Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

In the elven fortress, Aristophanes is looking at the blue lines that keep moving on the map, while Taranas is introducing the battle situation.

"In other words, the mixed legion led by Lor'themar is very strong?"

"That's the case. If the line of defense were those of the First Ranger Army or the Second Ranger Army, I'm afraid our line of defense would have already collapsed under the tide of trolls."

Aristophan nodded, when Li Leisa suddenly said: "When Sylvanas led the reinforcements, I saw that they were wearing a full-covered armor, and it was not leather armor. Is that your new invention?"

"I can't talk about new inventions, but through enchanting and mechanical structures, the ranger's defensive capabilities and agility have been enhanced. After this battle is over, I will show this armor to the public."

"Why? I think the ranger wears enchanted leather armor. The defensive ability has a magic shield. There is no need to spend energy on this."

"So I just equipped a few Ranger squads experimentally. We will talk about the specific results when Sylvanas comes back. The top priority now is to drive the trolls back."

Upon seeing this, Li Leisa gave up on the problem and turned to look at Taranas: "Counter-attack across the board."

"Okay, then I'm going to the front line," Taranas moved his body, his pupils kept dilating and shrinking, and his tone gradually became excited, "I plan to compete with the troll before. "

At this moment, Aristophane seemed to feel something, and said to the two people in front of him: "I have something to do, you command first."

After speaking, a blue light flashed, and the elf mage disappeared in place. Taranas also picked up the weapon on the side and jumped down from the window, leading Alleria and her team members all the way to the south, straight to the pass.

In the jungle, Aristophanes first released a few layers of spell shields for himself, and then drew circles with his hands. The ground underneath instantly twisted and changed like waves, and at the same time invisible space barriers appeared around, accompanied by a burst of trolls. Yu, a somewhat weird troll appeared in front of him cursingly.

Aristophane Ebony Chill I am in my hand, my purple pupils are staring at the troll death in front of me.

"Oh oh oh, let me see who is looking for old Bonsandi..." the troll said while looking at the elf standing below, "it is actually a Quel'Dorei, this familiar breath is strange, really weird..."

Then he circled in the air and sat on the trunk next to him: "Speak, Elf, what are you looking for old Bangsandi?"

"Hello, dear **** of death?" Aristophane bent slightly? "Why are you here again?"

"Where there is the death of a troll, there is old Bangsandi, Elf?" Bangsandi suddenly disappeared? Then he came to the elf mage and put his right hand on the elf's shoulder? "I remember who you are? , You were there when the northern troll died on a large scale last time? Hahaha? People like you can be called the messenger of death..."

"I expelled Hakkar."

Bangsandi froze immediately, and his eyes burning with weird blue-green flames looked up and down the wizard mage: "No wonder I feel that you have something terrifying about you..."

"Well, let's not gossip. You can collect the souls of the trolls on the battlefield? But you can't intervene in our pursuit of the Gurubashi trolls."

"Deal!" Bangsandy nodded? The expression on his face became serious, "Those believers who I used to dare to give up my letter to the guy in Hakkar, if so, let their souls pay for old Bangsandy. Right!"

"Very well, I hope you don't disturb our work, otherwise I will expel you like Haka!"

"Well? Don't be so serious, Elf Brother?" Bangsandy returned to the appearance of a hippie smiling face again, "I believe you have this strength? How about, do you want old Bangsandy to help you?"

Aristophane looked at the Grim Reaper with a smirk? He shook his head helplessly: "That's it? Goodbye? Oh no, never see you again."

Then the elf mage lifted the restriction on space and left here, while Bonsanti floated in place, the hippie smile on his face disappeared, but instead stared at the place where Aristophanes disappeared and frowned: "This elf has a lot of His secret, well, it looks like I need to pay more attention to him."

On the other side, under the leadership of Lor'themar and Sylvanas, the elves began to counterattack across the board, and the trolls who had lost the blessing of Hakkar suddenly fell into a panic. They kept retreating, even if Mandokir killed Many people still cannot prevent the rout from happening.

"Lord Lord, let's retreat quickly! Those long ears are about to be killed!"

"...Let's go," Mandokiel was already awake at this time, feeling the body that has returned to normal strength, he understood that Jindu had failed, "Someone has to cover you, go, I will stay Block those long ears here."

Suddenly his raptor Ogan wailed, walked a few steps forward and then knelt on the ground, quickly losing his breath.

A trace of sadness flashed in Mandokiel's eyes, but he immediately drew out the long sword from his waist: "The blood lord guards gather, for Gurubashi, stop those elves!"

"Huha!"

Several teams of trolls wearing blood-red leather armor roared towards Lor'themar and Magni who had rushed out of the jungle, directly blocking them, and instantly the blood wave flew, but more elven rangers rushed out. Bypassing them keeps reaping the lives of the trolls.

Therefore, more trolls screamed and rushed towards the pass, and Mandokiel stood in front of the pass like a reef, allowing the trolls to bypass themselves and enter the southern Stranglethorn Vale.

Soon the first elf ranger came to him, swinging a knife and slashing, Mandokiel instantly bent over and pierced the elf ranger’s chest directly, and then kicked it out. Several punches were compared. The ranger in front was hit by the ranger and rolled down.

A trace of contempt flashed in Mandokir's eyes, and then he lowered his head and said in a blunt common language: "Let that ~Dragonblood Ranger~ Xia, you are not opponents."

A trace of anger flashed across the faces of the elven rangers in front of him. If the bows and arrows were not exhausted in the pursuit, they would have let the troll know the terrible elven archery.

"What's the matter? Why stop here?" Lor'themar beheaded the berserker in front of him at this time and rushed to the place of confrontation.

"This troll seems to be a big man, we are not opponents, and he named Captain Taranas by name."

Lor'themar frowned: "What is our order?"

"Expelling the trolls at all costs until they are all driven back to the southern jungle!"

Lor'themar was angry: "Then tell me, what is the meaning of whatever it takes?"

"...Yes, Captain, I understand!" The ranger waved his hand as soon as he finished speaking, and the elves who had stopped at the bottom of the steep **** gathered quickly, and then rushed towards the pass.

Mandokiel had cold eyes, and he slashed at the first elf with a sword in one hand. The ranger blocked his sword, but the troll performed the same trick again, raising his feet and kicking these elf rangers into ground gourds again.

Lor'themar looked at the ranger rolling down and the narrow pass, and couldn't help sighing. These rangers under his own were still inexperienced. He was about to step forward to kill the troll himself. Suddenly, one flew out of the jungle. An all-steel long arrow shot through Mandokiel's left leg, and he screamed.

Taranas slowly walked out of the jungle holding the golden bow of Quel'Thalas~www.ltnovel.com~ Another all-steel long arrow shot again, but was opened by Mandoki.

"You are here, Dragonblood Ranger! Come on, carry out our destined fight!" The Blood Lord looked at the approaching Taranas and shouted.

"Lor'themar, you lead the others to continue chasing, and I will help you stare at this troll."

"Yes! Let's go!" Lor'themar immediately moved forward. Mandokiel wanted to stop him, but Taranas got the arrow and flew in front of him. The troll could only retract the sword to block the arrow. Therma led the ranger under him to pass through the pass.

Mandokir kept taunting Taranas, but the elven ranger remained unmoved. Soon the troll's side was full of steel arrows, and his arms trembled slightly.

"Huh~ Is that it, long ears?"

"As you wish." Taranas approached him at this time, holding the sword in one hand, a brilliance lit up, and at the same time the sound of steel crashing into everyone's ears, Mandokiel's long sword and head flew straight. Up into the sky, the body wrapped in armor fell heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

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