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Quel'Thalas, a powerful magical kingdom established by the high elves, is located in the Eversong Forest in the northern part of the Eastern Kingdoms.

Just like its name, Eversong Forest is always bathed in singing and laughter.

The high elves who are good at arcane arts sit on the Sunwell with unlimited energy, and built a powerful enchantment for their homeland, named Bandin Norrell.

Bandinoril's 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 that once occupied the dominance of the eastern continent have never recovered.

Although the Amani trolls in the southern part of Eversong Forest occasionally launch harassing attacks on the elves, the weakened trolls have been unable to cause substantial damage to Quel'Thalas.

The long period of peace made many high elves forget the cruelty of war.

"All enemies will be blocked from Bandin Norrell's barrier, and Eversong Forest will never fall!"

This is the bold statement that the current Sun King confidently uttered in front of the Alliance's special envoy when he rejected the Alliance's request for an alliance several years ago.

And now, the words were like a big gnarled hand slapping back and forth on the old face of Sun King Anasteria Sunstrider.

In the south of Eversong Forest, the beautiful forest that was once filled with golden-red tones like the sun is now replaced by scorched black after the flames.

A group of strong creatures with green skin are overwhelming the forest, destroying everything they can see.

The enchantment that the high elves were proud of failed to play its original role. The green skins shouted loud and clear battle roars, and marched vigorously to the north of the forest under the orders of their respective warlords.

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

Since the Dark Portal opened and the orcs entered Azeroth six years ago, they have done a great deal of damage to the world.

One of the human kingdoms located in the southern part of the mainland, 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 continued to march north after a short rest.

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

The orc warlocks used fel energy to corrode the rune stones that built Bandin Norrell's enchantment, and the outer ring of the enchantment formed by the Moon Temple, Sun Temple, and Morningstar Tower in the southern part of the forest completely collapsed.

The orcs who drove straight in did not slow down to consolidate their rear, but accelerated towards the center of Quel'Thalas—Silvermoon City as if they were racing against time.

In the southern part of Eversong Forest, which was basically occupied, there are still many scattered small groups of elves fighting back against the invasion of the orcs. Among them, the Farstrider camp located on the shore of Lake Erendal resisted the most fiercely.

The Farstrider camp is not on the main axis of the orc's continued march, but is located in the eastern corner of the forest, where it has been monitoring the capital of the forest trolls, Zul'Aman, for a long time.

The Farstriders are an ancient folk organization in Quel'Thalas, founded by the ancestor of the Windrunner family, Taranas Windrunner.

Like their name, the Farstriders are not limited to guarding the territory of Quel'Thalas, but focus on the entire world, aiming to safeguard the interests of all high elves in Azeroth.

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

They want to end this battle far away from the main battlefield as soon as possible with the beheading tactics, so as to win the full support of the forest trolls, and bring new allies to defeat the final line of defense of human beings - Lordaeron.

After Bandin Norrell's enchantment was corroded, Orgrim, the orc chieftain, personally commanded the main force into Silvermoon City, trying to conquer Quel'Thalas in the shortest possible time.

Zul'jin, the forest troll chieftain who agreed to form an alliance with the orcs, disagreed at this time.

He hoped that the orc army would advance slowly, taking advantage of the powerful military strength of the tribe, to nibble away at Quel'Thalas step by step.

But Zul'jin's proposal was rejected by Orgrim, and the tribe couldn't afford to wait. They had to rush to shift the battlefield and completely destroy the alliance established by the human kingdoms.

The orc army continued to march northward at full speed, while the enemies who stayed in the southern part of the forest and slowly advanced were mostly Amani trolls swarming out of Zul'Aman.

"Clang! Clang!"

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

The few but elite Farstriders are resisting the invasion of the Amani trolls that are several times their own.

Using the pre-built fortifications, the arrows shot by the elf ranger fiercely pierced into the troll's team, and a few rounds of powerful volleys caused heavy losses to the trolls who were busy demolishing the fortifications.

But facing the mighty army of trolls, it is only a matter of time before the fortifications are destroyed.

The high elves are not good at head-to-head combat, and traveling through the forest all year round has allowed them to develop a set of tactics that is most suitable for the forest environment.

It is precisely because of this that the ranger, a special profession with strong mobility, has flourished.

In the past, the rangers of the Farstrider were always able to guerrilla in the forest with ease and easily hunt down the invading trolls.

But now the Far Traveler camp shelters a large number of refugees whose homes have been destroyed. Once the camp is breached, these refugees will inevitably be spared.

As a last resort, the elf rangers could only give up their advantage in mobility and set up fortifications to confront the Amani troll head-on.

"Hold the front line! Behind us are the people, and there is no way to retreat!"

"The mage casts a spell and prepares to... attack!"

At the order of a blond ranger commander, the few mages of the Farstrider began to cast spells together.

An extremely cold ice storm formed in the army formation of the Amani trolls, and the cold and sharp ice edges spread rapidly, causing considerable damage to the surrounding trolls.

The blond commander's frown didn't loosen because of this. He knew that this creature had a strong vitality due to fighting trolls all the year round, and some injuries would heal automatically soon.

"Sharlayan, it's time for you to attack. Take care to protect yourself. I don't want to be beaten up by Alleria next time we meet."

"huh~"

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

"Mind yourself first, Halduron...I'm going!"

The blond ranger-commander is Halduron Brightwing, acting leader of the Farstriders.

As a large number of elites were taken away by Alleria Windrunner to support the Alliance, the number of Farstriders staying in Quel'Thalas was seriously insufficient. They could barely hold the refuge camp and were unable to fight back against the trolls and orcs.

Halduron didn't take the silver-haired elf's aggressive attitude to heart, after all, this wasn't the first time he was contradicted by the other party.

Watching the silver-haired elf holding a big sword and a few high elf warriors riding chocobos charge into the enemy formation from the side, Halduron murmured, "Half-elf, let the trolls have a good look at the demeanor of elf warriors." Bar."

Many people believe that the high elves cannot train qualified fighters due to their weak physical fitness.

In fact, this is a misunderstanding.

The big bow used by the elf ranger requires a lot of strength to draw it. Every ranger holding a longbow is a strongman. From this point, it can be seen that the elf's physical fitness is not bad.

The high elves are not without warriors, to be precise, they have no large-scale warrior army.

As for the reason...

One is because in the forest with complex terrain, it is difficult for warriors in heavy armor to move around, so they are easy targets for the Amani trolls who are also good at fighting in the forest.

Two... The bosses of Silvermoon City think that a warrior who always fights close to the enemy is not elegant enough to reflect the noble qualities of the high elves.

As far as the conclusion is concerned, the high elves can cultivate powerful fighters, but the upper echelons, including the Sun King and the Silver Moon Council, don't think it is necessary.

Ranger troops are sufficient to protect the frontiers of Quel'Thalas.

"call!"

Sharlayan, who rushed into the enemy's line at high speed, was full of excitement. He swung his heavy sword horizontally, and split a troll headhunter caught off guard from his left shoulder.

Scarlet blood sprayed on Sharlayan's body, but he didn't care about it. He licked the remaining blood at the corner of his mouth, and immediately changed his target to the next enemy.

Trolls, like high elves, are native species of Azeroth, and they are the earliest intelligent race bred in Azeroth.

They are born with tall legs and long legs. Although they are not as muscular and powerful as the orcs, the trolls are very well-balanced in physical condition, and they may not lose to the orcs one-on-one.

Although Sharlayan studied under famous teachers, received strict instruction from an early age, and has a strong will to fight without stage fright, he is still a new soldier after all.

After killing a troll unexpectedly, he truly realized the difficulty of this ancient race that had been entangled with the high elves for thousands of years.

Relying on the powerful self-healing ability possessed by nature, the troll is not afraid of being injured, and would rather risk his own injury to leave some marks on the enemy.

Relying on the added impact of the chocobos, the warrior team of only a dozen people tore a big hole in the flank of the Amani troll formation, piercing through the originally neat troll army.

However, this assault team was also targeted by the generals of the Amani trolls.

Sharlayan, who was enjoying the passion of fighting, suddenly felt a chill all over his body, subconsciously turned to the left, and retracted the blood-stained sword that had just killed a troll.

"Clang, clang!"

The two crashes exploded at the same time, indistinguishable from each other, and Sharlayan, who hastily put on a defensive posture, turned slightly pale.

The chocobo under him also wailed, and was almost overturned by this force.

Bearing the huge force without being prepared, Salayan's blood was a little churned, and he gritted his teeth to barely maintain his posture, and was not broken by the enemy's defense.

"Pooh!"

Slightly spitting out the blood oozing from the gums due to excessive clenching, Salayan withdrew his unruly posture, straightened the chocobo and looked solemnly at his attacker.

That strong troll with a slightly bent back, the two fangs protruding from the corners of its mouth are bent upwards, with a sinister expression on its face.

The battlefield is changing rapidly, and Sharlayan has no time to ask about the origin of the opponent. He still remembers Halduron's explanation.

"Pierce through the enemy's formation and return immediately, rangers and mages will cover you."

"Don't love to fight. Your numbers are too small. Once you lose your impact and fall into the enemy's line, you will surely die."

Taking a deep look at this strong troll, Sharlayan forcibly suppressed the fighting spirit in his heart.

‘Sooner or later this account will be recovered from you. '

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Halduron's promised cover strike came just in time, and the grinning troll had to prioritize dealing with the rain of arrows falling from the sky.

Sharlayan took the opportunity to evacuate with the experienced veterans, preparing to detour back to the camp.

The mages standing on the high platform on the second floor of the Farstrider camp began to show their power.

Since Sharlayan's team temporarily cut off the connection between the trolls' front and back formations, the separated trolls had some disagreements on the next advance and retreat strategies.

Halduron seized this opportunity and ordered all the Farstriders to launch a saturated cover attack to cause maximum damage to the troll's vital forces.

The sudden rise in temperature on the battlefield changed the expression of the troll warlord who was commanding from the rear, and he suddenly remembered a nightmare legend that had been circulating among the Amani tribe for many years.

"Let the front army retreat! The great magic of the high elves is coming!"

"Yes, Warlord Dakar!"

Almost at the same time as Dakar gave the order, a storm of flames spewed out from under the ground.

"boom!"

Trolls can tolerate physical trauma such as swords, but fire, which inflicts sustained burns, is their greatest weakness.

During the Troll Wars 2,800 years ago, the coalition of forest trolls and Zandalari trolls was engulfed by a super-standard fire storm, and both sides of the war always bear this in mind.

Eversong Forest was the home of the high elves after all, and Halduron didn't want to set fire to the forest unless he had to.

But right now there is no other way to think about it. If the troll's attack cannot be repelled, the refugees in the camp will definitely not be spared, and the defense in the southern part of the forest will also completely collapse.

"tumultuous!"

The soaring flames ignited the surrounding dense forests, causing secondary damage to the Amani trolls in it.

"Damn it!"

Warlord Dakara punched the tree trunk beside him angrily.

Chief Zul'jin followed the orcs northward, and entrusted him with the task of commanding the army, hoping that he could lead the elite of Amani to push northward.

But Dakala did not expect that only about a hundred people in the Far Traveler camp made him have to stop his progress.

"Temporary retreat, let the wounded soldiers on the front line retreat to rest."

The troll has a strong self-healing ability, as long as it is not a severed limb injury or fatal injury that causes the body to lack parts, it can recover as long as it rests for a short period of time.

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

"Yes!"

Watching the herald leave, Dakara bared his fangs and looked angrily at the elf commando who was about to join the large army.

"Kurta!"

After attracting the attention of the twin-axe troll, Dakara pointed to Sharlayan, the leader of the assault team.

"Get rid of that brat! That guy will be troublesome when he grows up."

"Hey~ No problem."

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

"drink!"

Frenzied headhunters are a very rare special class among trolls. They can actively activate their own violent blood, and greatly improve various physical qualities in a short period of time by consuming vitality.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

The two broken axes were thrown one after the other by the furious headhunter Kuta, and the target was directed at Sharlayan who had just circled out of the forest.

Halduron, who was looking around, noticed Kuta's attack first, his eyes widened suddenly, and he warned Sharlayan with a loud voice.

"Beware of sneak attacks!"

It is definitely a hard job to penetrate the enemy's formation under the absolute disadvantage of numbers, and the enemy is a troll who is not afraid of pain and has amazing self-healing ability. The color of exhaustion.

With the camp close in front of him, Sharlayan couldn't help but relax a little bit, and was a little slower to react to the sudden attack.

This was caused by inexperience in actual combat, and Sharlayan paid the price for it.

At the critical moment, Sharlayan, whose hairs stood on end all over his body, only had time to raise the great sword horizontally.

"clang!"

The first throw of the throwing ax swung away the hastily aligned greatsword, and the second shot after that was aimed at Sharlayan's head, almost on the verge of a hit.

Between life and death, Sharlayan leaned back relying on the reaction force from the great sword.

"Crack!"

The sharp throwing ax flew past the mail armor on Sharlayan's shoulders, bringing up some chain plates, and also avoided Te's tragic fate of being headshot by the axe.

But the heavy throwing ax still caused him a lot of damage, and there were bursts of severe pain at the collarbone, which should have been fractured by the blow.

After being knocked away from the chocobo, Sharlayan flew upside down and hit a tree before stopping.

"Well!"

The physical pain didn't dampen Sharlayan's fighting spirit. Instead, he was aroused to be more ferocious because of his stubborn nature.

"Whoosh!"

Halduron barely aimed, raised his bow and aimed an arcane shot at Kuta.

Halduron Brightwing is the second in command of the Farstriders, well-known even throughout Quel'Thalas.

His attack made Kuta, who was a little weak after the rage was released, completely unable to react. If the troll warlord Dakala hadn't reached out in time to help, Kuta would definitely have an extra hole in his forehead.

Looking at each other, Halduron and Dakala were not swayed by personal feelings, and tacitly withdrew their troops to stop fighting.

Sharlayan covered his shoulders with annoyed expression: "Damn it! I was careless at the last moment."

Halduron handed over the command to his adjutant, and strode up to Sharlayan to check his injuries.

"Fortunately, it's just a broken bone. Let the priest heal it, and it will be alive and kicking in a few days."

"Tsk~"

Sharlayan couldn't hold back his face: "I'll show you a joke... I promise, there will never be a next time."

Halduron smiled and patted Sharlayan on the head: "Come on, I didn't have such a bright debut performance as you when I was just an adult."

"If it weren't for the fact that no one is available, I wouldn't risk being blamed by Alleria to let you, a young adult, participate in the battle."

"Go ahead, take a good rest for a few days, this battle... still has to be fought."

Sharlayan Deep Shadow, a half-elf of mixed blood, whose father's family is an offshoot of the wealthy Deep Shadow family in Silvermoon City.

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

When Sharlayan was 8 years old, Julian took him to the Deep Shadow Manor in the south of Eversong Forest.

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

Sarlayan has received a lot of stares since he was a child, and has had fights with many people because of this.

In the eyes of others, he is a wild and unruly half-elf, just like a hedgehog who is ready to prick. Anyone who dares to provoke him will inevitably attract a strong counterattack.

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

After moving to the manor to settle down, Sharlayan 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 heal and bandage Salayan, the priest's intentionally heavy hands made Salayan couldn't help but twitching the corners of his mouth.

The beautiful lady pastor with long flaxen hair reprimanded angrily: "It's good to know the pain. I'll see if you dare to be so careless next time."

Sharlayan moved his left arm indifferently. After the priest's emergency treatment, the pain has been relieved a lot.

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

"Thanks, Liadrin."

Liadrin sighed: "Today is a good day for you to come of age, so I won't go into too much detail."

"It happens that you are injured and can't go to the battlefield. Would you like to ask Lailas to have a drink together?"

Sharlayan looked distressed: "Lylas...I'm afraid his sisters will blame me for teaching him to be bad."

Lyras Windrunner, one of Sharlayan's few friends, the youngest child of the Windrunner family, has three older sisters with their own characteristics.

Eldest sister Alleria, the leader of the Farstriders, and a colleague and friend of Sharlayan's father Julian.

Since Salayan was a child, Alleria has always taken care of him, and Salayan has a very good relationship with this unrelated sister.

The second sister Sylvanas, the future ranger general, will lead the high elf ranger army with her mother Li Reza.

Sharlayan didn't have much contact with her, but because of sympathy, he got acquainted with Cirvanas' human apprentice, Nathanos Marris.

The third sister, Vereesa, is the person who dotes on Lyras the most in the Windrunner family, and is also his ranger mentor.

In a normal state, Vereesa is mature and stable, and she is very strict in supervising training.

But once Lyras is in danger, she will immediately turn into a tigress protecting the calf, showing sharp minions to anyone who dares to bully her little brother.

Lailas has only grown up for a few years and has not yet completed his ranger training. The Patriarch Li Reza forbade him to join the ranger army.

The orc invasion came too suddenly this time, and many elves were pierced through the line of defense before they could react, and the north and south of Eversong Forest were completely cut off.

Lailas originally lived in Fengxing Village in the southwest of the forest with his sister Vereesa. After learning that the Farstrider camp sheltered a large number of refugees, the two siblings brought some rangers who stayed in Fengxing Village to vote.

Doing extraordinary things at extraordinary times, although in Vereesa's view, Lailas has not completed the training, but the current situation is too much to worry about, the most important thing is to survive.

Just when Sharlayan was hesitating whether to invite Lyras to his coming-of-age ceremony, Halduron's helpless voice came from outside the door.

"Pastor Liadrin, we are at war."

"Although the Farstriders are not a regular army, they also have their own rules. Let's save the wine until the end of the war. I owe it to Sharlayan."

From Halduron's point of view, this lady pastor, who was unfortunately trapped in the southern part of the forest because of her pilgrimage, was fine with everything, but the hedonism that was in line with the nobles of Silvermoon City made him a little uncomfortable.

Liadrin shrugged indifferently: "You are the head here, you have the final say."

Many people were injured in this battle, Liadrin wasted no time, greeted Halduron, turned around and devoted herself to the treatment of others.

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

Seeing concern in Halduron's eyes, Sharlayan straightened his face and asked, "The situation is bad?"

Raising his hand and rubbing his cheeks, Halduron returned to smiling.

"It's serious, but it's not the end of the mountain."

"You should have a good rest first. Only after you have recovered your body can you continue to fight on the battlefield. I'm off to work."

"correct."

Before leaving, Halduron turned his head, and the smile on his face became more sincere.

"Happy birthday, Sharlayan."

…

Lying in the temporarily added crude lounge of the Farstrider camp, Sharlayan could still hear the painful groans of the wounded soldiers, which made him unable to fall asleep for a long time. UU Reading www. uukanshu.com

Due to the different growth environment of ordinary high elves, Sharlayan 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 to participate in the war was because he was naturally militant and refused to admit defeat, and on the other hand, he was to protect his friends in this disaster, that's all.

"Father, when will you come back?"

Sharlayan's father, Julian, left Quel'Thalas with Alleria, the leader of the Farstriders, and went south to support the Alliance, but he has not returned yet.

Due to the sudden arrival of the orcs, most of the generals of the alliance did not expect that they would bypass the heavy defenses in front of them and enter Quel'Thalas, and also achieved a lot of results in the battle with the high elves.

"Hmph~ Arrogance is poison. If you continue to keep this self-righteous closed-door policy, Quel'Thalas will die of poison sooner or later."

Just when Sharlayan was about to fall asleep in a daze, an indistinguishable voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"The host has reached the age of 18, the anti-addiction is lifted, and the system is officially activated."

Before Sharlayan could react, a lot of inexplicable horizontal subtitles suddenly floated in front of his eyes.

Even though they were words that he had never seen before, Sharlayan could understand the meaning of these words.

"First!"

"Squeeze ahead."

"Come on, come on, is this a live-action Warcraft movie? The ears are quite realistic."

"Grass (a kind of plant), why is the protagonist an elf uncle? What about the handsome boy of the high elves?"

"Sisters in the fan circle in front, take a break, I just like this kind of rough and handsome uncle, 呵忽~"

Sharlayan: "?"

"What is this?"