Dawn of Lordaeron

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The elves were on the front line in the eastern part of the forest. An elven ranger rushed into the command post behind him, panting for battle reports.

"Damn troll!"

The Ranger General, Sylvanas Windrunner, who was speculating about the trolls' specific intentions and possible offensive routes, quickly picked up her longbow and rushed to the front line non-stop.

"——Farstriders, in the name of daylight, defend the line!"

At this time, the elven rangers were shooting the trolls who were trying to attack the front line, but the trolls relied on their powerful self-healing ability and wore a tattered wooden shield, trying to get closer to the rangers to start a melee fight.

The position of the elves is actually an outpost established by the Farstrider Rangers. Apart from the basic barricades, there is no tall city wall to hold on, and even the mana crystals to maintain the magic barrier are scarce.

As a result, the magic barrier could not be opened at all, and could only be used at a critical moment.

Under the influence of various factors, Sylvanas didn’t know how long her thousand and five hundred people could hold here. She could only hope that the so-called support would arrive faster, otherwise they would have to withdraw. Within the world, that is a great shame for the Farstriders not seen in a thousand years.

The number of trolls is more than the results obtained by the scouts during the first investigation. Sylvanas estimated that the number of trolls may have been around 8,000, and this number is still rising.

This makes Sylvanas, who has been fighting with trolls all year long, very puzzled. Are these trolls crazy?Gathering an army of possibly tens of thousands of people, and then retreating after dropping dozens of hundreds of corpses in front of the front every day?

Even the trolls who competed with her all the year round were at a loss, but there was too little information for analysis. Sylvanas could only keep her doubts in her heart, and now her attention must be on the battle.

Familiarly drew an arrow from the quiver and placed it on the longbow. Sylvanas pulls the bow to shoot a precise and destructive blow, directly bringing a front troll with a shield to his head. Shot through.

The general ranger easily kills those trolls who are too close and may threaten the line with his skill.

At this moment, a cry of pain reached Sylvanas’ ears, her pointed ears shook slightly, and she cast her gaze over. An elf ranger was scratched by a spear thrown by the troll before his death. He lost his right arm and temporarily lost the ability to shoot.

But soon someone took the place of the ranger, and the injured ranger was taken to the rear by his comrades for treatment to check whether he had been voodoo by the troll.

After such an episode, Sylvanas with excellent eyesight saw a rickety figure wearing a weird mask and leaning on a cane in the afterglow of the sunset in the distance.

Sylvanas subconsciously drew out a special magic-breaking arrow and aimed it with a bow, but after a moment, she gave up again.

An unpleasant look flashed across her delicate face—the witch doctor was too far away, and the opponent was not just a brute force, brainless troll fodder, and at this distance she was not sure of killing with one blow.

"Get closer..." Sylvanas silently calculated the distance of the witch doctor, and she left the front and jumped onto a big tree quickly and silently.

No matter how many ordinary trolls died, it would not help. They also helped the trolls reduce the number of them fighting for food, but killing a witch doctor might cause a clan to suffer severe damage.In the past few days, Sylvanas has killed two or three troll witch doctors.

The witch doctor seemed to be unaware of the danger. He brought a few trolls around in the back of the battlefield, and he did not see him using voodoo spells. After all, the arrows of the elves were shot at this distance. Not fatal at all.

It's just that Sylvanas' kill range is much farther than the average ranger!

Finally, the witch doctor walked into the distance that Sylvanas had full control, and the general ranger had a determined and cold expression, and the demon-breaking arrow was firmly on the bow.

"Wow!"

There was a slight break through the air, and Sylvanas' arrows pierced the mask of the witch doctor precisely through the gaps between several troll guards.

The old troll fell to the ground, and the weird wooden mask fell on the ground and split in two. However, when Sylvanas saw the face behind the mask, she immediately realized that something was wrong.Yoyo Book Union www.uutxts.com

——Is that the facial print that only troll slaves have?

——This is not a witch doctor at all, but a bait!

"Pointy ears, it's hit."

A strange laughter flashed in Sylvanas’ ears, her expression changed and she quickly returned to the front line. At the same time, Sylvanas felt her heart as if being squeezed by someone. The same, severe pain spread all over her limbs, even standing requires great perseverance.

She immediately realized that this was a bait specially set by the troll for her, and even deliberately sent a few witch doctors a few days ago to let her shoot and relax her vigilance!

The troll’s voodoo magic is extremely strange. The troll slave was definitely cursed by several powerful witch doctors. The magic jewelry in Sylvanas’s arms broke instantly after resisting some of them, becoming dim. .

A sense of weakness is all over her body, Sylvanas’ forehead is covered with cold sweat, and the trolls’ loose offensives these days have made herself forget their cunning and vicious characteristics. She relies on the magic pendant made by the Great Master of Silvermoon City and completely ignores it. The possible risk of killing the witch doctor.

This is a fatal mistake.

With the corpses of hundreds of trolls and the lives of several witch doctors, the trolls successfully smashed the elf ranger general.

Just as Sylvanas was injured, there was the sound of troll drums in the forest, and countless troll warriors swarmed out, forming a dark green wave swarming toward the front.

"Hold the front!" Sylvanas gritted her teeth and ordered, and immediately opened the magic barrier at the outpost. This can withstand the troll's offensive, but under their zealous attack, the existing mana crystals can't support it. a couple of hours.

The arrows of the rangers fell on the army of trolls like raindrops, penetrating countless crazy trolls, but these fierce and undaunted guys stepped on the corpses of the same clan and continued to charge wildly.

Supported by the two guards, Sylvanas left the front line. After returning to the command's camp, Sylvanas's face became hideous due to pain, and dense black lines appeared on her white neck. .

The elven priest hurriedly came to treat her, but their dispelling skills couldn't dispel the curse on her—the power was stronger than all the voodoo they had seen.

A priest could only use the Holy Light to suppress the pain for Sylvanas, and Windrunner's face improved a little, "Thank you, I feel better."

"Ms. Windrunner," the elf priest looked extremely solemn, "This curse is beyond my ability. I can't dispel it. I can only use the Holy Light to temporarily suppress your pain."

"At least I can continue fighting now." Sylvanas still wanted to pick up her longbow and continue fighting.

"No, ma'am, you can use your own power to make this curse spread faster. My suggestion is to go back to Silvermoon City and receive treatment by the archmage or high-level priest." The elf priest said sternly, "Now fighting is equivalent to suicide. ."

"But the Farstriders are still fighting bravely! How can I retreat first?" Sylvanas' tough attitude made her subordinates very embarrassed.

They all knew that it was only a matter of time before this outpost fell after the magic barrier was broken by the troll. It is no longer a question of whether to fight or not, but how to evacuate.

Although the trolls cannot bypass the position and set up ambushes directly on the way back, they are not slower than the elves in the woods.

Once caught up, relative to the long-range combat capability, the rangers' weak melee capabilities will make them suffer heavy losses in hand-to-hand combat.

Sylvanas knew this very well, and when her expression was uncertain, the low horn sounded into the command camp.

"What sound is this?" The elves have a keen sense of hearing. Even if the sound of killing is screaming outside, they can still catch this unique horn sound.

Sylvanas' eyes lit up, "This is Lordaeron's offensive horn! Our reinforcements are here!"

In fact, she had no hope for support. She almost said the word retreat just now, but now the situation has turned around again!