Zuaman, a black primeval forest, was once the center of the forest trolls, and their last refuge in 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, with mist, miasma, swamps, and looming pyramids, which are obviously a forest, but give people an extremely gloomy feeling. The sorcery of the trolls has affected the climate, allowing the trolls to keep their last refuge firmly in the palm of their hands.

For a long time, although they were defeated by the alliance of the High Elves and humans, the trolls were safe and sound hiding in Anzuman, the human kingdom has been divided into seven, and there are many contradictions between each other, no one pays attention to this smoky forest that has been transformed by trolls, and the High Elves rely on their own rune enchantment protection, and they do not put these defeated generals who can only rely on their bodies to eat, so they let the trolls escape, licking their wounds silently in the dark, Waiting for the moment of revenge on the High Elves and humans.

It's a pity that before the opportunity came, the trolls ushered in an unexpected catastrophe.

Outside the jungle of Zuaman, the ground trembled slightly, and a team of about a thousand people slowly came from afar, riding colorful chocobos, with pointed ears, handsome appearance, extraordinary momentum, with a pride on their faces, and a piece of equipment shining with the luster of magic, which could be described as extremely gorgeous, and in a moment the whole team came to the edge of the jungle.

"Stop, put away your mount. Next we walk in! ”

Then a very young boy at the head suddenly made a gesture and stopped all the advancing troops.

The elven boy with his golden and silver eyes seemed to be very prestigious, under his orders. The team of nearly 1,000 people stopped their mounts in unison, quietly jumped down from them, put their mounts into the badges they carried, and lined up in phalanxes one by one.

A knight in bright red armor, armed with a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, stood at the front and wings of the procession, then a ranger wearing green chain mail with a longbow and a blade hanging from his waist, and at the back were mages and priests in cloth robes and holding staffs.

Although because of what Kael'thas said before. Anas didn't equip his son with all the elite troops, after all, that would have derailed the plan to establish Kael'thas prestige, but there was no problem in arranging the lineup of war, law, and pastoral. After all, a mage who is rare to see in the human kingdom is nothing in Quel'Thalas, because of the Well of the Sun and their own physical problems, most of the High Elves can use a few hands of arcane magic. The qualifications are slightly better. can become a battle mage, comparatively speaking, those priests are relatively rare, and they are not common among Quel'Salas, this time Anastarian sent a full fifty priests to a thousand-strong army, although most of them are low-level priests, but they are also a lot of money.

Five hundred newly built elven knights, three hundred travelers. One hundred and fifty mages and fifty priests, this is the entire lineup of the High Elves on the expedition against Anzuman.

His eyes glanced over the High Elves behind him. Mo Wen nodded with satisfaction, facing the unfavorable combat mission, these high elves did not have the slightest cowardice and confusion in their eyes, but were full of determination, especially the five hundred elf knights, whose fanatical eyes could almost breathe fire.

A smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth, and facing his subordinates, Mo Wen shouted, "Warriors of the High Elf Clan, are you ready?" We're going to invade Zuaman, banish those damned trolls forever, and put an end to generations of hatred today! ”

Handsome appearance, charming demeanor, bathed in the sun, Mo Wen at this moment was as bright and tall as a god, which made all the elf warriors stunned, and then shouted one after another.

"Long live the High Elves!"

"Quel'Salas will win!"

"Kill all those mossy monsters!"

In the shouts one after another, Mo Wen nodded with satisfaction, and then quietly summoned a huge bow and shot an arrow without looking back.

At the same time, a few meters away from the tree, a figure fell down from the tree.

Seven-foot-tall, two-hundred-pound in size, covered in mossy skin and exposed fangs, it was a forest troll, and judging by the dagger it held, it was supposed to be a troll thief.

Unlike the setting in the game, this world is the real world after all, so the skills of some classes will have some corresponding changes. The stealth of thieves is generally to make themselves merge with their surroundings, reduce the possibility of detection, and really make themselves disappear completely, which only those top heroes can do.

The troll thief who was pierced by Mo Wen's arrow can lurk under the noses of so many high elf warriors, and his strength is not bad, at least a high-level professional, but unfortunately he is facing Mo Wen.

An arrow mixed with arcane energy shot directly into his chest, opening a basin-sized wound there, Rao is troll's recovery power is amazing, and he couldn't survive this kind of injury, he fell to the ground and rolled twice, and then swallowed his breath.

The sudden interlude choked the High Elves' call, but then they shouted even harder.

In the past, they had only heard from others that His Royal Highness Prince Kael'thas was a genius, but they didn't know how strong he was, but the arrow just now showed everyone the strength of the High Elf Prince, and made these warriors more confident.

"Onward, Aim Anzuman!"

There was no unnecessary nonsense, and with Mo Wen's order, a team of thousands of people, led by knights, slowly walked into the smoky jungle.

"Your Royal Highness, please wait a minute!"

Mo Wen was about to follow in, but was stopped by a figure behind him.

It was a High Elf Ranger Girl, unlike the other Ranger who wore green armor, this beautiful Ranger Miss was wearing a bright red chain mail, a short skirt, and long blond hair flowing. The turquoise eyes were scorching, and the arms, thighs, and snow-white skin were exposed. In stark contrast to the fiery red color, it makes people dizzy for a while, and the eagle on the forearm cries from time to time, which is even more eye-catching.

As a ranger dressed in bright red like this, he is either an idiot or extremely confident in himself, judging by the confident look of the girl. She obviously won't be the former.

Aurelia. Windranger, the head of the three Windranger sisters, the High Elves became famous as a heroic ranger in the troll wars.

Just at this time. However, a trace of worry flashed in the ranger's eyes, and his turquoise pupils glanced at the elven troops who were slowly approaching the Zuaman jungle, and asked Mo Wen with some concern: "Your Highness Kael'thas, I don't know what your plans are for this operation?" ”

"Plan?" Mo Wen was stunned. Then he chuckled. "I don't have any plan, isn't it just to rush into Anzuman City and slaughter Zurkin directly!"

"What?!"

Aurelia was stunned for a moment, then her voice suddenly rose by half a degree, and she said a little anxiously: "Your Royal Highness, you don't know exactly what we are going to face, it's Zu Aman!" The lair of that damn group of green-skinned monsters has at least tens of thousands of trolls in it. Are you going to let us rush in like this!! I thought your target was somewhere else, or some good plan."

As a hero who has made a name for himself in the Troll Wars. Aurelia knew better than anyone which trolls were terrifying, and with a tenfold gap of more than ten times, they had no chance of winning.

But looking at Aurelia's somewhat anxious expression, Mo Wen shrugged his shoulders and said disapprovingly: "Your Excellency Windranger, believe me, it's just a few tens of thousands of trolls, and they won't be our opponents!" My elven knights will—"

"Even if you can use one as a hundred, you won't be able to stop those beasts from a steady stream, Your Highness the Prince!"

Aurelia interrupted Mo Wen rudely, and she looked at Mo Wen as if she were looking at a child who didn't understand anything, but was very willful.

I thought that this wise prince had some other plans, or that this was just a test to test the strength of the elven knights, Aurelia didn't pay much attention to it, but in the end, it was such a result, the prince really wanted to strangle the trolls of Zuaman with this little force, it seems that the smooth sailing experience has made him forgetful, so he has this crazy idea.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, you listen to me," Taking a deep breath, Aurelia forced herself to calm down, and persuaded Mo Wen: "Those damn monsters are not so easy to deal with, their strength far exceeds ours, and their body recovery is terrifying, even the severed limbs can slowly recover by themselves, without the overwhelming mage troops, it is impossible for us to defeat them at all, so Your Royal Highness the Prince, it is better for us not to go deep into the jungle of Zuaman this time, as His Royal Highness the Prince, You must be accountable to your own people, and you can't let them die in vain! ”

Aurelia had already made up her mind to change Kael'thas decision, she didn't want to see her men who had been with her for many years die in vain.

But at this moment, a cold, arrogant voice came from behind her.

"My dear sister, are you afraid?"

Smooth and delicate wheat-colored skin, long silver-white hair as bright as the silver moon, and a handsome appearance that somewhat resembled Aurelia, a woman with a silver-white longbow walked over, looking at Aurelia with playful eyes.

Her upper body is a dark red breastplate, which only covers those important parts, the heavy flesh balls are small and half exposed, and the deep furrow in the middle is enough to attract the attention of any male creature, and the lower body is a short skirt armor, and for the side, a small opening is also made on the side, a large area of skin is looming, and the full and round thighs are also particularly slender against the red long-legged boots.

In all fairness, because she inherited some of the Night Elves' natural clothing style, the High Elves generally have very little clothing and look a little revealing, and the woman's dress is actually not too out of line, but I don't know if her figure is too outstanding, or the rebellious color between her eyebrows, which makes her look very sexy and charming, enough to be called a stunner.

"Sylvanas!" Looking at the visitor, Aurelia's face was a little ugly. (To be continued......)

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