Quel'Salas - Silvermoon, the capital of the self-exiled High Elves. It is a dazzling spectacle, with streamlined buildings, red and gold trees all over the city, and all the handsome men and beautiful women walking on the streets, and the whole city is like being in a myth.

To the north of the city, there is a tall spire, which is the most ornate, extravagant, and corrupt of all the elven buildings.

Tower of the Sunfury!

The royal palace of the High Elves, now inhabited by Anastarian Sunstrider, the current king of Quel'Thalas, as Darth Rema. A descendant of the Sunstrider, he has two great achievements in his life, the first of which is that the United Terrans defeated the trolls who were originally entrenched in the northern forests of Lordaeron, so that the High Elves can enjoy a rare peace.

But now this peace is about to be broken, the remnants of the original trolls, hiding in the vast forest called Zuaman in the northeast of Lordaeron to recuperate, more than 2,000 years of family planning, from the original nearly 10,000 old, weak, sick and disabled to a large tribe of 2 million trolls, the number of soldiers can be as high as 400,000!

The rapid growth of the population, the lack of resources, and the historical hatred of the High Elves have all prompted the troll leader Zurkin to accept Gul'dan's invitation to become a member of the tribe.

The trolls invaded the south, and the orcs went north, agreeing to jointly destroy the High Elves and the Terrans, and divide the world equally.

And the same two thousand years of family planning, the High Elves

Hehe, Chu Ci just wants to laugh.

Silvermoon Forest plus Silvermoon City, Chanting Forest, and Sun Well, all the high elves together are only in their early 200,000s, which is equivalent to the population of a human race, and the population of Stormwind City is equivalent to a human race, aside from the old and weak, women and children, as well as civilians who are not suitable for fighting, and the troops that can fight are less than 20,000, which is still accumulated in peacetime after the Battle of Quicksand thousands of years ago.

20,000 elven troops, 400,000 trolls, even if all the high elves can fight ten, but the ratio is 1:20!

"That's why I'm here, as long as I'm here, nothing will happen to Quel'Thalas." Chu Ci sat in front of the three sisters of Windranger and talked eloquently.

"Zurkin has announced that he has joined the Horde, but he has not yet declared war on Quel'Salas, and His Majesty the Sunstrider is old, his eyes are cloudy, and he is unable to move forward." Sylvanas is the daring second of the three sisters, and she opens her mouth to sneer at Anastarian.

"Ciel, please maintain respect for the Sunstrider family!" Aurelia frowned slightly, and reprimanded in a low voice: "His Majesty the Sunstrider has made an indelible contribution to Quel'Thalas, how can he be disrespectful in words"

Aurelia stopped talking halfway through speaking, but how could she not know that Aurelia was actually dissatisfied with His Majesty the Sunchaser, after all, after the troll announced that she had joined the tribe, Aurelia was actually recalled by the Silvermoon Council, which no longer means that she is greedy for life and afraid of death, but treacherous!

If Chu Ci hadn't planted a tower in the southern continent and opened a new copy to attract the attention of the tribe, Blackhan and Gul'dan would have led tens of thousands of orcs to force the Sadol Bridge and open the portal at the same time, send 10,000 orcs to Zuaman, and join forces with the trolls to attack Quel'Salas, igniting beacons everywhere.

"Your Excellency, Miss Arkaria, thank you for coming from far and wide to come to your aid, and the Windrangers thank you for your actions on behalf of all the elven civilians of Quel'Thalas." The little sister Wen Leisa's voice is thin and soft, gentle and polite, and it sounds very comfortable.

"You must prepare to send troops as soon as possible, the development of trolls is far beyond imagination, and the runestone barrier is not as unbreakable as you imagined. The only way to defeat the strong is to use your wits in the period before the trolls arrive at Quel'Salas to close the gap between friend and foe. ”

Akaria's face was expressionless, her voice was cold, and her expression was serious, exhorting the Windranger sisters to be ready for war at any time.

"Please rest assured, I will definitely advise Your Majesty with all my might." Aurelia nodded solemnly.

When it came to the life and death of Quel'Salas, the three sisters did not dare to let up in the slightest, and lobbied the Silvermoon Council and important members of the Sunstrider family, as well as writing to Kael'thas Sunstrider, who was in the Dalaran Council, hoping that the far-sighted prince would persuade his father.

But the effect is low, the three Windranger sisters are beautiful, and they are very active and popular characters in the history of the continent that will rise in the future, but before that, Aurelia was just a ranger general, Sylvanas only joined the rangers, and Winlessa was just an adult.

In the future, the three sisters will have the confidence to shout the name of the 'Windranger Family', but now they can only call themselves 'Windranger'.

After a week of traveling, the Silvermoon Council finally took the trouble to give Aurelia a team of fifty rangers as if they were throwing garbage, and gave them the order to detect the trolls.

"Your Excellency, I've disappointed you." Aurelia looked ashamed and lowered her head to face it.

"Fifty? Is this a snack for a troll? Chu Ci touched his chin and had a new impression of the group of elders with rigid thoughts.

"Or," Aurelia muttered, seemingly a little speechless.

"What? Want to give up? Chu Ci spread out his hands, sighed, and said helplessly: "It seems that it's time to show real skills!"

……

Zuaman, a black primeval forest, was once the political center of the forest trolls, and their last refuge on the continent of Lordaeron.

Compared to the red and gold, rich and colorful beauty of the Silver Moon Forest, the forest of Zuaman is a completely different scene.

The mist, the miasma, the swamp, and the looming pyramid are a forest, but they give people an extremely dark feeling. The troll's sorcery power has affected the climate, allowing the trolls to hold their last sanctuary firmly in the palm of their hand.

This is the home of the trolls, and the Eagle Eye, which the High Elves are proud of, can't even see five hundred meters, let alone a human.

"How many trolls are there on the other side?" Chu Ci squatted behind a boulder, poked out half of his head, and scratched the eyes of the trolls who looked exactly the same.

"Five warriors, three thieves, two hunters, a standard patrol team." Wen Lesa quickly poked out half of her head, glanced at it hurriedly, and hurriedly ducked back, her pointed ears trembling slightly, looking a little nervous.

"Kill." Chu Ci let out a divine thought, confirmed that there was no second group of patrols nearby, and immediately ordered the rangers.

The rangers, who only carried bows and arrows all over their bodies, bent their bows and drew arrows under the cover of the leaves, and the open battle was not to be used in such a huge disparity between the enemy and the enemy, the High Elves put down their pride, and at the same time as the bowstring sounded, the ten trolls fell to the ground with arrows on their heads!

"Transfer in the direction of three o'clock, cover Group B!" Chu Ci waved his hand, and eleven sturdy and slender figures followed behind him, submerging into the fog. (To be continued.) )