Taquilin, Oak Street.

"The High Elves' ranger troops retreated to the square, where they built defenses." Haraz half-knelt in front of the tall troll chieftain, his words tinged with respect.

"Excellent! Haraz, Ekilsson, Narolak, pull everyone back, let's go surprise those skinny guys! ”

"I'm going to start the ritual and sacrifice all the flesh and blood, and I'm sure the High Elves will weep before the great animal spirits!"

Zurkin looked around, revealing his sharp teeth.

He gently swung the great axe in his right hand and slashed down the High Elf Descender who was respectfully kneeling in front of him, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, the green eyes of the other party were full of confusion and consternation.

Looking at the other party's stunned face and the struggle before dying, Zurkin stepped forward fiercely, and his contemptuous expression was difficult to hide, "I hate traitors!" ”

Zulkin stuck his great axe in the masonry at his feet, holding aloft a huge blood-red gem and shouting, his burning eyes full of longing and hatred. "Amani will be reborn!"

In front of the sturdy wooden gate, the ranger squad, with the help of a makeshift militia team, held off another wave of enemy attacks, Sylvanas rolled over and jumped off the arrow tower, intending to take advantage of this time to take a good rest, the ranger, who had pulled the longbow dozens of times in a row, felt that his right arm was almost numb and unconscious.

Leaning against the wooden wall, the warm sunlight shining on her body felt a crispy tingling feeling, and she couldn't help but squint her eyes, thinking about this hard-won temporary peace. It has only been half a day since last night, but it seems that more than half a year has passed, and one sudden thing after another has overwhelmed her.

At some point, a figure came to the female ranger, blocking the warm light. "Captain Sylvanas, Roland Morning Song reports to you!"

Looking at the guy in front of him who was not afraid of death and brought him a lot of surprise, Sylvanas was a little distracted - he used to think that he was a coward, but now he seems to have an indescribable heroism?

However, she didn't have much time to think about it, because the endless sky in front of her suddenly changed dramatically.

The square in the center of Taquilin was buried in a symphony of gold and iron, and the trolls who were not afraid of death continued to pound the fortifications of the High Elves like a huge wave crashing against the coastline. The blood-red earth was filled with snoring and ** sounds, and there were broken and blood-drenched corpses lying around.

But at this moment, time seemed to stand still, and all the living creatures in Taquilyn, whether High Elves or Trolls, felt a fear from the depths of their hearts - something had descended.

They stopped fighting and looked at the sky in unison. At that moment, a blood-colored pillar of light rose from the center of the troll camp.

On this noonday as usual, from the Tower of the Windranger to the Golden Mist Village, from the Tower of Sunrage in Silvermoon City to Stratholme in the Longmill Glades, everyone in these areas witnessed a miracle: under the dark blue sky, bright red pillars of light reached into the sky, piercing the golden clouds of the morning sun. The clouds spread out layer by layer around this pillar of light, like the waves of water after a stone has been thrown into the calm surface of a lake.

Roland turned his head to Sylvanas's exclamation, it was the first time he had faced such a strange scene, the shouts of killing in the distant street were completely calm for a moment, it seemed that even the wind had stopped, and he could even hear the explosion of burning wood in the house ten meters away on the silent long street.

It was just a moment, and it seemed like a long time, and Roland looked away with difficulty, gasping for air. Just by looking at that pillar of light, his person seemed to be completely trapped, and at this moment, it was as if there were still countless voices wailing in his ears—a tremor from the depths of his soul.

At the same time, a mechanical voice sounded in his ears, "Divine substance has been detected, and characters can obtain exclusive sex items when they obtain divine substances." ”

Silvermoon City, the Tower of the Sun's Fury.

The gray-haired elven mage was dressed in a golden-red robe, and the four patterns on the cuffs indicated the old man's status. He held a quill pen, and the jet-black ink dripped onto the white paper, slowly spreading into a large mass of stains. The old mage was unaware, just staring out of the golden grille arch. Behind the golden jungle, a pillar of blood-colored light stood straight.

After a long time, he showed a wry smile, "Only by paying, can you get a return, but this price is too great." ”

Before the words fell, a soft blue light flashed in the simple room, and the light fell, and the mage's figure had disappeared.

The small square was littered with fallen corpses, a shallow blood-colored lake formed on the white tiles, and souls visible to the naked eye screamed, wailed, and swirled like a whirlpool into the red pillars of light emitted by the street ahead.

"Damn blasphemy!"

Aurelia's voice trembled a little, and she clenched her longbow and took a deep breath, her eyes burning with rage.

"Bring the reserves up, we have to deal with those monsters quickly!"

The Ranger General's orders spread throughout the battle line, and it wasn't long before all the reserves were gathered together, and Aurelia threw the last of her forces into the meat grinder.

On the south side of the square stood a 20-foot-tall bear.

The huge black bear slapped the size of a car, killing as much as he could. No one could survive a slap under him, and despite being covered in arrows, his body was perfectly protected by thick fur and fat.

"What could be better than serving the spirit of the bear forever? Come closer. Give me your souls! ”

Although the other party was very rampant, the High Elves seemed to have no way to deal with him, even if a ferocious boar summoned by Aurelia did not leave any traces on the other party's body, but was knocked away with two slaps, crushing a dozen trolls and elves who were fighting together along the way.

The Ranger General's bow and arrows didn't seem to be able to penetrate the armor of the opponent's body, and she kept leading the opponent's nose around the battlefield, causing no real damage to the giant bear at all. Until-

"Dirty idiot, look at your feet!" The female general shouted, her face full of mockery.

A huge circle had taken shape at the bear's feet, fiery runes turning like gears, intricate lines outlining an indescribable mystery that no mortal could ever find in his lifetime.

Half a second, or even a second, a huge fire elemental stretched out a palm from the circle and grabbed one of the bear's hind feet fiercely. A moment later, a heart-rending roar spread outward from the center of the square.

The fire djinn and the bear wrestled together and rolled from the square to the junction guarded by the Northern Troll Spearthrower, crushing dozens of trolls into a pulp. In the end, it was seen to plunge its claws deep into the bear's chest, and then gorgeously opened the self-detonation. None of the trolls at the intersection were spared, and the giant bear that was majestic on the battlefield before was also blown up and flew to the square, the original oily fur on his body became charred black, and the right hind paw and left forepaw were bent into a strange arc, obviously unable to stand up. The most important thing is that a large hole was blown through his chest, and the blood kept flowing down, which was shocking.

The female general didn't waste any more time on the bear, and after leaving four more teams to deal with the remaining trolls, clean up the battlefield, and take care of the wounded, she rushed across the intersection with only a few dozen warriors and rangers, and advanced towards the center of Taquilin.

The defeat of the giant bear became the last straw that crushed the battle, and the remaining trolls fell one by one under the hands of the rangers on the periphery, while the rest of the warriors were looking for the wounded except for a part to surround the giant bear. However, the cold pillar of blood still reminded the High Elves that the war was not over.