Taquilin, Central Plaza.

Although the southern city has been ablaze with flames, this gorgeous square has not been eroded by the war. In the center of the square, on top of two giant elven sculptures, golden fountains still glitter in the sun.

The blonde Ranger General stood in the square, her elegantly toned body filled with the explosive power of the wild. Aurelia had a frosty face, and a pair of pale blue eyes stared at the smoke above the southern city, and opened her mouth coldly.

"Sarina, how's the civilian resettlement?"

A female ranger with long black shawl hair stepped forward and gave a military salute, "Except for the civilians in the south of the city, all have been dealt with." ”

Without pause, she continued to report the current situation at a rapid pace: "Our mage is out of reach, and the trolls are making a fierce attack on Oak Street, where a giant black bear and an eagle capable of calling the storm have appeared, and a tall warrior with a bobcat has never appeared before. ”

Speaking of this, she glanced at the other party's expression, "In addition, Captain Leonik, who set off south yesterday, led a dozen warriors to break through the blockade of the trolls, and he brought news that Captain Sylvanas is leading the Ranger team to collect the civilians in the south. ”

"Sylvanas." Hearing this, the Ranger General muttered in a low voice and closed his eyes.

It didn't take long for her to open her eyes, her pale blue eyes shining with a sharp light, and her words were resolute in her words.

"Let the warriors of Oak Street retreat, and we'll fight the enemy here," she said, glancing at the rudimentary fortifications that had been urgently built in the square, "to make room for Sylvanas to gather the refugees." ”

"Tell our warriors that behind them are our compatriots and families, and the only thing we can do is kill those monsters!"

After dealing with a few wandering troll soldiers, young Sylvanas returned to where she was, but there was only an empty street in front of her, and there was not half a figure in sight. She realizes that Roland has run away alone!

"Sure enough, a coward!" The elven ranger cursed hatefully, hesitated for a moment, and then decided to follow the other party's footsteps, "If you really dare to escape, I will not care about Uncle Leonik's face. ”

Sylvanas muttered to himself as he followed the path the other had left, a chill flashing in his eyes.

Dakara was a glorious warrior of the Amani Empire, a mediocre warrior of little stature, and so far only a mid-level warrior, and never too conspicuous among the talented troll armies. But a month ago, the world changed.

A horde of Otherworldly Arrivals disrupted his peaceful life, shouting that Zuaman would eventually be destroyed by humans and elves, that the great Zurkin would die in battle, and that a troll overseer named Dakara would die in a war to restore Amani's glory.

Ever since the news spread, Dakara always felt that his comrades-in-arms around him would look at him with a little strangeness. It was a skeptical and mocking look, but the troll warriors knew that those simple-minded guys were **naked jealousy!

Sooner or later, the great Dakara Overseers will give you some color! Faced with the isolation of the trolls around him, Dakara could only muttered in his heart how to concoct this group of guys in the future: whether to eat it steamed or roasted, it really embarrassed Dakara Overseer!

Well, not to mention the unrealistic fantasies in the head of this troll youth who is in the "rebellious period", the fact now is that he has been ostracized again!

"These bastards, who should be roasted on the fire, actually let the heroic Lord Dakara cleanse the civilians!"

The Troll Warrior patrolled the streets with a spear in his hand and whispered, "The future Overseer won't be able to show off on the battlefield!" ”

For some unknown reason, Zurkin left behind a large group of 100 people to search for the survivors of the High Elves, and his request was that not a single living enemy be seen in the entire southern area of the city!

Although slightly unhappy with being given to clean up the battlefield, the young troll warrior did not dare to neglect Zulkin's orders, and carefully searched house after house, rather than just walking two steps down the street and reporting back like other undisciplined soldiers. As you can imagine, this honest guy was once again left behind.

"So, these disgusting guys should be, what's the matter, by the way, military law!" Although he looked down on the weak Descenders, Dakara still admired them a little bit for their rich words.

"Military law, what a wonderful thing!"

The troll warrior kicked the elf at his feet, and the opponent's whole body fell in a pool of blood without the slightest movement. Dakara was not at ease, raised his spear and stabbed the other party a few times, before nodding in satisfaction, turning to the next room, one step at a time, he pushed the door open heavily-

With a "bang", several bricks fell from the top of his head, which made Dakara stunned for a while. At the same time that he was dizzy from the situation in front of him, a thin female elf let out a coquettish cry and rushed towards him with an old long sword.

"Die, troll!"

The familiar streets seemed to be smeared with blood, with snow-white walls, golden doors, and mottled blood as far as the eye could see. The young man stepped over one corpse after another lying on the street, dressed in ordinary clothes, his eyes growing with anger and his heart sinking to the bottom.

His worst fears had happened, the trolls were slaughtering civilians!

Roland clenched the long sword in his hand, and in the haze he felt that the touch in his hand was slightly different from before. But there was no time to care, the young man swallowed a mouthful of saliva and rushed forward—only one street away, Aunt Kerena, little Kylena, don't let anything happen!

Just as he turned the corner, a shout came from not far away, and the young man's heart tightened and he quickened his pace.

Despite being slammed on the head, Dakara is now excited to finally catch one alive! The hot blood, the terrible screams, just thinking about it makes people excited and can't help themselves.

The Troll Warrior quickly raised the spear in his hand, easily blocking the opponent's stabbing blow, and then the spearhead went down and plunged into the opponent's chest!

Right in the middle of the heart! However, before Dakara could comride himself in his craft, the instinct of a mid-tier warrior told him that things seemed too smooth, but it was too late!

Even though she was stabbed through the spear, the female elf still did not show the slightest fear, but threw herself into the arms of the troll warrior with the momentum of the impact, and then, a slender palm pressed against the troll's disgusting brain belt. Despite being impaled through the chest, the elf still recited the spell fluently, without making a mistake.

"Die!" A bright flame erupted from her palm, and even though Dakara had tried to back away from his wife's warning, he was still touched by the blazing heat.

Two Ring Spells, Blazing Orbs! The High Elves, who have lived in the light of the Well of the Sun for thousands of years, are inherently gifted with arcane skills, and even a warrior who has been bloodied on the battlefield can cast spells below the second ring, as long as they are not interfered with by his heavy armor and cause the casting of spells to fail.

The blazing flames left an indelible mark on the Troll Warrior's body, half of his face turned black, and his left eye was blinded, followed by the sharp pain left by the flames.

Dakara let out a heart-rending roar and kicked hard. With such force that the elf flew upside down with the spear, slamming it against the wooden wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"I'm going to kill you!" The Troll Warrior pressed in on the opponent, the iron tip and the small half-wooden barrel dyed bright red, and even a few small pieces of organ scraps attached to the head of the spear.

"No, I'll just roast you on the fire, and drink while roasting!"

Maybe it was the language barrier, or maybe it was the death that made her feel like home, and the female elf struggled to sit against the wall, looking at the troll in front of her, without revealing her cowardice. However, a cry suddenly sounded from within, and a flash of fear suddenly flashed in the eyes of the originally calm female elf.

A little girl who was only knee-high as an adult elf walked out slowly, and every step was like a hammer slammed into the heart of the elf.

"Kyrnala, go, go!" Her face was hideous, and she raised the strength of her whole body and shouted.

But the young guy apparently did not recognize the current situation, but smiled happily because he had found his "hidden" mother, and stumbled briskly towards the wall, but before he could take a few steps, he was lifted into the air by a large hand that fell from the sky.

Dakara curled the corners of his mouth on the right side, his sharp fangs revealing a hint of coldness, like a demon's smile against the blackened face on the left side. As a typical troll warrior, Dakara likes to see his enemies wailing, fearing, and dying in agony, not to mention ruining his domineering face!

Looking at the horror in the female elf's eyes, the troll warrior's heart, whose face was still in pain, burned with a burst of revenge. He stuck the spear on the floor with his backhand, lifted the ignorant little thing in his hand with his right hand, and slowly brought her in front of him, while his left hand pulled out the short knife hanging from his waist and slowly pressed it against the little guy's face. With every inch of movement, there was more fear in the other person's eyes, and Dakara enjoyed the feeling.

But he did not rejoice for long, for he heard a voice coming from behind his head—the sound of hurried footsteps, which, judging by his experience, should have come to elves, and there were not many of them, but there should be only one; The footsteps are chaotic and unsteady, indicating that the other party is still a low-level fighter. The guy who came would not be his opponent, Dakara concluded in his heart.

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