"Damn it!"

Sylvanas Windranger lowered his bow and cursed inwardly in a low voice.

Those tan-skinned orcs were surprisingly agile in the forest. It has the opposite agility of their bulky and muscular bodies. In particular, the other party's use of the environment is simply amazing. Obviously, it was only the first time to come to the Silvermoon Forest, but the people who swam in the forest seemed to be the aborigines who had lived here for thousands of years.

Often just aim at the other person, the other person's body disappears from view. The trees and environment in the forest become the best shelter and shelter for each other.

Even if she knows the forest well, even if her bow and arrow have enough piercing power, it often doesn't work as well as she should to determine the direction of shooting based on memory and feel.

So far, they haven't been able to keep the orcs in front of them. If it weren't for her passable tracking methods and familiarity with the area, she would have lost the other party long ago based on the slippery level of those orcs.

Even now, she is struggling to follow the other party, not being completely free from their tracking by the other party, and leaving.

"Haven't the reinforcements arrived yet?" One of the three sisters, Aurelia Windranger, spoke. Their tall elves moved rapidly through the forest, pausing only occasionally, observing their surroundings, discerning traces of orc activity, and keeping up with them from a distance.

The orcs were even cunning enough to make false traces to lure them into the wrong direction. But this kind of behavior can't be hidden from the three Windranger sisters, who can always quickly detect that something is wrong, and then return to the same place, re-orient, and track again. After a few times, this method of inducing the wrong direction has completely failed.

The orcs apparently discovered this later, so they simply gave up on this method and put all their energy and time into retreating.

"I'm sorry, but in order not to get caught up in the ruse again, those old men are most concerned about the sunwell right now. Unless they confirm that there is no problem with the sunwell, they will not be able to take care of this side for a short time." One of the elves in the team spoke up.

"Maybe they think we can deal with the invaders." Another elf added.

"How the hell did they go all the way to the Well of the Sun without alerting the barrier?" Sylvanas, one of the three sisters, expressed puzzlement. All of Quel'Thalas is shrouded in elven barriers, and they don't welcome outsiders. Normally, anyone who is not allowed to enter will be expelled and attacked by the elves. But this group of strange invaders, if it weren't for the abnormal movement of the sunwell and the discovery of the elven mages, those orcs who drove straight into the world might not have been discovered until they left.

"Catch up with them, and you'll know everything." Aurelia commanded, "Keep up!"

……

"They're coming up again, can't you give me some time to deal with them?" Nao Zu noticed the elves who followed from the elements, frowned slightly, and after informing the Gromash Hell Roar next to him of the information, Gromash touched the bloody roar axe on his back, and said a little uncontrollably.

The reason why they were able to avoid those elven pursuers so smoothly and smoothly was because of his ability to forcibly communicate with the elements here. He can obtain the movement and distance of the opponent from the elements and nature, which allows them to change their route at the right time based on intelligence information, and stagger with the pursuers.

Nao Zu even used the knowledge he had from the High Priest to disrupt the elements of the land that this area passed through, so as to avoid the existence of elves who could communicate with the elements in the pursuers behind him, and use the elements to track them down.

But two days later, the other party's hot pursuit still made Nao Zu angry.

"Of course I'd like to deal with them too, but Grommash, our mission is complete, there's no need to fight them here. We're all elites, but it's not our territory." Naozu whispered.

If the elves weren't that powerful, and he didn't have so many mages, then of course he wouldn't mind Gromash killing or something,

But it's clear that the other party is not easy to mess with. They fight each other on the other side's turf, and no matter how you look at it, it will not be a good result. If it weren't inevitable, Naozu didn't want to start a battle here that would be lost and lost.

However, Neozu also knew very well that the current Gromash would not necessarily listen to him, so he had to carry Herder out. He whispered, "Think of the High Priestess, she's still waiting for us to come back and report the news."

Sure enough, after hearing Naozu's reminder, the high-spirited fighting spirit that Gromash mentioned was quickly suppressed. Once again, the team shifted direction under the guidance of Naozu. Rushing towards the outer exit of the Silvermoon Forest.

……

"What the hell is going on with the Sunwell?" Anastarian Sunstrider, the monarch of the elves of Quel'Thalas, asked again. He has asked this sentence more than ten times in the past two days, but he has never answered accurately.

The only thing that is certain is that the damn intruders threw something into the Sunwell, and it was this unknown thing that caused the Sunwell to be mutated.

You must know that the Sunwell is the most important source of power for the elves of Quel'Thalas, and the elves need the energy of the sunwell to restrain their addiction. If something happens to the Well of Sun, it will be a disaster that will make the elves of Quel'Thalas desperate and uneasy even more than the explosion of the Well of Eternity 10,000 years ago.

Of course, this is only the worst thought. Things don't necessarily go in the worst direction. Either way, Anastarian had to make sure the sunwell was back in shape and, if he could, get the thing out of it.

"We're afraid we'll only get some accurate information from the invaders." Archmage Luo Bihua spoke softly, "The energy concentration of the Sun Well is still decreasing, and the rate of decline is a little more obvious than the previous two days. If this rate of descent is maintained, then soon, the sunwell energy that envelops the entire Quel'Salas enchantment will continue to shrink."

Anastarian Sunstrider's face became a little more ugly at the words. He understood the non-subtle meaning of the archmage's words, and it was precisely because he understood that his face was so ugly, and more anger grew in his chest.

The energy of the Sunwell is permeated throughout Quel'Salas. If it shrinks, it is undoubtedly equivalent to a reduction in the coverage area. If it is not improved, the worst-case scenario, in the end, may only be next to the Well of the Sun, where the energy of the Well can be faintly absorbed. As for the fact that the energy of the sunwell was completely sealed, Anastarian did not want to think about it.

Suddenly, the elves' eyes looked at the sky, a griffin, hovering in the sky. The sharp-eyed elves even spotted the man on the griffin.

After a bit of tossing, the griffon landed in a strong wind. The messenger from Lordaeron handed the letter into the hands of the elves.

Anastarian opened a letter written by Terenus himself with the royal seal of Lordaeron, which included the mutation of the Dragon's Tower and the invasion of the Orcs, hoping that the elves would send a reinforcement to flank the invaders and drive them away, and seal off the portal to close the large Stable Legion that was being built in the area of the Dragon's Tower.

Looking at the form and appearance of the intruders described by Terenus on the letter, Anastarian couldn't help but think of the tan-skinned intruders who had caused the Sunwell's mishaps. The contrast between the two also made Anastarian understand the origin of the invaders, and he was no longer confused.

"Haven't the Windranger Ranger been able to catch up with the invaders?" Anastarian put away the letter and looked at the elven mage who was in charge of the message.

"They're cunning. We can't lock them down through elemental and magical powers, and they're immune to mystical powers." It was also the first time that an elven mage had encountered such a magical malfunction. He now has a hard time even communicating with the Windranger sisters.

"Maybe we should send someone to Lordaeron. I'm sure they should have more information about the invaders by now." Grand Magister Luo Bihua spoke up.

Although the elves are hidden and do not want to get involved in any wars and turmoil in the human world, it is about the sunwell, no matter how you look at it,

None of them seemed to be able to stay alone as they had before, and they were stuck in Quel'Thalas.

Hearing this, Anastarian pondered for a moment and nodded slowly. It's not a war between humans, it's about elves, and they can send men out to investigate.

……

Urther, shackled, was tied to a towering pillar of totemism, and above the pillar of totem was a statue dressed in a two-color robe of gold and white, with six golden wings on its back, like an angel, full of compassion, but the face could not be seen clearly.

He's been tied here for nearly two days, and no one has paid any attention to him except that Durotan has come to see him and brought him some food.

Uther was initially worried about being humiliated by the vanquished, but since he was captured, no one has even bothered him. There was no one even for the interrogations that he thought were inevitable, such as all sorts of information about Lordaeron and Stratholme, food, troops, personnel, war reserves, and so on.

Uther, who was prepared not to reveal this information even if he died, was a little dazed as time passed.

Is he being forgotten?

Or does the other party not know who he is at all? Or did it not occur to him that this information could be asked for from his mouth?

Of course, this thought only flashed through Uther's mind, and he was suppressed by the vigilance that he constantly brainwashed. He still thinks that this is a strategy by the other party to deliberately paralyze him and relax.

Uther tried to find a way to get out, but the shackles on his body were a pair of magic shackles, and under the constraints of the shackles, it was impossible for him to leave the area with a radius of ten meters from the totem in the center. Once it goes beyond it, a thick wall of holy light with thick patterns will appear in the air. This is true on all sides, only Sky Uther has not yet tried.

When no one is around, he occasionally looks around, especially the Totem Pillar, which seems to be the central hub of the cage, which is the most important thing he pays attention to.

Through some experiments, he was surprised to find that in this cage, the Holy Light Power in his body had increased by at least nearly half of the amount of active energy. It seems that only the power of the Holy Light exists here, and all other elemental and mystical powers have been suppressed or rejected by the Holy Light. But the priests who practice the Holy Light are at home here.

If there is such a treasure in Stratholme Cathedral, the number of believers and priests who can sense the light and master the power of the light may increase at least several times.

There is no doubt that it is this peculiar totemic pillar in front of you that has caused all this. And the angel-like statue also made Uther curious.

He had felt the power of the totem, and it seemed that there was an endless stream of some kind of power similar to belief that was collected into the totem, and then through the transformation of the totem, these were transformed into pure holy light power, and then maintained the existence of this cage.

If he can destroy this totem, it will be equivalent to destroying the core of the cage, making it lose the hub of energy, and then the walls of holy light on all sides will disappear due to the destruction of the totem. He was also able to gain initial freedom.

However, if there is any movement in this way, it will quickly alarm the nearby orcs. When the time comes, he won't be able to run away at all. The combat power and elite level of those orcs were enough for him to completely dispel the idea of resisting to the end after he was discovered.

Can't beat it.

There are so many orcs, you can't beat them at all!

What's more, the totem itself also has the protection of the Holy Light, and if you want to destroy, the simplest, most straightforward, and most effective is pure brute force destruction. Instead, the energy will be absorbed and transformed by it.

The only thing Uther can do is to use this environment to absorb and master a little more of the power of holy light as soon as possible, increase his strength, and if there are really any changes and opportunities, he also has the strength to grasp it.

It's just that what he didn't notice was that as he absorbed more of the power of holy light into his body, he vaguely had an unknown connection with the statue on the totem. The light he believed in was slowly twisted in his heart and mind into the statue that appeared on the totem.

An invisible

Conceptual energy is given a form.

And in the whole process, Uther didn't notice anything abnormal, and he didn't even notice that the holy light he believed in and felt had been transformed into the six-winged figure on the totem of faith, just like the believers believed in God.