Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-Seven: Paving the Way among the Mountains
"Dear Prince Arthas, the great Amani leader Zuljin sends you greetings. The forest trolls uphold their ancient traditions and are willing to ally with the Scourge Army to fight against the evil elves."
Although the forest troll envoy who came to visit spoke well, his attitude was extremely arrogant, with a arrogant and arrogant expression.
Alsace wanted to say something, but he was worried that he might not have the right attitude. He hesitated for a moment and secretly winked at Robbie.
Go up to the army and attack.
The Scourge Corps does not need the help of the Amani Trolls, but they must ensure that they do not cause trouble in the rear.
Robbie coughed and laughed:
"Amani tribe? Haha, go back and tell your Zujin that in the eyes of our Scourge Legion, the so-called forest trolls are just a group of insignificant clowns. Our Scourge Legion will definitely destroy Silvermoon City, so why do we need a group of clowns to come?
Adding chaos."
The troll messenger was so angry that his fangs were trembling: "You will regret it if you dare to despise us forest trolls."
"Come here, knock off his fangs and punish him for being disrespectful to His Highness. Go back and tell Zujin that the Scourge Legion is not afraid of any enemy. If you are not convinced, just come and fight. You will only make us become worse and worse."
powerful."
Two death knights exuding a cold aura grabbed the troll messenger and pulled him out under his loud protest, and soon there were screams of misery.
"Is it okay to do this? It won't anger Zujin, right?"
Although the plan was planned long ago, Alsace was still a little worried.
"Zu Jin is a cunning old fox. The more we show our tough side, the more he dares not to act rashly. If we show weakness, he will bully us instead. Don't worry, I promise nothing will happen."
The attitude of the troll messenger is actually a kind of temptation. Robbie behaves tough enough and can reduce a lot of trouble.
Just as Robbie expected, Amani's trolls did not move, and the Scourge successfully passed through the Land of Ghosts and headed towards the Elf Kingdom.
Along the way, we encountered many elven scouts, most of whom were very cunning and retreated almost as soon as they encountered the Legion, keeping a safe distance to spy on the Scourge Legion's intelligence.
But there are also some unlucky scouts who may not be familiar with the natural disaster's troops and overestimate their ability to escape. They get too close and are accidentally captured by the cave demon's net.
Arthas did not torture them, he just disarmed them and treated them like normal prisoners. After the war, they would be released after paying a ransom, just like the previous occasional conflicts between the elves and humans.
Unexpectedly, many of the scouts were willing to surrender and serve Arthas and the Scourge.
The young prince couldn't figure out the authenticity. He was confused. He felt that the Elf King loved his people and the people should be loyal to him. How could there be such a shameless betrayal? He had to leave it to Robbie to deal with.
"We don't want to betray Silvermoon City, nor do we want to betray our family's glory. We are just dissatisfied with the Sunstrider family and Windrunner." An old scout complained:
"The Sunstrider royal family is too pedantic. They only care about their own power. Windrunner Sylvanas is a woman who is eager for quick success and has no foresight. We are just scouts at the lower level, and our voices cannot be conveyed. They think they are helping the orcs, and they are still stupid now.
Bringing the orcs into Silvermoon City will bring disaster to us."
It seems that the high elves are not monolithic. This is an excellent opportunity.
With the help of these surrendered elves, Robbie spied on a lot of information about Silvermoon City.
It turns out that the high elves are composed of multiple ancient families, each with its own territory and army.
Although they recognized the status of the Sunstrider royal family and swore allegiance to the Elf King Anasterian, the increasingly tyrannical Sunstrider family has caused dissatisfaction among many families, especially when it comes to the treatment of orcs.
This leaves Silver Moon City in a state of disintegration at any time.
Unfortunately, in this world, the means to maintain power is not reputation, nor popularity, nor complex tactics, but more stable magical power.
There are many mages from the Sunstrider family who control the spell-stealing dragons. The Elven King Anasterian and his artifact Flamestrike, with their overwhelming magical power, are enough to silence all opponents.
That's why a few scouts had to join the Scourge, hoping to use foreign help to fight against the Sunstrider family.
The scouts were of great help, such as redrawing the map and finding a road over the mountains to get closer to Silvermoon City.
The day of war finally came.
Elf King Anasterian and Ranger General Sylvanas stood side by side on the tall tower.
This is the famous Elf Gate, the gateway that protects the Elf Land. The mountains surround the Elf Land and form a natural barrier. The city gate is embedded in the pass of the mountain ring.
The elven rangers were all ready, and the mages from the Sunstrider family were also sent out. Behind the magic shield, they looked at the undead army approaching in the distance.
As they got closer, the expressions of the Elf King and Windrunner all changed.
Although they had heard the scouts' reports a long time ago, they still refused to believe it.
After seeing it with my own eyes, I realized that the scout's description was low-key enough. This was not a ragtag group of dead corpses as expected, but an army with neat appearance and strict discipline.
The army and the mob are completely different things. The army means actions that go up and down, strict and unified command, coordination of arms, and relatively high morale. Of course, for the Scourge Legion, morale is irrelevant.
The Elf King swayed and almost fainted on the city wall. Fortunately, the Ranger General caught him quickly with his quick hands and eyes.
"Perhaps I am really wrong. I should not insist on going my own way. I should listen to opinions. Cooperation with the orcs is subject to discussion." The Elf King said bitterly: "If we had known that the Scourge Legion was so powerful, we should not have agreed to the guardian's request."
Sylvanas was weighing the strength of the undead army, and she quickly made a reasonable judgment: "It's stronger than we imagined, but it's not enough to break through our magic shield."
The Elf King sighed, and looked at the stunned rangers and the elf mages who were trembling with fear: "I hope so. May the goddess Elune protect us."
In such despair, the Elf King prayed to this ancient god.
Sylvanas remained silent. She raised the longbow in her hand, and the high elves were ready for battle.
Unexpectedly, the Scourge Legion stopped outside the Elven Gate. Taking advantage of the pressure brought by this huge city gate, the Scourge Legion turned around and set up camp at the foot of the mountain not far away.
A large number of ghouls began to build roads, preparing to cross the mountains.
The ancient military strategist Hannibal even thought of climbing the dangerous Alps and entering northern Italy.
What's more, this is a magical world. What mountains can stop the advance of an army?
With the powerful help of magic, it is not difficult to climb over the mountains. In comparison, it would be a foolish move to attack a gate protected by the magic of the Sunwell.
"What are they going to do?" The Elf King was confused by the actions of the undead army.
Sylvanas's face changed immediately, and the hand holding the longbow couldn't help but tremble. The Scourge did not play according to the routine. They were completely different from their previous enemies.
"Your Majesty the King, I'm afraid we must abandon the Elf Gate." (To be continued)