Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

In fact, what Sylvanas and Campos said was correct. They quickly received news from the ranger scouts in the south and the defense lines of Taquilin and Windrunner. The village faces each other across the lake, and crosses the main road to the west, directly engaging the Windrunner Ranger.

"Master Ubrick, you know the current situation, what should we do next?"

"General Li Reisa, don't worry, Lord Cirvanas and I have already sent messengers when we first arrived at Sun Corian Village, and the king will send someone here soon."

The ranger general with trembling arms shook his head: "Forget it, Master Ubrick, what we need now is to save ourselves. If the king sends someone, I'm afraid the whole battle situation will be corrupted to the point of hopelessness."

Thinking of the procrastinated reactions of the nobles in the past, and Silvermoon City, which is currently celebrating its festivals, Ubrick had to admit that Li Reza was right.

"Master, next, I will order the Windrunner family to mobilize urgently, build an arc line of defense, and try to rescue the villages and civilians who have been attacked. I hope you can rush back to Silvermoon City to report the news we have received to the king. intelligence."

"No problem, leave it to me, I'll set off now."

Silvermoon City, Tower of Sunfury, members of Anasteria and the noble council are having a meeting to discuss the troll's invasion, and on the table are the testimonies of the couriers and the report sent back by Cirvanas and the others. .

"I believe that you have also received news of the troll invasion from your own channels, please share your views."

These noble councilors looked at me and I looked at you, all fell silent.

"What? Don't tell me that you people haven't heard the news of the attack on the territory..."

"Um, Your Majesty, the information I got is that those trolls only sent a small group of troops, and didn't make a large-scale attack?" A noble member said cautiously.

"The Farstrider Fortress was destroyed, and the entire ranger army suffered heavy losses. You tell me that the trolls are just a small army?" Anasteria frowned, "And the testimony of this messenger, the ranger lord Sylvanas Information scrolls with Umbric Magister's personal seal all point to a massive troll invasion."

"Your Majesty, these are the one-sided words of those rangers, and I don't think they are credible," said the member of the Dawning Light family. "Unless there is other information to prove it, I never think that the trolls will attack in such a short period of time. Invasion. And didn’t it mean that Councilman Darkan just returned from the front line, we just summon him to ask about it.”

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Anasterian nodded slightly: "Very good? Salorian, go and tell Darkan to have an audience with him quickly."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Soon the travel-stained Lord Daisom mage walked into the hall under the leadership of the guards.

"Good day? Sun King, good day, honorable councilors."

The councilors all bowed their heads, and Anasteria directly interrupted the interaction between them: "Member Darkan Drahir, what's the situation on the front line?"

"Your Majesty? According to my understanding, all of this is self-directed and performed by the rangers and rangers." Darkan's shocking words stunned everyone.

"Self-directed and acted?"

"Yes Your Majesty? The Farstrider Territory, the Farstrider Army was previously built by Aristophanes Windrunner? Ever since you drove out the traitors in that kingdom, the Farstrider Rangers have a grudge? The defense is not paying attention, and a section of the damaged city wall has not been repaired for several years!"

"What?" Anasteria was also stunned.

"Yes, Your Majesty? If you don't believe me, you can wait for Magister Umbric to ask him when he comes back?" Dar'Kan looked saddened, "And Liresa and Sylvanas, the leaders of the two travelers Don't care about the life and death of the Farstrider's territory at all? Your Majesty, haven't you noticed that the taxes in the Farstrider's territory are getting less and less?"

"Mr. Belloval?"

The great magister glanced at Darkan: "Yes, Your Majesty? According to the statistical report handed over by the tax officer,

After the last troll invasion, the tax revenue in the Farstrider's territory has shown a downward trend year by year? Is it the same in the Windrunner's territory? On the contrary, the income in Daysom, Taquilin and other places has continued to rise. "

"Your Majesty? In addition, Cirvanas and Lireza have no respect for their elders. They have no scruples about the traditions of Quel'Thalas, and openly threatened me, a mage lord guarding the frontier for the empire!"

Hearing these words, the other nobles couldn't sit still anymore, and the noble councilors belonging to the Dawnblade family immediately stood up: "Your Majesty, Quel'Thalas established the country with arcane arts, such a bold ranger army must be judged!"

Darkan glanced at the congressman slightly, and the eyes of the two disappeared immediately.

Anasteria thought for a while, then turned his head and said to Salorian: "Go and communicate with Taquilin and Corona Village, and order them to collect information on troll attacks; then quickly contact Magister Umbric and let him Hurry back and accept the parliamentary questioning!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

That night, Darkan strolled on the King's Avenue, looked up at the fireworks constantly blooming in the sky, but recalled in his mind the meeting with Dawnblade and other noble councilors:

"Member Darkan, are you sure this invasion is just a trivial matter?"

"Yes, Klosh Light of Dawn, I'm sure," Darkan, who was sitting at the table drinking tea, put down his teacup and handed over a few pieces of parchment on the table.

"What's this?"

"Oh, these are the Harvest Festival gifts I gave to you all. I just hope that His Majesty will mention my name a little bit when he summons you to discuss tomorrow."

Looking at the thorium ingots, fine gold ingots, and various rare gemstones on it, the council members tacitly put away a piece of paper: "We will mention it, Councilor Darkan, but will the king summon you? It's out of our control."

"Of course, no matter whether it succeeds or not, I will offer a small fortune again to witness our friendship."

These congressmen picked up their wine glasses and touched them lightly: "We respect friendship!"

On the other side, after being attacked head-on by the Farstrider and the Windrunner, the Zul'Aman troll quickly returned to the jungle east of the road and south of the Fortress of the Farstrider, carrying the elf civilians and property.

In Taquilin Town, the mayor who received the king's inquiry truthfully reported the retreat of the trolls, and said that the whole town did not suffer any losses. The mayor of Sunhuang Village reported that the trolls did attack the village, but were retreated. The Farstrider Ranger is easily repelled.

"Priest, have all our troops withdrawn?"

"Yes, Warlord Zul'jin, at your command they returned to the fort with a large amount of provisions, weapons and those long ears."

"Very well, what about the troops on the east side of Lake Arendall?"

"They have been stationed on the opposite side of the Arendar River according to your order, and they can always monitor and raid the village of Long Ears on the other side of the lake at any time."

"I see. This operation can be said to be a complete success. If Vorgas can successfully return from Zandalar, then it will be even more perfect!"

The priest with the eagle-feather headdress looked at Zul'jin hesitantly.

"What's the matter, my dear Ekilson?"

"It took us so much effort to break through this fortress, isn't it a pity to give up like this?"

Zulkin shook his head: "No, Ekilsson, it's not time to completely recover the lost ground. We must create a raid to destroy the fortress, and then continue to accumulate strength."

"Then what if these long ears rebuild the fortress again?"

Zul'jin shook his head: "Don't you see any difference between this fortress and the one before?"

"You mean..."

"They changed their leaders and changed their defense focus," Zulkin sneered, "It's like God is helping us, don't worry, Ekilson, they won't rebuild this fortress anymore, instead they will send troops to Dedicate yourself to defending our warriors on the western road, and this jungle will be ours from now on!"