Three days ago, on a leisurely winter afternoon, Lillas. Windranger is practicing his instrument in a small, enclosed valley north of the village.

"Lillas, play one more song, your piano music is so good!"

"That's it, change the recorder, I want to hear you play the flute!"

"The six-stringed piano is true love, how can these superficial women who only pay attention to their appearance understand the beauty of music! Lillas, I'm the one who understands your music! ”

Looking at a bunch of small watches smashing and tearing, Lillas. Windranger scratched his head helplessly, he didn't understand why he was inexplicably popular?

Unfortunately, the bell on the tower of the village hall reached the long ears of all the elven people.

Three short and two long, it is a signal to evacuate!

"Something's wrong, let's go!"

After Lylas finished speaking, he didn't even want the violin, and returned to the village at the turntable.

"Ladies and gentlemen, why are you running with me?" After a few steps, Lillas stopped.

"Aren't you going to evacuate?"

Lillas realized that he had made a fool, and that the big girls and little girls in front of him were not his three sisters.

"You just stay here, don't keep quiet, I'll go check on the situation, if I don't come back, you will come out at least tomorrow at noon, understand?"

With Rillas finishing, he quickly left the quiet place where he could practice his instrument.

"So handsome!"

"Worthy of being the younger brother of His Royal Highness Aurelia, it would be nice to be a woman!"

"Get out of here, you lily girl with a yellow book, how can such a heroic and affectionate person be a woman with such a heroic and affectionate Highness of Rillas!"

The girls left behind had no real sense of refuge at all, and were still frolicking and arguing, thanks to the fact that Aurelia took Lillas to find such a quiet and secluded place.

As the magical civilization of Quel'Thalas grows more and more developed. The technology of the arcane golems is becoming more and more perfect, and the Sunwell is deepening the transformation of the constitution of the High Elves of Queldore, and there are more and more mages among the High Elves, while the number of rangers who are proficient in martial arts is declining year by year.

Although the number of High Elves is still staggering due to their long years and long lifespans, the overall number is on a downward trend. Most of the well-known figures in the Far Wanderer force were leaders who emerged at the end of the Troll Wars, and for hundreds of years, there were very few people who had made a name for themselves.

This is certainly due to the fact that there are fewer wars in peacetime, but compared to the famous mages, the High Elves advocate a comfortable life, and it is becoming more and more obvious that more young people choose arcane magic as their future path.

Originally, the upper elves were the best group of elves in the Kadore Empire, and after being exiled to the Eastern Kingdom, the original upper elves who built Quel'Salas, renamed Queldore, and called themselves the High Elves were the most magically gifted races in the world of Azeroth. With the blessing of the Well of the Sun, it is no surprise that a magical civilization has flourished.

However, the ease of life brought about by the prosperity of magical civilization has also corrupted the habits of the High Elves.

The first hundred years of pleasure, the middle hundred years of depravity, and the use of a hundred years of prodigal sons to turn back are innumerable, anyway, three hundred years is just a youth for the Queldore elves, so why bother.

Like Lillas. The new generation of five-good young people who can endure hardships, endure tiredness, and pull a strong bow and run the road like this is particularly eye-catching. In particular, he has a good family background and handsome appearance.

When Ryas returned to the village, the killing was underway.

All elves over two hundred years old are not weak compared to humans. The village chief and the village militia donned the armor they had treasured for years, wielded well-maintained swords, and fought the trolls.

But in addition to the trolls, the invaders also had a race of greenskins that Lillas had never seen before, these tall green-skinned and red-eyed monsters were simply the embodiment of demons, and the old village chief's gorgeous sword skills were useless in the face of the terrifying power of these greenskin monsters.

"Yo. There's a tender and delicious little guy here, run away, Uncle will give you a minute, maybe this minute, maybe the next minute. Hahahaha"

Calling himself Tyrone. The Bloodfiend's fellows spotted Lilas and made a joke.

"Human! Why did you break the Covenant and help these monsters invade the kingdom of Quel'Thalas! Lillas asked angrily.

"Humans? Mankind...... yes, isn't my body human? But it's a little bit, I'm the same as the monster in your mouth, what do you want to do? ”

Tyrone Bloodfiend's almost necrotic vocal cords relied on the power of shadow and blood to keep them running, and the voice it produced was hoarse and dry, unspeakably evil.

"That's right, so you're not human, you're just a monster!" Lilas breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.

"Lilas, run!" The village chief spotted Lillas, made the last sound of his life, and was thrust into the ground with the weapons in their hands by two orcs and three trolls.

"Give me a weapon, I'm going to challenge you monster!"

Lillas made an unbelievable request, and Tyrone. Bloodseeker agreed.

The long sword used by the High Elf village chief who caught the orc soldier threw it with the blade of the sword, circled twice in the air, the long sword flew out, and accurately landed into the soil, and the sword handle guard was ready to be aimed at Tyrone. Bloodseeker, facing the grip at Lillas.

This fancy gesture shows Tyrone. The original owner of the Blood Demon's body was a superb sword player, and the Death Knight was very pleased with his performance.

"Then little one, give your name and let your uncle play with you."

Rillas pulled out his delicately crafted longsword and looked at the blade to find that the blade had cracked, from which it could be judged that the opponent's strength was definitely above that of the average High Elf.

"Village chief, I'm sorry, I can't escape!"

After saying that, Lillas took the initiative to attack, shouting in his mouth, hoping to attract the attention of more orcs and trolls, so that the other elves could have more and better chances to escape. The opponent is too strong, and it is impossible to repel the incoming enemy with the manpower of the village alone.

"Listen up! I am Lillas, the Rillas of the Windranger family, the Wind of Fury, the Lightning of Running, Monster, Death! ”

Lillas fearlessly rushed forward, imposing but cautious, cautious and Tyranny. The Bloodfiend was fighting.

"That's right, that's it, that's it, relax your left hand a little more, step back with your right foot, exert force on your shoulders, don't be superstitious about waist strength, you have to divide the situation."

It was Tyrone who made Lillas angry. The Blood Demon actually instructed his sword skills like a reserve, but what he said was right.

"What a green little apple, it can progress in battle, ah, I want to kill you now!" Tyron. There was a look of intoxication in the Blood Fiend's eyes.

"Sorry, I've had enough." Finding that the militia in the village had escorted the women and children out of the village, Rillas chose to break away from the war group in the opposite direction and prepare to break through.

"Don't leave after school!"

Tyron. Bloodseeker looked at the tumbling escape from Lillas, using Gul'dan's newly developed shadow spell: the Grip of Death.

"Strange, I seem to have said something just now, no matter, let's take a look at Wang Mang's little apple first!" Tyron. The Blood Demon was a little puzzled, his current body gave him a lot of complicated memories, and the former master seemed to be a great gentleman.

Lillas, who was pulled back by the Grip of Death, did not despair, and faced Taryn. The thug that the Blood Fiend stretched out to his neck was a sword.

Wielding the distance between the two, Rillas unleashed the collateral magic on the village chief's sword, using three short-range teleportations in a row, completely leaving the encirclement of orcs and trolls.

As the magical power vanished, the blade, already scarred and overwhelmed, finally shattered.

Lillas remembered that when he was a child, the village chief and a bunch of little kids in the village bragged about how heroic he was back then, how magical his sword was, and he was not angry when he was criticized by the children.

It wasn't until he held the chief's sword that Rillas realized that what the chief said was true, and that if the chief wanted to leave, no one would stop him, and he was dying for the sake of the village.

Taking a deep breath, Rillas turned around and ran, he couldn't die here, he had to avenge the dead villagers!

"Ah, little Apple is gone." Tyron. The Blood Fiend shook his head regretfully, ready to catch up.

At this moment, however, an arrow of chaos crossed the woods, over the village, and over Tyranny. Above the head of the Blood Fiend, he caught up with the fleeing Lilas and threw him to the ground.

"Idiot! Catch up with the fleeing elves and kill them all! It will take time for us to ship away the runestones! Time! Got it! ”

In the roar of Gul'dan, Tyran. The Blood Demon brace his spirits and put away the cynicism that comes from his body's instincts.

"Yes, master, I will kill every elf I see."

Tyron. After the Blood Demon complied with Gul'dan's order, he instructed an orc, "Go and take the corpse, don't let the trolls eat it, it's my booty." (To be continued......)

PS: Seven chapters in arrears.,Okay.,The holiday is over.,It's over in seven days at most.,There are book friends who don't believe in the author's strength.。