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After traveling for about half a day, the sounds of fighting came from afar: deafening battle cries, the loud crashing of trees, the sound of arrows slicing through the air, and the shouts of night elf guards.
The four flew to a ravaged clearing in the woods—or rather, a battlefield that had just been forcibly carved out by violent power.
The scene before my eyes was shocking:
Countless towering trees were uprooted or snapped in half, the ground was riddled with craters and scorch marks, and a group of orc warriors with dark green skin, bulging muscles, and bloodshot eyes attacked the night elves like mad beasts.
Above Ashenvale, the smoke of war was raging fiercely as a large group of tall night elves, clad in simple purple armor and wielding bows and arrows, clashed with green-skinned orcs.
Night elves are taller than humans, and although the sentinels here are all female night elves, their combat strength is in no way weaker than that of orcs!
Their arrows could easily tear through the orcs' simple leather armor, while their agile and nimble figures could easily dodge the orcs' flying axe attacks.
However, they were at a significant disadvantage in terms of numbers. There were only about 10 night elves present, while there were over a hundred orcs, including more than 60 warriors and more than 40 seemingly timid laborers. These guys were rather short and had little combat ability; they were just there to do the work.
"Sindufarana!"
"Diel fin'al!" (meaning "For justice!" or "Attack!")
"Shorel'aran!" (meaning "For our homeland!")
These words sounded familiar to Rhodes, because when playing as the Night Elf race, such phrases would sometimes pop up from time to time.
It seems the timing is perfect; the only ones fighting the night elves near Ashenvale are the Warsong Orcs.
"It's ancient Night Elf language. They say 'attack,' 'for their homeland,'" the high elf mage Caponia immediately translated for everyone.
Those who approached the battlefield were immediately spotted by both sides. The night elves were somewhat wary, assuming that Rhodes and his group were orc reinforcements.
Upon seeing Rhodes, Uther, and Gina's distinctly human faces, the green-skinned orcs immediately roared in fury.
"Damn humans, humans!"
"Kill them all, kill all these pinkies."
"Rhodes, what do we do?" Jaina asked Rhodes.
"Of course we'll fight these orcs. Do you even need to ask? They see us as enemies anyway." Rhodes showed no mercy and immediately fired a magic arrow.
Once Rhodes's strength reached 8 points, the power of his magic arrows was considerable, with an attack power exceeding 100. With a single magic arrow, four green-skinned orcs were instantly blasted into dust.
"For the Holy Light." Uther didn't hesitate at all, leaping down from the sky and transforming his massive warhammer into a giant hammer over ten meters long, smashing it down once again in the middle of the orcs, killing five or six of them.
As one of the first paladins to have participated in World War II, he would not show mercy to the greenskins, or rather, he simply did not understand the concept of showing mercy.
Jaina was somewhat helpless upon seeing this. Didn't the Prophet say that the two sides should unite? This is starting a fight right from the start.
However, the female mage was no pushover. She raised her staff and unleashed a blizzard. The princess of Kultiras had a deep-seated hatred for the orcs; her brother had died at their hands. (It's worth noting that Jaina initially attacked the orcs directly, but Medivh intervened to stop the fighting. Later, World Shaman managed to cripple her after a few words of persuasion.)
The high elf mage on the other side was much more brutal, unleashing a Flame Storm that instantly burned more than a dozen orcs to death.
To deal with these orcs, Rhode did not choose to summon the Holy Light elemental, but instead summoned the Fire elemental directly.
He then tossed the Fire Elemental Summoning Scroll to the high elf mage Kaponya, who summoned far more fire elementals than he could.
Next up was Jaina; in an instant, more than 40 fire elementals blocked the orcs' path.
As for Uther, he had already charged into the orcish ranks with the Silver Hand Warhammer in hand, unleashing a bloodbath.
Rhodes also released three withered tree guards. The appearance of the three giant treants immediately attracted the attention of more than a dozen night elves.
Chapter 117 Playful High Elves, Conservative Night Elves
The sudden arrival of powerful reinforcements greatly relieved the pressure on the struggling night elf sentinels. They stared in astonishment at the humans and high elves descending from the sky, along with the elemental creatures and colossal treants they had never heard of before. Especially striking were the three withered wooden warriors, who strode heavily and resolutely into the battlefield, wielding their battering ram-like wooden arms. Each strike shook the earth, sweeping away orc warriors attempting to besiege the sentinels. Their bark was incredibly tough; even orc battleaxes could only leave shallow marks on it.
“That’s… a tree spirit? But it feels a little different…” a sentry captain said instinctively.
"Forget about that! They're here to help us! Concentrate your firepower and take care of those green-skinned lunatics!" another experienced sentry shouted back, while simultaneously piercing the throat of an orc peon who was trying to pounce on a fire elemental with an arrow.
The battlefield situation reversed instantly.
Uther was like a golden storm, the Silver Hand warhammer in his hands becoming a manifestation of holy light. Each swing was accompanied by a holy boom, and the orc warriors struck either had their bones shattered or were burned by the holy light, letting out shrill howls.
His anti-magic armor shimmered faintly on the chaotic battlefield. Occasionally, orc shamans would attempt to throw chains of lightning or fireballs, but these would only cause ripples upon impacting the armor before vanishing without a trace, utterly unable to shake the paladin's defenses.
Jaina's blizzard covered a large area, and ice spikes fell like the Grim Reaper's scythe, freezing and tearing apart the charging orcs.
Caponia, on the other hand, was like a dancer of flames, her fiery storms raging in the most densely populated areas of the orcs, the intense heat distorting the air and the screams of agony filling the air.
The number of fire elementals she summoned far exceeded that of Rhodes; a dozen or so blazing elemental creatures roared and pounced on the enemy, igniting everything with their scorching fists and breath.
"Lord Rhodes, this summoning spell is really useful. May I have it?" The high elf mage, Caponia, quietly approached Rhodes and asked in a low voice while casting a fire spell.
“I’m sorry, madam, although you are very charming, this really won’t do.” Rhodes turned around and replied, “What are you thinking? Your prince is on loan, and you still want him?”
“Let’s make a deal, Lord Rhodes. If you ever have a lonely night when you can’t sleep, you can come to my room. I can soothe your wounded heart.” The sorceress Caponia used a high elf’s special skill.
Don't assume elves are simple-minded; in fact, high elves are far more sophisticated than humans.
"Ahem, you're joking," Rhodes said somewhat awkwardly. You're using this to test your officers, but you really can't give out the Fire Elemental Summoning Scroll; it's too important.
"I'm not joking. I've always liked men who are generous and lavish. You don't even dare to go to the princess and that little girl. I think you're really going to burst. I can help you."
And I won't cause you any trouble. After you leave my room, no one will know anything.
"And I can even find a female elven priestess to join in the fun. She can cast a Power Word: Fortitude on you, and I guarantee you'll be able to exercise all night." Actually, high elf males generally don't find human women attractive, except for one particular prince with a peculiar fetish.
High Elf women sometimes seek out one or two human male lovers, but apart from a few, they are mostly just playing around.
Because Quel'Thalas has been incredibly rich in high-level experience and has lived in peace for thousands of years, they still retain some of the entertainment activities of the Highborne.
If humans knew about these recreational activities, they would absolutely find them unbearable.
"The price is a bit high." Pah! Damn it, if you come to Azeroth and don't want to get involved with blood elves, then you haven't really come.
Countless veterans of Azeroth have lingered there, reluctant to leave the hidden garden of pleasure within the Black Temple!
In a situation where their nation was destroyed and their homes were destroyed, the high elves were still able to indulge in such extravagant activities, and even female succubi appeared. One can only imagine what the internal workings of this race were like.
It can only be said that the Windrunner sisters are the most innocent; the other high elves are all more knowledgeable and capable than the last.
Should we try negotiating the price with her first? Does the pastor's mantra really have that kind of healing effect?
“You’re trying to bargain with me? These fire elemental summons are very important to us fire mages,” the high elf mage said.
With such powerful fire elementals summoned, they no longer need the protection of melee classes. With such powerful summoned creatures, mages have a strong ability to survive.
No wonder His Highness wanted this magic scroll! As one of the top fire mages in the entire world of Azeroth, he naturally knew all too well the benefits of such summons.
“This isn’t mine; it belongs to the Titan Guardians. And if it’s only for one time, this isn’t really appropriate for you,” Rhodes said.
Although the temptation was great, Rhodes said that his faith was firm.
"Tch! I've lived for over a thousand years. I know what you're thinking just by the way you look at me." The female elf bluntly exposed Rhodes.
Actually, if this kid wanted to, he could easily win over those two human girls. She waits every day to see the show, but he just doesn't do anything, which leaves her speechless.
"I'll lend it to you for two days at most to study."
"Three days. You also need to tell us how to use the Holy Light element." There are many priests in Quel'Thalas.
"make a deal."
After Rhodes finished his secret conversation with the female elf, his spells became more precise and efficient, his eyes flashed like lightning, and he continuously released magical arrows from his hands.
Each blinding blast of magical energy precisely targeted the orc leaders or warriors who appeared the strongest or were attempting to mount a counterattack.
With each flash of light, a threatening greenskin warrior was reduced to charcoal, while simultaneously directing fire elementals and withered wood warriors to tactically maneuver and divide and surround the remaining orcs.
The high elf mage was also very active, casting several fireballs at the orcs opposite her. The two were talking very discreetly, and everyone else was focused on the battle, completely unaware of this dirty deal.
The orcs' rage began to crumble in the face of overwhelming power; their pride in brute force seemed laughable under the heavy blows of the withered warriors and the scorching fire of the fire elementals; their fearless charges turned into suicide in the face of Uther's impenetrable defense and Jaina and Caponera's devastating area-of-effect magic.
When the last orc warrior, his eyes bloodshot and roaring with resentment, had his head smashed by Uther's hammer, the battlefield finally fell silent. Hundreds of orcs had been wiped out, with only two or three peons screaming and running away.
After the battle ended, the night elves watched Rhodes and the others warily, their bows and arrows still in their hands, though they didn't aim them.
"Who...are you?" the Sentinel Captain, a tall female night elf with fresh claw marks on her face, asked in broken but clear Common.
Her gaze shifted between Rhodes and Uther, finally settling on Rhodes, who appeared to be the leader.
"Humans? High Elves? And... these allies of nature?"
“Are you all alright, fellow Kaldorei? I am Sindorei, from another continent,” Caponia asked as she stepped forward.
"You come from another continent! What is the relationship between Dath'Remar Sunstrider and you?" Although their appearances have changed somewhat, their aura is unmistakable; many of the night elves participated in the war ten thousand years ago.
"That was our great first king, the founder of Quel'Thalas."
The dozen or so night elf sentinels in front of them nodded to each other upon hearing this. As they had expected, they were indeed descendants of the Highborne.
He overheard the conversation between the female mage and the human perfectly clearly; never underestimate a sentry's ears.
That kind of unrestrained personality, and those secretive party activities, are only found among the Highborne mages. It seems they passed those vices on to their descendants.
What a disgrace! They don't even spare other races. In fact, the night elves don't have much affection for these high elves.
However, since they had saved him, he couldn't be too harsh in his tone. He should first find out why they had come back.
"The forest does not welcome you who study magic. You have been expelled from the night elf tribe. Why have you come back?" the sentry captain asked.
“Actually, we didn’t want to come either, but now we’re in big trouble. Didn’t you feel the power emanating from those orcs just now?” Caponia said, pointing to the orc warrior lying on the ground.
“That green skin, doesn’t it look familiar to you? Your race should remember that smell vividly.” Rhodes stepped forward and said.
“It does give off a familiar feeling; that green is full of ominousness and evil,” several female sentries said.
"To tell you the truth, the Burning Legion has once again set its sights on our world, and the mighty Archimonde has been summoned anew."
"We've come to warn you. The night elves must prepare for battle. The Burning Legion is back," Rhodes said with a sigh.
"What did you say! The Burning Legion! You're not kidding, are you?" The night elf sentinel captain in front of him immediately widened his eyes and said in disbelief.
The word "Burning Legion" is a taboo among their race; it represents a nightmare from ten thousand years ago, the collapse of the Night Elf Empire.
“I’m not kidding. The Burning Legion has been eyeing our world for decades. These orcs are their vanguard, a race from another world corrupted by their demonic blood,” Rhodes said.
"Is what you said true?"
“You can take these orc corpses with you and then take me to see the demigod Cenarius,” Rhodes said.
Chapter 118 Completely dumbfounded, it's been ten thousand years! My disciple
The female sentinels were pale, their fingers trembling slightly as they gripped their bows and arrows. The horrific memories of ten thousand years ago were like a brand etched deep into their souls, enough to send chills down the spines of any Kaldorei, even after such a long period of time.