There is no greater sorrow for a soldier than to follow a commander who is obsessed with politics. Herios may be a calculating leader, but he is not destined to be a qualified general.

To be able to leave Tommanson alone under such circumstances is simply irresponsible for the lives of the hundreds of far-travelers in the camp.

If I were a member of the Silvermoon Council, I wouldn't let you get promoted.

Glancing at the lieutenant standing on the balcony in contemplation, Lanlos shook his head silently and walked slowly towards his room.

Not in his position, not in his politics. Lanloth was just an assistant faculty member of the academy who had come to assist, and while he was happy to contribute to the war due to demonic reasons, he was not a soldier, or even a member of the Sunfury Legion.

Therefore, what he had to do was not to correct Herios, but to wait, wait for the academy's appointment.

Sorenia's training isn't over, and for Lanloth, his enemy isn't just a troll, but more importantly, that Ereda lurks in Quel'Thalas.

No matter how selfish and cautious Herios is, it has to be said that he is still very good at tactics and strategies when he can hold the Far Wanderer camp for nearly a hundred years.

The first time to send rangers to recall those who were doing reconnaissance missions, Herrios organized his subordinates to consolidate the defense line all day, and traps such as horse rejection formations and horse traps surrounded almost the entire camp, and the original rudimentary perimeter fence was also reinforced layer by layer.

With the help of Darkan's magic, Taquilin had established communication with the camp, and a group of powerful reinforcements from Silvermoon City had changed course and would soon arrive at the camp.

Provided, of course, that within two days, the camp would not be captured.

"My lord, Harraz and his hunters have no news yet, should we wait?" As the shadows of the forest twitched in the night, a tall, lanky troll spoke cautiously into the vast darkness behind him.

"Wait?" The thick voice vibrated like a drum, even if it was deliberately suppressed, it was still loud and powerful, "Don't you see what these elves are doing? Harraz, that idiot has exposed our plans!"

"But ......"

"There is no need for that cringing idiot! With my strength, breaking through this humble camp is just a matter of waving my hand!" The black shadow suddenly moved, its tall body looming in the dim moonlight, and the angular muscle outlines were rugged and winding, like a continuous mountain, which was shocking.

Nalorak, the spokesperson of Spirit Bear, believes in violence and ferocity, and his strength is as unstoppable as his massive body!

"Pick up your spears and let the bears go!" like rolling thunder, Nalorak's voice instantly spread behind him, and he was responded to by a roar full of bestiality and savagery.

"Enemy attack!"

Lanloth was quietly sitting in his room, reacting and reviewing the spells he had learned, when a cry of horror made him bounce immediately.

Walking quickly to the balcony, the scene in front of him made him look surprised.

Trolls, a horde of trolls rushed out of the mountains and forests to the west!

What's even more terrifying is that a tall and strong black giant bear rushes in front of the trolls, and its huge body becomes the target of the rangers. Although they are not armoured, most of the arrows are blocked by thick fur.

On the other hand, the terrifying force easily smashed the horse rejection formation, and the wooden fence was torn open like a paper paste with a huge gap.

They were followed by a large group of Amani War Bears, troll riders spear-wielding high-pitched roars. As he approached the camp, he hurled spears, axes, and even stones at the elves.

From the discovery of the enemy's attack to the first line of defense torn apart by the opponent, only tens of seconds have passed!

"Lanloth!" Lotherma shouted to the elven mage as she looked up at the second-floor balcony under the tower.

The latter quickly understood, and immediately jumped from the balcony: "What happened? Where did these trolls come from? What did the scouts on the front line do?!"

"Hell knows what's going on, quick, we need help!" Lotherma didn't answer the other man's question, and Lotherma raised her hand at the giant bear that had rushed into the crowd and slaughtered. Obviously, with the combat power of the Far Wanderer Ranger, there is simply no way to subdue it in a short time.

"I'll try my best, you go to Darkan. Knowing that now was not the time to hold accountable, Lanlos nodded and immediately rushed towards the giant bear.

What kind of bear is this? It's a heavy tank!

As he got closer, the sweat droplets on Lanloth's forehead became more and more fine, the giant bear was the size of most of the bus, and its thick claws could lift off a large number of rangers with every swing. In a few moments, blood stained his dark hair.

"I'm going to crush your bones!" As if the surprise wasn't enough, the black bear let out a roar that was the first time Lanros had heard such a shocking troll whisper.

Nalorak ......

Seeing this, Lanlos's face showed a hint of realization, the flesh shield and iron mallet of the Four Heavenly Kings of Zuaman possessed the strongest defense and absolute strength.

To say that he is a tank is not wrong at all.

Rumble!

The black bear charged hard at the foot of a watchtower, only to hear a loud bang, and in the terror cry of the elven ranger, the latter fell straight up.

The dust in the sky flooded most of the giant bear's figure, and his vision became blurred, and the entire battlefield suddenly became chaotic.

Lanroth was well aware of the vulnerability of a spellcaster on the battlefield, and he did not rush to cast a spell attack, but took advantage of the chaos to enter a state of invisibility.

Only when you are alive can you have an output, this is the real world, and it is difficult to achieve it by standing behind your teammates and casting spells unscrupulously, not to mention that these elven rangers are not qualified meat shields.

Relying on his individual strength, Nalorlac's powerful charge had already opened up a gap with the large army behind him, and Herrios was quick and immediately led a group of rangers to close the gap in the fence.

Superb archery resistance, many Amani war bears have been pierced by arrows through the front door, pain and vision blocked, the front row of Amani war bears suddenly fell to the ground, the huge body has become a natural roadblock to block the charge of their companions.

"A bunch of shit!" erupted into a roar, and Nalorak slapped the elven shooters who had fallen from the lookout to escape.

Opportunity!

Seeing that the giant bear turned around and wanted to tear through the defense again, the elven mage in the shadows raised his right arm and opened his evil five fingers towards the giant bear with his back to him.

Thunder Gun!

A bolt of blue lightning pierced the night sky, heading straight for the only weak spot in Nalorak that wasn't covered in black fur.

"Whew-"

The huge body fell to the ground with a bang, and the wail that sounded like thunder was enough to shock the world and cry ghosts and gods.

Those who hear it are frightened, and those who hear it are frightened!

The bear's thick hind legs trembled, like a fountain suddenly opening up in a ravine, and the blood flowing like a pillar instantly stained the back half of his body and the large land beneath him.

All the elven rangers who had witnessed the Thunder Spear piercing through the bear's weakness shuddered, and faintly felt a sharp pain coming from the tail vertebrae. I couldn't help but put my hands behind my back, and only quietly relaxed until I protected the vital point that was intact.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him with strange eyes, Lan Luos didn't care in the slightest.

There is no mercy on the battlefield.

Despite the powerful defense-breaking ability of spear spells, Nalorak's fur comes from the god of the wilderness, and his resistance to spells is just as strong.

Attacking that indescribable part is a real thing to spit on, but it's undoubtedly the weakness of almost all creatures.

Lanlos is not a decent man, grasping weaknesses and killing them with one blow is his consistent attitude towards the enemy.

Unfortunately, Nalorak's physique is as powerful as his strength.

In a shrinking wail, the black bear stopped rolling, and the original shocking scars scabbed over at a speed visible to the naked eye, and pieces of flesh that had been charred under the effect of the spell fell off from its back, like ......

Before Lanloth could show disgust, Nalorak's huge bloodshot eyes stared straight at him.

"I'm going to break you to pieces!" It seemed that even the air was trembling, and the earth-shattering roar turned into a sound wave of substance, kicking up a large cloud of dust at the same time, making the nearby elves hug their heads and shout, and for a while they were trembling in place.

Roar with courage!

The magic power in Lanloth's hand trembled violently, and it actually dissipated under the impact of this sound wave, suppressing the impact of the magic backlash on himself, and resisting the instinct to escape, he looked at the giant bear charging towards him, and the eyes that were extremely wide, and a scroll suddenly appeared in his hand.