Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

After leaving Silvermoon City, Aristophanes and his party began to speed up, and they quickly arrived at Qingfeng Village, where they gathered the first batch of ranger recruits.

Then these young elves crossed the Arendar River together, and in Taquilin they joined the second and last batch of recruits and some veterans to form a mixed ranger army of a thousand people in total.

After a quick reorganization and distribution, Aristophanes and Taranas led the 200 people assigned to them, plus the rangers brought by Silvermoon City, a total of 230 people, and began to move towards the intended target—Alan Advance to the south side of Dal Lake, which is the future Farstrider camp.

After accepting some recruits, the speed of Aristophanes and his party inevitably slowed down. In three days, they had just passed the fork in the road leading to the Temple of the Sun along the main road.

"Aristophanes, we can't go on like this." Taranas found Aristophanes when camping in the wild, and said very seriously, "The road ahead will be very dangerous, and there will be no road after crossing here. Now, only the trail leads to the lake, and we need to go through a large area of ​​woods and wilderness to reach the camp."

"I know, do you need to worry about the attack of wild beasts?"

"It is not only the attack of wild beasts, Aristophanes," Taranas said softly, "it is spring, and we have to face the most terrible enemy."

"Troll?"

"Yes, although thousands of years ago, under the leadership of His Highness Dath'Rema, we united with humans and caused heavy damage to the forest trolls, but we did not completely wipe them out. As far as I know, in recent decades, the forest trolls have They have shown signs of becoming active. From the small-scale raids at the beginning to the aboveboard robbery in the past few years, the scale has become larger and larger. Last year alone, no less than ten elf caravans were captured on the way to Taquilin or the human kingdom. attack."

"Are you worried about them attacking us?"

"Yes, after all we have such a large-scale operation, the troll must have got the news long ago. And our army can tell at a glance that they are all recruits, and they are a good persimmon."

"This is the first time I have participated in this kind of operation, Captain, I will follow your instructions." Aristophanes stared at Taranas' blue eyes and said word by word.

And Taranas was waiting for this sentence. After all, the lesson from the last expedition was vivid: As a ranger, he had a conflict with the military mage, and he was demoted and sent back to the rear because of his own failure; The mage was transferred back to Silvermoon City, but it was not a punishment, but a promotion.

"Start before dawn, the scouts will go 500 meters ahead, the whole army is in battle formation, I need you to be ready to cast spells."

"No problem, follow your command."

"Stay away from the Sunwell now, are you sure you can cast spells at any time?"

"no problem."

"I hope you won't disappoint me."

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Zul'Aman Fortress, Darkpine Tribal Camp.

"Gagolakin, the newest hunters have returned, with news of those white pointed ears."

"Really?" A tall troll with green moss speckled on his body raised his head and put down the polished stone arrowhead in his hand, "Go and gather the priests, let's listen to what they brought. news."

After a while, the tent of Gagolajin was full of priests from the Ansong tribe.

"Gagolakin, what is the purpose of summoning us?" A young troll in bearskin shouted as soon as he entered the tent, "I am preparing to communicate with Nalorak, the god of loa."

"Be safe, Buck, priest of Nalorak. The hunter I sent has just returned, and he has brought us the latest news. Guards, bring him up."

A blue-haired troll with a bow and arrow on his back and a dagger on his waist walked in.

A priest knew him, and he was the best hunter of the dark pine troll in recent years: Volgas.

"Dear Gagolakin, all priests, I am the hunter captain Vorgas."

"Vargas, you say you have news about those northern white-skinned sharp-eared men?"

"Yes, respected Gagolakin." Vargas said, "On the way to the center of the forest in Zul'Aman the afternoon before yesterday, I saw a team of about 200 people trekking in the forest. in the direction of Lake Arendall."

"Has no one found you?"

"Although they sent out scouts, I was not discovered under the cover of Halaz, the spirit of the bobcat. These pointed ears did not conceal their tracks and intentions of action. According to past experience, this should be heading to Lake Erendal. There are quite a few recruits in the side-to-side defensive team.”

"Okay, I see. Thank you for your hard work. Warrior, go down and rest first."

Vargas saluted and exited the tent.

"Priests, what do you think?"

"Let's attack, Gagolakin, a small team of 200 people, give me 500 people and I can wipe them out!" It was still the priest of Nalorak.

"I don't agree, Buck," an older troll priest objected, "Our attack last year has aroused their vigilance, but it was just a caravan, and they didn't pay attention to it. These two hundred people It’s different, according to Vargas, they’re a defensive unit, and I’m worried that attacking them will lead to massive retaliation.”

"If you don't attack them, you won't get revenge? If you are afraid, just stay in the fortress honestly, and I will lead the believers of Nalorak to go! The forest is our main battlefield. With the help of Loa, I will I will tear them apart with ease!"

The older troll was about to continue his rebuttal, but was stopped by Gagolakin.

"It's not time for a large-scale counterattack, Priest Buck." Gagolakin said calmly to the young troll priest, "But we can't let these pointed ears reach their destination so smoothly."

"Cliff, you go to Vorgas, bring twelve hunters who have been blessed by the spirit of the eagle, and then lead twenty warriors to cause some trouble for the white ears. There is only one request, Try to kill them as much as possible, but don't go head-to-head."

"Of order, Chief." The old priest stood up and replied, and after receiving Gagolakin's signal, everyone filed out of the tent.

"Alas, we are still too weak." Gagolakin looked at the ground absently, "Fifty hunters, more than a hundred warriors, no giant trolls, no voodoo shooters, no... don't know why Only then will the glory of the Amani Empire be restored."

But soon he cheered up. Under his leadership, after hundreds of years of recuperation, the Dark Pine tribe has gradually passed the most difficult time. Last year alone, hundreds of little trolls were born.

"Everything will be fine, my efforts are not in vain!" Gagolakin thought to himself.

Looking back to the other side, since Taranas talked with Aristophanes that day, the vigilance of the whole team has immediately risen to a higher level.

But because there are too many recruits and too few veterans, Taranas can only disperse a small number of veterans as scouts, and these scouts cannot be far away from the large army, otherwise it will be difficult to support them when they are attacked by trolls.

After three days of dread, the troll attack finally arrived.

The army had just set up camp, and Taranas came to look for Aristophanes, and wanted to ask him if he had any scouting spells that could help the tired scouts.

"Reconnaissance spells?" Aristophanes asked back, "How did the previous army mages do it?"

"Because they are far away from the Sunwell, they are very stingy with their mana, and rarely release such ineffective spells. We all rely on the ranger's body for scouting." Taranas replied with a wry smile, "And usually the mages who follow the army always It’s hiding at the back, and basically won’t get hurt.”

"Okay, I understand." As the main force of suppressing firepower, the high-spirited mage far away from the Sunwell actually spared his magic power to such an extent. Aristophanes had to lament that the high-spirited people really like to die.

But before he had time to speak with emotion, a ranger guard broke in and said to Taranas: "Captain, there is an emergency!"

The two looked at each other and walked out of the camp quickly.

I saw a red firework appearing above the jungle not far away, flashing a different kind of beauty under the reflection of the setting sun.

"Level 1 combat readiness!" Taranas' complexion changed drastically, he knew what the fireworks meant.

The recruits in the camp immediately arranged their weapons under the urging of the veterans, and surrounded the baggage carts in a circle to block the periphery.

Aristophanes, standing beside Taranus, asked, "What's the matter, Taranus?"

"That direction is the direction of Zul'Aman. I sent my most elite ranger Kars to scout. He is a veteran, and the red warning is the highest level of warning. Do you understand, Aristophanes?"

"That is to say," Aristophanes clenched the staff in his hand, "is there a troll coming?"

"Yes, still a large group of trolls."

At this time, a scout rushed out from the woods, with a bow and arrow stuck in his shoulder, and staggered towards the camp.

Just halfway through the run, some figures appeared faintly in the woods, one of them raised his hand, and then threw out the throwing ax in his hand.

"Be careful!" shouted the rangers defending the camp.

But Kars was so injured that he had no strength to dodge.

"Lightning missile!" Aristophanes cast a spell directly, releasing his fastest flying spell. A blue lightning seemed to penetrate the air, knocking the ax flying in the blink of an eye.

"It's interesting that there are mages." Vargas licked his fangs. "I haven't killed any mages with pointed ears. They run as fast as rabbits every time."

After seeing the wounded elf return to camp, he waved his hand and motioned for his hunters to throw things over.

Those were the heads of six blood elf rangers.

Then he shouted in the forest in awkward Salas language: "Sharp ears, this is just a small beginning! The Darkpine tribe will surely rise, and you are the best stepping stones! The Amani Empire will surely rise!" Victory!" After speaking, he led his hunters back into the depths of the jungle.

Taranas laughed when he heard it, and did not reply. Instead, he calmly ordered the head of the dead elf to be restrained, stationed on the spot, and arranged for vigilance, which dissipated the tense atmosphere in the camp.

"Aristophanes, we're in big trouble." It wasn't easy for Taranas after entering the tent.

"Is it because of that troll?"

"Yes, his operation has caused great psychological pressure on the recruits. Fortunately, you blocked his axe, otherwise we would kill our scouts in front of the recruits..." Taranas shook his head, " I can't even imagine how the morale of the recruits will go down."

"The most urgent thing now is how to take the next step." Aristophanes said calmly. He was neither a professional nor a soldier. At most, I have only read a few military books and read some war history. These things may not be useful in this world.

"There are two ways. First, stand firm and wait for help, but I am worried that the messenger will be intercepted and killed again; second, continue to move forward, but it is still unknown whether the recruits can withstand the troll's attack. What do you think should be done. "

"Go ahead." Aristophanes thought for a while, and chose the second route, "Taranas, think about it carefully, if the trolls really have enough strength, they will use this method to attack Our morale?

He saw that we were recruits, and still prodded us that way.

I think their purpose is to trap us here, intercept our messengers, and put psychological pressure on the recruits.

Once our supplies are exhausted, they can easily break through our defenses.

I don't understand war, but I know that we must not do what the enemy wants us to do. "

"You're right, I have the same opinion." Taranas glanced at him, as if he didn't expect him to be able to analyze these things. "Then take a good rest, send extra guard posts at night, and set off tomorrow morning!"