Quel'Thalas, a powerful magical kingdom founded by the high elves, is located in the Eversong Forest in the north of the Eastern Kingdom.

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

The high elves who are good at arcane magic sit on the Sunwell with unlimited energy and build a powerful barrier for their homeland, named Bandi Noril.

The Bandinoril Barrier provides a safe and comfortable living environment for the high elves.

Since the end of the Troll War more than two thousand years ago, the forest trolls that once dominated the eastern continent have been in decline.

Although the Amani trolls in the southern part of Eversong Forest occasionally launch harassing attacks on the elves, the weakened trolls are no longer able to cause substantial damage to Quel'Thalas.

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

"All enemies will be blocked from the Bandi Noril Barrier, and Eversong Forest will never fall!"

This was a bold statement that the current Sun King confidently made in front of the alliance's envoy when he rejected the alliance's request for alliance a few years ago.

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

In the southern part of Yongge Forest, the beautiful forest that was once filled with golden and red hues like the sun has now been replaced by charred blackness caused by the flames.

A group of strong green-skinned creatures are pouring into the forest, destroying everything they can see.

The barrier that the high elves were proud of failed to play its original role. The greenskins shouted loud war cries and marched toward the northern part of the forest with great momentum under the orders of their respective warlords.

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

Since the Dark Portal opened and the orcs entered Azeroth six years ago, they have caused great harm to the world.

One of the human kingdoms located in the southern part of the continent, the Kingdom of Stormwind has fallen to the madness of the orcs.

The orcs were not satisfied with the territory of Stormwind Kingdom and continued to move north after taking a short rest.

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

The orc warlocks used fel spells to corrode the rune stones that built the Bandinoril Barrier. The outer ring of the barrier in the southern part of the forest, which was based on the Temple of the Moon, the Temple of the Sun, and the Tower of the Morning Star, completely collapsed.

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

In the southern part of Yongsong Forest, which has been basically occupied, there are still many scattered small groups of elves fighting back against the orc invasion. Among them, the Farstrider camp located on the shores of Lake Arendal is resisting the most fiercely.

The Farstrider camp is not on the main axis of the orcs' continued march, but is located in the eastern corner of the forest, where it has long monitored the capital of the forest trolls, Zul'Aman.

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

Just 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 had their own plans behind their attack on Quel'Thalas.

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

After the Bandinoril barrier was corroded, Orgrim, the orc warchief, personally led the main army into Silvermoon City, trying to conquer Quel'Thalas in the shortest possible time.

The forest troll chief Zuljin, who had agreed to form an alliance with the orcs, had different opinions at this time.

He hoped that the orc army could advance slowly and use the powerful military strength of the tribe to encroach on Quel'Thalas step by step.

However, Zuljin's proposal was rejected by Orgrim. The tribe could not afford to wait. They had to seize the time to move the battlefield and completely defeat the alliance established by the human kingdoms.

The orc army continued to advance northward at full speed, while the enemies that remained in the southern part of the forest and advanced slowly were mostly Amani trolls that swarmed out of Zul'Aman.

"Dang! Dang!"

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

The sparse but elite Farstriders are resisting an attack by Amani trolls that is several times larger than our own.

Using the fortifications built in advance, the arrows fired by the elf rangers pierced the trolls' ranks hard. Several rounds of powerful volleys caused heavy losses to the trolls who were busy demolishing the fortifications.

But facing the mighty troll army, it was only a matter of time before the fortifications were destroyed.

High elves are not good at head-on combat. Years of traveling in the forest have allowed them to develop a set of tactics that are most suitable for the forest environment.

It is for this reason that the Ranger, a special and highly mobile profession, has flourished.

In the past, the rangers of the Farstriders were always able to guerrilla in the forest with ease, hunting down the invading trolls with ease.

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 not be spared.

As a last resort, the Elf Rangers had no choice but to give up their mobility advantage and set up fortifications to confront the Amani Trolls head-on.

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

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

Under the command of a ranger commander with fluttering blond hair, a small number of Farstrider mages began to join forces to cast spells.

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

The blond commander's frown did not relax because of this. Since he has been fighting trolls for many years, he knew that this creature has a strong vitality and some injuries will heal automatically soon.

"Salayan, it's your turn to attack. Take care to protect yourselves. I don't want to be beaten up by Alleria next time we meet."

"Hmph~"

A bearded elf with silver hair and slightly shorter ears than other compatriots snorted, put a heavy two-handed sword on his right shoulder, and said something unruly.

"Take care of yourself first, Halduron...I'm leaving!"

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

Since a large number of elites were taken away by Alleria Windrunner to support the Alliance, the number of Farstriders left behind in Quel'Thalas was severely insufficient. They could only barely hold on to this refuge camp and were unable to launch a counterattack against the trolls and orcs.

Halduron did not take the silver-haired elf's unruly attitude to heart. After all, this was not the first time he was contradicted by the other party.

Seeing the silver-haired elf holding a big sword and a few high elf warriors riding chocobos and rushing into the enemy formation from the side, Halduron murmured: "Half-elf, let the trolls see the elegance of the elf warriors."

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Many people believe that high elves cannot cultivate qualified warriors due to their weak physical fitness.

Actually this is a misunderstanding.

The big bow used by the Elf Ranger requires a lot of strength to draw. Every ranger holding a long bow is a strong man. From this, it can be seen that the physical fitness of the Elf is not bad.

It's not that the high elves don't have warriors. To be precise, they don't have a large-scale warrior army.

As for the reason...

One is because in a forest with complex terrain, warriors wearing heavy armor have difficulty moving and can easily become targets for the Amani trolls who are also good at forest warfare.

Secondly... the bosses of Silvermoon City believe that warriors who are always fighting hand-to-hand with the enemy are not elegant enough and cannot embody the noble qualities of high elves.

In conclusion, high elves can cultivate powerful warriors, but the upper echelons, including the Sun King and the Silver Moon Council, believe that this is not necessary.

The ranger force is sufficient to protect the borders of Quel'Thalas.

"call!"

Sarlayan's face was full of excitement as he rushed into the enemy's position at high speed. He swung his heavy sword horizontally and split an unprepared troll headhunter in half from his left shoulder.

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

Trolls, like high elves, are native species to Azeroth and are the earliest intelligent races bred in Azeroth.

They are naturally tall and have long legs. Although they are not as muscular and powerful as the orcs, the trolls' physical conditions are very balanced, and they may not lose to the orcs one on one.

Although Sarlayan studied under a famous teacher, received strict instruction from an early age, and has a strong will to fight and no stage fright, he is still a new soldier after all.

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

Relying on its innate and powerful self-healing ability, the troll is not afraid of injury, and would rather risk being injured himself to leave some mark on the enemy.

The warrior team of only a dozen people relied on the additional impact of the chocobo to tear a large hole in the flank of the Amani troll formation, punching through the otherwise neat troll army.

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

Sarlayan, who was enjoying the excitement of the battle, suddenly felt a chill all over his body. He subconsciously turned to the left and took back the blood-stained sword that had just killed a troll.

"Dang, Dang!!"

Two collisions occurred simultaneously and indistinguishably, and Sarlayan's face turned pale as he hurriedly put on a defensive posture.

The chocobo under him also howled and was almost overturned by the force.

Under the huge force due to lack of preparation, Sarlayan's energy and blood boiled a little. He gritted his teeth and managed to maintain his posture without being broken by the enemy's defense.

"Pooh!"

Slightly rudely spitting out the blood that seeped out from his gums due to excessive clenching, Sarlayan regained his unruly posture, straightened the chocobo and looked solemnly at his attacker.

That was a strong troll with a slightly stooped back, two fangs protruding from the corners of his mouth that curved upward, and a sinister expression on his face.

The battlefield was changing rapidly, and Sarlayan had no time to ask the other party's origins. He still remembered Halduron's explanation.

"Punch through the enemy formation and return immediately. The rangers and mages will cover you."

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

After taking a deep look at this strong troll, Sarlayan forcibly suppressed the fighting spirit in his heart.

'Sooner or later I will ask you for this debt.'

"Whoosh whoosh!"
To be continued...