Dawn of Lordaeron

You can search "Lordaeron's Dawn Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!The troops led by Sylvanas soon reached the border of Bantinorel. After meeting with the patrolling Farstriders, Sylvanas immediately contacted Lother, who was still in front, using magic communication tools. Ma.

"Madam, have you arrived yet?"

"Lor'themar, I'm back, let everyone prepare first, and wait for my order."

Not long after talking with Lor'themar, Alsace's figure appeared in her vision, and Alsala, who was running wild, stopped in front of the barrier not long after.

"You are hurt?"

When Arthas dismounted, Sylvanas noticed the hideous claw marks on his back armor.

"Holy light, no." Arthas threw Haraz's head on the ground, "The'Lynx' who just hunted, but it was a pity that I smashed his body."

Sylvanas looked at the head of the powerful enemy, kicked it with her foot, and said with some surprise, "Did you kill that priest? How did you do it?"

She thinks that in the dark jungle, even if she can exert her full strength, she can at most deal with this priest who is blessed by the gods. If she wants to kill the opponent, she must set up traps in advance and be fully prepared. Have the opportunity.

And a paladin who is not very good at speed and is just a stake in theory can kill the opponent?This made Sylvanas very puzzled.

"He is very fast, but he is not very resistant to beatings, so I figured out a way to slow him down." Arthas explained casually, "You can inform the frontline troops to retreat. Hurry up, trolls. It should have been known that their priest had missed it."

"Of course," Sylvanas took the head of the troll priest after giving Lor'themar an evacuation order, "This is a great feat. We have not killed the high-ranking priest of the God of Loa for thousands of years. I want to see this. Even Silvermoon Council can't spare their reward."

"It's a pity that I am not a ranger of Silvermoon City, so I can't receive this reward," Arthas joked, "and I don't have the habit of collecting enemy heads."

"I don't have the habit of snatching other people's spoils," Sylvanas took a spear from her subordinates, inserted the troll priest's head on it, and stood on the high wall of the fortress. "But this guy's The head should make those trolls remember a little bit, so let him hang here first."

"But I will not let your hard work in vain. After the battle, I sincerely invite you to come to Windrunner Manor as a guest. Even if Silvermoon Council does not pay you, I will give you some personal thanks and compensation."

A strange look flashed in Sylvanas' eyes-this human prince really has an appetite for her, how long has she not seen such an interesting and powerful human?Five hundred years?Or a thousand years?

And he is still a prince, maybe this can be a breakthrough for the elves to recognize the world again?

Sylvanas has long been tired of the arrogance and arrogance of the elves, although many enlightened people, including her, felt that teaching human magic was a wrong decision, but the times have changed and the elves are no longer a superior existence. Up.

"After making those trolls pay the price, I will be there, madam."

While waiting for the troops to withdraw to the Bantinorel enchantment, Arthas threw away his torn blue-gold cloak and took out the spare armor from the space package hung on the belt.

The space package is the proud work of the mages, and it can only be produced with extremely high attainments in enchanting technology and space spells, so it is expensive.

However, the storage space of this kind of package is not particularly large, generally only a few cubic meters in size, and can't fit too much.

According to the wizards, too much space will cause the package to become unstable. If you don't want your things to be transported to some strange place in the Twisting Void, don't make the package too big.

And it's best not to put dangerous and unstable magic items in your bag, otherwise your personal belongings are likely to be completely annihilated in a magic explosion.

Right, a typical magical creation, practical, mysterious and dangerous.

Of course, there are also the space folding technology of goblins and dwarves. I don’t know how these guys came up with such black technology in this era when steam technology is not yet popular. It’s just the risk of those containers, probably magic creations. The risk of multiplying ten times.

After putting on a brand new armor, Arthas entered the command room of Farstrider Fortress, where Sylvanas was making strategic deployments.

After seeing Arthas coming, she nodded and signaled, "You are here. Just now, our scouts came news that the trolls are mobilizing an army of about 8,000 people." Fanshu Novel Network www.fanshu8xs.com

"It looks like the trolls want to avenge their high priests."

Arthas was not surprised. After paying such a big price, Zul'jin would certainly not give up until he failed to achieve his goal or paid a heavy price.

There are more than eight thousand trolls, but they are not all of their strength. It shows that Zul'jin does not intend to fight for life and death. If it is really desperate, send an army of tens of thousands, even with the Bantino Reel knot. In the world, their two thousand defenders are also very bad luck.

The Bantino Reel enchantment will greatly weaken the enemy’s spellcasters and other extraordinary powers, but it is not a magic wall, and it cannot completely block the trolls outside. The ordinary army sent by the trolls is in After entering the enchantment, there is still combat effectiveness.

But this should be Zul'jin's last attempt. He must be still busy restructuring his troll empire. If the loss is too great, the tribe he has worked so hard to gather may leave him again.

If this army of trolls can be hit hard, Zul'jin's prestige will definitely be hit, and he must spend more time to consolidate his position.

In his plans for the next few years, Arthas had no plans to fight with the Amani trolls. This time, killing a high-ranking priest of them was already a blood profit.

Next, as long as he helps the elves defend the offensive of the trolls, he can continue to lay out in the Eastern Kingdom and plan another very crucial thing.

After assisting in arranging the fortifications, Sylvanas found Arthas alone, "I think it’s time to solve the curse on me. I don’t want to be in the rear when the Farstriders fight to the death. Wait."

"I will try my best, ma'am, but this process is probably not easy."

Arthas tried to explain to the ranger general the pain that might be caused by dispelling the demigod curse, but Sylvanas did not care.

"The Windrunner family has never been afraid of a little pain, your lord, don't worry about the treatment."

——After half an hour, Sylvanas regretted it.

"Damn it! Isn't it okay?!"

The elegant lady could hardly breathe fragrance in self-control. Arthas’s methods were too rough. Compared with other priests and paladins, his power of holy light was like a sharp knife. The curse is scraped off a little bit.

"Relax, ma'am."

"How long will you take!"

"Maybe another hour?" Arthas frowned and focused on the traces of the curse, as if this pure light still couldn't be quickly erased?

So he increased the concentration of the Holy Light again.

"Ah!!! Are you sure you are dispelling the curse and not trying to kill me?! This is even more unbearable than before!"

Sylvanas’ forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the burning feeling of rupture even poured into her heart, starting a tug of war with the curse. She couldn’t understand why Alsace’s holy light was like flames, without a gentle feeling at all. .

Arthas was not easy either. He had to carefully control his power, so as not to really turn Sylvanas into a light elf, otherwise Sylvanas would definitely find himself desperately.

Fortunately, the whole process did not cause any side effects with greater impact, except for "some" pain.

When Sylvanas heard that Alsace said it was over, her whole body was almost soft on the chair. She raised a hand with difficulty and pointed at Arthas, "I...I never I will find you for any treatment...this is simply torture."

Arthas smiled awkwardly, "In fact, it's not that this curse is too difficult to dispel, it won't be so uncomfortable under normal circumstances."

Sylvanas rolled her eyes. She would never believe Alsace's nonsense again. She felt like she had stepped out of a flame storm of an archmage-this guy is actually a master of elemental magic. Master, right?

"You take a rest first." After Alsace confirmed that the curse had been completely eliminated, he smeared the soles of his feet and left here, otherwise stay here to see Sylvanas' face?