Early the next morning, Arthas and Uther were already on their way to the high elf kingdom of Quel'Thalas.
While admiring the beautiful customs and customs of the land along the way, Arthas asked Uther, "Teacher, how many ranger troops are participating in the war in Quel'Thalas?"
"They didn't say, but I estimate that there will be no more than two thousand people." Uther gave a satisfactory number.
"No more than two thousand people?" Arthas touched his chin. "Our current information shows that there are at least five thousand trolls who invaded Quel'Thalas."
"Yes, but fortunately they mostly move out as clans. As long as there are too many casualties, they will break up and retreat sooner or later."
Uther has also fought against trolls before and has a certain understanding of these savage monsters. If it weren't for the large number of trolls that invaded this time, Prince Kael'thas would not be able to save his dignity and come to Lordaeron for help. .
Arthas keenly caught the anomaly, "Teacher, do you feel that something is wrong? Why did the trolls gather so many people?"
Uther agreed with Arthas on this, "I also find it strange. In previous years, when the number of trolls was at its highest, there were only about two thousand, but this time it has more than doubled."
"Is there still a famine in their hometown?" Alsace teased, and the master and apprentice looked at each other and smiled, knowing that this was impossible, because the trolls did not live by farming at all, but lived by fishing and hunting.
The entire territory of Quel'Thalas is shrouded in a rune barrier called Bandi Norel. This barrier not only effectively resists the invasion of foreign enemies, but also allows the magic source of the high elves - the magic of the Sunwell. Filling their woodland, their territory is spring-like all year round, fertile and peaceful.
This is Quel'Thalas, the Forest of Eternal Spring.
Those trolls escaped into the boundless forest after being defeated by the combined forces of humans and elves, but they still come to trouble the Farstrider rangers who patrol the forest every once in a while.
This is because the Bandinorel barrier is powerful, but it also has a shortcoming. It requires huge magic rune stones as the base point for connecting the magic network, and such precious stones obviously cannot be easily scattered everywhere in the forest.
This also led to the fact that although the trolls were beaten to the mountains deep in the forest by the magic of the high elves and the bravery of humans, their figures could always appear in the territory of Quel'Thalas.
Only this time, Arthas felt that the number of trolls was a bit strange.
Arthas may know the racial situation of trolls better than some trolls. These forest troll tribes actually belong to the Amani trolls. They have lived in the forests and foothills of northern Lordaeron for generations. To be honest, the elves are the invaders.
However, humans and elves are on the same front at this time, and these barbaric races living in the forest have brought huge trouble to both.
That's why humans and elves formed an alliance to drive the trolls back to the deepest part of the forest, but the trolls' desire to revive the Amani Empire never faded.
Their former leader Zuljin also lost an arm during the counterattack on Quel'Thalas. Later, he went to serve as a guide for the orcs who invaded the Eastern Kingdom. After failing again, he disappeared into the forest.
Arthas can only say that these guys are really persistent. More than six thousand years have passed since the [Troll War], and they still haven't learned from their failures again and again.
This group of forest trolls is getting worse with each generation. They may have been a powerful empire that dominated the northern forests before, but now they can only hide in their wooden houses every day to serve their poor Loa gods.
And their actions of blindly worshiping gods have often brought huge trouble to Azeroth.
Trolls don't care whether you are a good god or an evil god. As long as you can bless them and bring them strength, they will believe in you even if you are an ancient god.
They can even attract evil gods from outside Azeroth. When encountering such a group of fanatical believers who are not afraid of death, what else can Arthas do besides sending the trolls to meet their damn evil gods?
It takes about two days to march from Stratholme to the border of Quel'Thalas. The support troops do not need to carry any more supplies except the dry food and tents they carry with them.
When they arrive at the border crossing of Quel'Thalas, the two accompanying mages will transmit the supplies directly through the teleportation circle there.
The advantage of a magical world is that baggage no longer limits marching speed. Especially this elite support force led by Alsace, if they march in a hurry, starting from sunrise, they can reach the border of Quel'Thalas by midnight tonight.
But Arthas was not in a hurry now. If the elves couldn't hold on for even two days, then they would have died in the past.
In fact, the situation may not be as urgent as Kael'thas's letter asking for help. The Farstrider Rangers are indeed in a situation where they cannot get support from their royal city, Silvermoon City, but they are fighting the trolls after all. If thousands of years of frontline troops could not withstand the attack of thousands of trolls, Silvermoon City would have long since become an altar for the trolls to worship the evil gods.
Can't Arthas guess what the elves are thinking? Except that Prince Kael'thas may really be a casualty of the rangers, the councilmen in Silvermoon City wish that the Farstriders died miserably, so that their voice in the Silvermoon Court would be even weaker.
Kael'thas' father, the Sun King of the Quel'dorei (high elves), was also kept in the dark by the rotten parliament. The members reported good news but not bad news, and this Anastari His Majesty An has been in power for thousands of years, and his lifespan is coming to an end. He has little extra energy to deal with a small group of invading trolls.
If this were not the case, Prince Kael'thas would not have gone all the way to Dalaran, the magical kingdom of humans, to "further study." He said he was studying, but in fact he was ostracized by the Silver Moon Council and came to Dalaran as a last resort.
He was really fed up with that bunch of useless congressmen who thought highly of themselves all day long. Kael'thas's own magic level is extremely high. If it weren't for his status as a prince that prevented him from participating in politics too much, he would have overturned the table with those parliamentarians.
But he is the prince of Quel'dorei after all. Those councilors only care about their own interests and can care about the life and death of the Farstriders, but Kael'thas cannot.
A large part of Silvermoon City's military strength is composed of Farstriders led by Ranger Generals. If they all lose heart to Silvermoon City, maybe one day the trolls will really attack the shepherds of Silvermoon City. In front of the door!
So he asked Lordaeron, his ally in Quel'Thalas, for help, and this letter of request for help from the high elf prince, in the eyes of King Tenaris, became an opportunity for his son to make a name for himself in various countries.
The old king, who had a deep understanding of his son's abilities, knew that Alsace lacked nothing but this opportunity.
