Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

After parting with Aristophanes, Taranas went into the tent of the wounded.

"Carles, how are you doing?"

"I can't die, hiss, Taranas." The injured elf scout struggled to sit up with his upper body naked, "This arrow really hurts."

"Fortunately, there is no poison," Taranas approached him, looked at the tightly bandaged wound, and nodded.

"It's also thanks to your little guy who helped me block the axe. It's just a pity for Daniel and the others." Kars leaned on the tarpaulin of the tent, as if it would make him feel better.

"The relationship is far away, but this little mage really surprised me," Taranas also sat down, "responsive, decisive in casting spells, and has a really good vision." After finishing speaking, he called Aris Torfin's reasoning against trolls was told to Cals.

"Indeed, we were surrounded by no less than thirty trolls. Although a few trolls were killed during the breakout, if they wanted to, they could kill us all in the jungle."

"So that means the troll really wants to wipe us all out in the jungle?"

"It's unrealistic to wipe out all of them, but it's entirely possible to consume and kill some of them. The jungles here are all contaminated with voodoo, and our ranger's strength is greatly limited."

"Then hurry up and move forward. When we get to the camp, we will have a lot of opportunities to avenge Daniel and the others. Take care of your wounds, and we will set off early tomorrow morning." After speaking, Taranas walked out of the wounded soldiers' tent.

In the jungle away from the path, the trolls built a simple camp in a clearing in the middle.

"Vargas, what's the matter?" Priest Cliff asked.

"Priest Cliff, our manpower is too small. The camp of those pointed ears is very strong, and a hard attack will cause huge casualties."

"Then what do you think should be done?"

"Patience, ambush, harassment, sneak attack. This is our territory. Pointy Ears dare not and will not send scouts into the jungle after seeing those heads, and they are many newbies. I reconfirmed this when I threw their heads today. point, and this is our opportunity."

"But I heard from the hunters that there is a mage in this team, and he blocked your attack..."

"It doesn't matter, Priest Cliff. According to previous experience, those mages with sharp ears often run faster than rabbits when they encounter things, and they will not pose a threat to us."

"Okay, is there anything I can do?"

"I hope you can pray to the spirit of the lynx, bless the remaining fighters, and reduce the probability of being discovered."

"Okay, I am serving Master Halraz, so let's use those six pointed-eared corpses as sacrifices!"

"As you wish, my lord priest."

Cliff built a simple altar in the forest overnight.

Soon the next morning, he drew some mysterious runes with the blood of those elves, and began to pray to the spirit of the lynx.

After a while, a huge lynx phantom appeared in the air. It glanced at the troll below and roared silently. The trolls present suddenly felt lighter.

Then the spirit of the lynx jumped into the air and disappeared, ignoring those "sacrifices".

"Vargas, Master Halraz has bestowed its blessing, the rest is up to you."

"Leave it to me, Priest Cliff." Then he waved his hand and led the rest of the hunters and troll warriors into the jungle. With the swaying of the bushes, they disappeared quickly, leaving only Cliff and his two name guard.

His eyes turned back to Aristophanes. After another night of meditation, Aristophanes got out of his tent. At this time, the long night was coming to an end, and it was the darkest time of the day, but the camp was full of people and brightly lit.

By the flames of the camp,

He looked at the dark woods on both sides of the road, but he couldn't see anything.

"Arise, Aristophanes."

"Yes, Taranas. Are we ready to go?"

"Leave after the tent is dismantled."

"No more scouts?"

"There are too few veterans, I must grasp every strength."

At this time, Kars walked up to the two of them. He first saluted Taranas, and then turned to Aristophanes: "Thank you, Windrunner's boy."

"You're welcome, Captain Kars, after all, we are on the same boat now." Elistophen said with a smile.

"Okay, let's talk more politely. Aristophanes, Kars, I need your help, be vigilant!"

"As you order, Commander."

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"Vargas, here they come!"

"The notice goes on, everyone prepares throwing axes and spears, and obeys my instructions!"

Through the woods, Vorgas saw a team of elves walking towards him along the path from a distance.

He squinted his eyes, stared at the sorcerer in the team, clenched the handle of the ax in his hand, and a look of ferocity flashed across his face.

Just when he was about to issue an attack order, suddenly the elf next to the mage said something, the mage nodded, and then the whole team stopped.

"Did he find us? Impossible, with the protection of the spirit of the lynx, no one can find the troll hiding in this jungle!"

Surrounded by everyone, the mage walked to the front of the team and began to cast spells.

With the release of the secret energy in Aristophanes' body, the energy in the air resonated with the secret energy. A stone with a diameter of about one meter visible to the naked eye appeared ten meters above Aristophanes' head. With various lights.

Vorgas' pupils constricted, he didn't care about thinking, shouted and rushed to the jungle behind him.

"retreat!"

"Meteorite Technique - Thunder Impact!"

The meteorite dragged its blue tail and smashed straight into the woods where Vorgas was hiding. With a bang, a shock came, and a clearing appeared in the woods, accompanied by trolls screams.

Ignoring the surprise of Taranas and the others, Aristophanes quickly condensed a second meteorite and blasted it out again, followed by the third and fourth shots.

After the four meteorites fell, if you looked down from a high altitude, you would find that there were four overlapping circular clearings in the woods by the roadside.

"Master, how did you find out that there was an ambush?" An elf recruit next to him asked.

"Observe more, boy, haven't you noticed that compared with the one in front, there are no birds flying or singing in this forest?" Kars said beside him, "Taranas, do you need to send someone in to look at it?" ?”

"No need," Taranas stared at the crater blown out by the meteorite technique, and shook his head, "This time, the troll should be dealt a lot of damage. Stay vigilant and move on!"

After speaking, the few people turned back and continued to march towards the camp.

The trolls were miserable. Vargas escaped with his life, but most of the 30 elite trolls he brought were killed or injured.

"Vargas, what shall we do next?" A troll hunter came over and asked.

"—Retreat!" Vargas gritted his teeth, looked at the miserable troll warriors, and chose to retreat.

When Vargas led the surviving troll warriors back to the previous night's camp, the Cliff priest who stayed behind hurried out.

"Are you all right, Vargas!"

"It's okay, Priest Cliff, it's just that we lost thirteen warriors and six hunters." He said dejectedly.

"Well, this is also expected," Cliff sighed, "otherwise Gagolakin wouldn't have asked us to bring only this few people here. After all, those pointy ears were defeated by forcefully relying on magic. Great Zul'Oman Empire!"

"It's my fault, I underestimated these pointy ears too much." As Vorgas looked at the troll warriors outside, almost everyone lost their fighting spirit, and even chanted "God's punishment, It is the divine punishment of Thunder Loa!"

"Go back, Vorgas, we still have a long way to go, I hope you can remember today's shame." Cliff raised his long arm and patted Vorgas on the shoulder, "The Aman Empire It will rise again!"

"Yes, the Zul'Aman Empire is bound to rise!" Volgas cheered up, and at the same time muttered to himself, "Sooner or later we will fight again, Elven Mage!"