The Demonic Ambush Team, led by multiple Dreadlords, thought it was destiny, but little did they know that their every move had been predicted by the High Elves.
When facing the bandits from the Northland sentry tower before, the escort team behaved quite well. They were deliberately hiding themselves in preparation for fishing and enforcing the law.
The Dread Lord, who has always been good at calculating people, fell into a trap carefully designed by someone due to lack of intelligence.
When they all tried to kill the food caravan, the Backlight Blade, who was hiding in the dark and waiting for an opportunity, finally took action.
Valeera was the first to take action and set an example, killing a Dreadlord with three strikes, five strikes and two additions.
The thieves of the Backlight Blade spread out in all directions, finding enemies that fit their strength position and assassinating them.
The entry of Backlight Blade completely disrupted the situation.
The Burning Legion, who thought they were sure of victory, suddenly panicked, and the situation was out of their control.
After the Backlight Blade took action, the regular troops guarding the food transport team were no longer retained, showing the true combat effectiveness of Quel'Thalas' elite troops.
Under double-teaming from the front and back, the unprepared Devil Ambush Team was almost defeated instantly.
A significantly larger Dreadlord jumped out in time and waved out the hypnotic fog to temporarily repel the enemy's ferocious attack.
"Retreat! We were fooled!"
"Want to escape? Is it that easy?"
The cold voice coming from behind the Dread Lord Commander made his whole body stiffen.
"Uh-huh!"
Several sharp afterimages attacked the Dread Lord Commander one after another. With great effort, he flapped his wings and dodged aside before the attack came.
"Squeak!"
Without saying a word, the commander turned into countless little bats on the spot.
Valeela, who failed in the sneak attack, did not waver and calmly stared at the flight paths of those little bats.
No matter how many bats there are, they will eventually reunite.
As long as you don't be fooled by the flashy scene in front of you, and focus on capturing the direction of the bat's movement, you can deduce where the enemy wants to go.
"right here!"
Seeing the bats starting to move closer to the same place, Valeela suddenly disappeared from the place and appeared in front of the Dread Lord who had just condensed his form again as if teleporting.
Quel'Sera's transformed daggers stabbed into the Dread Lord's arm in front of him one after another.
Failing to hit the vital point, Valeela took advantage of the situation and twisted the two knives, shredding the muscles of the Dread Lord's two forearms.
Holding back the pain, the Dreadlord used the large wings on his back to fan out a green hypnotic mist, forcing Valeera to temporarily put away her sword and retreat.
"Mortal! I, Vargas, have recorded this grudge. In the future, I will..."
"I know how much you know!"
"boom!"
A huge black shadow suddenly fell from the sky and smashed Vargas into the ground before he could finish his harsh words.
The corner of Valeera's mouth twitched: "It's this trick again..."
Since the last time he tasted the sweetness on the battlefield of Northrend, Sarlayan has learned another trick to drop a giant bear from the sky.
The principle is very simple. Use the Spinspeaker's transformation ability to first turn into a flying bird and soar in the sky. After calculating the correct coordinates, use Ursoc to transform into a giant bear, aiming at the enemy and falling from the sky.
Ursoc's bear butt is big enough, so you don't have to worry about missing the enemy under normal circumstances.
In the form of a giant bear, it has rough skin and thick flesh, strong muscles and internal organs, and excellent impact resistance. Even if it is dropped from a height of hundreds of meters, it will not cause any trouble. The only one who will be in trouble is the enemy.
After handing over the task of escorting the prisoners to the Red Dragon Knight, Sarlayan transformed into a sharp-tailed swift and rushed over to support Valeela, with Stellagosa, Tinargosa and Onyxia still chasing behind.
"biu~"
Turning into a cloud of smoke and returning to his human form, Sarlayan jumped out of the giant hole he sat out of.
Vargas? The mass of rotten flesh in the pit with no discernible prototype is just that. This guy's soul has escaped back to the Twisting Nether and is waiting for resurrection.
The leaders were easily dispatched by the opponent like chickens being killed. The remaining legion demons immediately lost their fighting spirit and launched a final charge as if suicidal. They were all quickly killed by the guards of the food transport team with a steady attack.
Sarlayan motioned for the injured soldiers to gather around him and use the tranquility of the wide area to heal their injuries.
Sarlayan didn't like healing spells in the past, but after actually getting it, he realized...it smells really good.
He may not need it himself, but as long as there is a battlefield with Sarlayan, the survival rate of wounded soldiers will be greatly improved.
Today, Sarlayan no longer fights alone. Even for the sake of his family and friends, it is necessary to learn some healing spells.
Tranquility alone cannot meet the battlefield needs in various complex situations. After all, this guidance skill still has great limitations.
Recently, Sharlayan is reading the study diary given by Malfurion Kang, and is working hard to practice Healing Touch and Rejuvenation, the two basic healing spells of Druid.
Both spells target a single target. Healing Touch can quickly heal the victim's wounds. This treatment is one-time.
Rejuvenation... In barrage terms, this skill is slow recovery, which can slowly and automatically restore the damage suffered by the recipient over a period of time.
Sarlayan used his unfamiliar healing touch to specifically take care of the seriously injured soldiers.
Valeera first took the emblem of the Sunstrider royal family to the closed door of Stratholme and called the door, telling the managers of Stratholme that Quel'Thalas had arrived to transport food and fodder support.
When Baron Rivendell went on an expedition, all affairs in the city were handed over to Baroness Anastari.
A clever woman cannot make a living without rice. Seeing that the food supply in the city is gradually bottoming out, Anastali has not had a good rest for several days.
Once the food is exhausted, Anastali can foresee that larger-scale turmoil will inevitably occur in the city.
The special envoy who rushed back to the Royal City of Lordaeron has yet to receive any news, and Baron Rivendell has not returned from the expedition. Anastari is almost desperate.
She summoned the nobles in the city for discussions many times, urging them to consciously take out the food they had stored in order to avoid riots in the city after the food was exhausted.
But in today's food shortage environment, it is obviously impossible for the nobles to readily take out their own food.
In their view, ensuring the survival of their family is the most important thing.
As for the civilians who are about to starve to death? It's none of my business, even if they all die, it's still Baron Rivendell's fault.
Of course, not all nobles only look at immediate interests. There are also some people with a long-term perspective. They know that failure to pay food will inevitably lead to more serious consequences.
Thanks to these nobles who understand the righteousness of justice, Anastari postponed the food shortage for another two days.
But I have reached my limit today.
All the nobles anticipated the coming storm and, without exception, stayed behind closed doors.
Just when Anastali was about to return to the Lord's Mansion to strengthen the defense of the mansion, the guards at the city gate suddenly stumbled over.
"Madam, good news! Quel'Thalas...ahem! Quel'Thalas is bringing food to support us!"
"What?!"
Anastali, who looked very gloomy, looked at the weak city guard in disbelief.
"Can you say that again."
…
"quack!"
The iron fences on both sides of the main entrance to Stratholme slowly opened, and the Baroness personally came to greet her with senior officials from Stratholme City.
The intelligence inside and outside Stratholme was secretly blocked by Vargas' people, and Anastarie knew nothing about what had happened in the outside world during this period.
She was very confused that Quel'Thalas had brought food to Lordaeron before.
Baron Rivendell is a martial artist, and he is relatively poor at handling internal affairs. He usually leaves the responsibility to his wife Anastari.
As far as the Baroness knew, King Terenas had been unhappy with Quel'Thalas ever since they withdrew from the Alliance.
Today, relations between the two countries have almost reached freezing point.
Anastari didn't want to speculate on the high elf's motives with malicious intent, but when the information was unclear, she would inevitably have doubts.
The Baroness breathed a sigh of relief when she learned that the food needed to be purchased, at least the other party didn't want everything.
As the saying goes, free things are the most expensive.
If the high elves wouldn't make Stratholme pay, they would surely demand something else as payment.
Moreover, the reward Quel'Thalas seeks must be higher than the value of money, and may even be too high to be accepted.
