"Ma'am! They're coming again!"
The elves were on the front line in the eastern part of the forest. An elven ranger rushed into the command post at the rear and breathed heavily to report the battle.
"Damn troll!"
The ranger general who was originally speculating on the trolls' specific intentions and possible attack routes, Sylvanas Windrunner quickly picked up her longbow and rushed to the front line without stopping.
"——Far Travellers, in the name of the sun, hold the line!"
At this time, the elf rangers were shooting at the trolls who were trying to rush into the front line. However, the trolls relied on their powerful self-healing abilities and used their broken wooden shields to close the distance with the rangers and engage in hand-to-hand combat.
The elves' position is actually an outpost established here by the Farstrider rangers. Apart from basic roadblocks, there are no tall walls to hold on to, and even mana crystals to maintain the magic barrier are scarce.
This means that the magic barrier cannot be turned on all the time and can only be used at critical moments.
Under the influence of various factors, Sylvanas didn't know how long her fifteen hundred people could hold on here. She could only hope that the so-called support would arrive faster, otherwise they would have to withdraw from the main formation. Within the world, it was a great shame for the Far Travelers that had not been seen in thousands of years.
The number of trolls is greater than the results obtained by the scouts during the initial investigation. Sylvanas estimates that the number of trolls may be around 8,000, and this number is still rising.
This makes Sylvanas, who has been fighting trolls all year round, very puzzled. Are these trolls crazy? Raising an army of perhaps tens of thousands of people, and then retreating after leaving dozens or hundreds of corpses in front of the front line every day?
Even she, who has been fighting trolls for many years, is confused, but there is too little information for analysis. Sylvanas can only keep the questions in her heart. Now she has to focus on the battle.
Familiarly, she drew an arrow from the quiver and put it on the long bow. Sylvanas drew the bow and fired a precise and extremely destructive blow, directly killing a troll in front with its shield and head. Shoot through.
The Ranger General relied on his skillful skills to easily kill the trolls that were too close and might threaten the front line.
At this moment, a cry of pain reached Sylvanas's ears. Her pointed ears twitched slightly and she cast her gaze over. An elf ranger was scratched by the spear thrown by the troll before it died. He lost his right arm and temporarily lost the ability to shoot.
But someone soon took the place of the ranger, and the injured ranger was taken to the rear by his comrades for treatment to check whether he had been poisoned by the troll's voodoo.
After such an episode, Sylvanas, who had excellent vision, saw a rickety figure wearing a strange mask and leaning on a cane in the distant sunset.
Sylvanas subconsciously drew out a special magic-breaking arrow and took aim with her bow, but after a moment, she gave up.
A look of displeasure flashed across her delicate face - the witch doctor was too far away. The opponent was not a troll cannon fodder with only brute force and no brains. At this distance, she was not sure of killing him with one hit.
"Come closer..." Sylvanas silently calculated the distance to the witch doctor, then she left the battle line and quickly and quietly jumped onto a big tree.
No matter how many of these ordinary trolls die, it will not help. It also helps the trolls reduce the number of people competing for food, but killing a witch doctor may cause a clan to suffer heavy losses. In the past few days, Sylvanas has killed two or three troll witch doctors.
The witch doctor seemed unaware of the danger and led a few trolls around at the back of the battlefield. He was not seen using voodoo spells. After all, the elves' arrows were too powerful for the trolls at this distance. Not fatal at all.
It’s just that Sylvanas’ killing range is much farther than that of ordinary rangers!
Finally, the witch doctor walked into a distance that Sylvanas was confident about. The ranger general's expression was determined and cold, and the magic-breaking arrow was firmly placed on his bow.
"Whoosh!"
There was a slight sound of breaking through the air, and Sylvanas' arrow missed the gap between several troll guards and accurately shot through the witch doctor's mask.
The old troll fell to the ground, and the strange wooden mask fell to the ground and split into two pieces. However, when Sylvanas saw the face behind the mask, she immediately realized that something was wrong.
——Is that a facial print that only troll slaves have?
——This is not a witch doctor at all, but a bait!
"Pointy ears, fell into the trap."
A weird laughter flashed past Sylvanas' ears. Her expression changed and she quickly returned to the front line. At the same time, Sylvanas felt as if her heart was being squeezed hard. Likewise, severe pain spread throughout her limbs, and even standing required great perseverance.
She immediately realized that this was a bait specially set for her by the troll, and even did not hesitate to deliberately send several witch doctors to let her shoot them in the past few days to let her guard down!
The troll's voodoo magic is extremely weird. The troll slave must have been cursed by several powerful witch doctors. The magic jewelry in Sylvanas's arms broke instantly after resisting part of it and became dim. .
A feeling of weakness spread all over her body, and Sylvanas' forehead was covered with cold sweat. The loose offensive of the trolls in the past few days made her forget their cunning and vicious characteristics. She relied on the magic pendant made by the Archmage of Silvermoon City and completely ignored it. to avoid the possible risks of killing the witch doctor.
This was a fatal mistake.
Using the corpses of hundreds of trolls and the lives of several witch doctors, the trolls succeeded in severely damaging the elven ranger general.
At the same time that Sylvanas was injured, the sound of troll war drums came from the forest, and countless troll warriors swarmed out, forming a dark green wave and swarming towards the battle line.
"Hold the front!" Sylvanas gritted her teeth and ordered, and immediately opened the magic barrier at the outpost. This could resist the trolls' offensive, but under their fanatical attack, the existing mana crystals alone could not support it at all. a couple of hours.
The arrows of the rangers fell like raindrops on the troll army, piercing through countless crazy trolls, but these guys who were not afraid of death stepped on the corpses of their own people and continued to charge feverishly.
Sylvanas left the front line with the support of two guards. After returning to the command tent, Sylvanas's face became ferocious due to pain, and dense black lines appeared on her fair neck. .
The elven priests rushed to treat her, but their dispelling spells could not dispel the curse on her - the power was stronger than any voodoo they had ever seen.
A priest could only use holy light to suppress Sylvanas' pain, and Windrunner's expression improved a little, "Thank you, I feel much better."
"Ms. Windrunner," the elf priest said with a solemn expression, "This curse is beyond my ability. I cannot dispel it. I can only use holy light to temporarily suppress your pain."
"At least I can continue fighting now." Sylvanas still wanted to pick up her longbow and continue fighting.
"No, madam, using your own power will make this curse spread faster. My suggestion is to return to Silvermoon City quickly to receive treatment from the archmage or high-level priest." The elf priest said sternly, "Fighting now is equivalent to committing suicide. .”
"But the Far Travelers are still fighting bravely! How can I retreat first?" Sylvanas's tough attitude made her subordinates very embarrassed.
They all know that the fall of this outpost is only a matter of time after the magic barrier is broken by the trolls. Now it is no longer a question of whether to fight, but how to evacuate.
Although the trolls were unable to bypass their position and set up an ambush directly on their retreat, their speed in moving in the woods was no slower than that of the elves.
Once caught up, the rangers' weak melee combat capabilities compared to their long-range combat capabilities will cause them to suffer heavy losses in hand-to-hand combat.
Sylvanas knew this very well, and just when her expression was uncertain, the low sound of the horn entered the command camp.
"What is this sound?" The elves' hearing is very keen. Even if the killing outside is loud, they can still catch this unique horn sound.
Sylvanas's eyes lit up, "This is Lordaeron's attack horn! Our reinforcements are coming!"
In fact, she had given up hope for support for a long time. She almost said the word "retreat" just now, but now the situation has turned for the better!
