Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

　　 After leaving Silvermoon City, Aristophanes and his party began to accelerate, and they quickly arrived at Qingfeng Village, where they gathered the first batch of ranger recruits.

　　 Then these young elves crossed the Allendal River together, and at Tacquelin they merged the second and last batch of recruits and some veterans, forming a mixed ranger army of 1,000 people.

After a quick reorganization and distribution, Aristophane and Taranas led the 200 people assigned to them, plus the rangers brought by Silvermoon City, a total of 230 people, and began to move towards the predetermined goal-Allen On the south side of Dal Lake, the future Farstrider Camp advances.

　　 After accepting a part of the recruits, Aristophanes and his team inevitably slowed down. In three days they had just walked along the road to the fork in the temple of the sun.

"Aristophanes, we can't go on like this." Taranas found Aristophanes when camping in the wild, and said very seriously, "The next road will be very dangerous. There will be no road after crossing here. Now, only a small road leads to the lake, and we need to pass through a large area of ​​woods and wilderness to reach the camp."

　　 "I know, do you need to worry about attacks by wild beasts?"

　　 "It's not just a beast attack, Aristophanes," Taranas said softly, "It's spring, and we still need to face the most terrible enemy."

　　 "Troll?"

"Yes, even though we united humans under the leadership of His Highness Dathremar thousands of years ago to cause heavy damage to the forest trolls, we did not completely wipe them out. As far as I know, the forest trolls have suffered more in recent decades. Signs of becoming active. From the small-scale raids in the beginning to the open-minded raids in previous years, their scales are getting bigger and bigger. Last year alone, no fewer than ten elven caravans were on their way to Tacquilin or to the human kingdom. Attack."

　　 "Are you worried that they will attack us?"

　　 "Yes, after all, for such a large-scale operation, the trolls must have heard about it. Moreover, our troops know at first sight that they are all recruits, and they are a good soft persimmon."

　　 "It's my first time to participate in this kind of operation, Captain, follow your instructions." Aristophane stared at Taranas' blue eyes and said word by word.

This is what Taranas waited for. After all, the lesson from the last expedition is vivid: As a ranger, because of a conflict with the military mage, he was killed by himself and was demoted and transferred back to the rear; The mage was transferred back to Silvermoon City, but it was not a punishment, but a promotion.

　　 "Depart before dawn, the scouts will go out five hundred meters, the whole army is in battle formation, I need you to prepare for the spell.

　　 "No problem, I'll follow your instructions."

　　 "Stay away from the Sunwell now, are you sure you can cast spells at any time?"

"no problem."

　　 "I hope you won't let me down."

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　　Zu Aman Fortress, Darkpine tribe camp.

　　 "Jagorasin, the latest group of hunters has returned and brought back the news of those white-skinned ears."

"Really?" A tall troll with some green moss on his body raised his head and put down the polished stone arrow in his hand. "Go and gather the priests. Let's listen to them. News."

　　 After a while, the priests of the Darkpine tribe were seated in Jagorakin's tent.

　　 "Jagorakin, what can I do to summon us?" A young troll in bear skin just walked into the tent and shouted, "I am preparing to communicate with Nalorak, the **** of Loa."

　　 "Be quiet, Buck, the priest of Narorak. The hunter I sent out has just returned, and he brings us the latest news. Guard, bring him up."

　　 A blue-haired troll carrying a bow and arrow and a short knife walked in. He was known by a priest. He was the most outstanding hunter of the Darkpine Troll in recent years: Vargas.

　　 "Dear Jagorakin, priests, I am Captain Hunter Vargas."

　　 "Walgas, you said you have news from those white-skinned ears from the north?"

"Yes, dear Jagorakin." Vargas said, "On the way from Zuaman to the center of the forest the day before yesterday afternoon, I saw a team of about two hundred people trekking in the forest. They walked towards the forest. Go in the direction of Lake Allendall."

　　 "No one found you?"

"Although they sent scouts, I was not found under the cover of Harraz, the spirit of the lynx. These pointed ears did not hide the trace and intention of action. According to previous experience, this should be to Lake Elendal. There are quite a few new recruits in the frontier team that changes defense."

　　 "Okay, I see, thanks for your hard work, Warrior, let's go and rest first."

　　 Vargas bowed, then exited the tent.

　　 "Priests, what do you think?"

　　 "Attack, Jagorakin, a small team of 200 people, give me 500 people to annihilate them!" It was the priest of Narorak.

"I don't agree, Buck," a slightly older troll priest objected. "Our attack last year has aroused their vigilance, but it was only a caravan and did not get their attention. These two hundred people It's different. According to Vargas, they are the troops that are changing defenses. I am worried that attacks on them will cause massive retaliation."

"If you don’t attack them, you won’t get revenge? If you are scared, just stay in the fortress. I will lead the followers of Narorak! The forest is our main battlefield. Help me in Loa. I will tear them up easily!"

　　The older troll was about to continue retorting, but Jagorakin stopped it.

　　 "It's not the time for a large-scale counterattack, Priest Buck." Jagorakin calmly said to the young troll priest, "But we can't let these pointed ears reach their destination so smoothly."

"Cliff, you go to Vargas, bring twelve hunters who have been blessed by the eagle spirit, and then lead twenty fighters to make trouble for these white ears. There is only one request, Try to kill them as much as possible, but don't head-on."

　　 "Yes, Chief." The old priest stood up and replied. After receiving Jagorakin's signal, everyone filed out of the tent.

"Oh, we are still too weak." Jagorakin looked at the ground blankly. "Fifty hunters, more than a hundred warriors, no trolls, no voodoo shooters, no... don't know what. Only then will the glory of the Amani Empire be restored."

　　 But soon he cheered up. Under his leadership, after hundreds of years of recuperation, the Dark Pine tribe has gradually passed through the most difficult time. Hundreds of little trolls were born last year alone.

　　 "Everything will be fine, my efforts are not in vain!" Gagolarkin thought to himself.

　　 His gaze turned back to the other side. After Taranas had a conversation with Aristophanes that day, the vigilance of the whole team immediately rose to a level.

　　 But because there are too many recruits and too few veterans, Taranas can only disperse a small part of the veterans as scouts, and these scouts cannot be far away from the large forces, otherwise it will be difficult to support when the troll attacks.

　　 After three days of fear, the troll's attack finally arrived.

　　 At that time, the troops had just camped, and Taranas came to look for Aristophanes, wanting to ask him if he had any detective spells that could help the tired scouts.

　　 "Reconnaissance spells?" Aristophane asked, "How did the army mage before do it?"

"Because they are far away from the Sunwell, they are very stingy with their mana and rarely release such ineffective spells. We all rely on the ranger's physical body to detect." Taranas replied with a wry smile, "And usually the army mage chief It’s hiding in the back and basically won’t be hurt.”

　　 "Okay, I understand." As the main force of fire suppression, the high-precision mage far away from the sun well actually spared his magic to such a point, Aristophan had to lament that the high elves really like to die.

　　 But before he could speak with emotion, a ranger guard rushed in and said to Taranas: "Captain, there is an emergency!"

　　 The two looked at each other and walked out of the camp quickly.

　　 I saw a red firework above the jungle not far away, flashing a different beauty in the setting sun.

　　 "First level combat readiness!" Taranas's complexion changed drastically. He knew what this firework meant.

　　 The recruits in the camp immediately arranged their weapons under the urging of the veterans, and blocked the trucks in a circle around the outside.

　　 Aristophane stood beside Taranas, and he asked, "What's the matter, Taranas?"

　　 "That direction is the direction of Zuaman. I sent Kars, my sharpest ranger, to reconnaissance. He is a veteran, and the red warning is the highest level warning. Can you understand, Aristophanes?"

　　 "In other words," Aristophane clenched the staff in his hand, "A troll is coming?"

　　 "Yes, it's still a big troll."

　　 At this moment, a scout rushed out of the woods, with a bow and arrow stuck in his shoulder, and staggered towards the camp.

　　 Just halfway through the run, some figures vaguely appeared in the woods, one of them raised his hand, and then threw out the throwing axe in his hand.

　　 "Be careful!" the defensive rangers in the camp shouted.

　　 But Karls was hurt so badly that he had no strength to dodge.

　　 "Lightning Missile!" Aristophane cast the spell directly, releasing his fastest flying spell. A blue electric light seemed to penetrate the air, knocking the axe flying in the blink of an eye.

　　 "There is a wizard, it's interesting." Vargas licked his fangs, "I haven't killed the wizards with pointed ears. Every time they run as fast as rabbits."

　　 After seeing the wounded elf return to the camp, he waved his hand and motioned to the hunter under him to throw the object.

　　 Those are the heads of six blood elf rangers.

Then he shouted in the forest in awkward Salas: "Pointy ears, this is just a small beginning! The Darkpine tribe will rise, and you are the best stepping stones! The Amani Empire must Victory!" After speaking, he led the hunter back to the depths of the jungle.

Taranas laughed when he heard it, and did not reply. Instead, he calmly ordered the head of the dead elf to be restrained, stationed on the spot and arranged for alert, which made the tense atmosphere in the camp dissipate a little~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Aristophanes, we are in big trouble. "Taranus was not relaxed after entering the tent.

　　 "Is it because of that troll?"

"Yes, his operation caused great psychological pressure on the recruits. Fortunately, you blocked his axe, or you would kill our scout in front of the recruits..." Taranas shook his head, " I can't imagine how the morale of the recruits will fall."

　　 "The top priority now is how to go next." Aristophane said calmly. He was neither a professional nor a soldier. At most I have read only a few books on military affairs and some war history. These things are not necessarily useful in this world.

"There are two ways. First, stand by for help, but I am worried that the messenger will be intercepted again; second, continue to advance, but whether the recruits can withstand the attack of the troll is still unknown, what do you think should be done. "

"Go ahead." Aristophanes thought for a while, and chose the second route. "Talanas, think about it carefully. If the trolls really have enough strength, they will use this method to fight. Is our morale?

　　 He saw that we were recruits and still used this method to stimulate us.

　　 I think their purpose is to trap us here, intercept our messengers, and put psychological pressure on the recruits.

　　Once we are exhausted, they can easily break through our defenses.

　　 I don’t understand war, but I know that we must not do what the enemy wants us to do. "

　　 "You are right, I have the same opinion," Taranas glanced at him twice, as if he didn't expect that he could analyze these things, "then take a good rest, send a guard post at night, and leave tomorrow morning!"