The storm caused by the flapping wings of this little butterfly, Carlos Barov, was not strong enough.
Although the high elves of Quel'Thalas are doing better than their compatriots in other world lines, it's not enough.
The battle between the Quel'dorei elves and Emperor Thoradin to completely annihilate the trolls in the Amani Empire relied on the firestorms of hundreds of great mages, rather than the arrows of the Farstriders.
Halduron Brightwing tried his best.
Comrade Carlos Barov, an old friend of the High Elves and Grand Marshal of the Alliance, has never stopped providing intelligence support to Quel'Thalas.
With this alone, the expeditioners saved at least tens of thousands of lives to overcome the world-wide problem of first sight killing.
But in the face of a thirty-fold numerical advantage, the resistance of the high elves was so weak.
The slain compatriots were resurrected as the lackeys of the Undead Scourge under the influence of evil magic. Even the high elves who looked down on humans the most began to wonder how the Alliance survived from these monsters.
One less comrade-in-arms around him died, but two more enemies he faced were killed.
Halduron fought and retreated, changing his strategic goal from repelling the invading enemy to standing firm and waiting for reinforcements, and finally changed it to helping the people evacuate.
The goals become smaller and smaller, and the possibility of achieving them becomes increasingly elusive as time goes by.
"We need support!"
After Halduron smashed the civilians' bottles and cans, he finally successfully evacuated before the Scourge encircled them.
At this time, there were no more than 3,000 Farstriders around Halduron.
There is no worst news, only worse.
When he learned that Lor'themar had been leading reinforcements from Silvermoon City to add more troops to his direction, Halduron thought things would turn around.
However, when Halduron, who cheered up and went to join them, struggled to rescue the dying Lor'themar from the hands of the resurrected high elves, despair inevitably spread to the entire army.
After all, Lor'themar is only Sylvanas's deputy. Being able to dispatch a thousand-man team to fight out of the city is already a sign of his ability to lead the army.
But the Lich King is very skilled at playing with people's hearts.
A large number of elves resurrected by the undead natural disaster pretended that nothing had happened and deceived Lor'themar's trust. Aqiang, who was anxious about the battle situation, was still thinking about how to build a line of defense based on the village, but the knife that stabbed him in the back was already unsheathed.
A thousand people were not killed by Alsace's blade, but were simply slaughtered by Salaine's scheme.
If Halduron hadn't noticed something was wrong, the Farstriders he led and Lor'themar who acted as bait would also be heartbroken.
"Burn all the corpses and do not leave them to the undead to be destroyed by natural disasters."
The travelers who were trying to find supplies opened the granary. There was not a grain of food in it, but only layers of corpses of reinforcements.
A simple inspection shows that the causes of death are all assassination methods such as throat swabbing, back stabbing, and poisoning.
Death is unjust, death is aggrieved.
Halduron retreated towards the Ghostlands with the seriously injured Lor'themar, hoping that the garrison in the Ghostlands would be ready.
There is no way back to Silvermoon City.
"Why don't we take the opportunity to kill them and crush all those little elves into scum?"
"The Scourge of the Undead is not our ally, and the Lich King cannot be trusted either."
"Zuljin, are you afraid?"
"Questioning my decision, are you going to take my place?"
The high elves didn't know, and even if they knew, they wouldn't thank Zul'jin.
The fact is that Zul'jin's distrust of the Undead Scourge forcibly suppressed the fanaticism of the Zul'Aman trolls.
Otherwise, the trolls would take advantage of Arthas' attack on Quel'Thalas and send troops south, while the high elves would face the real crisis of national annihilation.
The Zul'Aman troll's calmness allowed the high elven troops defending the Ghostlands to divide their forces for rescue, and Halduron finally got a chance to breathe.
But bad news is never absent. The news reported by the mages stationed in Ghostland made Halduron and Lor'themar tremble.
The undead scourges tortured Lor'themar, but most of them suffered flesh wounds. Comrade Aqiang, who was physically strong, gradually recovered his ability to move during the retreat.
As the capable team went out to investigate with the leaders, they finally realized that something big had happened.
"Where is this, Lor'themar, that we are here to inspect an empty chamber?"
"Haduron, my advantage, the most terrifying thing is having nothing!"
Desperate, Lor'themar told the truth.
Silvermoon City's indestructible barrier is essentially not an energy transfer trick.
It was during Anastarian's father's generation that Silvermoon City achieved its current overall size.
So the Great Membrane Mentors secretly built magic mechanisms in Anovien, Antras, and Andalos, using three hidden crystals as impact nodes to share the damage to the walls of Silvermoon City.
It's not surprising that Orgrim couldn't cut through the city gate back then, and it's not surprising that the red dragon's breath couldn't leave a black mark.
Because the city defense barrier transmits the damage suffered by Silver Moon City to the earth through the magic mechanism buffered by the secret crystal.
If you want to break through the city defense barrier of Silver Moon City, there are only two obvious methods.
One is to directly break the earth's defense with a sky-exploding spell that overflows damage and blows up the walls of Silver Moon City together.
The other is to overload the Hidden Crystal with constant attacks.
As Sylvanas's handy little brother, Lor'themar once followed his boss to inspect these three secret and secret places.
So it's not surprising that Lor'themar knows the truth.
But the secret crystal, one of Silvermoon City's top secrets, will be stolen.
Lor'themar couldn't believe it.
"Why can't you believe it? The enemy is in Silver Moon City!"
Haldoron had broken the pot a long time ago and was completely open-mouthed.
"Those magisters are just planning to clean up the mess after the rangers are dead, right? It's because we neither help the Sun King deal with the MPs, nor help the Parliament to disgust His Majesty. Anyway, the arcane puppets neither eat nor have to pay wages. , much easier to use than us Farstriders. After all, it is the group of spellcasters who rule Quel'Thalas, not us reckless men who use swords and arrows."
Halduron had resentment in his heart, but he also remained loyal to Quel'Thalas.
So he never thought that "reliable" arcane puppets could have problems.
In the minds of Halduron and Lor'themar, it seemed that as long as Silvermoon City responded, Arthas and his Scourge army would be just a small problem.
Although he criticized the dark psychology of the Magister, the Far Traveler never doubted the terrifying destructive ability of the Magister Legion.
"We must find Sylvanas. She is the Ranger General. Only she can handle the situation at hand."
Lor'themar wakes up from the shock of the theft of the Hidden Crystal.
"Okay, I won't ask how to find it. Tell me, where is our boss? That [salary thief] Sylvanas who can only work thirty-three days a year!"
Halduron felt frustrated as he talked. If not for the indulgence of Ranger General Sylvanas, who was almost "neglecting his duty", how could he have controlled the real power of the Farstrider camp.
"I think I know where the general is."
Lor'themar thought for a moment and nodded firmly.
