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Chapter 115 Escape

"Then, my friends, are you willing to join me in rescuing your leader?"

The elder was very surprised when he heard this. He was stunned for a moment, but soon responded excitedly:

"Of course, my friend, thank you for your help. Without you, I'm afraid we would have no choice but to return to our tribe to inform our people and then think of other ways!"

Seeing that things were going very smoothly, Red suggested to the troll:

"Then gather your troops as quickly as possible. We need to attack quickly, otherwise we may have to face those traitors you mentioned!"

"Okay, just wait a moment!"

The troll quickly began to move. As he roared, the young and strong trolls began to gather together. In the blink of an eye, a team of several hundred people gathered.

After Red gathered his orc troops, he ambushed them near the path that Zul'jin's prisoner cart had to take, which was a small slope in the Hillsbrad Foothills.

After a while, there was a crackling sound, followed by noisy footsteps. The high elves and human troops passed the small slope, and in the center of the team was Zul'jin's prison cart. It was called a prison cart, but it was just a cart carrying a cage. Zul'jin could be seen inside through the surrounding railings.

Compared to ordinary trolls, Zul'jin is more sturdy, with white hair that falls loosely on his shoulders. Although he looks very weak, his eyes contain several things that ordinary trolls do not have - ambition and hope.

The prison car bumped from time to time along the rugged road, but Zul'jin seemed to have no reaction to it.

There were many cuts on his body, and blood was still flowing out. It seemed that humans did not treat Zul'jin well after capturing him, but instead used this method to continuously consume the troll's physical strength.

Red could still faintly hear the conversation between humans and high elves.

"This troll's wounds haven't healed. It seems his strength has been exhausted!"

The high elves responded

"Don't be careless! Human, as the leader of the trolls, he is very cunning and good at forbearance. This may just be his disguise!"

As they talked, Red issued the order

"attack!"

The horn sounded on the hillside, and then orcs and trolls began to emerge from all directions. They rushed towards Zul'jin's prisoner car. Their purpose was very obvious. They wanted to rescue Zul'jin. The human commander looked at so many orcs and trolls and said anxiously:

"Quick! Soldiers, defend, don't let these beasts take the prisoners."

The sudden appearance of the orcs and trolls prevented humans and high elves from responding correctly in time. In the face of orcs and trolls that outnumbered them, their appearance made everyone panic.

The two soon engaged in a melee, but the strength of the individuals in both the Orc and Troll races was exceptional, giving them a great advantage in the battle between lower-level troops.

In the blink of an eye, the human forces were dispersed.

Red finally broke through to the front of Zul'jin's cage. After seeing Red, the high elf team shouted at the soldiers guarding the cage.

"Kill Zul'jin! Never let him lead the trolls again!"

After saying that, they quickly moved around the battlefield, dodged one orc after another, and blocked Red's way. When Red saw the elves blocking his way, he understood that it would not be possible to save Zul'jin easily!

The human soldiers guarding Zul'jin heard the voice of the high elves. They subconsciously relied on instinct to carry out the order, but found that the cage had become Zul'jin's armor and the soldiers could hardly touch him. A soldier who still had some rationality touched the dagger at his waist, pulled it out, and came to Zul'jin's back which was leaning against the cage.

The moment the soldier was about to stab the dagger, a pair of hands grabbed the hand holding the dagger. It was a strong, muscular, green arm. The human soldier looked at the hands, confusion, and unknown fear filled his mind.

Then his hand was twisted by the green arm and dislocated, and the dagger he was holding was loosened. Pain filled the soldier's brain, and he couldn't help but roar "Ah! Ah ah..."

The dagger was caught by another green hand as it fell down. It was Zul'jin. His condition was not that serious at all. The so-called weakness was just part of his disguise. Zul'jin's eyes became bright again and he stood up from the cage again.

When the high elves who were trying to stop Red saw the scene on the prison cart, they immediately had a bad feeling. When her compatriots were trying to stop Red, a female high elf shot an arrow at Zul'jin's head in the center of the prison cart.

The arrow shot towards Zul'jin with precision and speed. Zul'jin picked up the dagger in his hand at an extremely fast speed to protect his brain. The arrow collided with the dagger, making a "sizzling" sound of friction. The dagger rubbed against the arrow, slightly shifting its direction and hitting a wooden pole beside him.

Zul'jin held the arrow in his left hand, pulled it out, and then threw it heavily, hitting the iron chain that locked the wooden door. "Bang", "Dang", accompanied by a loud sound, the arrow bent into an arc, and the iron chain broke.

Zul'jin opened the wooden door of the prison cart and jumped off the cart. At this moment, Zul'jin seemed to have become the focus. Everyone looked at the huge troll with infinite fear.