Quel'Salas, a powerful magical kingdom founded by the High Elves, is located in the forest of Yongsong in the northern part of the Eastern Kingdom.

True to its name, the Forest of Eternal Song is forever bathed in song and laughter.

The arcane High Elves wield the Well of the Sun and have built a powerful enchantment for their homeland, known as Bandinorreel.

The Bandy Norrell enchantment provides a safe and comfortable living environment for the High Elves.

Since the end of the Troll War more than 2,000 years ago, the forest trolls who once dominated the Eastern Continent have been in a state of collapse.

While the Amani trolls in the southern part of the Eternal Song Forest occasionally unleashed harassing attacks on the elves, the weakened trolls were no longer able to inflict substantial damage on Quel'Thalas.

The long period of peace has made many High Elves forget the cruelty of war.

"All enemies will be kept out of the Bandinoriel Barrier, and the Eternal Song Forest will never fall!"

This is the bold statement that the current Sun King confidently released in front of the alliance's envoy when he rejected the alliance's request for an alliance a few years ago.

And now, this sentence is like a big rough hand, slapping back and forth on the old face of the Sun King, Anastria Sunstrider.

To the south of the Eternal Song Forest, the beautiful forests that were once filled with sun-like golden hues have now been replaced by the scorched black of the flames.

A swarm of green-skinned, sturdy creatures are pouring into the forest, destroying everything they can see.

The High Elves' proud enchantment failed to do what it had been, and the Greenskins shouted a loud battle cry and marched towards the northern part of the forest under the orders of their respective Overseers.

These strong, green-skinned creatures are called orcs and come from an invading race outside of Azeroth.

Since the opening of the Dark Portal six years ago and the Orcs entered Azeroth, they have done great harm to this world.

One of the human kingdoms located in the southern part of the continent, the Kingdom of Stormwind has fallen under the madness of the orcs.

The orcs were not satisfied with the territory of the Stormwind Kingdom, and after a short rest, they continued to march north.

Anyone of insight in Azeroth can see that their goal is to conquer the entire Eastern Kingdom and defeat all the forces that resist.

Orc warlocks used evil spells to corrupt the runestones that built Bandinorell's barrier, and the outer ring of the barrier in the southern part of the forest, which was based on the Moon Temple, the Sun Temple, and the Tower of the Morning Star, completely collapsed.

The orcs who drove straight into the car did not hold back and consolidate their rear, but rushed towards Silvermoon City, the center of Quel'Thalas.

In the southern part of the Eternal Song Forest, which has basically fallen, there are still many scattered small elven forces fighting back against the invasion of the orcs, among which the Far Wanderer camp on the shore of Lake Elendal is the most fiercely resisting.

The Far Wanderer camp is not on the main axis of the orc's continued march, but is located in the eastern corner of the forest, and has long watched over Zuaman, the capital of the forest trolls.

The Far Wanderer is an ancient folk organization of Quel'Salas, founded by the ancestor of the Windrunner family, Taranas Windranger.

True to their name, the Far Wanderers are not limited to guarding the territory of Quel'Thalas, but have an eye on the world as a whole, aiming to protect the interests of all the High Elves of Azeroth.

The orcs attacked Quel'Thalas, with their own plans behind it.

They want to end the battle away from the main battlefield as soon as possible with decapitation tactics, so as to win the full support of the forest trolls and bring their new allies to defeat the final line of defense of humanity, Lordaeron.

After the Bandinoriel Barrier was corrupted, Orgrim, the Orc High Chieftain, led a large army into Silvermoon City in an attempt to conquer Quel'Thalas in the shortest possible time.

Zulkin, the forest troll chieftain who agreed to form an alliance with the orcs, disagreed at this point.

He hoped that the orc army would advance slowly, and with the help of the Horde's strong military strength, it would eat away at Quel'Salas step by step.

But Zulkin's proposal was vetoed by Orgrim, and the tribe could not afford to wait, and they had to seize the time to shift the battlefield and completely break the alliance established by the human kingdoms.

The orc army continued to advance north at full speed, and the enemies who remained in the southern part of the forest and advanced slowly were mostly Amani trolls swarming from Zuaman.

"Bell! Clang! ”

In front of the Far Traveler's camp, the dull sound of metal clashing sounded one after another.

The few but elite Far Travelers are resisting the onslaught of Amani trolls, many times their size.

Using the pre-built fortifications, the Elven Ranger fired arrows into the trolls' ranks, and several powerful volleys caused heavy losses to the trolls who were busy demolishing the fortifications.

But in the face of a mighty army of trolls, it was only a matter of time before the fortifications were destroyed.

The High Elves are not good at head-to-head combat, and their perennial travel through the forest has allowed them to develop a set of tactics that are most suitable for the forest environment.

It is for this reason that the Ranger is a special class with great mobility has been promoted.

In the past, the rangers of the Far Travelers were always able to guerrilla in the forest with ease, hunting and killing invading trolls with ease.

But now the Far Traveler camp shelters a large number of refugees whose homes have been destroyed, and once the camp is breached, these refugees will not be spared.

As a last resort, the elven rangers had no choice but to give up their mobility advantage and set up fortifications to confront Amani's trolls.

"Hold the line! In our rear is the people, and there is no way to retreat! ”

"Mage casts a spell and prepares...... Attack! ”

Under the orders of a blonde-haired Ranger commander, a handful of mages from Far Wanderers began to cast spells together.

An extremely cold ice storm formed in the armies of the Amani trolls, and the cold and sharp ice edges quickly spread, causing a lot of damage to the surrounding trolls.

The blonde commander's frown didn't let go, and he knew that the creature was very strong and that some injuries would heal itself soon, as he had been fighting trolls for years.

"Salalian, it's time for you to attack, take care of yourself, I don't want to be beaten up by Aurelia next time we meet."

"Hmph~"

A bearded elf with a silver plate and ears slightly shorter than the other compatriots snorted softly, carried his heavy two-handed sword on his right shoulder, and said a rebellious expression.

"Mind your own business, Haduron...... I'm leaving! ”

The blonde Ranger commander is none other than the acting leader of the Far Traveler, Haduron Brightwing.

With a large number of elites being taken by Aurelia Windranger to support the Alliance, there are not enough Wanderers left behind in Quel'Thalas, and they can barely hold the camp and are unable to fight back against the trolls and orcs.

Haduron didn't take the silver-haired elf's rebellious attitude to heart, after all, this was not the first time he had been confronted by the other party.

Watching the silver-haired elf with the great sword and a handful of High Elf warriors riding chocobos into the enemy line from the side, Haduron muttered, "Half-elf, let the trolls have a good look at the elven warriors." ”

Many people believe that the High Elves are not able to produce qualified warriors due to their weak physical fitness.

Actually, this is a misconception.

The big bow used by the elven ranger requires a lot of strength to pull away, and every ranger with a longbow is a strong man, which can be seen from the side that the elf's physical fitness is not bad.

The High Elves are not without warriors, to be precise, without sizable warrior troops.

As for the reason......

One is that in the complex terrain of the forest, the warriors in heavy armor are inconvenient to move, and they are easy to become targets for Amani trolls, who are also good at forest combat.

Two...... The bosses of Silvermoon City felt that warriors who were always in close combat with their enemies were not graceful enough to embody the noble qualities of the High Elves.

In conclusion, the High Elves can produce powerful warriors, but the upper echelons, including the Sun King and the Silvermoon Council, do not see the need for this.

The Ranger Force will be enough to protect the frontier of Quel'Thalas.

"Whew!"

Soaring into enemy lines, Sarjan's face was full of excitement, and his heavy sword swung sideways, splitting a caught off guard troll headhunter in half from his left shoulder.

Scarlet blood sprayed on Sarjan's body, but he didn't care, licking the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth, and immediately changed his focus to the next enemy.

Trolls, like the High Elves, are native to Azeroth, and are the first intelligent race to be bred in Azeroth.

They are naturally tall and long-legged, and although they are not as muscular and powerful as orcs, trolls are very well balanced in all aspects of their physical condition, and they may not lose to orcs one-on-one.

Although Saljan studied under famous teachers, received strict training from an early age, and had a strong fighting will and no stage fright, he was still a recruit after all.

It was only after slashing a troll by surprise that he truly appreciated the difficulty of this ancient race that had been entangled with the High Elves for thousands of years.

Relying on their innate ability to heal themselves, trolls are not afraid of getting hurt, and would rather fight to get hurt than leave a mark on their enemies.

A squad of only a dozen warriors tore a gaphole in the flanks of Amani's troll with the added impact of the chocobos, cutting through the otherwise neat army of trolls.

However, this assault team was also targeted by Amani's troll generals because of this.

Sarren, who was enjoying the passion of the battle, suddenly shuddered, subconsciously turned to the left, and took advantage of the situation to withdraw the blood-stained greatsword that had just slashed a troll.

"Bell, bell!!"

The two collisions exploded at the same time, and Saljan, who had taken a defensive posture in a hurry, turned slightly pale.

The chocobo beneath him also wailed, almost overturned by the force.

Bearing the huge force in the case of lack of preparation, Sarren's qi and blood churned a little, and he gritted his teeth and barely maintained his posture, without being broken through the defense by the enemy.

"Phew!"

Slightly rudely spitting out the blood oozing from his gums due to his excessive clenching, Sarjan retracted his rebellious stance, straightened the chocobo, and looked solemnly at his attacker.

The strong troll with a somewhat rickety back, two fangs protruding from the corners of his mouth curved upward, and a grim expression on his face.

The battlefield was changing rapidly, and Sarean had no time to ask about the origin of the other party, and he still remembered Haduron's explanation.

"Drill through the enemy and return immediately, and the rangers and mages will cover you."

"Don't fall in love with war, your numbers are too small, once you lose your impact and fall into the enemy's formation, you will inevitably die or live."

Taking a deep look at the strong troll, Sarren forced the battle intent in his heart.

Sooner or later, this will be recovered from you. ’

"Whoosh!"

Hadurun's promised cover attack arrived just in time, and the troll with a hideous grin on his face had to deal with the rain of arrows falling from the sky first.

Saléan took the opportunity to evacuate with the experienced veterans, preparing to make a detour back to the camp.

The mages standing on the high platform on the second floor of the Far Wanderer Camp began to wield their might.

Since Sarren's squad temporarily severed the connection between the trolls and the front and back formations, the separated trolls had some disagreements about the next advance and retreat strategy.

Haduron seized the opportunity to order all Wanderers to launch a saturation cover attack that would inflict maximum damage on the troll's living force.

The sudden rise in temperature on the battlefield made the face of the Troll Overseer in command change his face, and he suddenly remembered a nightmare legend that had been circulating in the Amani tribe for years.

"Let the front army retreat! The Great Magic of the High Elves is coming! ”

"Yes, Overseer Dakara!"

Almost as soon as Dakara gave the order, a storm of flames erupted from beneath the ground.

"Boom!"

Trolls can endure physical trauma such as swords, but the flames that inflict persistent burns are their greatest weakness.

During the Troll War 2,800 years ago, the combined forces of the Forest Trolls and the Trolls of Zandalar were engulfed in a storm of flames that were overwhelmed by a flaming storm that was always remembered by both warring sides.

After all, the Eternal Song Forest is the home of the High Elves, and Haduron doesn't want to set fire to the forest unless he has to.

But there was nothing else to think of at the moment, and if they couldn't repel the trolls' attack, the refugees in the camp would certainly not be spared, and the defenses of the southern part of the forest would collapse completely.

"Boom!"

The flames that burst into the sky ignited the dense surrounding woods, inflicting secondary damage on the Amani trolls in their bed.

"Damn it!"

Overseer Dakara slammed his fist into the trunk of a nearby tree in exasperation.

Before the chief Zurkin followed the orcs north, he gave him the responsibility of leading the army, hoping that he would lead Amani's elite to the north.

But Dakara didn't expect that the Far Traveler camp with only about 100 people would make him have to stop his progress.

"Temporarily retreat, let the wounded soldiers on the front line retreat and recuperate."

Trolls are very self-healing, and as long as they are not severed or fatal injuries that cause missing parts in their bodies, they can recover after a short period of rest.

"By the way, call the witch doctor, those burned soldiers need him to treat their burns."

"Yes!"

Seeing the herald leave, Dakara bared his fangs and looked angrily at the elven commandos who were about to join the large army.

"Kuta!"

Catching the attention of the troll, Dakara pointed his finger at the leader of the assault team, Sarjan.

"Kill that imp! That guy will be troublesome when he grows up. ”

"Hey, hey~ No problem."

Taking a deep breath, the troll elite known as Kuta leaned back to gather strength, his hands raised back above his head.

"Drink!"

The Berserk Headhunter is a very rare special class among trolls, and they can actively activate their berserk blood, which greatly improves their physical fitness in a short period of time by consuming their vitality.

"Whew! Call! ”

The two broken axes were hurled one after the other by Kuta the Raging Headhunter, aiming directly at Sarjan, who had just emerged from the forest.

Hadurun, who was watching the four directions, noticed Kuta's attack first, his eyes suddenly widened, and he warned Sarayan in a loud voice.

"Beware of sneak attacks!"

It was definitely hard work to cut through the enemy line with an absolute numerical disadvantage, and the enemy was still a strong enemy like a troll who was not afraid of pain and had an amazing ability to heal himself, and at this time, Salian was obviously not in the best condition, and his face was tired.

With the camp close in sight, Salian couldn't help but relax a little, and reacted half a beat slower to the sudden attack.

This was due to a lack of practical experience, and Salian paid the price for it.

At the last moment, Sarren, whose hairs stood on end, only had time to raise his sword horizontally.

"Bell!"

The first axe swung away the hastily aligned sword, followed by a second shot aimed at Sarren's head, and was about to hit.

Between life and death, Salian leaned back with the reaction force from the greatsword.

"Boom!"

The sharp axe flew past the chain mail on Sarren's shoulder, bringing up some of the chain plates, and avoiding the tragic fate of being shot in the head with an axe.

But the heavy axe still caused a lot of damage to him, and there was a sharp pain in the collarbone position, which should have been broken under the blow.

After being knocked off the chocobo, Salian flew upside down and hit the trees before stopping.

"Hmm!"

The physical pain did not dampen Sarren's fighting spirit, and his stubborn nature was stimulated to become more ferocious, glaring viciously at Kuta, the furious headhunter with regret on his face.

"Whoosh!"

Haduron barely took aim, raising his bow and pointing at Kuta was an arcane shot.

Haduren Mingyi is the number two of the Far Travelers, and is well-known throughout Quel'Thalas.

His attack left Kuta, who had collapsed after lifting the rage, completely unable to react, and if it weren't for the Troll Overseer Dakara reaching out in time, Kuta would have had an extra hole in his head.

Glancing at each other, Haduron and Dakara were not swayed by their personal feelings, and tacitly accepted their troops to stop fighting.

Sallian clasped his shoulders with a look of chagrin: "Damn! I was careless at the last minute. ”

Handing over command to his lieutenant, Haduron strode over to Saljan to examine his injuries.

"It's okay, it's just a fracture, let the priest treat it, and you will be alive in a few days."

"Tsk~"

Sarjan's face was a little unbearable: "I made you see the joke...... Absolutely no next time, I promise. ”

Haduron smiled and patted Sarean's head on the head, "Come on, I didn't have the same dazzling debut as you did when I was an adult. ”

"If it weren't for the fact that there was no one available, I wouldn't risk being blamed by Aurelia for having you as an adult also participate in the fight."

"Go ahead, have a good rest for a few days, this battle ...... There's still a fight to be made. ”

Saljan Deepshadow, a half-elf half-blood, is a side branch of the wealthy Deepshadow family in Silvermoon City.

Saljan lived with his father in Silvermoon City when he was a child, but due to a series of problems caused by his half-elf bloodline, the atmosphere of Silvermoon City made Sarren's father Julian increasingly disliked.

When Saren was 8 years old, Julian moved with him to the Deep Shadow Manor in the southern part of the Yongge Forest.

The High Elves have always been proud and exclusive, and their attitude towards half-elves with impure blood can be imagined.

Saléan has been subjected to a lot of white eyes since he was a child, and he has fought with many people because of this.

In the eyes of others, he is a wild and untamable rude half-elf, like a hedgehog that can be pierced at any time, and anyone who dares to provoke will inevitably attract a tough counterattack.

The folk customs in the southern part of Yongge Forest are relatively simple, and the rejection of outsiders is far less than that of Silver Moon City.

After moving to the manor and settling down, Sarean still maintained his original style, offended many people, and met some friends who didn't care about his half-elf status.

"Hiss~"

When using the Holy Light Spell to treat and bandage Sarjan, Miss Priest's deliberate heavy hand made Sarjan can't help but pull the corners of her mouth.

The beautiful pastor, who had long flaxen hair, reproached angrily: "It's good to know the pain, I see if you dare to be so careless next time." ”

Salian moved his left arm unappreciatively, and after the priest's emergency treatment, the pain had been relieved a lot.

"This time it was indeed my negligence, and I will not give the enemy any chance next time."

"Thanks, Liadrin."

Liadline sighed, "Today is a good day for you to become an adult, so I won't be too long-winded." ”

"You just so happened to be injured and couldn't go to war, why don't you call Lyras for a drink?"

Sarren's face was grim: "Lyras...... I'm afraid his sisters will blame me for teaching him badly. ”

Lyras Windranger, one of Salren's few friends, the youngest child of the Windranger family, has three distinct older sisters.

The eldest sister, Aurelia, is the leader of the Far Travelers and a colleague and friend of Saljan's father, Julian.

Aurelia has always taken good care of Saléan since he was a child, and Saléan has a very good relationship with this sister, who is not related by blood.

The second sister, Sylvanas, the future Ranger General, leads the High Elf Ranger Force with her mother Riresa.

Sarean didn't have much contact with her, but because of her sympathy, she was more familiar with Sylvanas's human apprentice, Nathanos Mares.

The third sister, Winlessa, is the most doting person in the Windranger family and his Ranger Mentor.

Under normal conditions, Wen Lesa is mature and steady, and she is very strict when supervising training.

But as soon as Lyras is in danger, she immediately turns into a tigress who guards her calves, showing her sharp claws to anyone who dares to bully her younger brother.

Lyras was only an adult for many years, and had not yet completed his Ranger training, and the head of the family, Riresa, forbade him to join the Ranger force.

This time the orc invasion came too suddenly, and before many elves could react and follow, the defense line was penetrated, and the north and south of the Yongge Forest were completely cut off.

Lyras originally lived with his sister Winlessa in Windwalk Village in the southwestern part of the forest, and after learning that the Far Wanderer camp sheltered a large number of refugees, the two siblings brought some of the rangers who stayed in Windwalk Village to vote.

Extraordinary things are done at all times, and although in Wenlesa's opinion, Lyras has not yet completed his training, but at the moment there is not much to worry about, and surviving is the most important thing.

Just as Sarren was hesitating whether to invite Lyras to his bar mitzvah, Hadurun's helpless voice came from outside the door.

"Pastor Liadline, we're at war."

"Although the Far Traveler is not a regular army, it also has its own rules, wine, it is better to save it until the end of the war, count it as what I owe to Sarren."

In Haduron's opinion, this priest who was unfortunately trapped in the south of the forest because of her trip was fine, but the hedonism that was in the same vein as the nobles of Silvermoon City made him a little uncomfortable.

Liadelin shrugged her shoulders disapprovingly: "You're the head here, you have the final say." ”

There were many wounded in this battle, and Liadline wasted no time, said hello to Haduron, turned around and threw herself into the treatment of the others.

Hadurun's face was full of exhaustion, and the affairs of the entire camp were pressed on his head, and Hadurun, who was used to being lazy, was still a little uncomfortable.

Seeing the worry in Hadurun's eyes, Sarian straightened his face and asked, "The situation is bad?" ”

Raising his hand and rubbing his cheek, Hadurun returned to his face.

"It's really grim, but it's not at the end of the mountain."

"You have a good rest first, and you can continue to kill on the battlefield before you can take care of yourself, I'm going to get busy."

"That's right."

Before leaving, Haduron looked back, and the smile on his face became much more sincere.

"Happy birthday, Sarean."

……

Lying in the makeshift rest room of the Far Wanderer camp, Sarean could still hear the painful moans of the wounded soldiers, which kept him awake for a long time.

Due to the fact that he grew up in a different environment than ordinary High Elves, Sarjan does not have a strong sense of belonging to Quel'Thalas, and even if this proud country is destroyed, it has nothing to do with him.

The reason why he stood up and participated in the war was partly because he was naturally belligerent and refused to admit defeat, and on the other hand, to protect his friends in the midst of this disaster, nothing more.

"Daddy, when are you coming back?"

Salajan's father, Julian, left Quel'Salas with the Voyager Commander Aurelia and went south to support the Alliance, never returning.

Due to the suddenness of the orcs, most of the Alliance's generals did not expect that they would bypass the heavy defenses in front of them and enter Quel'Thalas, and also achieved a lot of success in the battle with the High Elves.

"Hmph~ Arrogance is poison, if you continue to be so self-righteous and close off the country, Quel'Salas will die of poison sooner or later."

Just as Salian was about to fall asleep in a daze, a voice that could not distinguish between male and female suddenly sounded in his head.

"The host is at least 18 years old, the anti-addiction is lifted, and the system is officially activated."

Before Salam could react, a large number of inexplicable horizontal subtitles suddenly floated in front of his eyes.

It was a text that he had never seen before, but Salian could understand the meaning of the words.

"The first one!"

"The crowd ahead."

"It's coming, it's a Warcraft live-action movie? The ears are quite realistic. ”

"Grass (a plant), why is the protagonist an elf uncle? What about the flower boy of the High Elves? ”

"The sisters in the fan circle in front of me are resting, I like this kind of rugged handsome uncle, slip~"

Sarjan: "? ”

"It's ...... What is it? ”