Khaz Modan with their blood." The young Dwarves Warrior was brought over had a sparse beard. He looked at General Stormpike with wide eyes and, seeing that the general didn't give him any indication, told him what had happened.

"Where is your Captain Qili?" Zul'ra asked.

"He's dead. He was just killed."

"Fandral, now?" Zul'ra looked at General Stormpike, who was staring intently at her.

"What do you want?" Fandral asked, glaring at him.

"Now I'm asking you a question. If you don't want to answer, fine. You, I'll let you go back and tell your companions that Fandral is in my hands. By the way, is he your leader? Are there any people on your side stronger than him?" Zul'ra looked at the silent Fandral, then turned and pointed at the young Dwarves Warrior.

"Fandral is our general." The Dwarves Warrior looked somewhat innocent, but he had no choice but to answer.

"Alright, go back now! Tell your later companions that Fandral is in my hands." Zul'ra pointed to the figures faintly appearing on the distant hills. It was an army of Dwarves. The Dwarves Warrior glanced at Fandral, but seeing that he didn't speak or react, they could only run away on their short legs.

"Hey, Fandral, what are you doing here?" Zul'ra stared at the Dwarves army in the distance, her eyes widening. She turned to Fandral, wondering what these Dwarves were doing in Lordaeron's territory.

"We were planning to explore Alterac." Fandral, holding his breath as he watched the Dwarves Warrior run away. He had been thoroughly betrayed by his subordinates this time.

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