In the ruined streets, two High Elves briskly ran towards the center of town, not caring if the movement of the running would attract the remaining troll warriors.

"Sylvanas, it's our job to protect the surviving civilians, not to rush into battle."

Roland reminded loudly as he trotted. Although he was very curious about the mysterious divine substance, if he had a choice, Roland just wanted to go back to the camp and sleep well, knowing that curiosity can kill cats.

"The trolls have shrunk their defenses!" The female ranger didn't look back, she was secretly worried about her sister in her heart, but she didn't say it, "All the trolls are heading towards the center of town, and as a High Elf, I can't afford to be indifferent to the invasion of my homeland." ”

As he spoke, the young ranger took a long arrow from his quiver and shot a troll warrior who suddenly appeared around the corner.

"There is no priest in our camp, and although you are only a low-level warrior, you can also use the Holy Light, so I will take you out."

Eldest sister, can you speak more tactfully, dare to love me as a big blood bottle in your eyes? It's easy to talk like this, can't you make it without friends?

As they got closer to the square in the center of town, the trolls guarding them more and more, and the pressure on the two increased, and the female ranger ran out of arrows, and had to fight the enemy with two short swords.

"Hah!"

With a loud shout, Roland jumped out from behind the female ranger as if flying, and the long sword in his hand was like lightning, bringing up a strong wind. Under the sunlight, a dazzling golden light cut off the troll warrior in front of him. All of a sudden, blood splattered.

"No, if we continue like this, we will be drowned by a steady stream of troll warriors before we reach our destination." The young man stood between the corpses of a dozen troll warriors with his long sword, bent down and gasped for air, he looked at his stamina, and the 35/60 value sounded in his heart, "We must find a way to get around this group of guys." ”

"This is already the least route I can find the enemy", the female ranger wiped the sweat from her face, the fierce battle made her newly recovered strength run out again, she leaned against the wall and gasped, not trying to contradict the other party.

"I said, how about we think differently?" The young man stepped on the iron disc under his feet.

The High Elves' Ranger has a spell casting ability that is halved, in other words, every two levels of the Ranger can master spells equivalent to a mage level increase. As a ranger general, Aurelia has been baptized by blood and fire in years of war with trolls, and is now an eighth-order ranger, who can use up to four rings of spells.

However, Ekirsson and Haraz are also battle-hardened veterans, and with the support of Malakas, a high-ranking priest who has returned from Zandalara, the two warriors who are about to join forces to enter the legendary realm, lead their troll soldiers to intercept Aurelia and his team.

"I'll tear you apart!" Ten feet tall, Haraz rushed into the camp of High Elf warriors brandishing a two-meter-long saber, the massive blade resembling the scythe of death, taking a living life with each swing, leaving behind shattered armor and unrecognizable corpses.

As for Ekirsun, he took the form of an eagle and created a huge storm, and the howling wind swept away the arrows fired by the rangers, providing the best cover for the troll troops below.

Just when the Ranger General was helpless, a majestic voice resounded over the battlefield. "Tempest, I will make you thunder against the enemy!"

All of a sudden, the storms created by Ekilsund collided violently with each other, and at the same time rushed towards Haraz, who was unparalleled in the crowd. The fierce friction stirred up a flickering electric light, and a cage of lightning and wind locked the tall troll warrior tightly in it, and the howling storm left deep wounds on the opponent's body like a sharp blade, and at the same time carried away a large amount of blood, and the agitated thunder light pierced Haraz's body, leaving a charred black cloud on the ground.

It was only a dozen seconds, and when the storm dissipated, there was only a black body left in place, and no blood flowed. Everyone present was stunned by this terrifying scene, it was a warrior who was close to legend!

It wasn't until Haraz's charred body fell heavily with his sword raised that everyone reacted and looked up at the sky—about thirty feet above the ground, a gray-haired High Elf mage with a staff in his hand, his sharp gaze looking down on the entire battlefield, and above his head were suspended three orbs of different colors: blue, red, and green.

"Mephistopheles!" Aurelia shouted out the other party's name in a distracted manner, he is the real power figure in the Silvermoon Council, the legendary mage who holds the mage tower in the name of Silvermoon, and the leader of the Silvermoon Spell Society!

The elven mage slowly landed beside the Ranger General and said, "Girl Aurelia, you take a warrior who can still fight to interrupt the other party's sacrificial ceremony, where the arcane energy is being devoured, and I can't exert my strength, so I'll leave it to me here." ”

As he spoke, he waved his staff and shot a yellow light at the eagle in the air, "The heaviness of the earth will shroud this sky!" ”

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ekilsson had not had time to escape, but was pulled inside by a huge gravitational force. With a "boom", the giant eagle slammed into the ground, stirring up a large cloud of dust.

When the smoke cleared, a stout troll was seen lying on a cracked slab with his left hand clutched, his left hand twisted in an unnatural state. Ekirsson looked viciously at the old mage who was walking towards him, and although he was apprehensive, he couldn't stand up, and most of the bones in his body had been broken by the impact just now. At the same time, most of the troll warriors scattered around the streets were fleeing in all directions, and none of the trolls dared to face the legendary mage who had subdued two powerful warriors with a single raise of his hand.

Mephistopheles didn't care about the fleeing enemies, but summoned a dozen secret minions to bandage and heal the wounded High Elf warriors, and at the same time sent a magic message to the back, asking some priests to come to the rescue.

Leading a dozen warriors who could still afford to hold weapons, Aurelia approached the red pillar of light, and without the interception of the troll soldiers, the entire empty street was only a small platform and a troll who was fifteen feet tall.

"Trolls, you'll regret what you've done!" The Ranger General took the lead and rushed at the other side, bending his bow and arrows. With the sound of the sharp arrow breaking through the air, a silver sharp arrow flew quickly through a distance of dozens of meters towards the blood-red ball suspended above the platform.

However, Zurkin only lifted the great axe in his hand to the right, and the arrow, which carried the wind whistling, completely lost its power and fell to the ground in the impact, while the hand holding the weapon did not move.

"Little girl, this little strength is no match for me, I am not a coward like Malakas, Amani will never flee his land!"

"Amani Troll never gave up and never forgot! I will bury you here, this land that you have taken away! ”

Not far from this street, a small sewer lid began to shake, and then a young elf pushed the lid open and crawled out, he was careful to be vigilant, and complained in his heart: "I didn't expect the sewers to be so exquisitely made, and the perfectionism of the High Elves is too distorted!" ”

Before he could go any further, Sylvanas got up to make sure he was in his bearings, and beckoned him to run east down the street. Before he could turn the corner, Roland heard a roar from a troll, followed by the sound of iron striking on the masonry. Turning the corner, I saw an elven ranger fighting a powerful troll warrior under the cover of a group of warriors.

Why do you say powerful? Because the guy wielded an axe the size of a door panel, pressing a dozen warriors back step by step, not a single elven warrior dared to use his small body to try the opponent's huge strength. The surrounding warriors could only rely on their dexterity to keep moving around this small space, while waiting for an opportunity to add a few wounds to the opponent's body with the weapons in their hands.

Strangely, Sylvanas did not rush directly this time, but instead reached out to stop the young man, and the two carefully observed the situation together. Although it was a little strange to be calm about the female ranger, he didn't care, but instead set his eyes on the street in battle, and the strange red crystal, the round crystal suspended in midair, and countless souls formed a vortex around it, constantly torn apart and sucked into it, and it was this crystal that sent that blood-colored light into the sky.

At the same time, the young man vaguely felt the connection between the strange crystal and the troll warrior in battle, as if a thin line connected the two.

Recalling the previous system prompt, Roland couldn't help frowning slightly, could it be that thing the so-called divine substance? People who have this kind of thing should generally be big guys, right? Could it be that this oversized troll, whose height is completely unreasonable, is the legendary chief of Amani, Zurkin?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but poke his head out again to look at the mighty and domineering troll warrior.

The other party was very tall and muscular, twice the height of the average troll, and his blue-green skin showed a sickly bright red, and veins loomed. Holding a large axe in both hands, he forced the besieging warriors and a female ranger in emerald armor to wander away.

The sharp weapons of the High Elf warriors could only leave a shallow wound on his body, and even blood could not be seen, and the elven ranger who seemed to be the commander was not much stronger, and when the arrows she hurriedly shot landed on the troll warrior, they were also blocked by a bloody cloak, and they could only sink into half an inch at most.