At the beginning of the battle, Shane takes advantage of the distance of the trolls to find Wenresa in the team, and he is worried about the girl's safety.

"Don't worry, Wen Rasa's teammates are all specially arranged elites, only she doesn't know" Sylvanas explained with a smile: "There is no doubt about the strength of the Windranger in the Ranger, she is safe." ”

As he spoke, the trolls rushed to three hundred paces, and Sylvanas raised his right hand, and when they were past three hundred paces, he swung them down vigorously.

The two wings of the blade throwing cart fired, and the ten giant blades with a huge sound of breaking through the air flew into the enemy line in a fierce veil of blood. The troll's human wave suddenly shattered as if it had been pushed down.

"They were fooled, watching us dismount, thinking that we were giving up our maneuverability, but they didn't know that we were maximizing our firepower advantage," Sylvanas said in a high-pitched voice, blue eyes staring at the battlefield with a smile on his lips, "By the time they realize that the reckless charge is just sending them to death, it will be too late." ”

After she finished speaking, the second wave of giant blades shot out, although it was not a salvo, but the damage of the diagonal shot was unimaginable, only two rounds, and the troll was bleeding like a river. Recklessly, they were left with only shredded corpses to witness the terrible destruction. But the trolls could only charge without hesitation, filling the huge gap that had been swept out.

"A wave can't take us away, they don't have any chance of winning" Shane looked across the battlefield, and the trolls said they were charging rather than dying. In order to create opportunities for chaotic wars, they were sent to death one after another.

"Do you think I'm going to give them a chance to take them away?"

Sylvanas gave the second order, and her two hundred of the most elite rangers rode Chocobo around to the right and landed her first right hook.

The third and fourth giant blades were fired, and many trolls passed through the fire net, only to be knocked down by the oncoming rain of locust arrows. Enchanted arrows can easily nail them to the ground, and some trolls will be hit in the forehead and neck by skilled rangers, and they will die before they fall to the ground.

"Fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two"

"What are you counting?" Shane heard Sylvanas whisper.

"I count the hours." The elf replied that she didn't look at Shane, and like all good commanders, she threw herself into the battlefield physically and mentally, and the critical moment in the tactics was coming, counting the time to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.

Even after passing through two layers of fire, the trolls still have to face spell support, and Firehawk and Solanlian can only take care of a small area but can kill them enough, and each spell will explode no less than the destruction of the blade car. But there are always fish that have slipped through the net and managed to get close to hand-to-hand combat, and the rangers are not ambiguous, and the two knives are up and down, fighting together.

Casualties began to appear in the front row, and Shane looked like there were not many of them, and he fell to the ground in a sparse manner, but Sylvanas frowned deeply, revealing a hint of impatience, and was still counting the numbers in his mouth. Wait for the moment of truth to arrive.

"One hundred" As soon as she finished speaking, a continuous sound of horns sounded on the battlefield, and the low but penetrating timbre almost overshadowed the shouting and killing. The left hook finally reached the charging position, and the arrow stabbed into the troll's flank. The head ranger is Lotherma, who has troubled Shane, but his martial arts are outstanding, with two knives to open the bow left and right, like chopping vegetables and melons, and cutting off the troll's head.

"They are my best subordinates" Sylvanas raised his chin, "I use my most trusted subordinates as the backbone, the assault force I have established. ”

Sean felt her mood shining as brightly as the sun, and the tactical success inspired her to fight with all her spirit.

The female elf immediately gave the third order, and the Red Sun Guard set off, her left hook.

It's a punch. As Theron's troops weaved from the right to the left, tearing through the trolls' front and rear formations, they were regrouping for a second charge. The Red Flame Guards cut through the gap, bulldozing them like a crush, disrupting all the troll commands without stopping.

Sylvanas immediately dispatched her last reserve, interspersed in the middle. Several sets of combination punches on the left, center, and right went down one after another, and although the number of trolls was large, they did not command at all, and they were divided into various small groups, spinning in place. The Foot Ranger went on the offensive and became the last force to overwhelm the trolls, most of them fleeing in all directions, except for a few headless flies.

"Is it really good not to leave reserves?" Shane looked around, and only a dozen of Sylvanas' guards were not on the battlefield. Although victory is in hand, it is not prudent enough to go.

"Where not, my strongest reserve team hasn't been dispatched yet!" The female elf had a brisk voice and looked proud, as if the shadowless reserve was her greatest reliance, and once dispatched, she could change all the situation of the battle.

"Where, why didn't I see it?".

Shane can't afford to catch a loophole in her, just wait for her to talk.

The elf turned her head and smiled at him, "I'm talking about you, Shane." "At the moment, she is beautiful, and victory has become her embellishment.

At the end of the battle, Sylvanas gave an order: pursue on all fronts. All the rangers rode on the chocobos, and the chase lasted from day to evening. It took more time to gather the army than it did to fight, and it was not until late at night that all the troops were gathered.

"At least more than 4,000 trolls have been killed" Sylvanas has obtained preliminary statistics, and the results are to be proud of, the elves have not achieved such a big victory in many years.

"Shane gave him a hug to celebrate." She smiled and opened her arms.

Hearing her say this, Shane stood up and hugged her into his arms with open hands, the body in his arms trembled slightly, it was a mixture of excitement, excitement and other feelings. He gently stroked Sylvanas's back through the chainmail like caressing the most precious of treasures. After a while, the female elf stopped trembling, but pushed Shane away and said with a smile: "That's all, it's gone." It's up to you where you're going next. ”

If there were mirrors, Sean would love to know what his wry smile would look like. He shrugged his shoulders and pointed to two points on the map, "Our next target is these two troll altars, where there's likely something I need." "The nearest one is also three days away, but the days in the calculation are only two days.

But what is worse than the distance and time is that the dark clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, rolling with the suffocating stench. The power of the hexical power reacted into the air, and the faint green dots were everywhere in perception. Shane was surprised, how many people would have to be sacrificed for the demon to have such a fierce reaction? It's not an exaggeration to say that the trolls' own bad habits rot to the point of civilization extinction.

During the two-day march, the biggest threat to the troops was the rain, the light rain wet all the rangers' equipment, and the marching speed was much slower, and it was pitch black at about six o'clock in the afternoon, and the army had to camp at four o'clock.

"The trolls are delaying time when they start a battle," Shane thought before going to bed, unable to find the altar where the god-calling ritual was held in the first place.

In the morning, it was as dark as evening, and the clouds were low enough to reach out and touch them.

"Look what that's that!" The sun well is on it. "Let's go find the mage"

Shane's mental leap awakened him from his meditation to the fierce commotion outside.

"Chief Shane, come and see" outside the tent, the Ranger on duty called out to him.

When he stepped out of the tent and looked up, he saw an incredible sight of dark clouds converging into a certain center of the circle like a whirlpool, such an image that he had only seen in his memory on the typhoon map of his previous life, and they looked so similar. Immediately close your eyes, and the hex particles are also moving towards the "eye of the typhoon".

"What did the trolls summon when they gathered such a large amount of blood sacrifice power?" Shane went over his hole cards again in his head.

There are two super magic skills: multiple spells, death falls from the sky. There are 8 barrier rune stones, a teleportation technique that can escape at any moment, seven consecutive shots of the extreme flame explosion technique, countless red and blue bottles, which can call the spirit of the eagle, plus the strength accumulated before.

"Enough, the odds are high."

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