The Far Travelers are Quel'Thalas' most experienced troops, and discipline is a fundamental requirement to guard the frontier under the noses of trolls who are waiting for an opportunity.

When Lanros walked out of the command hall, he couldn't stop nodding his head at the elven troops that were not at all chaotic as they walked back and forth.

"How's it going, or are we Queldore more professional than the Alliance's makeshift army?" said Sylvanas, who followed closely behind, half-jokingly.

Lan Luoston paused and gave a pertinent evaluation: "It can only be said that each has its own advantages and disadvantages, after all, when the quantity reaches a certain level, it will cause qualitative changes." And the tribe, both. ”

"You should have more faith in Queldore, and don't forget that you are one of us. His words naturally made Sylvanas look unhappy, and when she saw that the other party had her back to her, she had a wicked smile on her face, her eyes fixed on his long ears, and she stretched out her hand and flicked her fingers.

"Whew!" Lanloth was about to say something, when the tingling pain from the tip of his ear made him almost jump.

"Let's get started, why are you still getting started?" Turning around immediately, Lanlos glared viciously at the Ranger General who hadn't had time to withdraw his finger.

"Hmph, do you have any opinions?" Sylvanas was very satisfied with his hands on his chest, admiring the other party's annoyed expression, after all, this is rare, "This is my territory, and I have to hold it back." ”

"Huh?" Lan Luos's eyes narrowed slightly, and his fingers kept opening and closing in a very obscene manner, "I'm not a person who is afraid of things, since you did it first, don't blame me for being ruthless...... Huh?"

The sound of horses' hooves interrupted the fight, and they looked together in perfect agreement beyond the camp gates.

Moments later, a Salas horse galloped along a collapsed elven mage, its wide robes clinging to each other, scarlet blood soaking the entire saddle.

An arrow leaped past Lanros, and Sylvanas rushed up at a blurred speed and grabbed the reins, "What happened?"

Hearing the voice of his compatriots, the dying mage looked up with difficulty, and said with all his might: "Yes, trolls, and those, monsters...... Sandor runestone, they snatched ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the mage fell unconscious, and Sylvanas immediately called the priest. Watching the group take the wounded down, she didn't mean to relax at all. Despite the confusion surrounding the staccato words, Sylvanas drew a startling conclusion.

The Shandor Runestone, which was robbed again.

Why do you say again?

"It seems that the tribe is moving faster than expected. Stepping forward, Lanlos looked equally serious. This news, even he was deeply disturbed.

If memory serves, the secret of the runestone that the Horde should have discovered only after the attack on Quel'Thalas. But he overlooked the fact that the development of this world has changed in many details because of his arrival.

Damn, aren't those bronze dragons the guardians of time?

The snatching of the rune stone meant that Bandinorel's power would be greatly weakened, and the Horde's offensive would be more ferocious than he expected. And, it will come soon.

"We're running out of time. Sylvanas was equally aware of the implications, "I'll ask Lotherma to expedite the evacuation of civilians, and if you're leaving, do it now." ”

"But if you choose to stay, then let me make it. ”

What should come will come.

Lanlos looked at the Ranger General with a heavy face, but did not reply in time.

To be honest, according to his previous thoughts, he was not ready to participate in this fight. But now, things have developed more than expected.

However, Sylvanas was not as entangled as him, and she decisively seized the opportunity to help Lanloth make a decision: "I will take you by default, report to Lotherma as soon as possible, we must transfer as many civilians as possible before the arrival of the tribe." ”

"I didn't even say I wanted to help. Lanlos looked helpless.

The Ranger General winked playfully, "Didn't you say you're worried about me? ”

Without giving the other party any more time to refute, Sylvanas threw down the sentence and turned away directly. Trolls are skilled stalkers, and the mage just now is clearly incapable of covering his tracks, which means that enemies could attack the area at any time.

Looking at her back as she quickly faded away, Lanlos shook his head helplessly.

Well, I should repay you for saving my life in Zuaman.

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"Aren't you ready?" Gul'dan felt like he couldn't wait.

Not far away, Gugar didn't have time to answer him, his two heads flushed, and his strong arms were walking in the clearing, carrying the last piece of runestone.

"Whew, now it's okay. Throwing the pieces in the designated place, the two-headed ogre let out a long sigh of relief. He really couldn't understand how those petite elves had moved runestones to the corners of the forest. You know, this was just a part of the boulder that made him sweat profusely.

Gul'dan didn't have that much of a mess, and he smiled with satisfaction as he looked at the ring of broken runestones. Then, with a wave of his hand behind him, several orc warlocks stood outside the ring at the same distance.

Thankfully, Orgrim didn't kill all of the members of the Shadow Council, otherwise he wouldn't have enough men to complete the ritual.

Well, I'll have to find a chance to thank him.

Grinning, Gul'dan nodded at the group. Gugar immediately grabbed the dumbfounded ogre not far away and pushed him into the ring. Compared to him, the intelligence of ordinary ogres was so low that Gugar disdained to treat them as equals.

They don't deserve it.

Seeing this, Gul'dan smiled meaningfully, but he didn't say anything, just raised his arm with the warlocks.

An ominous aura of black energy passed from their bodies through their arms, and inky beams of light twisted forward like snakes, and soon swooped into the stones. After the shadows completely enveloped the stones, they spread like a plague to the nearby stones, and a large black ring completely surrounded the ogre in the blink of an eye.

The air above the ring suddenly condensed into black clouds, and heavy energy continued to collide and intertwine, emitting a thunderous roar.

The ogre stood motionless, and Gul'dan could clearly see the fear in his eyes.

It's good that Gugal has picked a guy with a lot of potential.

The energy on the stone roared and poured into the center under the guidance of the warlocks, engulfing the tall creature in an instant. The weather-hardened skin seemed to be just a piece of toilet paper, and it didn't even block that energy for even half a second.

The magic easily poured into the ogre's body, and the inky halo almost completely enveloped him, like a giant cicada chrysalis, enveloping the new life that was about to transform.

A few minutes later, in the heavy breath of the warlocks, the shadow glow gradually dissipated. As the still tall figure gradually became clear in sight, Gul'dan showed a look of ecstasy.

"What do you command, master?" the ogre, whose skin had visibly darkened, half-knelt in front of him, and two voices sounded at the same time revealing unanimous humility.

Yes, two voices.

It's a two-headed ogre!

All four of Gugar's eyes were about to fall out. He only knew that Gul'dan was going to do a big thing, but he didn't expect it to be so amazing. He had heard of this kind of black magic in his hometown, but very few people in the entire Gauyali Empire knew the exact process of this magic.

Gul'dan, how did he know about this spell?

Confused, Gurgar looked at the tall creature who bowed down in front of Gul'dan, and a trace of panic slowly spread in his heart.

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