18. The battle for Eresalas --- for the unbridled brothers in midsummer [4/10]
The nights in Feralas Wilderness are always quiet, and the howling of forest wolves can occasionally be heard in the vast forest in the southern part of the Lowland Wilderness. The primeval forest is a hunting ground for various wild beasts, forming a complete set of
The ecosystem ranges from rabbits and deer at the bottom of the food chain to some top predators, beast kings who have been blessed by the demigods of the wilderness, and even some naughty green dragon hatchlings.
This is a place that would definitely make any ecology expert feel excited, and it is also almost the best-preserved area of natural storms in all of Azeroth.
This is all because the night elves who have ruled this place for nearly ten thousand years advocate the harmony of nature. They will not take the initiative to destroy the natural cycle unless necessary. Of course, the arrival of nearly a million high elves broke this cycle, and the entire lowland wilderness was
Being used as a temporary settlement, the activities of these special elves disturbed the local herds, but for this ancient and vast land, the destruction and changes brought by the high elves were still within a completely acceptable range.
But tonight, the atmosphere in this wilderness seemed a bit strange.
Kael'thas, the Sun King of the High Elves, Sunstrider and some of the Silver Moon Councilors stood outside the gate of Elre'Thalas, the city of ten thousand years. The ancient city gate in front of them was covered with green vines.
, among the vines there are murals left by the Elf Empire thousands of years ago. Over the vicissitudes of time, these murals have weathered a lot.
Moreover, before the arrival of the high elves, the outer city of Elre'Thalas was occupied by the savage Gordok ogres. Those stupid guys did not know how to protect cultural relics. Under their ravages, the originally gorgeous buildings of this city were destroyed.
The quaint decorations and priceless works of art were all smashed as rubbish. These rude vandals turned the gorgeous civilization creations into ruins, and then built their own dirty kingdom on top of the ruins.
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However, the Gordok ogres have been annihilated by the high elves' rangers and mage legions. Their king was killed by Kael'thas himself. Their army was disorganized, and those stupid ogres were driven in by the elves.
In the jungles of the south, although they still have a large number of people, they have lost their powerful ruler, they are divided internally, and they are no longer able to counterattack.
And now, the high elves who have fulfilled their agreement are standing in front of the city gate, asking for the agreed "remuneration" from the Syndra high elves in the city.
"Buzz"
The illusion of the leader of the Syndra Highborne, the magical prince Torcedrin, was projected in front of Kael'thas and his party through the magic node of Elre'Thalas. This magical prince who had lived for more than 10,000 years was wearing
Wearing a set of golden armor, his long white hair was spread over his shoulders, revealing long ears that were very similar to those of the night elves, but his skin was the same white jade color as the high elves.
Torsedlin's forehead is decorated with gorgeous jewelry from thousands of years ago, and he holds a magic halberd in his hand. On the blue magic projection, he looks majestic, but this guy is actually a treacherous bastard.
No matter how beautiful he looks, he can't hide his vicious heart.
He looked directly at the high elves in front of him with the arrogant expression unique to the high elves from thousands of years ago. His voice was vibrated by special magic power and reached the ears of the group of people with some distortion.
"Ah, descendants of Dath'Rema, if you appear here tonight, can I think that... you finally made the right judgment?"
The moment this arrogant voice emerged, Lor'themar Theron, who was standing behind Kael'thas, tightened his grip on the handle of the sword at his waist, but he did not act rashly, but lowered his head to cover up
See the killing intent shining in his eyes.
Kael'thas, the leader, raised his head, looked at Tortheldrin's phantom with clear eyes, and said in a deep voice:
"I must save my people, and for this... I am willing to accept your request, Prince Tortheldrin... I am willing to hand over the Holy Sword Quel'Delar, and the Sunstrider Sword, and open the city gate,
Let us in."
"Huh? Do you think it's that easy?"
Upon hearing Kael'thas's words, Torsedrin's silver eyes flashed with greed, but soon, he coughed sanctimoniously:
"Please forgive my caution, my friends who have come from afar, but the number of high elves is too many compared to my people. You are a threat. I have to consider the safety of my people and first use the two holy swords.
Hand it over as a sign of sincerity, and then I will naturally open the door and welcome you."
This rude and shameless request caused the Silvermoon councilors behind Kael'thas to whisper. After seeing the disgusting face of the Sindra elves with their own eyes, even the mildest compromisers felt a wave of pain in their hearts.
raging anger.
But Kael'thas' expression didn't change much. He nodded to Lannathel beside him. The two of them took off the scabbards on their waists at the same time, and the red Flame Strike and the silver Quel'Delar were placed.
On the stone platform at the entrance of the city gate, the Sun King and Queen took a few steps back.
After a moment, several high-level elven guards wearing magic armor from ten thousand years ago slowly pushed open the small passage on the side of the city gate. They looked at the high elves in front of them with vigilance. They could feel the look in the eyes of those high elves.
Not kind, but at the urging of Prince Torsedlin, they quickly walked towards the stone platform, picked up the two holy swords, and then cautiously returned to the city gate again.
Seeing the exchange end, Tortheldrin's vision nodded with satisfaction. He looked at Kael'thas, and a hint of ridicule soon appeared in his silver eyes.
"Your expectation of salvation has made you full of flaws. Descendants of Dath'Rema, if your fathers were standing here, they would definitely not be so naive, but I have to tell you with regret... Eresara
The magic of Si belongs to the Sindra elves, and I will never share it with you."
Under the night, the atmosphere at the gate of Elrethalas City became extremely stagnant.
"well..."
Kael'thas let out a sigh, and when he raised his head again to look at Tortheldrin's vision, his green eyes already had a hint of determination that made his whole body shiver.
"I didn't intend to do this, Torcedrin, but... you forced me to do this!"
As soon as the Sun King finished speaking, within the thick city gate of Elrethalas, the shadows around the upper elf guards who were escorting the two holy swords to the depths of the city began to float rapidly. Sylvanas, who was wearing an assassin's costume,
Windrunner and Vereesa. Windrunner, as well as several master assassins from the Sangunar family, a famous assassin family in Quel'Thalas, emerged from hiding.
They followed the guards and entered the city gate from the passage of the city gate. Now, they no longer needed to disguise themselves.
"Buzz"
The ancient legendary war bow Thasdorla was pulled apart between the slender and powerful hands of Sylvanas with a cold expression. After being strengthened by dragon blood, the connection between the former ranger general and the ancestral war bow has been strengthened.
A lot, her eyes shining with murderous intent almost didn't need to be aimed. In the blink of an eye after drawing the bow, magic arrows like a storm flew out.
The bombardment, which was comparable to a continuous cannon, easily tore apart the bodies of several upper-level elf guards in front of them together with the stone pillars behind them. Tragic flowers of blood and masonry debris scattered everywhere like an earthquake.
The explosive gesture exploded in the deep paths of Elre'Thalas, fully demonstrating the terrifying lethality of the Ranger General.
Sylvanas stepped forward like a phantom, holding the two holy swords in her arms. Behind her, Vereesa and Baron Sangunar, holding two elven swords, walked along the steps of the city wall, one on the left and the other on the right.
Rushing forward, they each led a team of assassins and began to slaughter the upper elves on the city wall without mercy.
Outside the city wall, the ranger lord Lor'themar, who had been waiting for a long time, threw away his left hand and climbed onto the towering city wall with a rope with flying claws. In his shouts, the most elite Farstrider rangers grabbed him.
Holding on to the rope, they quickly rushed up the city wall like the most agile monkeys. Kael'thas and several other archmages stirred up the magic power in their bodies, and easily arrived on the city wall as if they had invisible wings.
This wave of raids was fatal, especially for the upper elves who had not fought for thousands of years. In just a few minutes, the wall in front of Elrethalas fell into the hands of Kael'thas, but this
It's just the beginning...it's just the tiniest part of this battle.
The Ten Thousand Years City of Elre'Thalas is a magical city. Although its structure is very different from that of Silvermoon City in Quel'Thalas, its defense system comes from the same source. The defense nodes of city gates, cities, and streets are
It's meaningless. As long as the city's magic center is still in the hands of the upper elf, Kael'thas will never be able to control the city.
"Ah, the beast that hides itself finally shows its fangs, Kael'thas Sunstrider, you idiot!"
Facing the collapse of the city wall, Torsedrin, who projected his phantom into the night sky like a god, was not panicked. He looked at Kael'thas as if he were an idiot and said with a proud smile:
"The existence of the outer city of Elre'Thalas is meaningless to us. You can occupy this empty city like those stupid ogres, but you will never try to steal the magic power that belongs to Syndra.
, I control all the magic nodes. I will watch you lose your mind due to magic addiction in my city. I will watch your civilization fall apart... But when you are about to die, Kael'thas
, I will kindly give you a little magic power and watch you kneel in front of me like a dog... Hahaha, I will look forward to that day!"
Amid Torsedlin's wild laughter, a large lavender magic barrier quickly rose up in the inner ring of the city, isolating one-third of the inner ring from the outside. This layer was completely made of
For more than ten years, the upper elf hidden inside the city has relied on this magical barrier to block the invasion of the ogres.
Looking at Torcedrin's lunatic-like posture in the sky, Kael'thas shook his head helplessly. He took the Flame Strike from Sylvanas and put it on his belt again. He looked at Luo beside him.
Therma said:
"I really doubt I was blind, Theron, how could I have come to an agreement with such a lunatic?"
The Ranger Lord shrugged and did not answer, and the Sun King did not need his answer. Kael'thas raised his head and looked at the magic barrier rising inside the city. He shouted loudly to the illusion in the air:
"A very good defense system, Torcedrin, but unfortunately, we are not here alone tonight... Please allow me to introduce you to the true allies of the high elves..."
The Sun King raised his hand, and a red magic beacon rushed into the night sky, exploding in the air like fireworks. And this was like a signal. At the moment when the red beacon rose into the night sky, in Elrethalas
On the ridge outside the city, a layer of large magical illusions was removed, and the human artillery position that had been hidden there a day ago was exposed on the left side of Herrerasas.
There, nearly 400 artillery pieces emitted the cold light of steel, and at the same time that the artillery positions appeared, an entire human infantry regiment equipped with firearms slowly entered the city from a hiding place outside the city.
"What kind of creature is this? Strange..."
The Prince of Magic, who has been "home" in Elrethalas for nearly ten thousand years, has never seen a human being, nor has he seen the weird weapons in the hands of humans, which looked like wands made of steel, but he learned from those steel wands
, but couldn’t feel the slightest hint of magic.
"I originally had many things to say to you, Torcedrin the Mad..."
Kael'thas greeted the general who commanded the human infantry, and then looked at the magical illusion in the sky with some regret, with a trace of sadness shining in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice:
"But when we finally reach this moment, all I can say to you is only one sentence..."
"Idiots who are stuck in their ways, times... have changed!"
The moment the Sun King finished speaking, the artillery position of the Seventh Army on the ridge outside the city of Elrethalas opened fire. 400 shells filled with compressed black powder were fired from the muzzle with a thunderous sound, like 400 thunderbolts.
Likewise, it hit the purple semicircular shield above the inner city. The target of the magic shield that covered a third of the city was too big. Even the worst gunner could easily hit it.
Hit the shield at this distance.
The whistling shells hit the purple shield with huge kinetic energy, and then exploded during the impact. The red fireworks were stained on the purple shield, and the crazy explosion air waves tore through the magic barrier and circulated.
The moment the magic power had no time to fill the cracks, the explosion fragments flew in along the cracks, tearing the panicked upper elves inside into pieces.
The design idea of the magic shield thousands of years ago was still very primitive. It only used a crude way to achieve the resistance of magic power to physical impact. This design allowed the shield to easily block the attacks chopped down by the ogres.
Tomahawk, but in the face of exploding shells, this primitive magic shield does not seem so "magical".
Faced with this weapon they had never seen before, the "turtle formation" that the upper elves were proud of could no longer protect them.
