The night of the Feras Wilderness is always quiet, and the occasional howl of the Timber Wolves can be heard in the vast forests of the southern part of the Lowland Wilderness, which is a hunting ground for all kinds of wild beasts, forming a complete ecosystem within it, from the rabbits and fawns at the bottom of the food chain to some apex predators, the beast kings blessed by the demigods of the wilderness, and even some mischievous green dragon chicks.

It's definitely a place for any ecologist to get excited, and it's pretty much the best area in all of Azeroth where natural storms are maintained.

This is all because the Night Elves who have ruled this place for nearly 10,000 years advocate the harmony of nature, if it is not necessary, they will not take the initiative to destroy the cycle of nature, of course, the arrival of nearly a million High Elves has broken this cycle, and the entire lowland wilderness has been used as a temporary settlement by them, and the activities of these special elves have disturbed the local beasts, but for this quaint and vast land, the destruction and changes brought by the High Elves are still within a completely acceptable range.

Tonight, though, the atmosphere of the wilderness was somewhat eerie.

Kael'thas, the Sun King of the High Elves. The Sunstrider stood outside the gates of the 10,000-year-old city of Eresaras with a portion of the Silvermoon Councillors, and the ancient gates in front of them were covered with green vines, and between the vines there were murals left over the time of the Elven Empire 10,000 years ago, which had weathered a lot in the vicissitudes of time.

And before the arrival of the High Elves, the outer city of Eresaras was occupied by the savage Goddock ogres, those stupid guys who could not protect the relics, under their wrath, the city's original gorgeous and quaint ornaments, those priceless works of art, were smashed as garbage, these rude saboteurs turned the splendid civilization into ruins, and then built their own dirty kingdom on the ruins.

However, the Goddock ogres have been wiped out by the High Elves' ranger and mage legions, their king has been slain by Kael'thas himself, their army has been scattered, and the stupid ogres have been driven into the jungles of the south by the elves, although they are still outnumbered, but they have lost their strong rulers, and they themselves are divided within themselves, and they are no longer able to fight back.

And now, the High Elves who have fulfilled the agreement are standing in front of the city gate, and they want to ask the upper elves of Sindra in the city for the agreed "reward".

"Buzz"

The leader of the upper elves of Sindra, the illusion of the magical prince Tosedrin, was projected in front of the eyes of Kael'thas and his party through the magic node of Eresaras, this magical prince who has lived for more than 10,000 years is wearing a set of golden armor, his long white hair is scattered over his shoulders, revealing long ears that are very similar to those of the night elves, but his skin is the same white jade color as the high elves.

Tosedrin's forehead is adorned with ornate jewels from 10,000 years ago, and he holds a magical halberd in his hand, which looks majestic on the blue magic projection, but this guy is actually a treacherous bastard, and no matter how beautiful his appearance is, it can't hide his vicious heart.

He looked directly at the High Elves in front of him with the arrogant expression peculiar to the upper elves of 10,000 years ago, and his voice vibrated through a special magic power, and some distortion reached the ears of the group.

"Ah, descendants of Darthrema, I may think... Did you end up making the right judgment? ”

The moment this arrogant voice emerged, Lothmar stood behind Kael'thas. Theron tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword at his waist, but instead of making a rash move, he lowered his head to hide the killing intent shining in his eyes.

Kael'thas raised his head, his eyes cleared as he looked at the apparition of Tocedrin, and he said in a deep voice:

"I must save my people, and for this... I am willing to accept your request, Prince Tosedrin... I am willing to hand over the Holy Sword Queldra, and the Sword of the Sunstrider, open the gates, and let us in. ”

"Huh? Do you think it's that easy? ”

Hearing Kael'thas's words, a hint of greed flashed in Tocedrin's silver eyes, but soon, he coughed lightly:

"I beg your pardon for my caution, my friends who have come from afar, but there are too many High Elves compared to my people, and you are a threat, and I have to think about the safety of my people, and hand over the two holy swords as a sign of sincerity, and then I will naturally open the door and welcome you."

This rude and shameless request caused the Silvermoon Councillors behind Kael'thas to whisper, and after seeing the disgusting face of the Sindra Elf, even the most mild-mannered compromisers felt a surge of anger in their hearts.

But Kael'thas didn't change much, he nodded to Lannacel beside him, and the two of them unsheathed their swords at the same time, and the red flame strike and the silver Queldra were placed on the stone platform at the entrance to the city gate, and then the Sun King and Queen took a few steps back.

After a while, several upper elf guards wearing magic armor from 10,000 years ago slowly pushed open the small passage on the side of the city gate, they looked at the high elves in front of them vigilantly, they could feel the unkindness in the eyes of those high elves, but under the urging of Prince Tosedrin, they walked quickly to the stone platform, picked up the two holy swords, and then retreated vigilantly into the city gate again.

Seeing that the exchange was over, Torcedrin's vision nodded in satisfaction, and he looked at Kael'thas with a hint of mockery in his silver eyes.

"Your expectation of salvation has left you flawed, descendants of Darthrema, if your fathers were standing here, they would certainly not be so naïve, but I have to tell you with regret... The magic of Eresaras belongs to the Sindra Elves, and I will never share it with you. ”

Under the darkness of the night, the atmosphere at the gates of Eresaras became extremely frozen.

"Ugh..."

Kael'thas let out a sigh, and when he looked up again at Torcedrin's vision, there was a shiver of determination in his green eyes.

"I wasn't going to do that, Tocedrin, but... You forced me! ”

As soon as the Sun King finished speaking, inside the heavy gates of Eresaras, the shadows beside the upper elven guards who were guarding the two holy swords to the depths of the city began to float rapidly. Windranger and Winlessa. The Windranger, as well as several Master Assassins of the famous Assassin family of the Sangunar family of Quel'Salas, emerged from concealment.

They followed the guards through the passage of the gate into the gate, and now, they didn't need to disguise themselves.

"Buzz"

The ancient legendary warbow Sardora was pulled between the slender and powerful hands of the cold-faced Sylvanas, and after the dragon's blood was strengthened, the connection between the former Ranger General and the family heirloom warbow had improved a lot, her eyes that shone with murderous intent barely needed to aim, and in the moment of pulling the warbow, the magical arrows like a storm whistled out.

The bombardment comparable to a burst of artillery easily tore apart the bodies of several upper-level elven guards in front of them, along with the stone pillars behind them, and the tragic blood flowers and debris of masonry and stone that flew everywhere like an earthquake exploded in the deep paths of Eresaras with a bang, fully demonstrating the terrifying lethality of the Ranger General.

Sylvanas stepped forward like a phantom, holding the two holy swords in her arms, and behind her, Wienesa and Baron Sangunar, armed with two elven swords, rushed up the steps of the wall, each with a team of assassins, and slaughtered the upper elves on the wall without mercy.

And outside the city wall, the long-waiting ranger lord Lotherma threw off his left hand, and the rope with flying claws climbed on the towering city wall, and in his shout, the most elite ranger rangers grabbed the rope, like the most flexible monkeys, and quickly rushed up the city wall, Kael'thas and several other ** divisions stirred up the magic in their bodies, as if they had invisible wings, and easily came to the city wall.

This wave of raids was deadly, especially for the upper elves who had not fought for 10,000 years, and in just a few minutes, the walls in front of Eresaras fell into the hands of Kael'thas, but this was only the beginning... This is only the most trivial part of the battle.

The 10,000-year-old city of Eresaras is a city of magic, although its structure is very different from that of Quel'Salas's Silvermoon City, but the defense system is the same source, the city gate, the city, the streets of these defense nodes are meaningless, as long as the city's magic center is still in the hands of the upper elves, Kael'thas will never want to control the city.

"Ah, the beast that hides itself has finally bared its fangs, Kael'thas. Sunstrider, you fool! ”

Faced with the fall of the city wall, Tosedrin, who cast a phantom into the night sky like a god, did not panic, he looked at Kael'thas with the eyes of a fool, and he smiled proudly:

"The existence of the outer city of Eresaras is meaningless to us, you can occupy this empty city like those stupid ogres, but you will never want to steal the magic that belongs to Syndra, I have all the magic nodes in my hands, I will watch you lose your mind in my city, I will watch your civilization fall apart... But when you're dying, Kael'thas, I'll be kind enough to give you a little bit of magic and watch you kneel before me like a dog... Hahaha, I'll look forward to that day! ”

In the wild laughter of Torsedrin, a large lilac magic barrier quickly rose in the inner ring of the city, isolating one-third of the inner ring from the periphery, this is a shield composed entirely of magic power, in the past ten years, the upper elves hidden in the city have relied on this layer of magic enchantment to block the invasion of ogres.

Looking at Tocedrin's madman-like posture in the sky, Kael'thas shook his head helplessly, he took the Flame Strike from Sylvanas's hand, put it back on his belt, and said to Lothama beside him:

"I doubt I was blind in the first place, Theron, how could I have come to a deal with such a madman?"

The Ranger Lord shrugged his shoulders and did not answer, and the Sun King did not need his answer, Kael'thas raised his head and looked at the magical enchantment rising from within the city, and he shouted loudly to the illusion in the air:

"Very good defense, Tocedrin, but alas, we didn't come alone tonight... Allow me to introduce you to the true allies of the High Elves..."

The Sun King raised his hand, and a red magic beacon rushed into the night sky, bursting in the air like fireworks, and this was like a signal, the moment the red beacon rose into the night sky, on the ridge outside the city of Eresaras, a large magical illusion was removed, and the human artillery position that had been hidden there 1 day ago was exposed to the left side of Herreras.

There, nearly 400 artillery pieces glowed with steel, and at the same time as the artillery positions appeared, a whole regiment of human infantry armed with firearms slowly drove into the city from the hidden ground outside the city.

"What kind of creature is this? Peculiar..."

The Prince of Magic, who has been "housed" in Eresaras for nearly 10,000 years, has never seen a human being, and he has never seen those strange weapons in the hands of humans, which are like wands made of steel, but he can't feel the slightest magical breath from those steel wands.

"I had a lot to say to you, Torcedrin the Mad..."

Kael'thas greeted the general who commanded the human infantry, and then looked at the magical illusion in the air with some regret, his eyes shining with sadness, and he said in a deep voice:

"But when it really comes to this moment, all I can say to you is one sentence..."

"Self-contained fools, times... It's changed! ”

The moment the Sun King's words fell, the artillery position of the Seventh Legion on the ridge outside the city of Eresaras burst into fire, and 400 shells filled with compressed black powder shot out of the muzzle of the cannon with a thunderous sound, like 400 thunderbolts, and bombarded the purple semicircular shield above the inner city, the magic shield target that enveloped a third of the city was too big, even the worst gunner could easily hit the shield at this distance.

The whistling cannonball smashed on the purple shield with a huge kinetic energy, and then exploded in the impact, the red fireworks were stained on the purple shield, and the crazy explosion wave tore through the magic barrier, and at the moment when the circulating magic power did not have time to fill the rift, the explosive fragments that flew into the rift tore the panicked upper elves inside.

The design idea of the magic shield 10,000 years ago is still very primitive, it is just a rough way to achieve the resistance of magic to physical impact, such a design can make the shield easily block the tomahawks chopped down by the ogres, but in the face of explosive shells, this primitive magic shield, it is not so "magical".

And in the face of this never-before-seen weapon, the "Turtle Formation" that the upper elves were proud of could no longer protect them.