Magic, this is a very magical power, it can't be understood by common sense, the mages of Dalaran, the city of human magic, can easily use magic to make bread and drink, and even rejuvenate the tired body by crushing the magic gems, which can teleport a person from the south of the world to the north of the world in an instant, which has completely surpassed the worldview of ordinary people.

So much so that many people believe that magic is omnipotent.

In fact, it is not omnipotent, but it is not far off, and what humans can do, as the elves of the origin of magic, can do more magical, more crazy.

There are countless mage towers in the huge Silvermoon City, and in the Silvermoon Forest near Silvermoon City, the complex and cumbersome mage tower system was built by the Quel'Thalas High Elves for thousands of years in addition to the ranger troops, and another monitoring and defense system, which has hardly been breached in the past thousands of years.

And now, it's challenged again.

"The rangers of Quel'Salas are brave, they come and go in the forest without a shadow, sometimes in groups, sometimes alone, relying on assassinations to confront us, for a time when the night does not belong to us at all, and the arrows they shoot from the forest of the night make the soldiers fearful."

Sarufar led Tyrion on the front lines of the war in the Forest of Eternal Song, and he spoke with a very candid attitude about what had happened in the past 20 days.

The Death Knight only needed to turn back a little to see the maple leaves and blood in front of him, and the remains of the orcs who had not had time to clean up, and the corpses of the elven rangers who had been caught and hung from the branches of the trees in a rude and savage manner.

The hanging corpses lined up on the front line looked horrific, and the forest was darkened by an unprecedented act of brutality.

In this cruel way, the rough orcs warn the rangers of Quel'Salas not to mess with them!

"Then I'm curious, how did you fight off those rangers?"

Tyrion whispered:

"I know better than anyone how they fight, once the prey is targeted, the forest rangers will not stop attacking unless the hunter is dead, and sometimes, the Far Travelers will use fear as their weapon..."

Sarufar walked up a hillside, and he glanced back at Tyrion, his voice cruel and cold:

"It's simple."

"We've burned down their forests!"

Tyrion's footsteps stopped for a moment, he stepped forward, stood on the hillside, and looked ahead, more than a tenth of the total area of the forest in front of him was mercilessly burned, the earth was covered in black ashes, and under the blackened branches, there was a land full of ashes, whether it was a beautiful maple leaf, or a tree that witnessed the elves' past, or even the elves in the forest, they were all burned in the fire of the orcs.

Tyrion looked at everything in front of him, and in his memory, the Forest of Eternal Song had never been so ugly, and he could even hear its accusations and grief as he looked at the land full of war crimes in front of him.

However, the Death Knight is not the arbiter of war, he is also a participant.

"We breached the Temple of the Sun in this way, slaughtering the mages there, but the remaining rangers were not deterred, they retreated to the northern Windwalker Village, Taquelin, and the line of the Far Wanderer camp, and under the leadership of their Ranger General, stubbornly fought those crazy Amani trolls day and night..."

The orc overseers pointed their fingers to the north, and from the ground where they stood, they could clearly see the forest in the north that was still covered in maple leaves, and the fire should be spreading, but in reality, there seemed to be an invisible barrier protecting the forest in the distance, so that the flames could not enter it.

"Seven days ago, after the fire was extinguished, we tried to move on."

Sarufar muttered, and there was an undisguised frustration in his voice:

"As a result, we were in trouble, the small number of rangers could not resist the attacks of orcs and trolls, they kept retreating, and for a moment, I even thought we had won, and we could rush into the true hinterland of Quel'Thalas so easily, but..."

The Overseer's voice was filled with incredulity:

"The closer we get to that forest, the weaker the power of Gul'dan's disgusting magic becomes, and even the runic magic of those ogres becomes much weaker, in this case, we have a hard time fighting against the elven mages, and after paying a great loss of life, we have to retreat in shame, and those troll witch doctors who are chattering with gods tell me that it is because the elves have cursed this land, and as long as they still occupy Silvermoon City, we will be weakened by the curse."

"Gul'dan tried to extract the souls of the captured rangers to get to the bottom of the secret, but they would rather endure the pain of collapse than reveal even the slightest thing, and most importantly, after the elves retreated into that strange land, it would be difficult for us to catch another captive, and they would rather kill themselves than fall into our hands."

Sarufar looked back at Tyrion, a hint of stubbornness flashing in his eyes:

"I don't believe there is a curse that can do this, so I guess Grand Chief Orgrim has proposed to let you come to Quel'Thalas, and I'm sure you'll explain my doubts, right?"

Tyrion was silent for a moment, then he moved his wrist and whispered:

"It's really not a curse."

"When Quel'Thalas was founded 6,800 years ago, it was plagued by Amani trolls, and the elves were no match for the trolls in terms of numbers, so in the face of the constant attacks of the trolls, the first kings adopted another method, and they set up a magical barrier called "Banti Renoor" around the hinterland of Quel'Thalas. ”

The Death Knight glanced at the puzzled Orc Overseer, and he explained in a cold voice:

Translated into lingua franca, this enchantment is called "Guardian of the Boundary", which is the ultimate embodiment of the magic craftsmanship of the High Elves, as long as the enchantment is not destroyed, any non-elven creature that enters it, its own magic fluctuations will be suppressed to the lowest point, the deeper it goes, the more terrible this suppression becomes, and the elves are not affected... In this way, they have been able to keep the trolls out of thousands of years of continuous warfare. ”

"I don't care about history!"

Sarufar interrupted Tyrion's "science", staring at the Death Knight and asking in a deep voice:

"I just want to know, do you have a way to crack it?"

"It's a complex barrier, but with all due respect, Mr. Overseer."

Tyrion's voice became strange:

"I don't think a warlock like Gul'dan can't see through this, he has enough power to crack it, and if he doesn't, it means he wants the orcs to be dragged out of the battle line so that he can do something we don't know about."

This sentence silenced Salufar, and Tyrion sneered:

"I'll do the enchantment, give me a day, I can break it, but the things that Gul'dan secretly planned... There's nothing I can do. ”

Tyrion looked at the corpses of the rangers hanging from the branches, and without hesitation, he turned away, leaving Sarufar alone on the dead battlefield.

That night, the orcs and trolls led by Sarufar himself launched an attack on Taquelin, a stronghold of the High Elves, without warning.

As the shouts of killing tore through the silence of the night, Tyrion quietly left the battlefield with his henchmen and slipped towards the ground behind the town of Taquiline.

"This is it."

The darkness could not stop the Death Knight's gaze and vision, he looked left and right in the night, and after repeatedly determining the direction, he pulled out a war hammer from behind his back, and pointed to a featureless rune stele on the edge of the town in front of him, to Celent and Glokush, as well as the two remaining Death Knight recruits.

"Smash!"

The five of them are like sneaky tomb robbers, outside the battlefield not far away, quickly destroying the stele in front of them, the death knights will not feel tired, but in the Banty Renore enchantment, their souls surging with the power of death will also feel the pervasive oppression.

The Death Knight is also a special magical creation in nature, and this enchantment will also suppress them, but they don't have magic in their bodies, so the suppression is not very strong, but if it's Talon. The Death Knights of the Blood Demon are likely to be abolished directly.

It took them nearly 20 minutes to smash the huge rune stele in front of them, and Glokush swung his hammer in silence, he didn't know what Tyrion was looking for in the rune stele that was everywhere in Quel'Thalas, but Tyrion had assured him that Gul'dan would die at his hands, and that was enough.

"Ding"

Serent's swing of the hammer hit something even harder in the center of the damaged stele, and the crisp sound of the collision immediately caught the attention of the other two, and Tyrion threw the hammer away, leaned down, and used his armor to turn the cracked stone of the stele open, revealing what had been buried inside the solid stone.

It was a fist-sized fiery red hedron, and as Tyrion's fingers caressed the hedr, dense, dizzying spells of magical inscriptions pulsed across the surface, emitting a faint glow as bright as a lamp in the darkness.

"It's... The runestone of the Banty Renore enchantment? ”

As a ranger of the Firewing family of Quel'Thalas, of course he had heard the story of the rune barrier that shrouded Quel'Thalas, and legend has it that the Elven Ancestor used a huge barrier composed of thousands of rune stones to cover the entire Quel'Thalas, but he did not know the exact location of the rune stones.

"Yes, this is the closest runestone to us, and the easiest to get."

Tyrion stood up, motioned in his mind to the three men to stay away from the runestone, and then called out to the two Death Knight recruits:

"You two! Go get it out! ”

The recruits didn't hesitate too much, the Death Knights, who had been loyal to Orgrim, would not refuse such a good thing for the tribe, and by the time they reached for the runestone, behind them, the three Tyrion had quickly retreated nearly 50 yards.

"Is there no one to take care of something so important?"

Grokush asked suspiciously, and Tyrion looked intently at the two recruits who had gone to move the runestones, and he whispered:

"The reason why the town of Taquilin was established is to protect this rune stone, although the elves guarding here don't know this, as well as the Wind Village, the Tower of the Morning Star, etc., the defense line of the Yongsong Forest is not set up randomly, thousands of rune stones are hidden in the monuments everywhere in Quel'Salas, and the specific location of each buried is secret, even on the upper floor, only a few people know."

"And how do you know?"

Celent asked:

"The Dawnblade family isn't remarkable, and according to you, you shouldn't know that."

A cold smile spread across Tyryon's lips, and he felt the chaotic fluctuations of magic around him, and he whispered:

"But Lady Lilesa, the Ranger General, is my mentor, my adoptive mother... There was a time when she tried her best to train me to be the next Ranger General, you know, no matter how strict people are, sometimes they leak their mouths... And my memory, in fact, is pretty good. ”

"Ah, you're such a disgusting bastard!"

Silent scolded in disgust, and Tyrion snorted without changing his face:

"Now we're all bastards, don't pretend how noble you are... Back off! ”

"Boom"

The three of them quickly retreated, and at this moment, the rune stone was forcibly pulled out of its original position by the two Death Knight recruits, and the integrity of the Banty Renor Barrier that enveloped the entire hinterland of Quel'Salas was destroyed, and the powerful magic transmitted from the distant Well of the Sun became frantic at this moment, and exploded in a devastating way at the broken node.

"Bang"

The night in front of him was illuminated by a sudden distorted light, it was like a substantial magic, raging wildly in the air, engulfing the surrounding land, everything around him, and the three Death Knights who had run more than 150 yards were swept away by the frenzied magic that rushed from behind, and Tyrion felt the furious magic rush back and forth in his body, almost tearing his body apart.

He was thrown into the sky and slammed to the ground, the chest of his dead body was torn open by magic, cold blood flew everywhere, and the pain of his soul being concussed was even more torn, and when he turned around, the place where the rune stone was, along with the small half of Taquilin Town, was completely torn apart in the explosion of magic power.

In the midst of a frenzied storm of magic, the surrounding forests were razed to the ground by terrifying forces, and the chaotic battlefield was silenced, and both sides with heavy losses were stunned by the terrible explosion.

"Phew"

Tyrion turned his head and spat out the leaves in his mouth, he turned his head to look at Glokush who staggered to his feet, whose arms and small half of his body were torn apart by the explosion, but the dead body was not afraid of this injury, and only needed enough death energy for the body to be repaired.

"See? That's the second reason why runestones are unguarded... Anyone who dares to touch it will be completely torn apart by the counterattack of the enchantment, not even an army. ”