Chapter 119: The Battle of Quicksand (7)—Meet Tyrande for the first time

　　 Half a month later, Silithus led to the gorge of the crater.
"Druids of the Talons, follow me! Shandris, there is a bug flying over from the eastern mountain, and you are leading the horned eagles!" A giant bear with large and small scars on his body rushed while speaking. The swarm in front of you.
　　 Shandris rode the Hippogryph into the air first, and Aristophane and other Hippogryph knights followed closely and rushed towards the flying insects.
　　 "Aristophane, the left wing is handed over to you!"
　　 "Okay, Shandris!" The wizard mage patted Adelina and turned around, facing the flying insect rushing from the left alone.
　　 A thick lightning flew from the blue-purple circle in front of him, and the electric light bounced back and forth among the flying insects. The ground was full of fallen flying insect debris, emitting a scorching smell. Soon Aristophane cleared the worms in front of him, and turned to help the sentries who were still attacking the worms with bows and arrows.
Accompanied by a heart-pounding scream, the worms on the ground that were still alive broke away from the battle line and retreated under the cover of Anubisath, and the obsidian monsters easily resisted the attacks of the druids. Easily retreated behind the sand.
"Dozens of druids died in the attack of the bugs just now." Fandral, who had recovered his human form, said with a low tone to the sentry general in front of him, "We only have less than a hundred left now. Fighting Druid of the Claw, the Wormman will attack again tomorrow morning, and this line of defense may fall."
Shandris just got off the huge horned eagle, and took his words: "The air force has also suffered heavy losses. Although the horned eagle riders are powerful, there are too many flying insects. We can only attack them with bows and arrows. , Once the horned eagle rider is alone, it is destined to be killed by the flying insects."
　　 Aristophane was listening to the side. He saw that Namulia and Ryan Wolfwalker were also involved in the attack on the flying insects. They had just stepped down from the Hippogryph and greeted him with a smile.
　　 Looking to the north, the tall green trees of the crater are close at hand, and the villagers of Nanfeng Village have begun to enter the crater forest to find food for the army.
　　 "We are short of food, people, medicinal materials, everything." Fandral said grumpily, "The bugs are about to completely occupy Silithus. When does Tyrande plan to come?!"
Shandris was tit-for-tat: "Your Excellency Archdruid, we don’t have a portal, and the number of Hippogryphs is not enough to transport all the reinforcements by air. Druids of flying birds of prey and all Hippogryphs are sent here. , If you didn't underestimate those bugs, how could we be so passive?"
　　 They talked and staged a quarrel once every day.
　　 Aristophanes led Adelina to the place where the Hippogryphs and Nightsabers gathered. Many of them were also injured. Mara was leading some priests to take care of them.
　　 The mage patted Adelina, motioned her to play by herself, and then joined Mara's team and took care of the injured Hippogryph with her.
"And Shandris, the elf mage named Aristophane, why are you still keeping him? Watch us make a fool of yourself? You know it’s not for your face, but for inciting Nanfeng Village to migrate privately. , I can kill him directly!"
"Then you go?" Shandris also smirked, "If it weren't for him, the lives of thousands of elves up and down in Nanfeng Village would have been gone! The enemy currently does not want to solve the problem but wants to drive us away. People, are you crazy?!"
"Okay, Shandris, I don't bother to quarrel with you! If Tyrande's large army doesn't come, I will retreat directly. Lead the little white-faced mage against the bugs yourself!" Fandral flushed his purple face. After speaking viciously, he turned and walked into the hut spawned by the druids.
　　 Shandris Yuzuki stood in place, and she was also very anxious, hoping her adoptive mother could hurry up, otherwise this line of defense would be really hard to resist as Fandral said.
　　 She looked around, and at a glance she saw Aristophane who was changing the dressing of the horned eagle while talking with Mara. The strange staff was floating behind him, avoiding the eager horned eagle.
　　 "Aristophanes."
　　 After hearing Shandris's call, the wizard wizard got up and left the animal pen: "What's the matter, General?"
　　 "I...Forget it, let's wait for Tyrande to come and talk to you, I don't think it can be done by me." Shandris opened her mouth, still not expressing her thoughts.
　　 Aristophanes understood what she wanted to say, so he said directly: "Shandis, I believe that even in ancient times, when it comes to the efficiency of killing on the battlefield, few wizards can surpass me."
　　 Shandris nodded: "Indeed, in my experience, there are few arcane spellcasters who can release so many large-scale spells in succession without being uncomfortable. Are you really a mage?"
　　 She is also a person who has lived for almost 10,000 years. Although she was a child during the War of the Ancients, as a witness, she still remembers those battlefield scenes.
"Strictly speaking, it's not an arcane spellcaster in the traditional sense." Aristophane didn't really want to continue discussing the type of wizard with her. "I understand what you think. I want to ask if I can get from Quelsa. Ras asked for reinforcements over there?"
Shandris Feathermoon nodded: "I know it's difficult, but Tyrande hasn't arrived yet, and Fandral is so reckless and stubborn, I'm afraid our loss will continue, and this mountain pass may not be able to hold. "
The wizard mage tilted his head for a moment, and then said, "Excuse me, General. If it is an official invitation, then I can be sure that this request will end without disease, and it may even invite all kinds of ugly ridicule; In the name of a private person, I can find some powerful wizards and rangers to form a small team to participate in the battle. Although it is not enough to change the big situation, the small battlefield can play a role in reversing the battle."
　　 Shandris was a little moved, but thought of Kaldorei's xenophobia and dislike of arcane magic, she couldn't help but sigh.
　　 "Let me think again, Aristophanes."
　　 "Good general." Aristophane was about to continue to say something when suddenly a noise came from behind him.
　　 The two looked curiously in that direction, and saw countless elves and civilians swarming over there~EbookFREE.me~ A high flag appeared above the canyon.
　　 "It's the banner of the sorority! Tyrande, Tyrande is here!" Shandris cheered, went directly into the crowd and rushed towards the banner.
　　 Aristophane retreated to the animal pen, stroking the long beak of the Hippogryph that had just been healed, while observing the elf reinforcements.
The first to appear was the fully armed sentry unit, all dressed in purple armor riding on the nightsaber, carrying bows and three-edged darts, and some carrying other weapons, such as broadswords, scimitars, daggers and doubles. Blade throwing darts, etc.
　　 Then came the members of the Sisterhood of Elune. They were dressed in white robes and held wooden staffs of different shapes. They also sat on the nightsaber.
Sitting on the most conspicuous white leopard in the middle is a female elf with green law. She has a solemn expression. She is wearing a fine silver-white armor and holding a bow with intricate patterns. Aristophane saw Shandris being with She talked.
　　 "It seems that she is Tyrande." After Aristophanes confirmed her identity in his heart, he continued to look back at the descendants of Cenarius who followed them.
　　 Forest Dryads and guardians surrounded the druid troops. The cheerful voices and laughter of the Dryads quickly infected the surrounding elves, and the haze surrounding the camp was dissipated for many days.
At this time, Aristophane, who focused on observing the difference between the Dryad and the Guardian, did not see Shandris pointing her finger while talking, and the green-haired elf also looked in the direction of her finger, nodded, and moved in. She said something to Shandris's narrow ears, and then followed the group into the camp.