Chapter 69: Aristophanes' Troll Warfare (6)

Early the next morning, Taranas and others found that the troll camp was boiling. A line of trolls walked out of the camp in a neat line and began to launch a wave of waves toward the line set by Kael'thas. attack.
Kael'thas was not to be outdone either. Perhaps he knew that the trolls had reached the limit, or there might be portals. There was little pressure on logistics supplies. Kael'thas no longer spared the magic power of the mage army, but chose to use various large War spells cover the forward positions.
　　 Kael'thas even released two super large-scale flame storms in one breath, and the blazing arcane flame swallowed at least one hundred troll warriors.
　　 However, the trolls seem to know that this is the final battle. If they don’t break through, they will face encirclement and annihilation. Therefore, they face the frost, bypass the flames, and rush to the Elf defense line with screams.
　　 The priests are also praying with all their strength. The four Loa figures on the repaired altar are more solid and agile, and they send out more blessings to the troll warriors.
　　 The cruel battle started in the morning and continued until the sun was shining, and the trolls finally retreated.
　　 Kael'thas took a sigh of relief, but he didn't feel relaxed, instead the magic core in his body was aching, which is a typical end of excessive consumption of magic.
　　 Even he felt that his magic power was consumed too much, not to mention the wizards under his hand, some of the wizards even hadn't taken care of the sequelae, and drank two consecutive rounds of magic power recovery potions.
　　 "Cahill, is the agreed time coming soon?"
　　 The elf mage standing next to Kael'thas had just poured a bottle of healing potion, and was sorting out the agitation in his body. After hearing the question, he immediately replied: "The agreed attack time is this evening, but at the speed of the Crevi Windrunner, they should have reached the predetermined position by this time."
　　 "Get ready to attack the signal!"
　　 Cahill was right, at this time Crivi Windrunner had led a thousand rangers to the west of the troll camp.
　　 "Chief, look west!"
　　 At this time, Jagorakin on the altar also saw the faint elven banner in the west of the camp. He knew that the most dangerous time had come.
"The spirit of the wild bear, the spirit of the dragon eagle, the spirit of the eagle, the spirit of the lynx! Listen to my prayers, listen to the call of your most loyal believers, and give us and your loyal believers precious blessings!" Gagora Jin prayed to the totem pole, and the four chief priests including Culiffe also muttered words. They began to be surrounded by flames and lightning, and their physical strength and agility increased rapidly.
　　 "Go, Cliff, Muriel, Vargas, Haian! Open the road, and I will follow you! For Zou Aman!" Gagolarkin ordered, looking at a few people who were obviously enlarged.
　　 A few trolls did not speak much. They looked at the chief on the altar and Loa who was watching them. They raised their short hammers and staff, and shouted, "For Zuaman!"
　　 The trolls were inspired again, and after several troll priests arranged their team, they all rushed out of the camp.
Jagorakin felt a little when he left the altar. He turned his head and looked at the top of the totem pole, and found that there seemed to be a troll sitting faintly there, but when he wanted to observe carefully, the troll disappeared again, as if Never existed.
　　 "His Royal Highness, the trolls are here again!" The ranger who watched the troll camp at the forefront blew the horn of the troll's attack. Cahill was suddenly startled and immediately jumped from the ground.
　　 "Cahill, send a signal!" Kael'thas stared at the troll rushing out of the camp and ordered immediately.
　　 "But your Royal Highness, Crevy Windrunner is not necessarily..."
　　 "It's too late!" Kael'thas said, "The trolls are already out, and he must attack immediately!"
　　 Cahill immediately released three red magic missiles, controlling them to explode in the air, which was extremely conspicuous against the blue sky.
　　 "Commander, look!" The Krivi Windrunner who had just arrived was reminded by Hawke's light song and raised his head. However, when he saw the three exploded missiles, he immediately ordered the whole army to attack!
　　 Although the rangers who had just arrived hadn't had a good rest, they rushed to the rudimentary troll camp.
　　 In addition to Crevy's team, Aristophanes and others also saw Kael'thas signal.
　　 "Let's go!" Taranas and Lor'themar led the Windrunner rangers who lined up with two arrows to rush out from the edge of the woods and went straight to the troll.
　　 At this time, Kael'thas was already fighting with Clive and Muriel, and Haian and Vargas saw Taranas and others in the middle of the raid team immediately led a group of trolls to greet them.
　　 There was chaos on the battlefield, with figures of trolls and elves fighting everywhere.
　　 Aristophanes was also in the raid on the troll team, Alleria followed him, eagerly looking at the troll ahead.
"Take care of yourself, Ole." After speaking, he left the assault force in a flash, stood alone on the side of the battlefield, facing the rushing troll team, and everyone on the battlefield saw a grand Lightning Spell Exhibition:
Aristophan took the staff in his hand, "Lightning storm!" The overwhelming electric rain covered the field in front of him with the waving of his staff, and then three lightning snake heads broke out of the ground, spewing plasma balls, and then It is the flashing meteorites that fell from the sky one after another and hit the trolls in the lightning storm. The trolls close to him were also divided by the flashing sharp blades, and the spewing blood was instantly evaporated by the current surrounding Aristophanes. , Did not hurt him at all.
The movement of his spells was so great that not only Taranas and others, who were close to him, saw the troll chief Jagorakin in the camp, and Krivi who had just entered the camp~EbookFREE.me~ even Kael'thas and others in the northeast also stopped fighting, looking at the direction of the lightning and thunder in surprise.
　　 "Come on, kill them all in the name of the Farstriders!" Taranas shouted, and then the rangers following him quickly shot a shower of arrows, and the troll team in front of him instantly became empty.
　　 Walgas and Hai'an also reacted, "Rush up, entangle them and fight with them!"
　　 Walgas took the lead. After dodge two arrows, he waved the spear in his hand to meet the old opponent Lor'themar Theron, while Haian waved his staff to meet Taranas.
The battle between Lorthemar Theron and Vargas was not unthrilling: one of them was well-equipped, two knives flying up and down to the point of the troll; the other was blessed by the of Loa with a powerful spear Tigers live in the wind, and they move straight to the joints of the elves.
　　 The two exchanged a dozen moves in an instant, and no one could do anything else. They all knew that the elves/trolls in front of them were very powerful, and became more careful, as other elves and trolls bypassed their battlefield.
　　 However, the Farstriders were suppressed by the trolls led by Haian and Vargas. Although they were better equipped, the trolls had high morale, were not afraid of injury, and had more numbers than the Farstriders.
　　 Aristophane looked at the chaotic battlefield, trying to find a place where he could cast spells, but there were staggered battlefields everywhere. If you don't want to accidentally get hurt, you can only abandon those large-scale war spells, but melee bombing.
　　 He immediately changed the battle plan, changing the armor spells on his body from the power of the storm to the original force armor, and at the same time activated the body armor that had been prepared for completion, and the entire person's surface was covered with a layer of crystal clear diamond skin.
　　 He took a deep breath, preparing for the next stage of attack.