The troops led by Sylvanas quickly arrived at the border of Bandinorel. After meeting the patrolling Farstriders, Sylvanas immediately used a magic communication tool to contact Lothar who was still in front. Ma.
"Ma'am, have you arrived?"
"Lor'themar, I'm back. Let everyone get ready and wait for my orders."
Shortly after talking to Lor'themar, Alsace's figure appeared in her field of vision. Alshara, who was galloping on horseback, stopped in front of the barrier not long after.
"You are hurt?"
When Arthas dismounted, Sylvanas noticed the ferocious claw marks on the armor on his back.
"Blessed by the Holy Light, no." Arthas threw Haraz's head on the ground, "The 'Lynx' I just hunted, but unfortunately my body was smashed into pieces."
Sylvanas looked at the strong enemy's head, kicked her foot, and said with some surprise, "Did you kill that priest? How did you do it?"
She thought that in the dark jungle, even if she could exert all her strength, she could only deal with this priest blessed by the gods. If she wanted to kill the opponent, she must set a trap in advance and be fully prepared. Have the opportunity.
And a paladin who is not very good at speed and is just a wooden stake can actually kill the opponent? This made Sylvanas very puzzled.
"He's quite fast, but he doesn't resist beatings very well, so I tried to slow him down." Arthas explained casually, "You can notify the frontline troops to retreat. You have to hurry up, trolls." They should have known that their priest had failed.”
"Of course," Sylvanas issued the evacuation order to Lor'themar, then picked up the head of the troll priest. "This is a great achievement. We have not killed the high-ranking priest of Loa in thousands of years." I want to see this, even the Silver Moon Council will not begrudge their rewards."
"It's a pity that I'm not a ranger from Silvermoon City, so I can't receive this reward," Arthas joked, "and I don't have the habit of collecting enemy heads."
"I don't have the habit of snatching other people's trophies." Sylvanas took a spear from the hands of her subordinates, stuck the troll priest's head on it, and stood on the high wall of the fortress, "But this guy's The head should make those trolls remember a little longer, so let’s let him hang here for now.”
"But I will not let your hard work go in vain. After the battle, I sincerely invite you to come to Windrunner Manor as a guest. Even if the Silver Moon Council does not reward you, I will make some personal thanks and compensation."
Sylvanas's eyes flashed with a strange look - this human prince really liked her. How long had it been since she had seen such an interesting and powerful human being? Five hundred years? Or a thousand years?
And he is also a prince. Maybe this can be a breakthrough for the elves to re-understand the world?
Sylvanas has long been tired of the arrogance and arrogance of the elves. Although many enlightened people, including her, feel that teaching humans magic was a wrong decision, times have changed, and the elves are no longer aloof. .
"I'll keep my appointment after I make those troll scum pay, ma'am."
While waiting for the troops to withdraw from the Bandinorel barrier, Arthas threw away his torn blue-gold cloak and took out the spare armor from the space package hanging on his belt.
Space packages are the proud work of mages. They must have extremely high attainments in enchantment technology and space spells to create them, so they are expensive.
However, the storage space of this kind of package is not particularly large. It is usually only a few cubic meters in size and cannot accommodate large items.
According to the mages, too much space will cause the package to become unstable. If you don't want your belongings to be teleported to some strange place in the Twisting Nether, don't make the package too big.
And it's best not to put dangerous or unstable magic items in your bag, otherwise your personal belongings are likely to be annihilated in a magic explosion.
Right, a typical magical creation, practical, mysterious and dangerous.
Of course, there is also the space folding technology of goblins and gnomes. I don’t know how these guys came up with such black technology in this era when steam technology has not yet become popular. It’s just the risk of those containers. They are probably magical creations. The risk is multiplied by more than ten times.
After putting on brand new armor, Arthas entered the command room of Farstrider Fortress, where Sylvanas was making strategic deployments.
After seeing Arthas arriving, she nodded and said, "You're here. Just now, our scouts sent news that the trolls are mobilizing an army, about eight thousand people."
"It seems the trolls want to avenge their high priest."
Arthas was not surprised. After paying such a high price, Zuljin would definitely not give up until he failed to achieve his goal or paid a heavy price.
There are more than 8,000 trolls, which is a lot, but it is not their full strength. It shows that Zuljin does not intend to fight to the death. If it is really desperate, he will send an army of tens of thousands, even if he has the Bandi Norel knot. In the world, their more than two thousand defenders are also in trouble.
The Bandinorel Barrier will greatly weaken the enemy's spellcasters and other supernatural powers, but it is not a magical wall and cannot completely keep the trolls out. The ordinary armies sent by the trolls are There is still fighting ability after entering the barrier.
However, this should be Zuljin's last attempt. He must still be busy reorganizing his troll empire. If the losses are too great, the tribes he has worked so hard to gather may leave him again.
If this troll army can be severely damaged, Zuljin's prestige will definitely be hit, and he will have to spend more time consolidating his position.
In his plans for the next few years, Arthas had no intention of fighting to the death with the Amani trolls. This time, he had already gained blood by killing one of their high-level priests.
Next, as long as he helps the elves defend the trolls' offensive, he can continue to plan another very critical thing in the Eastern Kingdom.
After helping to arrange the defenses, Sylvanas found Arthas alone, "I think it's time to resolve the curse on me. I don't want to have to be in the rear while the Farstriders are fighting to the death. Just wait."
"I'll try my best, ma'am, but the process will probably not be easy."
Arthas tried to explain to the ranger general the pain that breaking a demigod's curse would cause, but Sylvanas seemed unfazed.
"The Windrunner family has never been afraid of a little pain. Your Highness, please feel free to treat me."
——Half an hour later, Sylvanas regretted it.
"Damn! Isn't it better yet?!"
The elegant lady couldn't help but spit out the fragrance. Arthas's methods were too rough. Compared with other priests and paladins, his power of holy light was like a sharp knife, forcibly cutting into her body. The curse is scraped away bit by bit.
"Relax, ma'am."
"How long do you want!"
"Maybe another hour?" Arthas frowned and paid attention to the traces of the curse, as if this pure holy light still couldn't be quickly erased?
So he increased the concentration of the holy light.
"Ah!!! Are you sure you're trying to break the curse instead of trying to kill me?! This is even more unbearable than before!"
Sylvanas's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the burning feeling of cutting even rushed into her heart, and she started a tug-of-war with the curse. She couldn't figure out why Arthas' holy light, like the flames, had no gentleness at all. .
Arthas is not easy either. He must carefully control his power to avoid turning Sylvanas into a Holy Light Elf, otherwise Sylvanas will definitely fight for him.
Fortunately, apart from being "somewhat" painful, the whole process did not cause any more serious side effects.
When Sylvanas heard Arthas say it was over, her whole body almost softened in her chair. She raised a hand with difficulty and pointed at Arthas, "I...I will never do it again." I will ask you for any kind of treatment... This is simply torture.”
Arthas smiled awkwardly, "Actually, if this curse is not too difficult to dispel, it wouldn't be so uncomfortable under normal circumstances."
Sylvanas rolled her eyes. She would never believe Arthas' lies again. She simply felt like she had stepped out of the Flame Storm of an Archmage - this guy was actually proficient in elemental magic. A mage?
"You should rest for a while first." After Arthas confirmed that the curse had been completely eliminated, he greased the soles of his feet and left. Otherwise, why not stay here and watch Sylvanas's face?
