Many years later, the High Elves finally found a land where they could reminisce about Kalimdor. They founded the Kingdom of Quel'Salas deep in the forests north of the continent and vowed to build an empire far more powerful than their fellow Kadore. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before they discovered that Quel'Thalas was actually built on a troll city that was worshipped by trolls. The trolls launched a massive attack on the elven settlement almost immediately.

Unwilling to give up the land they had just acquired, the stubborn elves used the magic they had obtained from the Well of Eternity to curb the wild trolls' frenzied attacks. Under the leadership of Dasrema, they managed to defeat the Amani army, which outnumbered them by ten times. Some of the elves remembered the old warnings of Cadore, and felt that their use of magic might attract the attention of the Burning Legion, which had been banished. As a result, the elves decided to hide their land with enchantments so that they could continue their research on magic. They built a series of massive runes, none, wrong, and 3 stones in various locations around Quel'Salas as the boundary nodes of the magical enchantment, which not only hid the elven magic from threats from other planes, but also helped them deter the superstitious army of trolls.

Over time, Quel'Thalas became a symbol of the High Elves' tireless efforts and magical might, and its beautiful palace remained built in the same style as the ancient city of Kalimdor, blending in perfectly with the terrain of nature. Quel'Salas became a dazzling jewel that elves had long desired, and although the Sunseeker Dynasty retained a few political rights at this time, it was ruled by a ruling body called the Silvermoon Council. The Council is made up of the seven greatest lords of the High Elves. Responsible for ensuring the safety of the High Elves' territory and people. Due to the protection of the defensive enchantment. The High Elves remained indifferent to the ancient warnings of Kadore. And they use magic frequently in almost all of their daily lives.

The High Elves have lived peacefully in their isolated kingdom for nearly four thousand years, yet vengeful trolls are not so easy to defeat. They hoard their strength deep in the forest, waiting for the day when their army will grow stronger. Finally, a powerful army of trolls launched an offensive from the gloomy forest, once again attacking Quel'Thalas.

Seeing this, Lin Yue was reluctant to put down the book in his hand, and was about to turn the next page, when the time of three days was up. And Sindagosa and the orc high priest had been waiting at the exit of the ruins for a long time, and after seeing Lin Yue, the two of them immediately noticed that his cultivation had improved. And it is a substantial improvement. The orc high priest asked with some surprise, "What is your level, has the mission been completed?"

"Well, it's done. After speaking, Lin Yue took out the ancestral wood.

Seeing the devotion on the face of the Ancestor Wood Orc, he carefully took it with both hands, and then put away five of them, "You need to awaken fifteen people, right, I'm not welcome to the extra five." "Since it was a promised thing, the high priest still generously took out fifteen ancestral trees.

"Okay, no problem, when can I do it?" Lin Yue asked.

"Three days later, there are some circles that need time to carve and prepare. The orc priestess said.

Lin Yue nodded. Saying that he would bring someone over on time, he and Sindagossa left Orgrimmar.

Sit on Sindagosa's back. Lin Yue couldn't help but think of Nao Zu, who had also sat here, and was full of emotion.

"I got Shadow Grief in the ruins. ”

Sindagosa was silent for a few seconds when he heard Lin Yue's words, and then said, "Finally become one again, how many years have it been......"...

While Lin Yue was heading towards Brill, Jing Feng and the others had been locked up in the dungeon for several days. There is only a little food every day, and the storage ring cannot be used because of the seal.

"I don't know when Jian You and Lin Yue will come to save us. Liu Yang said weakly.

"They don't even know where we're being held, hey. Jing Shan said with a sigh.

And the search team on the side of the Continental Alliance became more and more, because they later learned that the grandson of the Elven King, Malfurion, had also been captured. Now the elven king is not calm, Malfurion is the most outstanding genius of the elven clan for countless years, and he is burdened with the future of the entire elven clan.

When Akmund saw the human move, he was even more convinced that he had captured something terrible. But he was still waiting, waiting for his plan to be put in place, waiting for the Human Alliance to lose its breath.

Lin Yue, who was sitting on the back of the dragon, did not spare a moment, took out the real general history of the mainland obtained from the tomb keeper, and flipped through the next page.

While the High Elves are fighting to survive against the onslaught of the troll hordes, the human nomads of Lordaeron are fighting to fortify their own tribal territories, hordes of primitives who have no regard for honor or racial unity when raiding the settlements of other races. Eventually, a tribe named Arathi realizes that trolls have become a threat to humanity that cannot be ignored. The Arathi tribe wants to take all the tribes under their command so that they can form a united front against the troll army.

It took six years for the resourceful Arathi tribe to defeat all the tribes that opposed them by stratagem and force. With each defeat of a tribe, the Arathi tribe gave the people they conquered the right to live peacefully and equally, and as a result, they earned the loyalty of the vanquished. Eventually, the Arathi tribe contained many different tribes, and their forces grew rapidly. Confident that they could defeat the troll armies on their own, and even the isolated elves if necessary, the warlords of Arathi decided to build a powerful fortress city south of Lordaeron. The city-state, known as Riptide City, became the capital of Arathus, the nation of the Arathi people. As Arathas prospered, humans from all over the continent came to settle in the safe and secure city of Waiheist.

Humanity was united by a single belief, and many tribes gradually developed a powerful civilization. King Soladin of Arathso knew that the elves of the north were under constant siege from trolls, but he refused to risk the lives of his people to help the strange elves. Many months passed, and rumors of the elves being defeated gradually spread across the continent of Lordaeron. When the weary Ambassador Quel'Thallas arrived in Riptide, Soladin realized how great the troll threat was.

The elves told Sù Soladin that the trolls' armies were very large, and that once Quel'Thalas was destroyed by the trolls, their armies would soon move south. Desperate for military assistance, the desperate elves hastily agreed to teach magic to the chosen humans in exchange for their assistance in the fight against the troll army. Although Soradin did not trust any kind of magic, he agreed to support the elves out of necessity. Soon a group of elven mages rushed to Riptide City and began to teach magical memories to a small group of humans.

The elves discovered that while humans were clumsy in mastering spellcasting, they had an amazing talent for magic. There were a hundred people who had learned some very basic elven magic, and these people were just enough to help elves fight trolls. Convinced that their human apprentices were ready to provide aid in battle, the elves left Riptide and returned to the north to fight alongside King Soradin's mighty army. ...

An allied army of elves and humans stormed the outnumbered troll army at the foot of Mount Alterac. The battle lasted for many days, but the indomitable Arathas army never slackened, and they never took a step back from the troll attack. The elven lords decided it was time to unleash their magic on their enemies, so more than a hundred human mages and numerous elven wizards summoned heavenly fire from the sky and surrounded the troll army in flames. The elemental flames prevented the rebirth of the trolls' wounds, burning them to ashes.

The troll's army collapsed, and as they prepared to flee, Soladin's army pursued the victory until the last of the troll soldiers fell. After this devastating defeat, the trolls were devastated, and they were never able to establish a new troll nation. After saving Quel'Thalas from the brink of ruin, the elves pledged their loyalty and friendship to the kingdom of Arathor and the bloodline of Soladin, and the humans and the elves maintained a peaceful relationship in the later years. (To be continued......)

Chapter 142: Quel'Salas.

Chapter 142: Quel'Thalas,