"Quick! Move the people to Dysholme and Quel'Dolin Huts!"
At the place where the Eversong Forest of Quel'Thalas meets the southern forest, the first batch of elves who escaped from Silvermoon City have arrived here through the portal. This is where the Farstrider Legion was transferred to the southern forest.
On the outskirts of the station, there are more than a dozen large portals lined up in a row, which are full of momentum. At all times, rangers and mages go through the portals to Silvermoon City to support the battle.
However, the efficiency of the portal is still too low, so some vanguards chose to march on land. However, the undead who captured Silvermoon City also formed a large group of wandering zombies outside the city, and the soldiers on the front line were fighting them.
At the same time, they also had to ensure the safety of the people evacuated from Silvermoon City. The lack of effective command made the soldiers very busy, but the efficiency was very low.
Several generals who were qualified to command the entire Farstrider Legion either followed the Sun King to the Sunwell, or they persisted under the siege of the undead in Silvermoon City. The ranger general Sylvanas, who was supposed to command the entire Farstrider Legion,
, then mysteriously disappeared before this disaster.
"Cassel!"
Lor'themar Theron, the ranger lord who is still wearing straps, is currently one of the highest-ranking commanders in the Farstrider camp. He asked his herald to maintain order among the refugees who were about to enter the camp.
, while shouting the name of another ranger lord.
A few seconds later, a tall chocobo appeared next to Lor'themar. Sitting on the chocobo was a young ranger lord named Castle Brightwing. Although he looked young, he was
One of the rangers who had watched Zul'jin with Tyrion, and one of Tyrion's first followers. Unlike the cruel fate of Rogelio and Serent, Castle is still loyal to Quill.
Salas.
Moreover, in this generation where ranger talents are declining, he is already considered to be one of the top ones.
"What's wrong? Theron, I was about to take the soldiers to Silvermoon City. Archmage Rommath has asked for help for the third time. If we don't take action, the Royal Court of the Sun may be in danger of falling."
Kassel pulled the reins of the chocobo and looked at the somewhat weak Lor'themar beside him. Although this colleague was as taciturn as before, in the past few years of getting along with him, Lor'themar's excellent tactics and charisma have made him
Castle regarded him as a true friend.
"Silver Moon City is now a flesh and blood mill. The rangers in our hands are already stretched thin. You want you to take the rangers under your command and enter the Eversong Forest at a rapid march. Remember, Kassel, you must prepare for the follow-up arrival.
refugees find a safe path."
Lor'themar looked back at the direction of Silvermoon City, where a dazzling black smoke was slowly rising from the ruins of Silvermoon City, representing the anxious battle on the front line. The ranger lord took a deep breath and said to himself
The companion said:
"The crisis in Silvermoon City is not something we can solve. Unless the rangers from Quel'dorin Lodge return to help, we will be unable to do anything but protect the refugees... From the worst point of view, if Silvermoon City
It is bound to fall, so we must rescue our compatriots from that hell before the city's defenses are completely destroyed, do you understand what I mean?"
"I understand that it is our natural mission to protect our fellow citizens."
Kassel's fingers were beating on the handle of the knife at his waist. He looked around before lowering his voice:
"But Lor'themar, who is stationed at Quel'Dolin's cabin, is Hawksbill. He is a stubborn old man. Some people say that he is very close to the parliamentary faction. He will really respond to our request..."
"Don't be stupid, Castle, look around you!"
Lor'themar couldn't control his temper at this moment, and his voice rose a few degrees:
"Now is the time when we are facing the destruction of our country and our family. At this time, do you still stubbornly continue to mention the ridiculous contradiction between the Royal Party and the Parliament? Hawksbill will come, believe your compatriots! Believe us
These people who are willing to sacrifice everything for Quel'Thalas...Go, Ka'thir, and do everything you can to protect the lifeline for the refugees to escape!"
"Okay! Leave it to me!"
Castle grabbed the reins of the chocobo, and before leaving, he said to Lor'themar:
"I left my brother to help you. You know him, Halduron. He will become a good ranger. Besides, if I can't come back, tell him that his brother died like a hero."
"The prince needs you to be the backbone of Quel'Thalas, Castle, protect yourself."
Lor'themar waved to Kassel Brightwing, who was leading hundreds of people away. Behind him, in a busy camp, the mages of the Firewing Mage Tower were building a new portal. They had been trying to
Open the portal directly to the Sun Chaser Court, so that the rangers here can be safely sent to the rear of the urban battlefield.
However, the moment a portal opened, a black spider demon suddenly jumped out of the portal. Unprepared, the two fire-wing mages had their necks torn apart by the claws swung by the spider demon.
, the smell of blood exploded in an instant, and the spider demon opened its teeth and claws and wanted to pounce on more mages, but the next moment its head was smashed by two fireballs.
But the portal is still operating. After the spider demon, there are more than a dozen tall Vrykul who rushed out of the portal waving huge weapons, as well as those mindless zombies who have lost their minds. All of this is...
The originally orderly camp was thrown into chaos.
Lor'themar grabbed the heavy sword at hand. Although he was still bandaged, the ranger lord was not afraid. His slender body jumped into the group of vrykul, and the sharp phoenix heavy sword was swung between his wrists.
, and cut off two heads cleanly.
Other rangers and mages also joined this sudden battle. With their quick reactions, the undead that invaded the camp were cleared away in less than 3 minutes, and the portal with misplaced space anchors was also closed. At this moment
, the moment the bloody Lor'themar raised his head, he saw a phoenix flag fluttering in the wind in the forest, as well as the sound of a large number of cavalry in action.
This immediately cheered up Lor'themar. He took a few steps forward and saw the rangers walking out of the forest ahead. They were wearing green chain armor, and each one was fully armed. Behind them, there were also people wearing
Armored human cavalry, as well as some dwarves and gnomes accompanying the army.
At the front of this army is a middle-aged elf riding a chocobo, wearing black chain armor, and carrying a battle bow. Hawksbill, the ranger king of the same era as General Lilissa, this old guy
His face was serious, and everyone looked indifferent. Beside him was the human knight Uther who came from Stratholme to support him, and another person who was crucial to Quel'Thalas.
Kael'thas, Prince Sunstrider, had green eyes full of anger.
"I brought reinforcements, Lor'themar. Report the situation!"
His Highness the Prince was not polite to his lord. He was riding on a snow-white chocobo. When he appeared, the soldiers in the camp bowed to pay tribute to the prince. Under his order, Lor'themar
Responded loudly:
"Arch Mage Rommath is still fighting in our city with the Firewing Legion and the Silvermoon City Defense Legion. The Silvermoon Councilors built a defense line in time. Our people did not suffer too many losses. I have sent Kassel.
Lord Brightwing, with the rangers of the Farstrider Legion, protect and guide the evacuation of our people."
"Where's the Sunwell?"
His Highness the Prince's voice had a hint of urgency, which made Lor'themar a little unsure of how to answer, but in the end, under the prince's gaze, Lor'themar still spoke:
"His Majesty the Sun King led the Phoenix Guards to guard the Sunwell, but a very sudden magic riot caused the Sunwell to lose its magic protection. Our communication with the Yangfan Fleet was also interrupted. The current situation is that the entire Kuei
The magic content in the air of Erthalas is rapidly declining... The Sun Well, it is very possible, very likely that it has..."
"In other words, I'm still late."
A trace of pain flashed in Prince Kael'thas's eyes. After a moment, he took a deep breath and said to the Ranger King beside him:
"General Hawksbill, the Yongsong Forest defense line is entrusted to you."
"I will protect the safety line for people to evacuate, Your Highness."
Hawksbill nodded calmly. Under his command, the elves stationed at Queldorin Lodge immediately took over the command of the camp. Prince Kael'thas looked at the great knight beside him again. He lowered his head.
Voice said:
"Knight Uther, I would like to ask you and your paladins to go to Silvermoon City to help our people evacuate. I know that this is a very dangerous task, but when it comes to killing and restraining the undead, there is no one here.
More suitable than the Paladins."
"I will go, Your Highness."
The face of the great knight Uther was solemn. He looked at the spider demons and the undead Vrykul who had just been killed by the rangers and mages, and he said in a deep voice:
"These undead are different from the Dark Blade Undead. The King's Council of the Empire urgently needs an analysis report on them. This is also the purpose of my coming here. The fate of the Empire and Quel'Thalas has been tied together. Don't worry,
Your Highness, we will not give up on you."
"Thanks you."
Prince Kael'thas nodded and looked at Lor'themar in front of him:
"Then Lor'themar, take a group of Farstrider rangers and the mages commanded by Lana'thel with me. We will go to the Island of Quel'Danas to support my father...ah."
As soon as His Highness finished speaking, there was a convulsive pain in his heart, which made the prince's face turn pale. He covered his heart and bent down on the chocobo. Lannathel quickly held on to the shaky one with quick eyes and hands.
The prince, and Lor'themar, whose expression changed drastically, directly dispersed the surrounding guards, and personally carried the prince to the camp ahead.
"Your Highness! Your Highness!"
When the great knight Uther personally used the holy light to protect the prince, Lannathel held his hand and called Kael'thas' name. This sudden pain seemed to carry some kind of recruitment, and in Kael'thas
In Si's chaotic consciousness at this time, he seemed to be able to see his father's figure falling into the darkness bit by bit.
"No! No!"
Kael'thas waved his hands, trying to save his father, but the last thing he saw was the phantom of his old father being completely swallowed up by the darkness. In the darkness surging in front of him, there seemed to be a back figure standing there.
At the place where his father was swallowed by darkness, he looked like a high elf. He seemed to notice Kael'thas behind him, but he did not look back.
"Go back, Your Highness...your reign has begun."
The moment this vague sound fell, Kael'thas's eyes suddenly opened, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes. He grabbed Lannathel's wrist tightly. He struggled to say something, but
But I still couldn't say it.
"He's gone...he's gone...my father...he..."
"I didn't even have time to say...goodbye to me..."
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"Tell me, how should I arrange it for you?"
The flame storm caused by the Sun King before his death is still burning in this grassy forest. The flames are very fast and fierce, and it seems that they will not stop before burning everything. And in the flames, a cold black sarcophagus is placed.
At Tyrion's feet, the Darkblade King drew out the Ashbringer sword embryo from behind, walked forward in the flames, and then stabbed it into the bottom of the vine in front of him.
Golden light gushed out from the crack where the long sword penetrated the vine. The magic power absorbed by the seed was pouring into the Ashbringer's sword embryo. Tyrion stretched out his hand and patted his eyes, which still looked cold amid the burning flames.
tree of life, he whispered:
"You longed for a new life, so I brought you here from Draenor and gave you what you wanted at the cost of destroying a country... But I know that you can't forget your mission, you still want
Reshape the world... Tell me, what should I do with you?"
The tree of life swayed slowly in the fire, seeming to answer Tyrion's question, but there was no sound. Maybe only Tyrion could hear its answer. In this silent atmosphere, a strange
A branch stretched out from the mouth of the Sunwell and slowly fell in front of Tyrion's eyes. On the top of the branch, a blue flower appeared strangely, grew, expanded, and finally withered.
Where the flowers withered, on the top of the branch, was a purple berry the size of a fist. It looked nothing special, but Tyrion stretched out his hand and stroked the berry. The moment he touched it, the berry fell from the branch.
Falling down, the entire tree of life swayed, seeming to represent its own joy.
Tyrion held the berry in his hand. He took a step back and looked at the tree of life that was slowly being swallowed by the flames. It seemed that after bearing this fruit, it could no longer resist the invasion of the surrounding flames. Under the blazing fire,
, Tyrion puts the berry in his hand to his mouth.
"Click"
He bit off a third of the fruit and felt the pure vitality spreading in his body. Just as the blood of the Dragon King transformed his body's vitality, the fruit of the tree of life also gave him the same
active transformation, and this time the power to transform the body is softer.
"It was delicious..."
Tyrion finished eating the fruit and looked at the shimmering core in his hand. He whispered to the tree of life that was engulfed in flames:
"I am very satisfied with your gift... So now, we are settled. I will give the seeds to your believers, but don't forget what you promised me..."
