Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

In the elf fortress, Aristophanes was looking at the blue lines that kept moving on the map, while Taranas was introducing the battle situation.

"That is to say, the mixed army led by Lor'themar is very strong?"

"That's right. If the line of defense were those of the First Ranger Legion or the Second Ranger Legion, I'm afraid our defense line would have collapsed under the tide of trolls."

Aristophanes nodded, and Li Reza suddenly said, "When Sylvanas led the reinforcements, I saw that they were wearing full-coverage armor, and it wasn't leather armor. Is that your new invention?"

"It's not a new invention, but the ranger's defense and agility have been enhanced through enchantment and mechanical structure. I will show this armor to the public after this battle is over."

"Why? I think it's fine for a ranger to wear enchanted leather armor. The defensive ability has a magic shield. There is no need to spend energy on it."

"So I just equipped a few ranger teams experimentally. We'll talk about the specific results when Cirvanas comes back. The most urgent task now is to drive the trolls back."

Seeing this, Li Reisa also gave up entanglement with this issue, and turned to look at Taranas: "Let's counterattack across the board."

"Okay, then I'll go to the front line." Taranas moved his body, his pupils kept dilated and shrunk, and his tone gradually became excited, "I'm planning to compete with that troll before. "

At this time, Aristophanes seemed to feel something, and said to the two people in front of him: "I have something to do, you should command first."

After speaking, a flash of blue light flashed, and the elf mage disappeared in place. Taranas also picked up the weapon at the side and jumped out of the window, leading Alleria and her team all the way south, heading straight for the pass.

In the jungle, Aristophanes first released several layers of spell shields for himself, and then drew circles with both hands. The ground beneath the ground instantly twisted and changed like waves, and at the same time, invisible space barriers appeared around him, accompanied by a burst of trolls speaking, a strange troll appeared in front of him cursing.

I hold Aristophanes Ebonchill in my hand, and my purple eyes are staring at the troll Reaper in front of me.

"Oh oh oh, let me see who is looking for old Bwonsamdi..." the troll said while looking at the elf standing below, "It's actually a Quel'dorei, this familiar smell is strange, really weird..."

Then he spun around in the air and sat on the tree trunk next to him: "Tell me, elf, what do you want from old Bwonsamdi?"

"Hello, dear Death?" Aristophanes bent slightly. "And why are you here?"

"Where there's a troll dying, there's old Bwonsamdi,

Elf?" Bwonsamdi disappeared suddenly? Then came to the side of the elf mage, stretched out his right hand and put it on the elf's shoulder? "I remembered who you are, you were there when the northern trolls died on a large scale ? Hahaha? A person like you can be called the messenger of death..."

"I banished Haka."

Bwonsamdi froze in place immediately, his pupils burning with strange blue-green flames looked up and down the elf mage: "No wonder I feel that you have something that makes me feel terrible..."

"Okay, let's stop talking, you can collect the troll souls on the battlefield? But you can't interfere with our pursuit of the Gurubashi trolls."

"Deal!" Bwonsamdi nodded, and his expression became serious, "Those my former believers dared to give up on the guy I transferred to Haka. If that's the case, let their souls come to atone for the old Bwonsamdi's sin." Bar!"

"Very well, I hope you don't disturb our work, otherwise I will definitely expel you like I expelled Haka!"

"Well? Don't be so serious, brother elf?" Bwonsamdi returned to his hippie smile again, "I believe you have the strength? How about, do you want old Bwonsamdi to help you?"

Aristophanes looked at the Grim Reaper with a smirk on his face and shook his head helplessly: "That's it? Goodbye? Oh no, never again."

Afterwards, the elf mage canceled the restriction on the space and left here, while Bwonsamdi floated in place, the hippie smile on his face disappeared, and instead stared at the place where Aristophanes disappeared, frowning: "This elf has a lot of power. My secret, well, it looks like I need to pay more attention to him."

On the other side, under the leadership of Lor'themar and Sylvanas, the elves began to counterattack across the board, and the trolls who lost the blessing of Hakkar suddenly fell into a panic. They kept retreating, even though Mandokir killed Many people are still unable to prevent the rout from happening.

"My lord, let's retreat quickly! Those long ears are about to kill them!"

"...Let's go," Mandokir has come to his senses at this time, feeling his body has returned to normal strength, he understands that Jindu has failed, "There must be someone to cover you, go, I will stay Block those long ears here."

Suddenly his velociraptor Orgen wailed, took a few steps forward and knelt down on the ground, quickly losing his breath.

A trace of sadness flashed in Mandokir's eyes, but he immediately pulled out the long sword at his waist: "The blood lord's guards are assembled, for the sake of Gurubashi, stop those elves!"

"Huha!"

Several teams of trolls in blood-red leather armor roared towards Lor'themar and Magni who rushed out of the jungle, directly blocked them, and instantly blood waves flew, but more elf rangers rushed out, Bypassing them kept harvesting the lives of the trolls.

So more trolls rushed towards the pass screaming, and Mandokir stood like a rock in front of the pass, letting the trolls bypass him and enter Stranglethorn Vale to the south.

Soon the first elf ranger came to his side and slashed with a knife. Mandokir bent down and drew the sword instantly, piercing the elf ranger's chest in front of him, and then kicked it out forcefully. The ranger in front was hit by this ranger and rolled down.

A trace of disdain flashed in Mandokir's eyes, and then he lowered his head and said in a blunt common language: "Let that ~Dragon Blood Traveler~ come here, you are not opponents."

A trace of anger flashed across the faces of the elf rangers in front of him. If the bows and arrows hadn't been exhausted in the pursuit just now, they would have let the troll know the horror of elf bow skills.

"What's the matter? Why stop here?" Lor'themar beheaded the berserker in front of him at this moment, and rushed to the confrontation place.

"This troll seems to be a big shot, we are not opponents, and he wants to see Captain Taranas by name."

Lor'themar frowned. "What are our orders?"

"Remove the trolls at all costs until they are all driven back to the southern jungles!"

Lor'themar was furious: "Then tell me, what does it mean to do whatever it takes?"

"...Yes, Captain, I understand!" The ranger waved his hand immediately after finishing speaking, and the elves who stopped at the bottom of the steep slope quickly gathered, and then rushed towards the pass.

Mandokir's eyes were cold, and he slashed at the first elf with a sword in one hand. The ranger blocked his sword attack, but the troll repeated the old trick and kicked the elf rangers into rolling gourds again.

Lor'themar looked at the rangers rolling down and the somewhat narrow pass, and couldn't help sighing. The rangers under him were still inexperienced, and he was about to step forward to kill the troll himself, when suddenly a bird flew out of the jungle. A long steel arrow pierced Mandokir's left leg, and he screamed.

Taranas slowly walked out of the jungle holding the golden bow of Quel'Thalas, and shot again with another all-steel long arrow, but was blocked by Mandokir.

"Here you come, Dragonblood Ranger! Come on, let's carry out our destined fight!" The blood lord shouted loudly as he watched Taranas approaching.

"Lor'themar, you lead the others to continue the pursuit, and I will help you keep an eye on this troll."

"Yes! Let's go!" Lor'themar stepped forward immediately. Mandokir wanted to stop him, but Taranas' arrow flew in front of him in an instant. The troll could only withdraw his long sword to block the arrow. Therma led the rangers under him to pass through the pass smoothly.

Mandokir kept mocking Taranas, but the elf ranger remained unmoved. Soon the troll was surrounded by steel arrows, and his arms trembled slightly.

"Huh~ Is that so, long ears?"

"As you wish." Taranas approached him at this time, holding the sword in one hand, a brilliance lit up, and at the same time the sound of steel colliding reached everyone's ears, and Mandokir's long sword and head flew straight Going up to the sky, the body wrapped in armor fell heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

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