"You mean, the elves knew we were coming?" Orgrim Doomhammer looked up, looked at the troll leader in front of him, and asked in a low voice.

Zulkin could feel the anger in the voice of the Great Chief.

"Yes, I'm sure so!" Zulkin hurriedly replied.

Orgrim looked around him, and the chiefs of the tribes and clans bowed their heads in his angry gaze.

"It can't be that they reported the news, even if they betrayed the tribe, the speed would not be so fast." Orgrim began to think to himself, "That is, in the process of our advance, we were detected by someone and reported it to those elves?" ”

"It's okay!" The Great Chief of the Tribes raised the Hammer of Destruction in his hand and roared loudly, "Since the sneak attack has failed, then we will attack this kingdom head-on!" ”

"Give the order to Kilrog and Grommash so that their troops don't have to wait when they are ready, and move early!" Orgrim began to give battle orders: "At the same time, Red and Maim, you lead the allies of the Blackstone Clan and the Forest Trolls to attack the forest ahead!" ”

"I hope that in three hours, there will not be a living elf in this vast forest!"

……

At the Far Traveler sentry in Dysom, several rangers were watching nervously ahead.

As the black smoke rises, the alarm sounds...... All the elven rangers knew that the invaders that General Sylvanas had warned about were coming.

A one-eyed elven ranger is the leader of this band of far-travelers; His name is Lotherma-Theron, and he has not been a member of the Far Traveler for a long time, but with his excellent combat skills and fearless courage, he quickly gained the recognition of all the Far Travelers here, and became a Ranger Lord of the Far Traveler.

"Lord Lotherma!" A ranger shouted in a low voice as he pointed to the dense forest ahead, "Look over there! ”

Following the direction the ranger was pointing, Lotherma frowned.

A group of green-skinned monsters burrowed out of the forest and were speeding towards their sentry.

There were a few trolls, but most of them were half-human, half-beasts, green-skinned monsters that Lotherma had never seen before; They did not hide the movement of the advance in the slightest, but launched a charge with great fanfare.

"Damn it!" Lotherma's expression was extremely grim, and he saw that several of the trolls had bloody elven heads wrapped around their waists.

Those were his sentinels, no wonder the sentries didn't make any noise, it turned out that they were all dead......

"Shoot the arrows, don't let them go!" Lotherma pulled out her bow and arrows and roared.

Every traveler is the best archer, and there are more than 300 travelers here.

According to Lotherma's orders, the rangers of the Far Traveler on the sentry quickly divided into three rows and suppressed the Horde's charging group with bows and arrows in batches.

Wave after wave of arrows rained down on the warriors at the front of the tribe.

However, the orcs, much stronger than Lotherma had imagined, had been subjected to a strange spell that would not stop him even if he weighed several arrows.

Lotherma's hand trembled slightly, and he raised his bow and arrow, aiming it at the head of an orc warrior...... The arrow pierced, and the orc fell to the ground.

"Aim at their heads!" Lotherma commanded in a loud voice.

But it was too late, and the charge of the orcs was getting closer.

……

"Charge, all charge!" Gromash raised his axe and commanded viciously:

"Whoever dares to take a step back, I'll cut off his head!"

The tidal wave of orcs charged the High Elf sentry.

The elves' bows and arrows were dense, but their fragile feathered arrows were nothing short of tickles for the orcs!

Almost all of the Warsong Clan warriors in the first row fell to the ground, but the second row quickly rushed forward.

The elves' rain of arrows is a little sparse, not every elven ranger has such skillful shooting skills; Not every Ranger is enough to pull the longbow continuously in a short period of time!

A warrior of the Warsong Clan rushed to the sentry post, and he bravely planted a red flag on the hill of the sentry.

"For the Horde!" He shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp arrow pierced his throat, and he rolled down the hill.

But the banner of the tribe is still there, guiding the direction of every tribal warrior.

Several Elven Ranger attempted to get out of the sentry and destroy the flag.

"What about the Warlocks of Gul'dan?" Gromash shouted.

"Yes, Chief!" The two members of the Shadow Council had already rushed to the front line, enveloped in flames before the Rangers could approach the banner.

On the battlefield, it is enough to hear their screams clearly.

A gap was opened in the Elven defenses, through which countless tribal warriors rushed in......

Then there is no doubt that it is the white-knuckle combat that the warriors of the tribe are best at!

Gromash, armed with a great axe, rushed into the elven sentry; Many Elven rangers surrounded them from all sides, trying to drive them out of the gap......

Gromash noticed a one-eyed elven ranger with a long sword in his hand; Judging by his outfit and demeanor, he seems to be the leader of this group of elven rangers!

“LOK Tar!“

Only to hear a roar from Grommash and rush at the ranger with a great axe.

The Ranger Lord was caught off guard, and after parrying one of Gromache's axes in a panic, he was slashed through the chest by the second axe......

The blood immediately stained the leather armor on his body, and Grommash wanted to rush over, and completely killed him with an axe...... But several other elves rushed over to stop him, and by the time he had dealt with the enemy in front of him, the Ranger Lord was nowhere to be found.

Either way, victory is almost certain!

The elven forces were retreating, and they escaped less than a hundred, and the rest were wiped out by the tribe in the sentry posts.

The red tribal battle flag, planted high on the top of the watchtower, flew in the wind!

……

Taquelin, the Ranger Command Post of the High Elves, the atmosphere became extremely solemn at this time.

"General Sylvanas, the Morning Star Tower has fallen, and Lord Moraira has been killed!"

"General Sylvanas, Dysom has fallen, Lord Lothema is seriously injured, his life and death are unknown, and the priests are being treated urgently!"

"General Sylvanas, Corona Village has fallen, and Lord Haduron is moving closer to Taquilin with the remnants."

"General Sylvanas, Lord Hawksbir of Quirinth approached with a distant traveler and a small number of human reinforcements, but was attacked by the tribe and suffered heavy damage......"

"General Sylvanas, the army of orcs closest to Taquilin is less than a mile away!"

……

Sylvanas's hand trembled slightly, she had thought that after hundreds of years, she would not have any fear on the battlefield again......

But the scene in front of her made her know that she was wrong.

In just over two hours, almost all of Queldore's outlying strongholds in the Wraith Lands were breached by the horde's army; Even if they were prepared, their defensive lines, their sentry posts, and their ranger armies were so vulnerable in front of the Horde......

And the horrible horde armies are desperately swarming towards Taquilin, the city where she is stationed.

Taquilin's view is excellent, and Sylvanas stands on the highest watchtower and can see the horde army swarming from all directions!

From the hills, from the forests, from the rivers...... Any area trodden by the tribe is reduced to a scorched earth; They are black and green, green is their skin color, black is their armor; Like a black-green tide, they tried to drown the last "island" of Taquilin!

"Retreat...... Sylvanas ordered with a shudder, "all the remnants of the Ranger troops, all in the direction of the Eternal Song Forest!" ”

She knew that her rangers were powerless to withstand the onslaught of the Black Tide...... Stay, and all that awaits is death.

The High Elves' reign over the Wraith Lands for three thousand two hundred and sixty-one years is over!