Chapter 59: Deadlock

　　 Kael'thas first went to the Crevey Windrunner's tent after returning to Tacquelin. In addition to the priest, there was a young and beautiful blond female elf with a bandage on her left hand.
　　 He also knew this elf. It was Alleria Windrunner. She was also injured in the previous battle.
　　 "Your Royal Highness, you are here." After the priest saw it, he hurriedly saluted, and Alleria stood up and bowed slightly.
　　 "Don't worry about me, how is Crevey?"
"The right arm was fractured, and the whole body got out of strength. There was nothing else." The priest said calmly. "He just woke up once, and relaxed after learning that the reinforcements were coming. I fed him some supplements. He was already asleep by now. It's over."
　　 "Thank you." Kael'thas nodded.
　　 The priest saw that Kael'thas seemed to have something to say, put down the bandage in his hand, turned and walked out of the tent.
　　 "Alleria, tell me about the situation here after Crevey came." Kael'thas asked after seeing the priest leave the tent.
　　 "Okay, Your Royal Highness." Alleria began to talk about recent events.
　　 Kael'thas listened and remembered.
　　According to Alleria's account, when the Crevi Windrunner arrived at Tacquelin, the First Ranger Army had not rushed over. He quickly organized Tacquelin's defensive forces and first constructed two security lines in the south.
　　 After the first ranger army arrived, he extended the second line of defense into a defensive position. Because according to the information he collected, the number of opposing trolls was far from what a first ranger legion could fight against in the field, so he could only rely on positional warfare to try to kill the trolls while constantly sending messengers to Silvermoon City for help.
"Three days ago, our scouts reported that a large gathering of trolls had been spotted in the south. My father quickly ordered the rangers to bring their weapons and equipment to their positions." Alleria took a breath and continued, "From that day on, the trolls We started attacking our defenses just like crazy. We killed at least 1,500 trolls on the first day, but the following trolls continued to flow."
"The next day at noon, our arrows were exhausted. Under my father's leadership, we started a cruel hand-to-hand battle with the trolls. Elves and trolls died every moment." Alleria seemed to Thinking back to that cruel afternoon, "We had a very difficult afternoon. The ranger army on the front line was quickly attenuated. My father mobilized the townspeople of Taquilin and the elves who had escaped from the south, and asked them to carry the injured rangers back and settle them. You have also seen that these large and small tents are all wounded soldiers."
"On the third day, that is today, the trolls can already set foot on our ground. The number of rangers is too small. My father can only take the lead and fight the trolls repeatedly. If you are half a step late, I miss you What I saw was not the broken defensive position, but the countless Taquilin."
　　 Kael'thas was a little ashamed. He got up and patted Alleria on the shoulder after he understood what happened, and said: "Don't worry, you guys take care of your injuries, and we will leave the rest to us."
　　 Alleria nodded.
　　 "Also, do you have any reliable rangers to recommend to me? I need a deputy to help me now."
　　 "Uh, there is a person to choose, but your Royal Highness, I guess it will be difficult for you to persuade him."
"who is it?"
　　 "Hoke Qingge, former captain of the Ranger Detachment of the Temple of the Sun."
　　 "I see, where is he now?"
　　 In the tent next door, his thigh was pierced by a troll. It should be almost healed by now. "
　　 "Okay, take a good rest, I'm leaving."
　　 "Goodbye, Your Royal Highness."
　　 In the tent next door, Hawke Qingge has stood up, began to pack his equipment, and is ready to go to the front again.
　　 Kael'thas opened the tent door and walked in. Then he saw a tall elf with his back facing him was packing up weapons.
　　 "I'll go back to the front line right away, you can live in this tent for the other wounded soldiers." The elf said without looking up.
　　 "Hawk sings?" Kael'thas asked softly.
　　 "Huh?" At this time, Hawke Qing Ge raised his head and saw that he was an unknown elf, but he was very familiar.
"you are?"
　　 "I am Kael'thas Sunstrider, can you talk?"
　　 "Oh, it turned out to be His Royal Highness." Hawke lightly heard the words, but then said coldly: "I think there is nothing to talk about, Your Royal Highness."
　　 "Elton Daywalker is dead, and he died under the Phoenix banner on the ground. I need a deputy now, Crivi Windrunner is unconscious, Alleria recommended you to me."
　　 "Oh, what does the prince want me to do?" Hawke's tone was flat and could not hear the joy or anger, but his slightly trembling hand betrayed him.
　　 "I said that I need a deputy to help me in command, and I can let you take revenge." Kael'thas said calmly.
　　 Hawke sang for a moment, then stood up and saluted Kael'thas solemnly: "Anar\'belore! Former Sun Temple Ranger Captain Hawke Qingge would like to help you!"
"Okay, don't mess with these imaginary things, the frontline situation is urgent, let's go!" Kael'thas said, turned and walked out of the tent, Hawke Qingge picked up the already wiped short knife, and looked at the blue on it. With a "choking" eyes, he inserted the knife into the scabbard and walked out with the bow on his back.
　　 Troll camp, Muriel and Haian are discussing the attack.
　　 "I think it's time to inform Master Jagorakin." Muriel said to Hai'an, "The Long Ears sent the mages, and we must respond, otherwise it will be difficult to achieve greater results."
　　 "I agree with you," Hai'an looked at the rough map, "and I think we can transfer Clive and Vargas to attack with us."
　　 "I am afraid Jagorakin will not agree."
　　 "Just let Culiffe use'that'," Haian said.
　　 "But that is an act of blasphemy against ancestors!"
　　 "Don't fight, I'm afraid we won't even see our ancestors!" Haian also retorted.
　　 "Then write to Jagorakin, write down our opinions, and let him make the final decision!"
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　　 Eastern Front Battlefield, Farstrider Fortress.
　　 "Taranas, how are the casualties today?"
"It's almost the same as before. There were five wounded and two dead." Taranas replied. "But I feel that the troll on the opposite side is going to be unable to hold on anymore. Our ranger is very morale, and the rounds of battle these days are also great. Improved their fighting level."
　　 "Have you read the battle report on the west side of Taquilin?"
　　 "Already read ~EbookFREE.me~ what's your opinion?"
　　 "I think the trolls here will soon retreat without your attack. They will concentrate their forces on the front line of Taquilin, but I still can't figure it out."
　　 "What can't you figure out?"
　　 "What do they rely on to hold us back from attacking them?"
　　 Taranas also has no clue.
　　 "I don't know, but with so many years of preparation, I believe we can settle the problem soon."
　　 Aristophane nodded, thinking of the war preparations in several warehouses he had accumulated, and he became confident.
　　 "That's right, soldiers are here to stop, and water comes to cover, I don't think the trolls can do any tricks!"
　　 The outskirts of Farstrider Fortress.
　　 "My lord, we found a path around the fortress to the tomb!" said a troll scout standing in front of Clive and Vargas.
　　 "Really?" Cliff stood up abruptly.
　　 "Yes, my lord! This is a path in the northwest along the woods at the foot of the mountain. I didn't find it before because there were spiders everywhere, and we didn't investigate deeply."
"Great! Vargas, it's getting dark right away, you lead the remaining voodoo shooters to clear the way, and the priests and I will prepare sacrifices and then come!" He saw Vargas and wanted to say What, interrupt him directly, "Don't you want to go to the front line? We will definitely be transferred to the western line after this mission, so we don't have to stay in the woods to eat bugs anymore!"
　　 "Oh, my lord!" After saying this, Vargas led the still alive voodoo shooter and quickly followed the scout out of the clearing.
　　 "Priests, prepare our sacrifices and sacrificial vessels, and we will set off as soon as it gets dark!"