The wait is always long, but despite the eagerness of the people, they can't joke with their lives, not to mention that it would be a joke if they didn't come to the aid of their allies and instead went into a trap and waited for their allies to come to their rescue.

Thankfully, the scouts soon returned.

Unfortunately, they brought bad news - the gates had been breached!

Even if they were mentally prepared, everyone still felt shocked.

Sylvanas was already full of rage, and his left hand clenched the longbow tightly, and let out a creaking sound, "I'm going to kill these monsters completely!" ”

At this moment, even the mage who has always insisted on his sanity has a tendency to go berserk, you know, the troll's alias is trolls!

However, the battle-hardened Leonik remained sane.

"There are no traces of battle in front of the city gates? There were no corpses of trolls left outside the walls? ”

The warrior muttered for a moment, raised his head, looked around at the stunned soldiers, and said his opinion loudly: "There must be someone who opened the city gate for them, and the guards and rangers must not have time to transfer the civilians!" ”

Then, in a dignified tone, he said, "I led a group of men to search for the rangers, and the rest were led by Sylvanas and Passaren, and your purpose was to search for survivors. ”

As he spoke, he looked at the unwilling female ranger with blazing eyes.

"We are Queldore, and saving the lives of our fellow citizens means much more than the killing of trolls." The elven warrior pressed the female ranger's shoulder.

"If the entire civilian population of Taquilin can be kept safe, I will be willing to lose all of my arcane abilities at once." Passaren nodded and said in a deep voice.

"As you know, there is a well-defended barracks in the south of the city, and I want you to take your responsibilities." Seeing Sylvanas nodding with a hint of indignation, Leonik didn't say anything more, and gathered all the warriors to leave north.

Sylvanas followed closely with the Ranger Squad, and as a recruit, Roland could only follow the elven mage in silence, after all, this was the safest place at the moment.

The eastern horizon had begun to whiten, and the long journey in the middle of the night had finally reached its destination.

The city wall not far away still stands, and there are not many traces of battle under the city gate, only a dozen corpses collapsed on the side of the road, which are the guards guarding the city. Other than that, there is no trace of them, and it is assumed that they were attacked completely unsuspecting.

The wide open gate was intact, showing that the enemy did not break in, otherwise at least they would have left some mark on the gate about half a foot thick.

Without making any stops, the group walked through the open gate of the hole.

Bursts of shouts of killing converged into a sound wave, and Sylvanas jumped off the chocobo, looked at the city to the north unwillingly, and gave a loud order.

"Two people in a team, spread out to search for survivors, stay safe, and beware of lone trolls!"

Then, she turned her head to look at Roland, who was struggling to roll over from the chocobo, "Boy, you're with me. ”

Roland didn't reply, just silently drew his long sword, threw the scabbard on the ground, and followed behind the other party.

The once-busy streets are now in shambles, with snow-white walls blackened by smoke, crumbling houses and flames scurrying everywhere. After walking through a few streets, the two had already found dozens of corpses lying in pools of blood, most of them civilians from the High Elves.

The scene in front of him made the young man feel dizzy, and his hands holding the long sword trembled a little.

Suddenly, there was a loud "click" sound from the house not far away, and Roland's heart tightened, and the long sword slipped from his hand, making a pleasant sound on the stone pavement.

The female ranger turned her head and glanced at the young man with an indescribable hint in her eyes.

"It was just the sound of the beams being burned, but there were footsteps from the street ahead, mostly damn greenskins."

Speaking of this, she showed a hint of resentment, "I'll deal with them, you take care of your own safety, coward." ”

Before he could finish speaking, the young game showed lightning speed and disappeared at the end of the street in the blink of an eye, leaving only a sentence in the air, "Hmph, coward." ”

The young man froze in place, although the other party's taunt made him feel the blood gushing up, but a voice kept advising in his ear: You are just an ordinary person who holds a sword for the first time, do you know how to swing a sword? Have you ever fought an enemy? Even if you have a low-level warrior's panel, you must know that the ones who can take down Taquilin are elites, and don't forget that the other party is a man-eating monster!

After a long time, he lifted his lead-filled foot and took the first step—turning and turning backwards!

I'm not afraid, yes, I'm just relieved that Kelena and Kyrnala aren't running away!

The young man walked faster and faster, and finally gradually turned into a trot. He kept looking for reasons for himself in his heart, constantly trying to forget his trembling and unformed hands, but the more he tried to defend himself, the more guilty he felt, and the more he tried to forget, the more impressed he became.

Roland trotted all the way through the familiar streets. The sun in the east had already risen half of its head from the mountains and forests, but because of the smoke above Taquilin, he could only see the gray-white sunlight, and even if it shone on his body, he could not feel the slightest warmth, but had a palpitation that could not be hidden under the sun.

In the messy streets, there were more than a dozen corpses of High Elves, and the blood flowed from below, converging into a blood-colored stream. There was a faint sound of footsteps not far away, and it was impossible to tell whether it was friend or foe, and Roland quickly hid in a dilapidated hut on the side of the road.

Half a minute later, I saw two tall figures turn around the street corner behind me - trolls!

Two green-skinned monsters, more than two meters tall, walked through the streets in a language that the young man did not understand, spears in their hands, and grim faces. Looking at them looking left and right, it seems that they are looking for survivors.

What the hell are these guys trying to do? Roland didn't have a clue, he could only hold his breath and stare at it, not daring to make a sound, until a blinding white came into his sight - it was a whole arm, a small, white arm, only the length of the forearm of an adult elf, carried in the hand by one of the trolls, and nibbled from time to time, and the monster took it as a snack!

At that moment, the young man only felt that the blood in his whole body had coagulated, and it was the first time he had come close to the true horror of an ogre.

These guys deserve a thousand cuts! At this moment, he finally understood why the High Elves hated these trolls, and he finally understood Sylvanas's anger and unwillingness. At this moment, he only felt the blood surging above his head, and he was willing to give up everything to stop this group of cruel guys!

However, just as he was about to rush out, a small figure crossed his mind, the little girl who shouted "Brother, gift", the little guy who was learning to walk on a small bench under the protection of his mother, the little girl with a red face and big watery eyes.

Kyl Nara! The young man whispered the name in his heart and retreated. He can't act rashly, he wants to keep this life to protect the rest of the people.

He waited for the troll in front of him to leave, and he sorted out the course of action in his mind for a moment.

It wasn't until the two monsters turned the corner that Roland didn't act rashly, but waited for another half a minute before he burst out and followed the route in his mind.

Don't let anything happen to you, little one!