The demonic ambush team led by a number of Dreadlord lords thought that destiny was mine, but I didn't know that my every move had already been predicted by the High Elves.

In the face of those bandits in the Northland Guard Tower before, the escort team behaved decently, which was deliberately hiding and preparing to fish for law enforcement.

With a calculating mind or not, the Dreaddemon King, who has always been good at calculating people, fell into someone's carefully designed trap because of insufficient intelligence.

As they poured out of their nests in an attempt to obliterate the grain caravan, Backlight's Blade, which had been hiding in the shadows and waiting for its opportunity, finally came into action.

Valera was the first to take the lead, and with three strikes divided by five, she eliminated a Dreadlord.

The thieves of Backlight Blade scatter around, finding an enemy that matches their strength and positioning.

The entry of the Backlight Blade completely disrupted the situation.

The Burning Legion, who had thought they were sure of victory, panicked, and the situation was out of their control.

After the Backlight Blade struck, the regular troops guarding the food convoy were no longer retained, showing the true combat effectiveness of Quel'Salas's elite troops.

Under the front and back, the unprepared demonic ambush team was almost defeated in an instant.

A Dreadlord who was noticeably larger jumped out in time and unleashed a hypnotic mist to temporarily repel the enemy's ferocious attack.

"Retreat! We were fooled! ”

"Want to escape? Is it that easy? ”

The cold voice coming from behind the Dreadlord commander stiffened his body.

"Huh!"

Several sharp afterimages struck the Dreadlord Commander one after another, and it took a lot of effort before he flapped his wings to dodge to the side before the attack was imminent.

"Squeak!"

Without saying a word, the commander turned into countless small bats on the spot.

Valeera, who failed in the sneak attack, did not waver, calmly staring at the flight trajectory of those little bats.

No matter how many bats there are, they will eventually regroup.

Just don't be fooled by the bells and whistles in front of you, and concentrate on the direction of the bat's movement to guess where the enemy wants to go.

"This is it!"

Seeing that the bats began to move closer to the same place, Valera suddenly disappeared from the spot, appearing in front of the Dreadlord who had just condensed his form again.

Quirsella's changing dagger stabbed into the Dreadlord's arm in front of him.

Failing to hit the vital point, Valera took advantage of the situation and twisted her twin knives, shattering the muscles of the Dreadlord's two forearms.

Holding back the pain, the Dreadlord used his large wings behind him to fan out a green hypnotic mist, forcing Valera to temporarily withdraw his knife and retreat.

"Mortal! This hatred, I Vargas wrote down, and I will ...... in the future"

"You're going to be m's head!"

"Boom!"

A huge black shadow suddenly fell from the sky and smashed Vargas into the ground.

The corners of Valeera's mouth twitched: "It's this trick again......"

Since the last time he tasted the sweetness of the battlefield in Northrend, Sarayan has learned another trick to fall from the sky.

The principle is very simple, use the transformation ability of the Thorn Whisperer, first turn into a flying bird and soar in the sky, calculate the coordinates, and then use the Ursock avatar to turn into a giant bear and aim at the enemy to fall from the sky.

Ursock's bear ass is big enough to usually worry about missing enemies.

The giant bear has rough skin and thick flesh, strong muscles and internal organs, and excellent impact resistance, even if it is smashed down from a height of hundreds of meters, it is the enemy.

After handing over the task of escorting the captives to the Red Dragon Knight, Saljan turned into a sharp-tailed swift and rushed to Valeera's aid, with Stella Gossah, Tina Gossa and Onexia still in pursuit.

“biu~”

Turning into a cloud of smoke and returning to his human form, Sallian jumped out of the massive crater he had sat out of.

Vargas? The rotten flesh in the pit that can't be seen is it, and this guy's soul has fled back to the twisted void to wait for resurrection.

The leaders were easily dealt with by the other party like chickens, and the remaining legion demons immediately lost their fighting spirit, launched the final charge like a suicide, and were soon killed by the guards of the grain transport team.

Salian motioned for the wounded soldiers to gather around him, taking advantage of the silence of the wide area to heal their wounds.

In the past, Salian didn't like healing spells very much, but he only found out after he actually got them...... It's so fragrant.

He may not be able to use it himself, but as long as there is a battlefield where Salian exists, the survival rate of the wounded will be greatly improved.

Today, Saray is no longer alone, even for the sake of his relatives and friends, it is necessary to learn some healing spells.

Tranquility alone cannot meet the needs of the battlefield in various complex situations, after all, this guidance skill still has great limitations.

Lately, Saljan has been reading the study journal given by Malfurion, diligently practicing the healing touch and rejuvenation, two of Druyin's basic healing spells.

Both spells are for a single person, and the healing touch quickly heals the wound of the injured person, and this treatment is a one-time treatment.

Rejuvenation...... In barrage terms, this skill is Slow Recovery, which can slowly and automatically restore the damage taken by the recipient for a period of time.

Using a somewhat rusty healing touch, Saléan took care of the more seriously wounded soldiers.

Valilla first took the Sunseeker royal insignia to the closed gate of Stratholme, and told Stratholme's administrator the news of the arrival of Quel'Thalas's food and grass support.

When Baron Rivendell set out on his expedition, all affairs in the city were overseen by Baroness Annastali.

Seeing that the food in the city was gradually bottoming out, Annastari had not rested for several days.

Once the food ran out, Annastari could foresee even greater unrest in the city.

The envoy who rushed back to the royal city of Lordaeron has not heard from him so far, and Baron Rivendell has not returned, and Annastari is almost desperate.

She repeatedly convened the nobles in the city to discuss, urging them to consciously take out the food they had stored to avoid riots in the city when the food ran out.

But in today's environment of food shortage, it is obviously impossible for the nobles to take out their own food happily.

In their opinion, the most important thing is to ensure the survival of their family.

As for the civilians who are about to starve to death? It's my business, even if they're all dead, it's Baron Rivendell's fault.

Of course, not all aristocrats only looked at immediate interests, and there were some long-term people who knew that failure to pay grain would inevitably lead to more serious consequences.

Thanks to these nobles who understood the righteousness, Annastari delayed the day of the food shortage for another 2 days.

But to this day, it has reached its limit.

All the nobles expected the next storm and closed their doors without exception.

Just as Annastari was about to return to the Lord's Mansion to strengthen the mansion's defenses, the guards at the city gate suddenly stumbled over.

"Good news, ma'am! Quel'Salas ...... Ahem! Quel'Salas has come to our aid with food! ”

"What?!"

Annastari, with a very dark face, looked at the weak City Watch in disbelief.

"You...... Say it again. ”

……

"Quack!"

The iron bars on both sides of the main entrance of Stratholme slowly opened, and the Baroness personally brought the high-ranking officials of Stratholme City to greet them.

Information inside and outside Stratholme was secretly blocked by Vargas, and Annastari was ignorant of what had happened outside during this time.

She was puzzled that Quel'Thalas had arrived to deliver food before the royal city of Lordaeron.

Baron Rivendell was a martial artist who was rather lame in handling internal affairs, and was usually left to his wife, Anna Stalie.

As far as the Baroness knew, King Terenas had been unhappy with Quel'Thalas since they withdrew from the Alliance.

Today, relations between the two countries have almost fallen to a freezing point.

Annastari didn't want to speculate maliciously about the High Elves' motives, but in the absence of information, she would inevitably be suspicious.

The Baroness was relieved when she learned that the grain needed to be bought, at least not for nothing.

As the saying goes, it's the free stuff that is the most expensive.

If the High Elves don't let Stratholme pay money, then they will definitely ask for something else in return.

And the reward Quel'Salas asks for must be more than the value of the money, even unacceptably high.