Rise of the blood elves

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Salorian Morningseeker has lost count of how many trolls he has killed. He only knows that every time he wields Quel'Delar, a troll is killed.

Quel'Delar made by the Dragon Clan is extremely sharp. Facing its blade, few armors can provide the proper protection. Whether it's stainless steel plate armor or mithril armor, it's hard to escape being cut open by a single sword. fate.

As for the trolls who never like to wear armor to fight, unless they can completely avoid Salorian's attack, they will still die.

"They are all surrounding us," Liadrin beside her shouted loudly.

She dodged the spear of a troll soldier and used her arm to hold the spear under her arm, causing the troll to stumble.

Liadrin seized the opportunity and slammed her shoulder into the troll, forcing the latter to release his right hand holding the spear, otherwise the elbow joint would be broken in the opposite direction.

Just when the troll's right hand quickly reached to his waist to draw out the dagger, the petite Liadrin also arrived. She knocked the troll away hard, got the space to perform, swung the hammer in a round shape with one hand, and launched a lift.

"Click"

The troll's jaw shattered in response, but before he was flung away, he still used the dagger to leave a scratch on Liadrin's light plate armor, making a harsh sound.

"You're a quick learner, but it's time to find you a shield that fits your hand."

Salorian swept through the spears that attacked Liadrin from the side and came to her side to provide cover.

Salorian knew that since the battle to defend Silvermoon City, the Holy Light did not respond to the call of the former priest in time, and she had doubts about the way of the Holy Light that she once believed in.

During the defense of Quel'Danas, she watched her beloved mentor die at the hands of the undead, but she was helpless.From then on, she became disappointed with the Holy Light. She no longer prayed for the Holy Light to come, but instead used a more direct way to vent her hatred and resentment of being abandoned.

Later, when Kael'thas led them to destroy the Sunwell, Liadrin encountered her mentor, High Priest Vondelor, who was resurrected as a mindless undead.She had to personally kill Von Delor, whom she regarded as her father.

After that, she became a different person, living in the shadow of the past.

During the several combat operations to retake the Royal Trade District of Silvermoon City a few days ago, Liadrin was assigned to fight under Salorian Morningseeker and she often asked him for advice on close combat skills after battles.

Salorian naturally taught everything he could, and in just a few days, Liadrin learned it well.

Even a picky teacher like him couldn't help but admire Liadrin's understanding and superb talent.

Salorian believes that she will become a skilled warrior in time. Of course, this does not conflict with her way of the Holy Light at all. It would be better if she is willing to regain her faith.

"Come closer to me," Salorian ordered loudly, and more than a dozen team members quickly gathered around him. "These trolls are coming to us. Very good. Let's try our best to hold them back."

While he was talking, a rough troll voice came from afar. Salorian didn't know what those few syllables meant, but he saw the trolls surrounding them. As soon as he heard the voice, he quickly retreated and He knelt down.

Attack them from a distance to make room for the headhunters behind them.

"Cover" Salorian hurriedly shouted to warn his companions.

Before he finished speaking, a sharp sound broke through the air, and densely packed spears came quickly.Salorian's reaction was very quick. His legendary level of strength and powerful sword skills allowed him to dance the Quel'Delar in his hand so airtight that he shot down at least a dozen spears without getting hurt.

Liadrin quickly picked up a troll's thick wooden shield from the ground and held it in front of her. Five or six spearheads suddenly appeared behind the shield and passed through the shield.

But others were not so lucky. Except for one mage who used the flash spell to escape, only two of Salorian's guards held up their shields and withstood the wave of spears. The remaining seven people all died.

Seeing the serious casualties among his men, Salorian's heart sank and he retreated

No, absolutely not

The battle on the front line is very critical. Even if Prince Kael'thas is personally in charge, he can only ensure that the defense line is not lost, but cannot repel the invading enemy.

Salorian's task is to hold off these trolls long enough to wait for the critical situation on the front line to ease slightly, and then allocate troops to support them.

The cries of civilians were still heard, and the chaos caused by panic spread layer by layer, with people shouting and running into the distance.

If these trolls are not resisted and civilians are given hope of being rescued, serious consequences will inevitably occur.

The stampede is just one of them. If the crowd attacks the Taniguchi defense line in panic, it will be over. Once the defense line is breached, tens of thousands of civilians will be slaughtered by the trolls. The trolls will fill the valley with corpses and let their blood be dyed red. river

Never retreat

After the first wave of spear throwing stopped, Salorian took a moment to look at the troll soldiers in front of him, who didn't know whether they were two hundred or three hundred. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, raised Quel'Delar and launched a charge.

"For Quel'Thalas"

The distance of just tens of meters quickly closed, and countless weapons slashed at the Salorian Morningseeker, but they were all eclipsed by the afterimages of Quel'Delar.

One man and one sword broke into the enemy formation, but created a terrifying battlefield of blood and flesh.

Now it was replaced by the troll screaming and groaning in pain, and grunting as blood foam choked his throat before dying.

Salorian Morningseeker has become one with Quel'Delar, sweeping and slashing. He completely gave up on delicate sword moves and switched to a wide-open attack routine, striving to cause the most damage in the shortest time. The troll was firmly on his side.

As they gradually penetrated deeper into the enemy camp, the troll soldiers surrounded him, screaming and attacking him, eager to send the crude spears and swords made with inferior forging techniques into his body.

Even though the trolls were huge, he only had to face seven or eight troll soldiers at the same time, but he felt extremely stressed at this time.

At this time, you can't think about defense at all. If you defend for a long time, you will lose. He can't block all attacks. Only offense, a relentless offense, is the best defense.

Suddenly, Salorian's enchanted breastplate lit up, and he, who had been dealing with trolls all his life, suddenly understood that he had been attacked by the troll's voodoo magic.

His armors are all equipped with anti-magic magic effects and can spontaneously resist spell attacks of a certain intensity.

But his breastplate quickly lit up again, and the innate magical talent of the blood elves and high elves allowed him to smell a far stronger magical wave than before.

More than one voodoo caster was casting the curse in the shadows, he judged in his mind.

Finally, just after he chopped the two troll soldiers into two pieces, the light of the breastplate completely dimmed, and then he felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and every time he swung the sword, it was like a mountain was weighing on his arm.

His movements became slower and slower, and his attacks became slower and slower. Finally, a certain troll saw the opportunity and pierced his thigh with a spear.

Salorian endured the severe pain and swung Quel'dra back with a sweep, not only cutting off the spear, but also cutting off the arm holding the spear.Immediately afterwards, he felt a blunt object hit his back, and he stumbled unsteadily, revealing a big flaw.

Taking this opportunity, more than a dozen weapons were stabbed into his body.These inferior weapons could not break through Salorian's fine armor, but they succeeded in forcing him to his knees.

The voodoo spells had so severely weakened him that he was unable to resist.

Salorian, who was firmly restrained, saw a troll coming in front of him, pulling out a dagger and swinging it at his neck.

Salorian did not close his eyes, for he was not afraid of death.

He has no regrets.

"slow down"

A hoarse voice sounded, and the dagger stopped in front of Salorian.He didn't understand the troll language, but he knew it was the voice that stopped the troll soldiers.

Soon, the troll who made the noise came out of the crowd and came to Salorian.

The troll has one eye and one arm, and the lower half of his face is covered by a long scarf.He is very tall, almost half the size of a normal troll.He was wearing an open leather jacket, and his upper body was close to the waist. His dark green skin looked like it was covered with a layer of moss. His muscles were taut but not clumsy. His body was also quite slender. It was obvious at a glance that he had an explosive body. Swift.

"Zul'jin," Salorian said.

Zul'jin chuckled, "Salorian. Unexpectedly, the greatest warrior of the blood elves also succumbed to the troll's feet."

He squinted his one eye, looking at the blood elf warrior in front of him like a poisonous snake, enjoying his final unwillingness.

"I didn't give in."

In response, Salorian used the last bit of his strength to wave Quel'Delar at Zul'jin.

Zuljin did not hide, because there was a distance between the two, and with Quel'Delar's length, he could not reach him at all.

Sure enough, Quel'Delar drew a semicircle in vain, not even touching Zul'jin's trousers.

When Quel'Delar was thrown behind his back, Salorian let go of his right hand.

This holy sword, which was given to the high elves by the dragon clan and brought here by the ancestors of the high elves, was just thrown far behind him.

There was a hint of surprise in Zuljin's single eye, and now Salorian Morningseeker laughed heartily.

The holy sword Quel'Delar must not fall into the hands of a troll.

He knew how powerful he was, and Queldra would be thrown at least six or seventy meters away by him, and would eventually be picked up by Liadrin who was still fighting on the far side of the battlefield.

Will do.

She definitely will.

Ever since Liadrin asked him for advice on melee combat skills, Salorian had an intuition that she would be one of the holders of the holy sword Quel'Delar.

Now it seems that his intuition was right.

She will become the next wielder of the Holy Sword Quel'Delar.

Zuljin showed a cruel smile, pulled out the dagger from his waist with one arm, and walked towards him.

"Sly"

He suddenly stopped talking and looked up into the air.

Everyone heard the sound of wings flapping in the air. Salorian was very familiar with that sound. It was the Dragon Eagle.

When Angmar, Lana'thel, and Aesas rode a dragon eagle and rushed to Darth Visor Magic Academy, they happened to see the civilians in the beach area falling into chaos. An extremely brave blood elf warrior single-handedly broke into the dense jungle. Among the trolls, at least sixty or seventy were killed.

There could be no other such powerful warrior than the Salorian Morningseeker.

But none of the two men and one woman behind him could keep up. They were forced back by the large number of trolls and were completely out of touch with him.

That woman looks familiar, she seems to be Liadrin

Angmar immediately shook the reins, urging the dragon eagle under his crotch to speed up, trying to rescue Salorian.But as soon as he flew over the battlefield, he saw Salorian being captured by mistake and throwing away the Holy Sword Quel'Delar, which happened to land next to Liadrin.

It was really meant to be.

"Lord Salorian, since I didn't let you die on Quel'Danas Island, I certainly can't let you die here."

Angmar untied Stromka from behind, swung his arms and threw it to the ground, and also cast a boosting spell to get up.

"There's an artifact waiting for you to use."