Chapitre 381: Chapter 381: High Elves in Desperate Straits
Yes! The trolls used their hook-like fingers, large palms, and strong arms to tear the flesh off the elves piece by piece.
Accompanied by endless cries of despair and pain, were the trolls' distorted, hearty laughter.
The beautifully crafted armor could not withstand a single blow from the orcs' heavy weapons.
The magnificent magic could not eliminate the enemies that came like a tide. The mages, in great fear, ripped open their own magic robes, hoping to run faster.
Kael'thas even heard a noble elven female mage begging a hippogryph rider to take her with him, even willing to give up everything for it. But all she got was a sneer of indifference and selfishness.
Kael'thas did not retreat immediately. He stirred up all his magic circuits and madly threw fireballs at the densest part of the battlefield.
As a Moon Mage, his power was quite astonishing when he went all out.
The continuous fireballs formed a small band of fire, blocking a considerable part of the orc's attack.
If it were in the past, Kael'thas's actions would have earned him a full round of applause.
But there was no cheering, no praise. Not a single elf that Kael'thas saved dared to look up at their prince. They all lowered their heads and ran as fast as they could.
However, when a larger two-headed ogre mage appeared and used his magic power, which was not inferior to Kael'thas's, to fight against Kael'thas, the situation took a turn for the worse.
On this day, the proud high elves had the myth of the invincible two-headed ogre mage imprinted in their hearts for the first time.
Faster casting speed, higher elemental particle density, and more perfect coordination. Fighting against a two-headed ogre mage felt no different from fighting against a seasoned mage squad of the same level.
"Your Highness! Go!" Star Mage Capernia used her fire magic to share Kael'thas's burden, and Lord Sagunar, who had rushed back from the front line, dragged Kael'thas away with his strong arms.
Kael'thas didn't want to go. He wanted to be the one to cover the retreat.
But everything was over.
His army was collapsing like a mountain.
In the distance, on the black land scorched by the great fire, the pale stone limbs of the mountain giants were scattered all over the place. These guardians of the elves, who were always looked up to and had huge bodies, were now lying in the middle of the battlefield, as if they were asleep.
The sleeping mountain giants were no different from a small hill.
Kael'thas knew that it had fallen into eternal sleep.
He recognized this mountain giant. When he was very young, when he was officially declared as the heir by his father, his father personally woke up this giant named 'Tiny'. He still remembered how gentle Tiny was, it even didn't want to disturb the birds nesting on it. It wasn't until the elves had moved all the bird nests that Tiny was happy to carry him around the edge of the Eversong Woods.
He still remembered, standing on Tiny, how arrogant he was as a child.
He told himself 'I will become the king of this land, and Tiny is my moving castle!' At that time, Tiny felt so strong, so invincible.
But now, Tiny, after being attacked countless times by several huge and ferocious Gronn with their iron-covered claws, had finally lost all its vitality and breath. Tiny was no longer a powerful elemental creature, it had returned to the origin of Mother Earth and became a pile of... rocks again.
Mountain Giant Tiny...
"No——" Kael'thas cried.
Even though the Eastern Sanctuary was right behind him, a mere two kilometers away, a distance that would have been a leisurely stroll in the past. But this short distance was now filled with high elves.
On the battlefield, Orgrim Doomhammer rode his tall war wolf and found Zul'jin, who was covered in blood.
"Zul'jin! How does it feel to be a brother of the orcs? Hahaha!" Orgrim laughed heartily.
Zul'jin, covered in blood, extended his long tongue and licked the elf flesh on his tusks, revealing a grin of extreme satisfaction: "The taste of revenge is wonderful! My Warchief, but it's not enough! This is not enough to vent the six thousand years of resentment of the Amani Empire! Only the destruction of Silvermoon City and the extinction of the high elves can let the countless angry troll souls rest."
Orgrim slapped Zul'jin on the shoulder: "Then what are we waiting for! Keep up! If you run slow, don't complain that the orcs didn't leave you any live elves. Hahaha!"
Watching Orgrim's back, Zul'jin showed a rare expression of admiration. He whistled, called his raptor mount, and hurried to catch up.
Prince Kael'thas was just a step away from dying for his country.
Just before reaching the magical defense range of the Eastern Sanctuary, he was caught up by the Horde heroes led by Gul'dan.
Kargath Bladefist, the chieftain of the Shattered Hand clan, who was teleported by Gul'dan, used his frenzied and rapid slashes to beat Sagunar into a pulp.
Gul'dan took advantage of his two-headed combo, easily suppressing Kael'thas alone.
Zuluhed the Whacked, the chieftain of the Dragonmaw clan, single-handedly suppressed the two Star Mages, Capernia and Solanrian.
Saladriel, under Kael'thas, was beaten by a Blackrock clan Blademaster until he was down and out, and his death was just a matter of time.
Just then, the arrows came!
The mysterious and shadowless Wind Arrows.
The domineering Thunder Arrows.
Two completely different feelings of arrows, clearly only from the hands of two elven rangers in green cloaks, but it felt as if two archer legions had been called. That overwhelming pressure made the Horde heroes feel suffocated.
An orc handler tried to command a Gronn to attack the two elves. Who knew that with just one arrow, the huge Gronn's head and the handler's head on its back were both blown up by a single arrow. The scene of two heads, one large and one small, bursting like rotten watermelons, was shocking.
You have to know, the archer was still three hundred meters away!
"Your Highness! Please retreat!" It was the voice of Alleria Windrunner.
Kael'thas, in shame, took his companions and fled with his tail between his legs. Although he left a "Thank you", it could not hide his embarrassment.
That night, the Horde used a giant metal wheel as a siege vehicle, which was seven stories high. It withstood the bombardment of the magical device on the sanctuary, forcibly bringing the battle into close combat. After three hours of fighting, the Eastern Sanctuary line fell.
The next day, when Kael'thas fled back to Silvermoon City, the smug Council faction thought they had finally found an opportunity to attack the royal family. On one hand, they accused Kael'thas of poor command, leading to the death of twenty thousand 'elite' high elves, on the other hand, they issued a motion to limit royal power, and announced that the 'Pillars of the High Elves', composed of the private soldiers and high-ranking mages of the council's lords, would personally annihilate the invaders in the Eversong Woods.
However...
A day later, the bad news of the annihilation of the forty thousand elf army arrived.
The high elves were in desperate straits!
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone