Chapter 64: Aristophanes' Troll War (1)

　　 In the command center, Alleria was pulling Aristophane and asking questions. Although the two have not seen each other for a long time, they are still very familiar.
　　 "Listen to Hill saying that you have a grand bonfire party there and fireworks show every year?"
"Yes, Ole, it is our own festival, and it is also the day when the Farstrider Fortress was built." Aristophanes replied, "Every day we will light a huge fire in the square before the game. At the bonfire, there will also be all kinds of food for people to enjoy, and there is no limit to "Moonlight"."
　　 "Heh," Alleria glanced at him, then stretched out her hand, "I forgot if you didn't mention it. How about the wine you promised me?"
　　 Aristophane took out a small silver jug ​​from his pocket and handed it to her: "I'll prepare it for you early."
Alleria took it and found that the style of this hip flask is not as luxurious as the high elves, but it is still very beautiful. The hip flask is the size of a palm, the overall shape is curved, the edges are smooth, the front is carved with the windrunner's family crest, and the back is An Elf word was written: "Anar\'belore, to Miss Sun from Windrunner's house, my dearest sister Alleria." In the lower right corner is a Q version image she has never seen before.
　　 She took a closer look. Although she had never seen this art form before, she recognized that it was herself!
　　 "The mithril is refined, hand-carved, with a small constant temperature magic circle and detoxification circle, which can be activated with a little arcane energy."
Alleria tried to activate the magic circle, and then unscrewed the bottle. She looked in through the opening and found that the wine inside was not the blue-purple of'Moonlight', but another wonderful amber. She got up and tried to take a sip, and found that the taste was not as irritating as moonlight, but slightly sweet, but at the same time there was a refreshing arcane taste, which refreshed her.
　　 "What kind of wine is this?" she asked curiously.
　　 "Using the special pumpkin of Farstrider Fortress as the fermentation raw material, supplemented by a new herbal medicine we just cultivated, it combines the characteristics of Ning Shenhua and living root grass. How does it feel?"
　　 "In comparison, I like this pumpkin wine better." Alleria said.
　　 "Then you can give it a name."
　　 Alleria did not twist, she rolled her eyes, and immediately said: "Since there is a faint'moonlight', this amber wine might as well be called'The Sunshine Wine of Farstrider'."
　　 "Is there a relationship between the two?" Aristophanes had a question mark on his face.
　　 "Why, you don't want to?"
　　 "I think it's pretty good, because the sun is also our object of belief in Quel'Thalas." Kael'thas suddenly interrupted, "Can I also taste this?"
　　 Aristophane nodded, took out a glass bottle and handed it to Kael'thas.
　　 And Kael'thas took out an exquisite phoenix-shaped wine glass, he unscrewed the cork, poured the amber liquor into it, then picked up the wine glass and smelled it first, and then drank it.
　　 "The taste of Arcane is really refreshing, but I still prefer ‘Moonlight’. Its taste is more suitable for me."
　　 "But it doesn't matter," Kael'thas waved his hand. "You are the wizard wizard who developed Moonlight, right?"
　　 "Yes, Your Royal Highness." Aristophane stood up and bowed.
　　 "Father said you are very powerful, and you are different from other elves. I hope you won't let me down."
　　 "Then please wait and see." Aristophane replied neither humble nor humble.
　　 Kael'thas stared at him for a while, then lowered his head to study the map, Aristophane was pulled back by Alleria, and then continued to tell her the story.
　　 "Have you seen His Royal Highness before?" Alleria asked quietly.
　　 "No, I have never seen it before." Aristophane shook his head and looked at Alleria's worried look. He also whispered, "But it doesn't matter, you have to believe in my strength."
　　 Looking at the confident Aristophane, Alleria also laughed, then leaned against the wall behind, and continued to listen to Aristophanes.
　　 After a while, Crevy Windrunner walked in, Lorthemar Theron and Hawke followed him, and the sky outside was completely dark.
　　 "Are everything arranged, Commander?"
　　 "Yes, Your Royal Highness." Crevy Windrunner replied, "The 800 rangers are divided into two batches. One batch goes directly to the position for rotation, and the other batch of reserve teams recharges."
　　 "You can arrange it," Kael'thas nodded, "Continue with our previous topic, how to deal with the impact of the troll."
　　 "Now we have the rangers from the Farstrider Fortress to join us, take our original remaining Ranger troops and the upcoming Ranger Army, we will have more than three thousand troops on hand, more than enough defense." Crivi Windrunner said.
　　 "Then shall we wait for the trolls to attack?"
　　 "Now is not the time to fight back, the morale of the trolls is high, and it is difficult for us to break into the altar with our existing forces."
　　 "Altar? What altar?" Aristophane asked suddenly.
　　 "The ranger took advantage of the darkness to scout the troll's position and found that they had built a huge altar. We suspect that the reason why the troll can continue to attack is because of that altar."
　　 "Can't you use spells to destroy it from a distance?"
"It's difficult. The trolls are heavily guarded there, and our spell range is not enough, unless we can rush to a sufficient distance, but it is useless for small groups to rush in. The altar is too big, and it is difficult for a small team to completely destroy it. ."
　　 Aristophanes thought for a while, but did not speak any more.
　　 Opposite the position, the troll camp.
　　 "We have nearly three thousand casualties, do you want to continue, Jagorakin? Why don't you go out and occupy other forests without long ears?" Clive asked the troll chief sitting on the main seat.
　　 "Are you afraid?" Jagorakin raised his head.
　　 "Don't be afraid, Chief! I'm just worried that we have wasted too long here, and that this loss will lower the morale of the boys!"
　　 "Don't worry, Kuliffe. With Loa's blessing, our soldiers are fearless!" said Jagolarkin, "Also, are you ready for the altar of Bonsandi that you have prepared?"
　　 "The materials have been found, and our craftsmen are carving Bonsandi's statue."
"You don't need stone carving, just use the mask we keep." Jagorakin ordered, "Hurry up and erect its altar. By then we may still get the help of a powerful Loa. What else do you have? Is it a problem? If not, let’s go and prepare, and we will continue to attack tomorrow!"
　　 "Yes, Chief!" Hai'an took away Culiffe who wanted to say something, and then followed the others out of the tent.
　　 "Haian, why don't you let me speak?" Culiffe asked after walking out of the tent~EbookFREE.me~Culiffe, the chief has his own plan, so we just listen. "
　　 Culiffe stared at the female troll in front of her, and finally began to lose her battle: "Well, you guys can do it yourself!" After that, she walked back to her tent.
　　 Haian stared at him for a while, and then walked into his tent.
　　 Early the next morning, Jagorakin gave Loa's blessing to the trolls on the expedition, and then asked Muriel and Haian to lead the team to continue attacking the elves' defense.
　　 In addition, he also asked Cliff to lead his priests and quickly built a small altar for Bongsandi in order to obtain the help of the death god.
　　 But unfortunately, Bonsanti did not respond to their prayers.
　　 Jagorakin shook his head, let Kolief continue to do his job as a priest, and then returned to the camp.
　　 On the front line, Aristophane was also the first time to participate in such a large-scale battle. He saw a large number of trolls in the distance rushing towards his position frantically.
　　 Because of his new arrival, Clive and Kael'thas did not arrange for him to enter the first line immediately. Instead, together with Alleria, they watched the trolls in the defense line next to the command post and waited for orders.
　　 But the trolls quickly passed the ranger's fire control line again, and with the help of the priest, they basically had no casualties. The rangers at the forefront also saw the trolls approaching, shooting various magic arrows, and then "choking" drew out their melee weapons to fight the trolls who were still standing.
　　 Every moment, trolls and elves fall, and their blood has stained the soil at the front of the battlefield.
　　 The position where Aristophane and Alleria are located is no exception, and even because the Phoenix flag is planted here, the trolls attack here more fiercely.