After being occupied by trolls for so many days, the Tower of the Morning Star no longer has its original high-end atmosphere, and the exterior walls are carved with comical paint, destroying the original exquisite artistic atmosphere.

What's more, the well-manicured lawn in the neighborhood grows wildly without the help of magic. Knee-high weeds not only make the neighborhood desolate, but also provide cover for the new owner.

Several troll hunters silently weaved through the grass, unable to spot them with the naked eye as the night grew darker.

But alas, there is more to the High Elves than just the naked eye.

Arcane energy surged silently, and the patrolmen's bodies suddenly bloomed with a pale white glow, dazzling like a light bulb against the increasingly dense night.

"Attack!"

Before the hunters could react, a hysterical roar suddenly came from the jungle, and the next moment, more than a dozen flaming arrows sped in from all directions.

As the smell of burning spreads around, the figures of the rangers gradually emerge under the night sky.

The Seven Rings spell group is invisible, and the impact of high-level spellcasters on a war is not insignificant.

Watching the corpse of the troll scorched by the flames in front of him gradually ignite the nearby weeds, Herios raised his hand and shot an arrow into the air. With a rapid scream, the arrows in the air suddenly exploded, and dazzling fireworks suddenly burst into the night sky.

Before the trolls in the camp could come to their senses, a howling wind rose from the darkness in all directions.

No, it's not the wind, it's the arrows, it's the sword!

Unlike Nalorak and his War Bear, the Far Wanderer's assault is an encirclement attack, and the biggest test of this assault mode is tacit understanding. The rangers had to attack at the same time, so that the enemy could not accurately judge their numbers and strength, and could not form a full-fledged defense at the first opportunity.

The embankment collapsed in the anthill, and the troll, who was also not good at defense, was stunned by the sudden attack. Just as he was about to defend this direction, a sharp arrow suddenly appeared behind him, and he turned around to support, but the ranger's scimitar attacked him from the blind spot.

As if there were elves on all sides, as if they were surrounded by countless rangers, the trolls were panicked, and their defenses seemed chaotic and weak.

With the help of group stealth, the Far Wanderer Ranger's attack was swift and efficient, and by the time Harraz and Ekilsson, who had reacted, stepped out of the Mage Tower, the outer defenses had been torn to shreds.

"Fools, soft eggs, grab your weapons and take out these elven mongrels!" Seeing his subordinates easily harvested like wheat by hordes of rangers, Harraz's face turned purple, and he lunged forward as he roared, and the claws of his fingertips easily tore through the throat of a ranger.

Then, dozens of sturdy bobcats rushed from the shadows, like a swarm of locusts passing through, and all the elven rangers who stood in their way were easily strangled by these nimble hunters.

However, as the old saying goes, a shot shoots a bird, and Harraz and his bobcat companions are so arrogant and domineering that they can't escape Darkan's eyes. The latter slowly raised his hands, and the rapidly converging magical aura made several elven guards around him shudder, and his originally restless mind instantly calmed down.

Then, almost all of Harraz and the dozen or so bobcats around him were shrouded in a faint glow, and the original concealment ability suddenly disappeared without a trace, and in the blink of an eye, they were attacked by the rangers who reacted.

The caster's power has never been proven only through large-scale destructive spells.

Although it is only a small dance light technique, under the improvement and strengthening of Darkan, it has become a weapon for gathering fire on the battlefield.

The magical aura made these hunters have nothing to hide, and under the siege of the rangers, they lost more than half of them for a while.

With a slap on the incoming scimitar, Harraz was about to step forward and tear open the enemy's throat, when a strong sense of crisis in his heart made him immediately give up the attack and jump high in the rear, almost at the same time, several arrows galloped past his position.

In the enemy's complementary attack mode, Harraz felt powerless and had to shout at the shaman behind him for help: "Ekirsson, you bastard, help quickly!"

"Shut up!

The wind elemental converged around Ekilsund in an extremely rough manner, and then, like a balloon bursting, a powerful storm swept through most of the battlefield in an instant.

Swarm acceleration.

The next moment, the troll who was pressed and beaten by the elves seemed to have knocked yao, and suddenly became extremely violent. Originally, the speed of the hunter, who could be easily crushed by the cooperation of the two rangers, increased dramatically, and when he exchanged injuries for injuries, he actually blocked the attack of the Far Wanderer.

Seeing the sudden increase in the losses of his own troops, Herios frowned, and was about to step forward to issue an order, but the footsteps hanging in the air suddenly stopped.

Sylvanas' indifferent gaze lingered in her mind, and her words were like a sword hanging over her back, piercing Herios' spine with a tingling pain.

Complex emotions flickered in the eye sockets, and finally all disappeared, turning into a long-forgotten sharpness.

"Tell me to go down, three-person array, prioritize killing the witch doctor and the commander, and fight me hard!"

Yes, Azeroth doesn't have a phone, no satellites, but it does magic!

The importance of instant heralds in war is self-evident, and the basic and simple methods of heralds such as tactical postures and battlements cannot fully convey the commander's intentions.

Magic is different......

Seeing that Herrios issued such an aggressive offensive order against the conservative norm, Darkan's brow couldn't help but frown slightly. However, as a 'qualified' advisor, he did not question the commander.

Hands slowly raised, and as arcane energy quickly gathered around him, the group communication technique accurately transmitted the command to the ears of all the squad leaders.

As the Rangers' attacks intensified, the battlefield became more and more chaotic, and the spilled blood rattled in the flames, and the strong smell of burnt and blood soon spread through the woods.

The dazzling light of the fire drew closer, and the wrinkles between Lanloth's brows became more pronounced.

"There's not much difference between us and us, and with the Giant Eagle and the Bobcat, are you sure we can defeat this force before Nalorak?"

"Did I say I'm going to defeat them once and for all?" Hearing Lanros's inquiry, Sylvanas suddenly burst out laughing, and then flicked the reins fiercely, and her tone became extremely fierce as Trixis accelerated her dash, "As long as you slaughter their commander, these brainless fools are not to be feared!"

After all, the giant eagles were only birds of prey, and their vision was also greatly blocked in the night, until the dragon eagle team came to the sky above the battlefield, and they took off into the sky.

Seeing the familiar black cloud quickly approaching, Sylvanas grinned and grabbed Lanros's shoulder violently, "The plan has begun, are you ready, mage?"

Glancing at the ground hundreds of meters away, Lanlos swallowed unconsciously, and then for some reason, his head was hot and he said, "You jump, I jump!"

Countless question marks flashed on the face of "......", and because the enemy's attack was about to come in front of him, Sylvanas did not ask, but directly kicked Lanlos in the back, "What are you yelling about, go down to you!"

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