Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

With the sound of the horn, troll teams once again attacked the elves' positions on the hillside.

"Raise the arrow! Let it go!"

Accompanied by the elf commander's order, arrows rained down from the sky, part of the running trolls raised their shields, and the other part quickly hid under the shields of their companions.

"Tuk tuk tuk", the bow and arrow nailed to the shield made a sound, except for a very few unlucky trolls who were shot by bows and arrows, the other trolls were intact.

"Tustingoo!" The trolls charged again.

"Magic arrows, shoot freely!" After giving the order, Creevy Windrunner shot the flaming arrows in his hand first, and a troll in the distance burst into flames and exploded.

At this time, the sound of explosions was everywhere on the battlefield, and the elves shot out activated magic arrows one after another. The attacking troll was severely injured and receded like a tide.

"Hoo..." Creevey Windrunner heaved a sigh of relief, he wiped his sweat and relaxed his arms. This was the sixth attack since the trolls launched their offensive. Although the trolls would drop a large number of corpses each time, they still kept rushing towards the defense line.

"Commander, our weapon supplies are not enough." An elf approached Creevey and said.

"There are many?"

"On average, there are only two pots of arrows left for each ranger, and less than ten magic arrows."

"Continue to send messages to Silvermoon City, urging them to hurry up! And we must hold this line of defense, behind us is Taquilin, once the trolls capture here, they can enter Eversong Forest, and the consequences will be disastrous, do you understand? "

"Understood, Commander!"

The troll attacked again, and retreated quickly after the rangers fired arrows again.

"Commander, they are tempting us to consume supplies!"

"I understand, let the rangers prepare for close combat!"

The commander of the First Ranger Legion was shocked: "But Lord Creevey, if this happens, our casualties will be very heavy!"

"We may die in close combat, but our family can at least live in peace for a few more days! If we can't stop today's offensive, all the elves will die! Hurry up and ask where the damned reinforcements are!"

The trolls charged up again. This time there were not only ordinary troll warriors, but also some giant trolls mixed in. It seemed that the commander on the opposite side also judged that the elves' armaments were not enough, and planned to complete their efforts in one battle.

"Focus on those giant trolls!" Creevey yelled, firing the last arrow in his hand.

A burst of sparse arrows shot out and pierced those giant trolls. Except for two unlucky ones who were shot in the eyes and caused the arrows to enter the brain and died on the spot, the rest of the giant trolls didn't care about the wounds at all and carried the arrows pierced on their bodies. Just keep going forward.

"Prepare for close combat!" Accompanied by the slogan, the elves threw down their bows and empty quiver, and drew out their melee weapons.

"Anar' belore! For Quel'Thalas!" Seeing the troll approaching, Creevy Windrunner held two one-handed swords and jumped out of the bunker first, fighting with the troll.

Seeing the commander rushing forward, the remaining elves jumped out of the cover one after another, and rushed towards the troll in front of them.

"Die!" Creevey Windrunner blocked a troll's slash with the sword in his left hand, and with a swipe of his right hand, a red line appeared on the troll's neck, and then he knelt down on the ground with a "hissing" sound.

Creevey Windrunner didn't look at him again. After getting rid of it, he quickly found another troll, killed it, found it again, and killed it again. Relying on his nimble steps, superb melee martial arts skills and elite equipment, he set off a bloody storm among the trolls.

Seeing him so unscrupulous, some trolls couldn't sit still. Muriel immediately ordered the giant trolls in the field to lay siege to Creevey Windrunner.

After hearing the command, several giant trolls rushed all the way,

Regardless of whether there was any accidental injury, he rushed in the direction of Creevy Windrunner.

Creevey Windrunner killed the rise, and then found himself surrounded by giant trolls, but he had no fear, and rushed up to fight with the giant trolls while shouting "For the kingdom".

The morale of the elves was greatly boosted, and they tried their best to defeat the offensive of the trolls again.

It was already afternoon, and the sun was emitting a dim light.

"Huh, Hawke, huh, has there been a reply from Silvermoon City?" Creevy Windrunner wiped the sweat from his head with trembling hands, and asked heavily.

"My lord, not yet." Hawk shook his head lightly. He did not return to Silvermoon City after recovering from his injuries. Instead, he joined the First Ranger Legion led by Creevey Windrunner on the spot, and fought in front of Taquilin. Build a line of defense and wait for the trolls to attack together.

"It looks like we are going to die here today." Creevey Windrunner seemed to have thought of something, but he was not depressed. As a veteran of the ranger army, he had a premonition of death, "Be prepared, unless We're all dead, otherwise the trolls wouldn't be able to set foot on the Tarquilin!"

"Yes, Commander!"

In Silvermoon City, Farstrider Square, Kael'thas looked at the mages whispering to each other.

Gradually, the voices of the mages gradually decreased, and the noisy square became quiet.

"Speak, why don't you continue?" Kael'thas' voice was stern, and the fireball flying on his shoulders was spinning rapidly, showing that the master's heart was not at peace.

"..." The place was quiet, and it seemed that the mages also realized that His Royal Highness's mood was not very beautiful.

"Spellbreaker squad out!" Kael'thas ordered, and a small group of tall and strong elves came out behind him. shield.

"This is?" The mages in the square were a little surprised, they had never seen these elves before.

"The lawbreaker team is the law enforcement department of the mage legion. Anyone who violates the mage legion's military order will be killed without mercy!"

"Your Highness, we are the arcanists of Silvermoon City, you have no right to judge us!" An elf mage shouted, and other elves echoed.

Kael'thas stared at the first elf mage who shouted, and he recognized that it was the magister Elton Daywalker who had escaped from the Sun Temple before.

"Oh? It seems that you have a problem with my order?"

Elton Daywalker thought of what his uncle said to himself before he came: "This is the defensive equipment given to you by the great magister. It can withstand two fatal attacks. You should work hard in the mage army and try to become a half-time official." , I can call you back sooner."

"You want me to take the initiative to fight for it?"

"Yes, with the leadership of His Royal Highness, you are here to earn credit. The higher your official position, the easier it is to operate. It is best to be the deputy of His Royal Highness before you leave. After all, you are the only senior magister this time. The rest are arcanists or elves who have just become magisters, and you have an absolute advantage."

"It's not that I have an opinion on you, but that I'm telling the truth," Elton's thoughts flashed across his mind, as if he didn't realize that the danger was approaching. Magic item, boldly said, "Compared with the Military Law Department, I think you need a deputy who can help you arrange affairs. After all, you just came back from the outside, and you must not know about it."

"It seems that you already have someone to choose?" Kael'thas's face became more mocking, and at the same time, he felt a little sad: Have all the mages in Silvermoon City degenerated into this state?

"I am not talented, and I am willing to serve as this deputy." Elton saluted, "I was a commander in the Temple of the Sun before, and I am very familiar with it; and I am the only senior magister among so many people, except me , I think you have no other choice!"

"Spellbreaker, take him down for me!" Kael'thas was originally enduring, but after hearing him mention the Sun Temple, he broke out directly.

"What are you going to do, Your Highness? What are you going to do?"

"let's go!"

Kael'thas took the lead through the portal of the Farstrider Square, followed by the Spellbreaker team pressing Elton, and the remaining mages, look at me and look at you, and quickly follow.