Taquilin, the traffic pass of Yongge Forest, is based on the mountains, easy to defend and difficult to attack. At the same time, being on the highlands and having a wide line of sight make the village an outpost of Queldore.

This is the border of Quel'Thalas, the land choke point connecting the outside world to Silvermoon City, and of course, as Queldore's guard of the frontier, it is also a thorn in the side of the forest trolls.

Since the summoning order was issued two months ago, Taquilin's armament has increased day by day, along with the accompanying medical team and many bold speculative businessmen.

After all, it can only be regarded as a mountain stronghold, and the area of Taquilin is not large, and such a large number of people have poured in, making it gradually become crowded. Today, this boisterous illusion has intensified.

"Get out of the way!" "Get out of the way!" At the gate, a bloodied elven ranger stumbled in, his tattered leather armor covered with large and small cracks, and the scarlet scars that turned out had gradually turned purple and necrotic.

It's hard to imagine that even though he was seriously injured, he could still carry a dying companion all the way.

The companion's injuries were even more terrifying, not only with multiple fractures, but also with severe collapse of the shoulder blade, and the entire arm had disappeared, and the section of the wound was uneven, like a ...... It's like being torn off alive......

"Where's the priest?!" crashed headlong into the hotel that had been requisitioned as an infirmary, and the elven ranger fell to the ground with a stumble, and everyone around him seemed to hear the sound of the wound being torn again, and his scalp could not help but tingle. However, he didn't seem to feel the pain, and shouted hoarsely into the room, the green tendons on his forehead bulging like small snakes eager to break through the skin.

The next moment, a group of medical staff in white robes hurriedly ran out, and with a faint golden light enveloping him and his companions, the elven ranger finally relaxed. Almost at the same time, the far-traveler finally realized his current situation, and the exhaustion that came with it.

His blurred vision gradually dimmed, and at the moment he lost consciousness, he could barely see a golden shadow.

Liadline couldn't help but frown as she watched the priests settle the two elves.

She knew the two men, who had returned with wounded companions more than once as part of a reconnaissance team since the war escalated. However, their duty is not to fight, as scouts, they know how to protect themselves, and it is the first time that they have been injured in such a horrific way!

What's more, that dying ranger, the kind of injury that was almost crushed, she had seen.

Thinking of the night of the theft of the Sundor Runestone, Liadrin's face flashed with deep worry. That sturdy monster filled with evil powers, the power that crushes everything, must not be wrong......

At the same time, the figure of a mage flashed in her mind, remembering that the elven mage had killed the monster alone, her worries seemed to find an outlet, and surprise gradually appeared in her blue eyes:

"Galel, go and tell Aurelia that we need help!"

The pin-like arcane energy suddenly exploded, and as the lilac light flashed, a panting white-haired elf suddenly appeared in it. Dozens of meters behind, three troll hunters were persevering in pursuit.

Rumble!

A dazzling fireball suddenly appeared from the shadows, accompanied by a deafening roar, and the flames in the sky engulfed all the trolls who had gathered together.

The next moment, a sturdy creature slowly floated out of the same place.

Wrapped in scorching flames, it took on a vague humanoid form, though it had no legs, and floated in the air with the help of the flames, its thick arms almost dragging to the ground. Miraculously, despite the fact that it was a body made of raging flames and brought a scorching temperature, the flames seemed to have a consciousness of their own, seemingly wild but extremely restrained and well-behaved, and did not ignite the shrubs around them.

Of course, the main reason was Lanlos's order in advance, he didn't want this thing to cause a forest fire.

Glancing at the fire elemental that was following closely, Lanloth snapped his fingers crisply, and the former let out a low roar of relief, and the flames all over his body quickly dispersed, and soon disappeared into this space.

At the same time, the surrounding scenery disappeared.

"Your progress has been truly astonishing. On the platform, Solania spoke slowly.

Hearing the other party's only word of praise in the past two months, Lan Luos showed a heartfelt smile: "It's all the dean's credit." ”

Although he had been teaching himself all this time, Sorenia refused to allow Lanlos to call him a mentor.

As for the reason, Lanlos understands that because of the evil power, the other party does not want to see him.

"You don't have to compliment me. Waving his hand, Solanya's tone was still stern, "I will do what I should do, and don't think about what I shouldn't do." ”

Without giving Lanlos time to relieve his embarrassment, Solania raised his hand and pointed forward, and the aura of teleportation magic quickly surged around: "Next, I will conduct a second stage assessment of you......"

The surge of mana suddenly stopped, and Solania's brow furrowed slightly, and then immediately changed the direction of the flow of mana.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm in a hurry. "The magic that had teleported Lanloth away suddenly returned, and with Solania's permission, a tall figure gradually became clear in the white light.

Alona's appearance surprised Lanros, and what was even more surprising was that the Magister set his eyes on him for the first time.

"The Far Traveler sent someone to the academy overnight, saying that he was looking for someone named Goodman?"

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Looking at the disgruntled elf girl in front of her, Aurelia shook her head helplessly: "Wen Lesa, this is a war, not a game. ”

"I've been training for so many years to contribute to the war, isn't it time now?" Wen Lesa was very unhappy with the eldest sister's stop, "Why can't I participate?"

"The pressure on the front line is not yet great enough to require students to participate, you should stay in the academy with peace of mind, and when you officially join the army, there will naturally be a time when you will be needed. Patting the other party on the shoulder comfortingly, Aurelia turned to look behind her without waiting for Wen Lesa to retort, "I still have business to do, we'll discuss that later." ”

As soon as the words fell, the two elves walked quickly towards this side.

"Goodman?" A strange feeling of familiarity welled up in Aurelia's mind as she looked at the strangely dressed elven mage behind Alona.

After all, having lived in the modern world for so many years, Lanlos didn't like the mage's robes, and he wasn't prepared to adapt or cultivate such a habit, especially after specializing in the school of spells.

The light brown trench coat reaches to the mid-thighs, the white lining is snug and supple, and the loose pants at the bottom make him feel as comfortable as possible no matter how strenuous the workout.

The overall color of the clothes is very consistent with the jungle, and the whole person looks much more energetic and youthful, and the texture is softer than the original cloth clothes, and similarly, it basically does not have any protective ability.

Secondary creation, as a representative of the spell creation school, this four-ring spell can create a single composition of plant fiber products, in addition to clothing, hemp rope, arrow shafts, tables and chairs, etc., can be made out of thin air.

Pulling off the hood, Lanlos smiled slightly, but his words were very confusing: "Although I don't deny this title, I think you can call me by my name directly." ”

"Lanros?" the golden eyebrows jumped unconsciously, and a look of surprise flashed across Aurelia's face.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Captain Aurelia. From the bottom of her heart, Lan Luo did not forget that the other party and her companions helped her to hold a funeral for the villagers of Jinzhi Village.

In the same way, he did not forget what the trolls did: "If necessary...... I'm ready to go!"