…… Chapter 142: Embarking on the Journey

The breeze is blowing and the morning light is faint. The drizzle is swaying, and the soft chant is like a song...

In the quiet Yongge Forest, the fragrance of plants and trees is refreshing, and the intoxicating fragrance of blood thistle surrounds you; Under the arcane light, the magnificent Silvermoon City is like a lazy sleeping beauty, which makes people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves;

In the low bushes, the mana floating dragon roamed freely; Under the dazzling afternoon sun, the agile lynx squinted its eyes and paced into the shade of the trees, facing the humid sea breeze, and the flying dragon eagle circled gracefully; The proud High Elves had reserved smiles on their mouths, bathed in the light of the Well of the Sun, and lived calmly and elegantly like nobles......

This was the charming scenery and strange life that the arcane kingdom of Quel'Salas had imagined for Old Tang.

However, when Old Tang stepped through the portal, he was greeted by another depressed and dilapidated scene......

The air was filled with the stench of decomposing corpses, and the thick smell of blood in it made Old Tang, a veteran who was accustomed to death, frown; Bursts of terrible howls rang in my ears from time to time, and the howls of ghosts and wolves from a distance disturbed people's hearts......

The magic tower, a symbol of the power of the arcane, has broken in the middle, and the stone wall depicting the mystical arcane runes and magic circles has long been broken and has lost its energy; There are not many of the original ornate and artistic chic buildings, and even the attics that are still standing can clearly see cracks and bloodstains; Broken blades, broken armor......

What appeared in front of Old Tang and the Minotaur warriors was a line of defense that had just undergone the baptism of war.

It's a town of the High Elves, at least it once was.

Now, though, it's more of a shelter and refugee camp behind the battlefield.

Those elven rangers who were agile in the past now sat on the ground leaning on the ruins, looking exhausted. The elven magician who frowned and seized the time to meditate on the restoration of mana; Elven warriors and spellbreakers who are limp on the ground and have heavy expressions; High Elf refugees with confused and fearful eyes; With a sad and numb expression, the townsfolk were busy carrying and burying the bodies of their compatriots...... The town was now overcrowded with High Elf troops and elven civilians fleeing to the rear.

Dozens of High Elf priests were busy rescuing the dying robes, and from time to time the wounded let out a painful wail of pain. A team of pharmacists with armbands were dispensing potions to their compatriots who were seriously injured one by one, but the doctors had no time to take care of them. Most of the lightly injured High Elf warriors gritted their teeth and endured the pain, bandages and herbs bandaged the wounds of their comrades, and as for those who were lucky or experienced in battle, they also closed their eyes and collapsed to the ground like dead dogs, grasping every minute and every second to recover what little body was left.

Although there were many people, except for the cries of the wounded, the silence of the messy town in front of them was terrible.

Collapsed houses, blood-stained streets, barricades smashed by great force, exhausted soldiers, large numbers of wounded, low morale, and the corpses of the undead before they had time to clean up...... You don't need to ask Old Tang to guess that there must have been a brutal bloody battle here not long ago.

In the face of the overwhelming undead natural disaster, even if the High Elf troops stationed here held the line of defense and won the battle, I am afraid that they would suffer a lot of losses and heavy casualties. At least the High Elf soldiers who have exhausted the last bit of body in their bodies can prove that this defensive battle is not easy for the elves to win......

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Old Tang, who stepped out of the portal, briefly looked at the depressed and dilapidated picture in front of him, and began to look around to determine his position and familiarize himself with the terrain.

Behind him, a huge portal kept spitting. Around the portal, hundreds of High Elf arch-mages are standing in the six-pointed star position, steadily transmitting magic power to the magic circle, trying their best to keep the portal stable.

On the surface of the huge portal, the blue phosphorescent light continued to light up, and the footsteps of the followers of the heavily armed Minotaur warriors, Don, left their hometown and came to the other side of the Endless Sea, to the arcane kingdom of the High Elves, Quel'Thalas. Here, they will fight alongside their new allies, the High Elves, against a wicked and powerful foe, the Undead Scourge!

Three full days had passed since the Minotaur sent troops to reinforce their new allies, which had been approved by Kane Bloodhoof and relayed to Prince Kael'thas by Don Sr.

In the past three days, not only have Old Tang and the generals of the legion been busy assembling and reorganizing their troops, mobilizing baggage and grain and grass, but the Blood Elf Mission led by Prince Kael'thas has also been busy opening a huge temporary portal.

It is not easy to open and maintain a huge temporary portal large enough for tens of thousands of troops to pass through guò.

Not to mention the massive amount of mana required to keep the portal open and stable, it was enough for hundreds of mages above the eighth order to relive the headache-splitting nightmare after the mana overdraft. Just to open a portal that is enough to support tens of thousands of troops to shuttle, the sky-high amount of materials required is unimaginable to ordinary people. Aside from Silvermoon City, apart from the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, Old Tang really couldn't think of anyone else in Azeroth who could support such a large consumption......

Those precious materials that are scarce or expensive one after another, maybe even the emerging magical capital of Dalaran can't scrape the ground, but for the High Elf Kingdom with a 10,000-year-old heritage, although the flesh hurts, it is not a big injury. What's more, the High Elves are willing to pay for this sky-high cost!

After all, their homeland is being invaded, and their kingdom is in danger. At this time, it is undoubtedly the most precious thing to be able to get the help of another powerful race, to be able to get the strong support of new allies! Compared with the tens of thousands of reinforcements of the Minotaurs, the so-called sky-high cost, the so-called precious materials are not worth mentioning at all!

The expensive long-distance portal never stops. The mages supporting the magic array have changed three waves, and every High Elf mage in the Magus Legion has done their best. Mana gems, arcane torrents, and even the awakening abilities of arcane practitioners have been used all over again. And almost every High Elf mage who was replaced was gritting their teeth, enduring the unimaginable pain in their heads, and seizing the time to meditate and restore their mana, so as to replace those comrades who were about to run out of oil and couldn't hold on in time......

Under the command of generals at all levels, the warriors of the Dragon Wrestling Legion formed a phalanx of 100 people, arranged in an orderly manner, and embarked on the journey with the fastest efficiency. The portal lasted for an entire afternoon, and it flashed more than 400 times! It wasn't until the last minotaur also set foot on the land of Quel'Salas that the portal was completely closed! And the hundreds of High Elf mages who had been gritting their teeth and holding on to it all collapsed to the ground almost the moment the blue wave of transmission was extinguished.

Yan zhòng's army of mages who have overdrawn their mana and physical strength will completely lose their combat effectiveness in the next week! They need a good rest to get rid of the feeling of powerlessness that is physically and mentally exhausted! But their sacrifice paid off! A full 40,000 Minotaur allies rushed to the battlefield of Quel'Thalas. And these brave warriors will erect an impregnable wall for their allies!

Although the news of the Minotaur reinforcements had been announced to his people and soldiers by Prince Kael'thas in advance, the Magister Legion had also been busy in the open space of the square for a morning, which made the High Elves mentally prepared. But when Old Don and Kael'thas led a team of mighty and brave Minotaur warriors to really appear in front of them, they resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the cheers suddenly rose to the sky in the land of the High Elf Kingdom!

Almost all of the High Elf warriors who were originally sluggish and depressed were holding on to their tired bodies and cheering loudly, and their originally sad and blank eyes were completely replaced by joy and excitement at this moment! Many High Elf civilians looked at the Minotaur reinforcements in front of them and left tears of surprise!

The originally low morale of the High Elves suddenly rose to the peak with the arrival of Minotaur reinforcements!

Because it turns out that they are not alone! Their prince has found allies and hope for them!

Although sometimes the blood elves have a bad temper. Despite their arrogant temperament, they always have a faint estrangement from other races, rejecting people from thousands of miles away. But these arcane darlings are not unkind and ungrateful races! The Minotaurs who did not hesitate to lend a helping hand in their most dangerous moments have already reaped the friendship and gratitude of the Arcane darlings!

Looking at the excited crowd in front of him, Old Tang's heart also fluctuated violently.

Naturally, he will not forget the damage caused to these high elves by the natural disaster! The Well of the Sun was polluted, most of Silvermoon City was turned into ruins, countless elves were killed or slaughtered in battle, and even after death, they were not at peace, and they rose up again under the destruction of evil spells, becoming a member of their most hated Scourge Legion, mercilessly joining the ranks of slaughtering their relatives, comrades-in-arms, friends, and lovers......

The last bloodline of the Sunseeker Dynasty was blinded by hatred, and in their quest to revive the kingdom and save their people, they went astray and embarked on the road of no return......

This time, Don wants to do everything he can to change this tragedy!

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The officers and men of the regiment were ordered to be stationed on the spot and reorganize the defense. Old Don, along with the paralyzed man, the old man, and Bane Bloodhoof, followed Prince Kael'thas and walked straight to the town center headquarters. Prince Kael'thas, who had been away from the kingdom for many days, was anxious to know the current state of the war, and the Scourge Legion was menacing, leaving little time for the High Elves......

Squeezing through the crowd and comforting the grieving and grieving people, Prince Kael'thas led the old Tang and his party all the way forward until they reached the center of the town, where a cool but fighting shout rang in everyone's ears;

"Civilians continue to retreat to the rear! Don't stop! Go to Silvermoon City! There will be armies to meet you along the way! Hold on, we still have hope! There's still hope for Quel'Thalas! ”

Old Tang followed the voice, and a bewitching but heroic figure appeared in front of him...... M