North of Yongge Forest, in front of the gate of Silver Moon City.
As the capital of Quel'Thalas and the largest city in Quel'Thalas, Silvermoon City's defense strength is far from comparable to the villages and towns that were conquered by the Horde along the way.
Under the energy supply of the Sun Well, the entire Silver Moon City was shrouded in a solid magic barrier.
Since the rune stones used to construct the barrier were all within the city, the cunning orc warlock Gul'dan was unable to come up with a solution this time.
The main army of the tribe surrounded Silver Moon City, but there was nothing they could do with this turtle shell.
After marching all the way, the tribe must have not prepared siege weapons.
Under Orgrim's order, the orc peons cut down the forest on the spot and worked overtime to make a simple catapult.
However, this didn't make any sense. All the thrown stones were blocked by a strong barrier. Even if Gul'dan attached a spell to the boulder, it would be of no avail.
Warchief Orgrim Doomhammer hated evil energy deeply. After seizing power, he slaughtered all the warlocks of the Shadow Council. Only the unconscious Gul'dan survived.
After Orgrim officially came to power, he strictly prohibited orc spellcasters, including Gul'dan, from continuing to use evil energy.
As a last resort, Gul'dan, who cherished his life, could only find another way to assist the Horde army through unskilled psychic spells, and thus raised an elite force called the Death Knights.
Thanks to these undead who can use spells, the Horde can fight back and forth with the Alliance's Paladins on the frontal battlefield.
But Gul'dan is a warlock after all, not a psychic who specializes in the power of death. His attainments in psychic spells are far inferior to those of fel spells.
If Orgrim releases the ban, Gul'dan can use a large amount of hellfire to test Silvermoon City's ultimate defense, but that's obviously not possible right now.
The development of the war situation was different from Orgrim's expectation. The despicable and weak high elves Zuljin said were not easy to deal with.
After forcibly advancing all the way, the tribe's losses far exceeded Orgrim's expectations, and the rangers who were guerrillas in the forest were very difficult to deal with.
There was no hope of breaking through Silvermoon City in a short period of time, and he was harassed and attacked by ranger troops from time to time. Orgrim became more and more anxious and gradually lost his patience.
He agreed to help Zul'jin attack Quel'Thalas, mainly because he wanted to win the forest trolls as a powerful ally for the tribe, so that it would have sufficient troops and confidence when it finally attacked Lordaeron.
In order to persuade the tribe to help him complete his revenge and take back the ancestral land of the forest trolls from the high elves, Zuljin obviously did not tell the complete truth.
In his words, the high elves were very weak and relied solely on conspiracy and human help to suppress the forest trolls.
Zuljin's description is not entirely a lie. In the troll war more than two thousand years ago, the high elves did win the war through an alliance with humans.
But after so many years, the increasingly declining forest trolls no longer have the strength to compete head-on with Quel'Thalas, and even their chief Zul'jin was once imprisoned.
Orgrim doesn't have much time to waste in Quel'Thalas.
Varok Saurfang, the high-ranking warlord of the Horde, is still holding back the main force of the Alliance on the main battlefield of Hillsbrad. He must rush to Lordaeron and capture this gathering place before the Alliance army returns for reinforcements.
The capital of alliance hope.
Because of this incident, Orgrim and Zul'jin have had several big quarrels recently.
With the help of the powerful military strength of the tribe, Zul'jin experienced the chieftain's style during the heyday of the forest trolls.
The evil branches, dead trees, rotten moss and other forest troll clans all gathered around him, with the purpose of regaining the territory, status and glory that the forest trolls had lost.
If Quel'Thalas cannot be captured, Zuljin's promises to his people will become empty words, and he will fall from the pinnacle of power and fall back into the quagmire.
Having enjoyed the alluring taste of power, Zuljin did not want to lose it again.
Breaking Silvermoon City is the only way for him to consolidate his position and strengthen the forest troll clan.
The differences with the forest trolls made Orgrim very angry, and he had already planned to abandon the forest trolls and quickly go south.
Time waits for no one. The pursuit troops led by Turalyon and Alleria are about to arrive. He must make a decision as soon as possible.
Fortunately, this trip to Quel'Thalas was not without success.
Gul'dan built a kind of storm altar by corrupting the runestones of the high elves, which strengthened the stupid ogres in the Horde army.
With the help of the powerful two-headed ogre magician, Orgrim was confident of capturing the defenseless Royal City of Lordaeron even without the accompanying forest trolls.
"Orgrim! You promised me that you would help the forest trolls conquer Silverymoon City! Now do you want to go back on your word?"
In the tribe's camp, the familiar quarrel broke out again.
The hunched orc warlock Gul'dan hid aside and watched quietly, his scarlet eyes under the hood flickering slightly, as if he was secretly calculating something.
…
At the same time, the ranger troops led by Ranger General Leretha Windrunner were planning a new round of attacks in the nearby forest.
At the top of Silvery Moon City, Sun King Anasteria, who personally climbed onto the city wall, stood proudly.
His hands held a magical sword burning with blazing flames, and he was accompanied by many high-ranking officials in Quel'Thalas.
"Why don't these filthy beasts retreat?"
Anasteria frowned in confusion: "You know that Silvermoon City is indestructible, why do you continue to waste time and troops?"
The humiliating experience of being attacked by tribesmen made Anasteria, who had been pampered for many years, extremely angry.
The last time Silvermoon City was besieged was during the Troll War more than 2,000 years ago. In the current crisis, Anasteria recalled the glorious past.
The Sun King, who was already showing his age, came to the front line for the first time, vowing to repel these barbaric invaders.
A gentle-looking "young" elf smiled and replied: "Your Majesty, the orcs have obviously decided to quit. I speculate that it is those despicable trolls who are instigating them behind the scenes. Maybe we can persuade them to quit through diplomatic means."
"Ha~"
A strong elf with a gorgeous sword on his waist and gorgeous blue heavy armor sneered at his words.
"Congressman Drasil, it's still daytime."
There was a burst of laughter all around. Although the high elf noble who was suspected to be a warrior did not finish his words, his meaning was already expressed very clearly.
There was an angry look on Drasil's brow: "Salorian Morningseeker, this is not your turn to be rude..."
"Buzz!"
Before Drasil could see what was happening, a shining sword was already at his throat.
"Watch your words, Mr. Congressman. I am only responsible to His Majesty and Sunwell. I am not into your kind of political games."
"Or……"
Salorian turned his cold eyes to the members of the Silver Moon Council standing aside.
"The Silver Moon Council wants to interfere in Sunwell affairs?"
Councilor Chigua didn’t want me to burn myself, so he hurriedly waved his hand and vetoed with a smile.
"Okay, that's it for now."
"The top priority is to lift the siege of the tribe so that our own people will stop fighting among themselves."
Salorian took back the sword in his hand and saluted the Sun King respectfully.
"As commanded."
"snort!"
Drasil's face turned green and red, and the other members of the parliament around him looked like they were watching the fun, not caring about what happened to him.
'Despicable low-class man! Just like your trouble-making apprentice, he is destined to become a house dog for the Sunstrider!'
Seeing the members of the Silver Moon Parliament who were always at odds with her suffer, Anasteria felt secretly happy.
It is true that he deliberately temporarily transferred Salorian back from the Sunwell to participate in the defense of the city. This legendary high elf warrior is indeed a sharp blade loyal to the royal family.
"correct."
Anasteria suddenly remembered something and asked Salorian thoughtfully: "I remember that your energetic and naughty apprentice seemed to have moved to the south of the forest."
"Now that the tribe has arrived at the city, aren't you worried about his safety?"
Salorian shook his head: "Deep Shadow Manor is located on the east bank of Allendale Lake, close to the Tower of Morning Star, and is not on the main axis of the tribe's advance. The boy should be fine, but..."
Scratching his head in distress, Salorian smiled bitterly and said: "Based on what I know about him, he should be fighting the trolls at the Farstrider camp on the front line right now."
"Salayan has had a high fighting spirit since he was a child and is not afraid of fighting. He is born with the qualifications to become an excellent warrior."
"But he is still too young now and has not yet learned how to channel his anger. He only knows how to move forward blindly."
An inexplicable look flashed in Anasteria's eyes: "I am looking forward to his future. Maybe he can be like you and become Kael'thas' right-hand man in the future."
'That child's life experience is not as simple as those stupid people imagine.'