In the northern part of the Yongge Forest, in front of the gate of Silvermoon City.

As the capital of Quel'Thallas and the largest city of Quel'Thalas, Silvermoon is far from being as well defended as the towns and villages that have been breached by the tribes along the way.

Powered by the Sunwell's energy, the entire city of Silvermoon was shrouded in a sturdy magical barrier.

Since the rune stones that built the enchantment were all in the city, this time the cunning orc warlock Gul'dan could not come up with a solution.

The main army of the tribe surrounded Silvermoon City, but there was nothing they could do with this turtle shell.

Coming on a hurried march, the tribe must have no siege weapons in place.

Under Orgrim's orders, the orcs cut down the forest on the spot and worked overtime to make a simple catapult.

However, this didn't make any sense, as all the stones thrown were blocked by a strong barrier, even if Gul'dan attached a spell to the boulder.

High Chief Orgrim Doomhammer hated evil powers, and after seizing power, he slaughtered the Warlocks of the Shadow Council, leaving only the unconscious Gul'dan alive.

After Orgrim officially ascended to the throne, orc spellcasters, including Gul'dan, were strictly forbidden to continue to use evil powers.

As a last resort, the desperate Gul'dan had no choice but to find another way to assist the Horde army through unskilled psychic spells, and thus raised an elite army called the Death Knights.

Thanks to these undead who can use spells, the Horde is able to go back and forth with the paladins of the Alliance on the frontal battlefield.

But Gul'dan was a warlock after all, not a psychic who specialized in the power of death, and his psychic sorcery attainments were far inferior to evil spells.

If Orgrim lifts the ban, Gul'dan could test Silvermoon City's ultimate defense with a large amount of Hellfire, but it is clearly not possible at the moment.

The tide of battle did not turn out as Orgrim had expected, and the vile and weak High Elves that Zulkin spoke of were not easy to deal with.

Pushing their way through, the Horde suffered losses far beyond Orgrim's expectations, and the rangers who fought in the forest were very difficult.

With no hope of breaking through Silvermoon City in a short period of time, and being harassed and attacked by the ranger forces from time to time, Orgrim's mood became more and more agitated, and he gradually lost his patience.

He agreed to help Zulkin in his attack on Quel'Thalas, mainly in order to win the Horde the powerful allies of the forest trolls, and finally to have enough troops and confidence to attack Lordaeron.

In order to mobilize the tribe to help him complete his revenge and reclaim the ancestral land of the forest trolls from the High Elves, Zulkin obviously did not tell the whole truth.

In his mouth, the High Elves are very weak, and it is only through intrigue and human help that they can suppress the forest trolls.

Zurgin's description is not entirely a lie, the battle of the trolls more than two thousand years ago, the High Elves did win the war through an alliance with humans.

But as the years passed, the declining trolls of the forest were no longer capable of confronting Quel'Salas, and even their chieftain Zurkin had been reduced to a prisoner.

Orgrim doesn't have much time to waste in Quel'Thalas.

The Horde's High Overseer, Warok Sarufar, is still pinning down the Alliance's main forces on the main battlefield of Hillsbrad, and he must rush to Lordaeron before the Alliance army returns to capture the capital of the Alliance's hopes.

Because of this incident, Orgrim and Zulkin have been arguing several times in quick succession recently.

With the help of the Horde's military might, Zulkin experienced the chieftain of the heyday of the forest trolls.

The great clan of forest trolls, such as evil branches, dead wood, and rotten moss, all gathered around him, with the aim of regaining the territory, status, and glory that the forest trolls had lost.

If he fails to capture Quel'Thalas, Zulkin's promises to his people will be in vain, and he will fall from the pinnacle of power and return to the quagmire.

Having enjoyed the allure of power, Zulkin did not want to lose it again.

Conquering Silvermoon City was the only way for him to consolidate his position and grow the forest troll race.

Annoyed by the disagreement with the forest trolls, Orgrim already had plans to abandon the forest trolls and head south quickly.

Time is running out, and the pursuing force led by Tulayan and Aurelia is about to arrive, and he must make a decision as soon as possible.

Fortunately, the trip to Quel'Salas was not without its success.

By corrupting the High Elves' rune stones, Gul'dan has built an altar of storms that strengthens the stupid ogres of the horde's army.

With the help of a powerful two-headed ogre, Orgrim was confident of capturing the defense-empty city of Lordaeron, even without the trolls of the forest by his side.

"Orgrim! You promised me that you would help the forest trolls break through Silvermoon City! Now do you want to go back on it! ”

In the camp of the tribe, a familiar quarrel broke out again.

The orc warlock Gul'dan hid to the side and watched quietly, his scarlet eyes flickering slightly under the hood, as if he was secretly planning something.

……

Meanwhile, a Ranger force led by Ranger General Liresa Windranger is planning a new assault in the nearby forest.

At the head of Silvermoon City, the Sun King Anastria, who had personally climbed the city walls, stood proudly.

He held a flaming magical sword in both hands, and was flanked by a number of high-ranking Quel'Thalas.

"Why haven't these filthy beasts retreated yet?"

Anastria frowned in confusion: "Knowing that Silvermoon City is indestructible, why do you continue to waste time and troops?" ”

The humiliating experience of being under the city by the tribesmen made Anastria, who had been pampered for many years, extremely angry.

The last time Silvermoon City was besieged was more than 2,000 years ago, during the Troll Wars, and Anastria reminisced about the eventful years.

The Sun King, who has already shown his old form, has come to the front line for the first time, vowing to repel this group of barbaric invaders.

A mild-mannered-looking "young" elf smiled and replied, "Your Majesty, the orcs are clearly in their minds, and I suspect that those lowly trolls are behind it, and perhaps we can dissuade them diplomatically." ”

"Heh~"

A sturdy elf with an ornate sword at his waist and ornate blue armor scoffed at his words.

"Councillor Drahir, it's still daytime."

There was a burst of laughter around, and although the High Elf nobleman who was suspected of being a warrior did not finish his sentence, his meaning was already very obvious.

Angering flickered between Drahiel's eyebrows: "Salorian Morning Seeker, it's not your turn to be a rough ...... here."

"Buzz!"

Before Drahir could see what was happening, a shining sword was already in front of his throat.

"Watch your words, Mr. Councillor, I am only responsible to Your Majesty and the Sunwell, and I am not going to play your kind of political games."

"Or ......"

Salorian turned his cold gaze to the members of the Silvermoon Council to the side.

"The Silvermoon Council wants to meddle in the affairs of the Sunwell?"

The melon-eating councilor didn't want me to burn himself, so he hurriedly waved his hand with a smile and vetoed it.

"Alright, let's stop here."

"The top priority is to lift the siege of the tribe, so that your own people don't cause infighting."

Salorian withdrew his sword and saluted respectfully to the Sun King.

"Yes."

"Humph!"

Drahir's face turned blue and red, and the other council members around him looked hilarious, unconcerned about what was going on with him.

'Despicable inferior! Like your troublesome apprentice, he can't get on the stage, and is destined to become a domestic dog for the day chaser! ’

Seeing that the members of the Silvermoon Council, who used to always work against him, suffered losses, Anastria's heart was secretly refreshed.

It was in vain that he had specially transferred Salorian back from the Sunwell to participate in the defense of the city, and this legendary warrior of the High Elves was indeed a blade loyal to the royal family.

"That's right."

Anasteria suddenly remembered something, and asked Salorian thoughtfully, "I remember that your energetic mischievous apprentice seems to have moved to the south of the forest. ”

"Now that the tribe has come to the city, aren't you worried about his safety?"

Salorian shook his head: "Deep Shadow Manor is located on the eastern shore of Lake Elendall, near the Tower of the Morning Star, not on the main axis of the tribe's march, that kid should be fine, but ......"

Scratching his head in annoyance, Salorian smiled bitterly and said, "From what I know about him, he should be fighting the trolls in the Far Wanderer camp on the front line right now. ”

"From an early age, Sarayan was highly motivated and not afraid to fight, and he was born with the qualifications to be a good fighter."

"But now he is too young to learn how to send and receive anger from the heart, only knows that the pig blindly advances."

An inexplicable look flashed in Anastria's eyes: "I am looking forward to his future, maybe he can be like you, and he can become Kael'thas in the future." ”

That child's life story is not as simple as those stupid people imagined. ’