"The number of injured travelers in the camp is increasing rapidly. Those trolls have crossed the border in groups and appeared on the mountainside where they had never appeared before." Elaine was a little distressed. She had been traveling far away. He opened a grocery store in his residence and was familiar with many Farstrider rangers and patrolling guards. Seeing the injuries and deaths of these close friends one after another, Elaine was sad and helpless at the same time.
Kael'thas took the main force to the defense line further south to stop the trolls. Their small outpost was basically in an isolated and helpless situation, and they could only rely on themselves.
But now Sylvanas's appearance gave her someone to seek help from, and she told everything she knew in one go, hoping to attract Sylvanas' attention.
While Sylvanas was chatting with Elaine and comforting the little girl, a phantom slowly appeared next to Arthas. She stood on tiptoe and whispered something into Arthas's ear.
Alsace, who was leaning on the wall, stood up straight. "Is it really a wound caused by the undead?"
"Yes, in addition to normal penetrating injuries and lacerations, some parts of the body of those guards and rangers have been corroded by plague and corpse poison, which are different from the scars caused by evil energy." Valeela said with great certainty.
"The existence of Bandinorel should suppress the birth of the undead. Sure enough, someone is here to cause trouble. It seems that Darkan's magical attainments are indeed extraordinary. In addition to arcane magic, he also has necromancy magic and shadow magic. involved.”
Alsace leaned against the window sill and looked out, but his pupils were gradually dyed with a blue halo. Under his soul vision, he saw the wailing of the soul - that was the soul of the troll. It seemed not only Undead, someone made the soul of the troll into a weapon.
"Has Torvasa ever been reduced to a battlefield between elves and trolls?" Arthas suddenly asked Sylvanas.
Sylvanas was down for a moment, and then replied, "Indeed, originally the troll city was closer to the foothills, but in the end we drove them all the way back to the mountain, and even their outpost halfway up the mountain was destroyed by us. Breached."
Alsace nodded, then stopped talking, as if he was thinking about something.
Elaine looked at this strange human and whispered her question to Sylvanas, "By the way, Ms. Windrunner, who is this?"
She has been living in the Farstrider residence, and occasionally goes to Silvermoon City to purchase goods. For her, humans are already a very rare "species". Apart from elves, she has rarely seen many other races. people.
"He? He is the prince of Lordaeron and the paladin of the Knights of the Silver Hand, Arthas Menethil."
Elaine quietly covered her mouth. Although she had never seen the real person, she had heard of Alsace's name. After all, storybooks about this prince were very popular even in Silvermoon City. She just discovered it today. , even the pictures in the storybook failed to depict Alsace's extraordinary prowess, and the real person was even more unreal than the pictures.
Sylvanas patted Elaine on the head, "Thank you, little girl. I probably know the recent situation."
She turned to look at Alsace, "How's it going? Have you come to a conclusion?"
"Which one do you think is more annoying, a living troll or a dead troll?" Arthas made a confused remark.
Sylvanas chuckled, "Do you even need to ask? Only dead trolls are good trolls."
"Then you might hate the dead troll even more later."
"What?" Sylvanas and Elaine looked at each other.
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"Damn it, Arthas, are these the dead trolls you are talking about?! They will obviously move!" Sylvanas complained while whispering elven swear words, "I don't even want to take back the arrows from them. Got it!"
I saw a few people surrounded by troll zombies covered with gangrene and herpes, their eyes were dull, and their limbs were ulcerated. They were moving slowly, and even if there were arrows stuck in their heads, it would not affect their stubborn progress.
Arthas waved his hand and swept out a large area of falling Holy Light flames, igniting these stiff zombies, but even the Holy Light could not scare these zombies. "The level of the casters is not very good, these are all the lowest level." The zombies no longer even have the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, they cannot even be called undead creatures, they are simply puppets controlled by necromancy."
Valeela's shadow flashed like a ghost. Every time her figure flashed, she would take some materials from the zombies. Turani, who was guarded in the center, stared at the few people except Arthas, ready to Be prepared to treat their injuries.
"Don't waste arrows, Shiva, Nathanos, these zombies are just executing the most basic instructions." Arthas stopped the attacks of several people and carved a few runes in the void.
The runes flickered and then slowly dissipated, and the zombies' movements stagnated, as if Alsace and his party were no longer in sight, and they slowly walked in one direction.
"That's... the upper reaches of the waterfall? These zombies want to pollute the water source?" Sylvanas looked ugly. She didn't know who the manipulator behind it was, and she would do such a vicious thing.
You must know that even trolls would not do such a thing, because after all, they are also part of the forest ecology, and they themselves would not feel comfortable destroying water sources wantonly.
"I took some samples from the troll zombies," Valeela studied the materials she "collected." "This toxin is very similar to that found on the injured rangers in the camp."
Arthas nodded. He looked at Sylvanas, only to find that she was still staring at the zombies slowly leaving. He knew what she was thinking, "Nathanos, Turani, follow Sylvanas." Si is going to deal with this group of zombies who are preparing to pollute the water source, and Valeela and I are going to see if we can find the controller. With this clumsy method, the guy who controls the corpse should not be too far away from us."
"Thank you, Arthas." Sylvanas expressed her heartfelt thanks. Arthas could go straight in and deal with the mastermind first, but the price would be that Lake Arendal and the surrounding water sources might be polluted. , Although this may have little impact on the entire Yongsong Forest, the residence of the Far Walkers depends on this river, and they are extremely likely to be eroded by plague and toxins.
Arthas didn't say anything more, and led Valeera towards the higher forest. He had already seen the source of energy that controlled these zombies, and it was not too late to deal with them first before talking about anything else.
So a few people divided their forces into two groups, and decided which side would be the first to solve the problem and wait at the ruins of the troll outpost halfway up the mountain.
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