Chapter 13: Farstrider Camp

Chapter 13 Farstrider Camp

This time Cirvanas took away 300 rangers, accounting for a quarter of the total number of rangers. With the addition of more than 100 long-distance travellers, the strength is really not weak.

The Amani trolls have been suppressed by the high elves in Zul'Aman in recent years. Their number is even more tragic than the high elves, and their total population does not exceed 10,000.

However, the ratio of trolls to professionals is very high, basically reaching 10 to 1. Only these trolls dare to use this kind of militaristic method.

They launch an invasion every year to consume their excess population, and grab some resources from the high elves by the way. The gathering of more than 700 trolls this time is already a rare feat in recent years.

The trolls attacking the Temple of the Sun are the main force, with a total of about 500 people. There is no shortage of spellcasters such as sorcerers and witch doctors, and there are also many other headhunters and warriors.

There were only more than 200 people who attacked the Far Traveler's camp, and most of them were the cheapest fighters among the trolls, but these fighters made Charlemagne very jealous.

‘Tsk, if we have so many fighters in the front row, what kind of guerrilla are we going to fight, wouldn’t it be better to just stand up? '

Although the troll warriors are poorly equipped, their tall and strong bodies are obviously much more eye-catching than the slightly thinner high elves.

Under the leadership of Cirvanas, the group bypassed the group of trolls blocking the door and entered the Farstrider camp.

In the camp, an elf dressed as a ranger with gray temples was the first to stand up to greet Cirvanas' return.

"Captain Sylvanas, you are back, has General Li Reza arrived?"

"Well, Mother has already led the main force to guard the Temple of the Sun, and I brought some people back to help defend."

"Commander Scran, nothing major happened here in the camp, right? What's the trend of the trolls?"

"Fortunately, the troll has not moved since you left, and seems to have sensed the arrival of reinforcements."

From Sylvanas' address, Charlemagne learned that the ranger with signs of aging in front of him was the acting leader of the Farstrider, Sclan.

While Cirvanas and Sclan were exchanging information, Charlemagne and Yawen skillfully settled down the rangers, including 5 mages and 8 priests.

The leader of the mage team this time is none other than the young master Xiao En. Although he looked very unhappy along the way, he didn't complain on the road after being reprimanded by Lianda before departure.

After Liadrin settled down, she brought the 7 priests under her to work quickly. In the previous battle, many of the Farstrider rangers were wounded. Taking advantage of this opportunity, these priests used the Holy Light as their weapon. They heal the wound.

The bright energy of the holy light is very effective in treating trauma. It didn't take long for most of the travelers to remove the bandages on their bodies and move their bodies with ease.

However, the overbearing healing effect of the holy light is helpless for internal injuries. Liadrin said that some long-distance travellers who were sucked out of internal injuries by the blunt weapon of the troll can only temporarily relieve their pain. They need to retreat from the front line and take a good rest .

"I also told them to return to Silvermoon City to recuperate, but none of these guys are willing to leave, saying that they must wait until reinforcements arrive, hey..."

Sklan also ended his communication with Cirvanas at this time and came to the wounded barracks. He felt a headache and was proud of these young men lying on the makeshift hospital beds.

Yawen smiled and stepped forward to fight with Sclan.

"Old man, you are still alive, don't you think about retirement?"

Sklan shook his head helplessly, "I think so too, old buddy, but the Far Travelers have not been able to find a suitable new commander for the time being. We also suffered heavy losses in the last battle. Now is the time when we can't take over..."

Although the two belonged to different troops, the two sides have joined forces to fight against the enemy many times for thousands of years, so the relationship between veteran rangers will not be bad.

Yawen laughed and patted Charlemagne's shoulder beside him.

"Haha, let me introduce you to a good guy. This guy is Chief Sigma's son Charlemagne. He doesn't want to stay in the ranger army and wants to join the Farstrider with the general's eldest daughter."

Scran's eyes lit up when he heard Yawen's words, "Oh? The eldest son of the Theron family? And that girl, Aurelia, is also planning to officially join us? That's great, now I'm not afraid that no one will lead the Far Traveler Already!"

He had heard about the two from his old friends a long time ago, Charlemagne Theron, who was amazingly talented, and Aurelia Windrunner, who had long intended to join the Farstrider. The best candidate for walkers.

Charlemagne politely stretched out his hand to touch his chest and performed a greeting ceremony for the high elves.

"Hello Commander Sclan, I've heard Uncle Yawen talk about you before, if you don't dislike me, I will transfer to the Far Traveler after this battle."

"Haha, good! Great, I will always wait for you!"

Sklan let out a hearty laugh in relief, and patted Charlemagne on the shoulder vigorously.

The fact that the Farstrider has no successor has been weighing on his mind. This old ranger who has fought for a lifetime as a high elf has been looking forward to the appearance of a heavyweight newcomer, and this time he finally got his wish.

The ambush 10 years ago caused a lot of losses to the long-distance travellers who cooperated in the battle. The previous commander and the successor trained as the next commander also died in battle.

Although some new recruits were carried out after the war, but now the Far Traveler can't find a high-level ranger other than himself, and the strongest is only an intermediate-level high-level ranger, and he is too old. There is no further hope.

After venting happily, Sclan looked around suspiciously.

"By the way, where is Aurelia girl? Didn't she come to participate in this battle?"

Yawen interjected to explain, "The eldest lady, as the **** of the envoy, accompanied Prince Kael'thas to congratulate the birth of the little prince of the Stormwind Kingdom. She is not in Quel'Thalas now."

Although Yawen guessed what his general thought, but he didn't intend to tell Sclan, who was an outsider, he just told the reason why Aurelia went out on the surface.

Fortunately, Sklan didn't delve into it, and said with a generous smile, "Haha, that's the case, then wait for her to come back and discuss with Charlemagne who will succeed you as the leader. I can finally retire and enjoy my old age."

"Hehe, what are you talking about, they are about to become a couple."

When Yawen faced his old friend, a rare playful smile appeared on his usually serious and steady face.

"Oh? What's the situation, tell me!"

Sklan immediately became interested when he heard this heavyweight gossip, and hugged Yawen's shoulders, and the two started whispering in a low voice, and even let out a few obscene laughter from time to time.

"snort!"

Looking at the two elders who were shoulder-to-shoulder and Charlemagne with an embarrassed expression beside him, Cirvanas, who was standing against the wall, couldn't help but snorted coldly.

‘Aurelia, what are you thinking…’

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