The Demonic Ambush Team, led by multiple Dreadlords, thought that destiny was mine, but little did they know that their every move had already been predicted by the High Elves.
When facing the bandits from the Northland sentry tower before, the escort team behaved quite well. They were deliberately hiding themselves in preparation for fishing and enforcing the law.
The Dread Lord, who has always been good at scheming people, fell into a trap carefully designed by someone due to lack of intelligence.
When they all went out to try to kill the food caravan, the Backlight Blade, who was hiding in the dark and waiting for an opportunity, finally took action.
Valeela was the first to take action and set an example, killing a Dreadlord in three strikes, five and two.
The thieves of Backlight Blade spread out in all directions, finding enemies that fit their strength position and assassinating them.
The entry of Backlight Blade completely disrupted the situation.
The Burning Legion, who thought they were sure of victory, suddenly panicked, and the situation was out of their control.
After the Backlight Blade took action, the regular troops guarding the food transport team were no longer retained, showing the true combat effectiveness of Quel'Thalas' elite troops.
Under double-teaming from both front and rear, the unprepared demon ambush team was almost defeated instantly.
A significantly larger Dreadlord jumped out in time and used the hypnotic fog to temporarily repel the enemy's ferocious attack.
"Retreat! We were fooled!"
"Want to escape? Is it that easy?"
The cold voice coming from behind the Dread Lord Commander made his whole body stiffen.
"Whoa!"
Several sharp afterimages struck at the Dread Lord Commander one after another. With great effort, he flapped his wings and dodged aside before the attack came.
"Squeak!"
Without saying a word, the commander turned into countless little bats on the spot.
Valeela, who failed in the sneak attack, did not waver and calmly stared at the flight paths of those little bats.
No matter how many bats there are, they will eventually reunite.
As long as you don't be fooled by the flashy scene in front of you, and focus on capturing the direction of the bat's movement, you can deduce where the enemy wants to go.
"right here!"
Seeing the bats starting to move closer to the same place, Valeera suddenly disappeared from the place and appeared in front of the Dread Lord who had just condensed his form again as if teleporting.
Quel'Sera's transformed daggers stabbed into the Dread Lord's arm in front of him one after another.
Failing to hit the vital point, Valeera took advantage of the situation and twisted her swords, shredding the muscles of the Dread Lord's two forearms.
Holding back the pain, the Dreadlord used the large wings on his back to fan out a green hypnotic mist, forcing Valeera to temporarily put away her sword and retreat.
"Mortal! I, Vargas, have recorded this grudge. In the future, I will..."
"I know how much you know!"
"boom!"
A huge black shadow suddenly fell from the sky and smashed Vargas into the ground before he could finish his harsh words.
The corner of Valeela's mouth twitched: "It's this trick again..."
Since the last time he tasted the sweetness on the battlefield of Northrend, Sharlayan has learned another trick to drop a giant bear from the sky.
The principle is very simple. Use the Spinspeaker's transformation ability to first turn into a flying bird and soar in the sky. After calculating the correct coordinates, use Ursok to transform into a giant bear, aiming at the enemy and falling from the sky.
Ursoc's bear butt is big enough, so you don't have to worry about missing the enemy under normal circumstances.
In the form of a giant bear, it has rough skin and thick flesh, strong muscles and internal organs, and excellent impact resistance. Even if it is dropped from a height of hundreds of meters, it will not cause any trouble. The only one who will be in trouble is the enemy.
After handing over the task of escorting the prisoners to the Red Dragon Knight, Sharlayan transformed into a sharp-tailed swift and rushed over to support Valeera. Stellagosa, Tinargosa and Onyxia were still chasing behind.
"biu~"
Turning into a cloud of smoke and returning to his human form, Sarlayan jumped out of the giant hole he sat out of.
Vargas? That's just the rotten flesh with no real prototype in the pit. This guy's soul has fled back to the Twisting Nether to wait for resurrection.
The leaders were easily dispatched by the opponent like chickens being killed. The remaining legion demons immediately lost their fighting spirit and launched a final charge as if suicidal. They were all quickly killed by the guards of the food transport team with a steady attack.
Sarlayan signaled the injured soldiers to gather around him and use the tranquility of the wide area to heal their injuries.
Sarlayan didn't like healing spells in the past, but after actually getting it, he realized...it smells really good.
He may not need it himself, but as long as there is a battlefield with Sarlayan, the survival rate of wounded soldiers will be greatly improved.
Today, Sarlayan no longer fights alone. Even for the sake of his family and friends, it is necessary to learn some healing spells.
Tranquility alone cannot meet the battlefield needs in various complex situations. After all, this guidance skill still has great limitations.
Recently, Thalayan is reading the study diary generously gifted by Malfurion, and is working hard to practice Healing Touch and Rejuvenation, the two basic druid healing spells.
Both of these spells are targeted at a single target. Healing Touch can quickly heal the victim's wounds. This treatment is one-time.
Rejuvenation... In barrage terms, this skill is slow recovery, which can slowly and automatically restore the damage suffered by the recipient over a period of time.
Sharlayan used his somewhat unfamiliar healing touch to specifically take care of the soldiers who were more seriously injured.
Valeera first took the emblem of the Sunstrider royal family to the closed door of Stratholme and called the door, telling the managers of Stratholme that Quel'Thalas had arrived with food and fodder support.
When Baron Rivendell went on an expedition, all affairs in the city were handed over to Baroness Anastari.
It's hard for a clever woman to make a living without rice. Seeing that the food supply in the city is gradually reaching the bottom, Anastali has not had a good rest for several days.
Once the food is exhausted, Anastali can foresee that larger-scale turmoil will inevitably occur in the city.
The envoy who rushed back to the Royal City of Lordaeron has yet to receive any news. Baron Rivendell has also not returned from the expedition. Anastali is almost desperate.
She summoned the nobles in the city for discussions many times, urging them to consciously take out the food they had stored in order to avoid riots in the city when the food was exhausted.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But in today's food shortage environment, it is obviously impossible for the nobles to readily take out their own food.
In their view, ensuring the survival of their family is the most important thing.
As for the civilians who are about to starve to death? It’s none of my business. Even if they all die, it’s Baron Rivendell’s fault.
Of course, not all nobles only look at immediate interests. There are also some people with a long-term vision. They know that failure to pay food will inevitably lead to more serious consequences.
Thanks to these nobles who understand the righteousness of justice, Anastali postponed the food shortage for another two days.
But today I have reached my limit.
All the nobles anticipated the coming storm and, without exception, stayed behind closed doors.
Just when Anastali was about to return to the Lord's Mansion to strengthen the defense of the mansion, the guards at the city gate suddenly stumbled over.
"Madam, good news! Quel'Thalas... ahem! Quel'Thalas has brought food to support us!"
"What?!"
Anastali, whose face was very dark, looked at the weak city guard in disbelief.
"Can you say that again."
…
"quack!"
The iron fences on both sides of the main entrance to Stratholme slowly opened, and the Baroness personally came to greet her with senior officials from Stratholme City.
The intelligence inside and outside Stratholme was secretly blocked by Vargas' people, and Anastarie knew nothing about what had happened in the outside world during this period.
She was very confused that Quel'Thalas had delivered food before Lordaeron.
Baron Rivendell is a martial artist, and he is relatively poor at handling internal affairs. He usually leaves the responsibility to his wife Anastari.
As far as the Baroness knows, King Terenas has been dissatisfied with Quel'Thalas since they withdrew from the Alliance.
Today, relations between the two countries have almost reached a freezing point.
Anastari didn't want to speculate on the high elf's motives with malicious intent, but when the information was unclear, she would inevitably have doubts.
The Baroness breathed a sigh of relief when she learned that the food needed to be purchased with money, at least the other party didn't want everything.
As the saying goes, free things are the most expensive.
If the high elves didn't make Stratholme pay money, they would surely demand something else as payment.
Moreover, the reward Quel'Thalas seeks must be higher than the value of money, and may even be so high that it is unacceptable.