Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

After the order was issued in Anasteria, the order was conveyed to the First Ranger Legion stationed on the north side of the Arendar River, across the mountain from Qingfeng Village. They immediately packed up all kinds of supplies and quickly headed to Taquilin front.

Tower of the Windrunner.

Creevey Windrunner, who received the order, also did not dare to neglect. He had received news of his adopted son before, and had taken care of some of the elven civilians who had retreated from the jungle.

After ordering Liresa Windrunner to be the commander of Windrunner's eastern defense line, he himself led Alleria and a small group of Windrunner's elite rangers along the beginning and quickly marched towards Tarquin.

Along the way, I also encountered a few ambushes from small groups of trolls, but they were all repelled and killed many trolls.

However, the more they walked in the direction of Taquilin, the more frightened they were: a large number of elf villages hidden in the jungle clearing were turned into ruins, and there were traces of destruction by trolls everywhere, but no bodies of elves were found, which made They still had a little luck in their hearts: what if they were reminded to leave?

It wasn't until they passed through the Temple of the Moon and arrived at Taquilin that they realized how extravagant their hope was: the whole Taquilin was in chaos, and there were elves fleeing from the south everywhere, some of the elves murmured in a daze. Talking to themselves, it seemed that they had been greatly stimulated; another part of the elves was crying loudly, and the noise became more and more noisy with the groans of the injured elves.

Creevey Windrunner quickly found the mayor of Taquilin, and when he learned that there were only these elves escaping in the south, his face quickly became gloomy.

"What's the matter, father?" Alleria asked hurriedly as Creevey Windrunner walked out of the room with a gloomy face.

"There are more than 10,000 elven civilians living in the southern forest! Now only so many elves have come out..." Creevy Windrunner said with a tense face, "We saw so many burned villages along the way, but I didn’t see many corpses, I’m afraid they were all taken away by trolls.”

"Then what shall we do?"

"Just now the mayor said that a group of rangers ran out from the Temple of the Sun. Come on, let's inquire about the situation."

When Creevey Windrunner and his team found the remaining dozen rangers in a tent, they were also shocked by the horror of these elves: almost none of these elves were intact, they were not blind One eye is a broken hand or leg, and several priests are sweating profusely treating the seriously injured ranger.

After Creevey Windrunner walked into the tent, he looked around and said, "I am Creevey Windrunner, someone of you should know me, who can tell me how the Sun Temple fell?"

These elves were still numb after hearing the words, only one big elf who looked intact but with a pale face raised his head from the bed, panting and said: "My lord, cough cough, I am Hawke, cough cough, the original sun Vice-captain of the Templar Ranger."

"Hawk, you lie down first," Creevy Windrunner quickly stepped forward, helping the elf to lie on the camp bed, "You are from the Qingsinger, right? I know you. What's going on? Troll How could the Temple of the Sun be captured so quickly? I have also been stationed there, the terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and with the help of mages, hundreds of rangers, how did they fall so quickly?"

"My lord, you made a mistake. There are not a few hundred rangers in the Temple of the Sun," Hawke said with a bitter smile, "We only have two centurions that are not filled to the order, and the first batch of trolls who attacked us was more than a thousand by visual inspection." People, and trolls keep coming out of the jungle behind!"

"What about the garrison mage? I remember that there is a magister stationed in the Temple of the Sun all year round."

"Ha, my lord, it seems that you really don't know," Hawke became more and more angry, "After the magister Elton Daywalker gave the order to resist, he secretly ran back to Silvermoon City through the portal with several boxes of things. Only the mage group and our group of rangers were left to resist hard in the Temple of the Sun.

After we found out that he not only escaped but also forcibly closed the portal,

It was too late, the morale of the whole team plummeted, and the remaining elves chose to break through. We suffered heavy casualties along the way, and only us escaped from the team of less than 200 people. "

"And what about the rest of the mages?"

"I don't know, but I think..." Hawke shook his head, "Before the breakout, they, led by Arcanist Cahill, assembled everyone's magic power to cast a large-scale flame storm, which opened a way for us to break through. way, and I never saw them again."

Creevey Windrunner was silent. He patted Hawke on the shoulder, told him to take a good rest, and then walked out of the oppressive tent.

Looking at the mild sunshine, Creevey Walker felt a faint chill in his heart.

Temple of the Sun.

The magnificent temple in the past is now dilapidated, and the ground is covered with various golden and red banners. The trolls stepped on it with their mud-stained feet, leaving dirty and black footprints.

"Gilga, have all the scouts dispersed?"

"Priest Muriel, according to your request, all the voodoo shooters have led a small group of warriors to go deep into the jungle to get food. After crossing the main road, there seems to be a tight line of defense in the northwest direction. There are already two small There is no news of the troll team in that direction."

"It's okay, we can't expand there yet." Muriel shook his head, "Consolidate the current territory first. Have you found the long-eared ranger who has been harassing us?"

"No, the jungle is too big." Gilga shook his head.

"Okay, but it doesn't matter. A small ranger team can't cause any big waves. Where's Priest Buck?"

"We are sorting out our captives and preparing for sacrifice."

"I see, you go down, pay attention to vigilance, the dragon eagle Jayalai is watching us!"

"For Zul'Aman!"

After Gilga left, Muriel also left the house and went to the sacrificial site where Buck was.

There he saw Buck brutally cut off the heads of two long-eared heads, put them on the prepared altar, and prayed to Nalorak, the spirit of the wild bear he worshiped.

He then walked to the place where the elves were held. There were not many elves there, only a few injured rangers and two mages remained. He stood outside the cage watching for a while, then turned and left.

"Master Cahill, what is that beast thinking?" A female elf quietly asked the elf mage next to her when she saw Muriel leave.

"I don't know." Cahill opened his eyes wide and looked at the two elves who were dying in the distance. "He looks like a priest. He is probably thinking about how to sacrifice us to their gods."

"..Do you think we can survive?"

"Although I really want to comfort you, I can only say that it is basically impossible." Cahill shook his head and said.

The remaining elves were pale. After seeing the sacrificed elves, they became more and more frightened. After all, not every elf would face death calmly.

Farwalker Fortress.

"Is there still no news from Taranas?"

"Yes, there seems to be a large group of trolls blocking our reconnaissance in the jungle to the south of us. The scouting team we sent out was blocked back, and there is no way to go deep into the jungle." Adrian replied.

"Trust Taranas, I think he will have news soon, we will stick to the defense." Aristophanes looked at the sand table and said solemnly, "The Temple of the Sun has fallen, and the war is about to begin .”