At the entrance to the Far Traveler's camp, the elven sentry's pointed ears suddenly twitched, casting a sharp gaze into the dense forest ahead.

The next moment, several galloping figures suddenly rushed out of the bushes.

"Where's Herios?!" pushed away the camp guards, Lotherma gasped and roared into the tower, "Herios!"

"You should call me Captain. Walking down from the lakeside observation deck, Herrios looked at Lotherma with a dissatisfied expression, "Second Lieutenant, you should be on the front line to reconnoiter the enemy situation now, come back in such a hurry, do you find anything?"

"It's a troll, a troll......" rushed all the way to the scene, and Lotherma gasped breathlessly, and in a moment of anxiety, it was difficult to say the whole thing.

"Trolls have deceit. A lilac light suddenly flashed around Lotherma, and as Lanloth's figure appeared in everyone's sight, the steady words made everyone look surprised.

Envious glance at the breathing elven mage, Lotherma took a step back and handed over the opportunity to explain.

"We've found the troll witch doctors, their witchcraft has deceived our eyes, those so-called big troops, it's all illusion!"

"What do you mean?" a furrow suddenly appeared between his eyebrows, and Herios inexplicably felt a trace of uneasy throbbing lingering in his heart.

Opening his mouth, Lanlos's eyes suddenly focused, and he immediately turned his head vigilantly and looked at the observation deck near the lake: "Literally." ”

The aura of magic surged rapidly, a lilac oval became clearer and more distinct, and the gathered arcane energy reached its peak in an instant, and with a gust of wind swept away, a familiar figure came into everyone's sight.

The "Tower of the Morning Star......" had just teleported, and Darkan couldn't care about the embarrassment, and one sentence made everyone hold their breath, "Captured!"

The short, thick fingers were mostly covered in brown hair, and the tips of the fingers protruded from the black, sharp claws, like barbs. The scarlet spots dried up quickly in the sunlight, revealing a palpitating coldness.

Lynx are fierce hunters in Azeroth, possessing claws and teeth capable of tearing through prey with ease. Malakas sealed the essence of the bobcat god in the hunter's body, and there is no doubt that he has the ability to take most people as prey.

Whether it's a ranger or a mage......

Licking the blood from his paws, the vertical pupils in Harraz's eyes shimmered with an animalistic light.

"My lord, the elves here have been completely cleared, and it is time for us to go. A bloodied hunter stepped forward, looking at the corpse of the elf lying lying at his feet, the troll's face flickering with hesitation, as if unwilling to approach the figure in front of him.

The cold gaze made the hunter shudder violently, and he finally let out a long sigh of relief as he saw the other party's constricted vertical pupils gradually relax.

"Hmph, I hate this plan, but since it's Zurkin's order......" Throwing the mutilated body of the elven mage in his hand in a pool of blood, Harraz slowly got up, his words full of disgust, but he paused at the mention of the Zuaman Overseer, "Gather everyone as fast as possible, I don't want that brainless big guy to get the handle." ”

The one who can be called a big man by him is naturally Nalorak, who carries the essence of the bear god. It can be seen that although they also belong to the 'Half-Beast Heavenly Regiment' under Zurkin, although they are also affected by the beastly nature of the god of the wilderness.

But unlike Nalorak, who only knew how to charge without brains, Harraz was a shrewd hunter, and he didn't like the brute with a brain full of muscles.

Not to mention fighting alongside him?

Again, if it weren't for Zurkin......

Clenched his fists, his claws deeply embedded in his palms, and watching the blood slowly spill out, Harraz's face showed a terrifying murderous aura.

"You're saying that attacking Taquilin is just a cover?" Herrios looked incredulous.

Lotherma nodded heavily: "That's right, their target is actually us, and the current situation of the Tower of the Morning Star proves this." ”

"But ......"

"How can there be so many!" unceremoniously interrupted Herrios, and Tommanson said impatiently, "since they are here, don't want to leave alive." ”

"Valanna, gather your troops, and we'll go and reclaim the Tower of the Morning Star!"

Beside Tommanson, a heroic female elf frowned, "Now?"

"Don't question my orders, unless you want these animals to run rampant on our land!" Seeing that the adjutant did not carry out his orders at the first time, Tommanson's face was a little unbearable, and he suddenly became angry.

"I'll go. Gritting his teeth, due to the suppression of the military rank, the elf adjutant had no choice but to obey the lieutenant's wishes.

"Tommanson, we must make a good plan!" Seeing that the young officer was so impulsive, Herrios immediately showed an angry expression.

"Plans?" After a pause in his departure, the lieutenant turned his head, the smile on his lips full of sarcasm, "The troops that raided the Tower of the Morning Star are a group of hunters, and by the time you have discussed it, they will have fled long ago." ”

"At this time, we have to fight quickly! Don't you even know this basic knowledge......

"By the way, I almost forgot, no wonder you have been doing nothing for decades, you are really incompetent!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tommanson didn't bother to pay attention to the furious Herios, and immediately walked out of the hall, leaving the High Elves alone to look at each other.

"He's too eager for quick success. Lotherma shook her head and turned her gaze to Herios, who was trembling with anger, "You should stop him." ”

"Didn't you hear what this stinky boy said, do you think he'll listen to me?" Angry and laughing, Herrios looked at the other party with a somewhat inexplicable expression, "If he wants to lead the team out of the camp alone, let him go, I'm not his boss, I can't control him and his troops." As for what went wrong...... If you want to blame, blame Silvermoon City for underestimating the impulse of young people. ”

Obviously, Tomanson's departure made Herrios lose the mood to continue the discussion, and after simply giving his subordinates defensive and communication tasks, he walked straight to the room upstairs.

Lanloth's gaze followed the 'humiliated' elven lieutenant until he disappeared around the corner of the stairs. Laissez-faire isn't necessarily a compromise, and Tommans is still too tender......

"With them fighting openly and secretly, the safety of the camp is not guaranteed. Lanros approached Lotherma, as if the latter's eyes flickered as if the casual words had made the latter's eyes flicker.

"It's a pity that I'm just a second lieutenant......"

"I know, but it just so happens that the Far Traveler camp is short of a qualified captain. Lotherma's inexplicable words sent a shudder to Lotherma, who looked incredulous and turned to see that the elven mage had already walked away.

Lanlos didn't speak at the meeting, he knew it wasn't necessary. After Tomanson's appearance, Herrios's mood changes were completely visible to him.

From this moment on, he really understood why he was still restless in this heavily defended stronghold. The danger doesn't come from the trolls, it's from these evil stewards.

Hehe, who said that elves must be pure-hearted?

Looking at the Far Traveler who was shuttling back and forth in his sight, busy building a defensive line, a flash of sympathy flashed in Lanloth's eyes.

Whether it's a quick deal to deal with the trolls, it has to be said that Tommanson moves quickly and his troops execute very efficiently.

As the elven rangers marched towards the Tower of the Morning Star in the north, a tall, muscular troll smiled fiercely on a hill somewhere in the Ridge Peak.