Chapter 403 The Flames of the Eversong Forest

The sound of Zul'jin hitting the arcane guard was so loud that the whole earth seemed to make a sound of pain at that moment, however, this was the last sound of battle on the battlefield.

Except for a very small number of powerful trolls who had been strengthened by the storm altar and used the power of the wind to fly over the huge scar of the earth, 99% of the trolls were left behind.

In the huge gap, there was still the troll's painful groan. It is conceivable that not too many trolls will survive, nor too few. The extremely strong vitality of the trolls is destined to heal themselves perfectly as long as their heads and hearts are not destroyed.

It doesn't matter, the trolls in the cracks have nowhere to escape, and what awaits them after they climb up must be the punishment of death.

Duke used [Slow Falling Technique] to float down from the top of the city lightly, landed in front of Kael'thas accurately, and stretched out his hand to the elf prince.

"Congratulations, Your Highness Kael'thas. This is a perfect counterattack! It seems that I can save my men hundreds of kilometers from running." Duke said loudly, his voice was so loud that hundreds of people around could hear him clearly clearly.

If before the war with the Horde, the elves had such a gorgeous record of killing hundreds of people in exchange for the destruction of 50,000 trolls, the high elves would definitely show Duke what a "high" is.

That kind of superior and arrogant temper can't be suppressed at all.

Anyone with a little brain now knows that this is purely Duke's last fig leaf for the glory of the high elves. A day ago, the high elves who were beaten into dogs huddled in their main city, and even the last magical defense circle was cracked by the tribe. If a girl in thin clothes was helplessly waiting in the corner for the final ravage of the enemy.

Duke made his debut.

The majestic power of retreating thousands of troops with one banner told the high elves the changes in the outside world, and also told him how amazing Duke's ferocity was.

If Duke hadn't scared off the main force of the tribe with orcs as the core, could the elves have beaten the trolls for revenge?

If the siege was not resolved as soon as possible, how could those elf soldiers and civilians who were scattered throughout the Eversong Forest and temporarily hid escaped the troll's ferocious extermination action?

What's more, after losing 70,000 troops, the elf's waist can no longer straighten up.

Kael'thas was also straightforward, bowing to Duke on the spot: "No, no, no, it's all thanks to Duke's full support that we were able to cross the gates of hell and return to this world."

Duke knows how to be a man, and Kael'thas knows how to be a man. Naturally, the host and guest enjoyed themselves for a while.

Next, clean up the battlefield and mop up those scattered trolls. Apart from sending out a large number of demon spirits, Duke has nothing to do with Duke.

The huge crack created by the rune stone circle is nearly forty meters deep. This is a very terrifying height for mortals, and most of the trolls who were forced to fall by the flames fell to their deaths. There are still many trolls who escaped death because they fell on the bodies of their companions.

Of course, the elves would not let them go. Under Du's instigation, they poured kerosene and the like into it, and burned all the living ones with a torch. The troll's healing power is useless in front of Lie Yan (raging flames).

In fact, Duke really wanted the elves to attack and destroy the elite Orgrim in Quel'Thalas. It's a pity that the high-level elves complained on the surface that the loss was too heavy and that the troops were not enough to maintain domestic law and order, but in fact most of them were scared out of their wits.

Didn't you see that the Wildhammer dwarves came out in full force, all of them ran out?

The elf would not move.

Duke still has to move, even if it's not suitable for a decisive battle with Orgrim now, at least don't let him mess around.

Duke beckoned Kurdran Wildhammer to lead his order of Griffin Knights, and pursued in the direction of the Horde's retreat.

"Wait! I'll go too!" Alleria whistled, and while Duke and the dwarves were stunned, a group of rangers stepped on the back of the griffin.

"Damn! What if there is a fight?" Kurdran protested loudly.

"Then please throw us near the canopy of the tree. There are no Windrunner rangers who fell to their deaths in the forest!" Sylvanas shouted.

Alleria hugged Duke's waist from behind: "Thank you for solving the troll crisis, but for some reason, I'm a little worried about what Orgrim will do."

That's exactly what worries Duke.

Like a negative dog running away with its tail between its legs, that's not the style of an orc.

The speed of the Griffon is very fast, and it is not a problem to soar at full speed and fly at a speed of 70 to 80 kilometers per hour. Of course, considering the Griffin's stamina and food supply, it is ideal to fly at a speed of 60 kilometers per hour. If the Griffon is really going to be at full speed, at least a whole cow will be needed to make up for it later.

Where to find a thousand cows in Quel'Thalas...

In the evening of the same day, seeing the light reaching the sky in the distance, the worst budget in Duke's mind appeared - the Yongsong forest fire!

It is midsummer, the season when forest fires are most likely to occur. Looking from a distance, dozens of fires erupted from the southern part of Eversong Forest. Obviously, this is not a natural fire at all.

"Orgrim, you bastard!" Alleria's pretty face was covered with tears within a few breaths of anger and sadness. Not only him, but all the elves in Duke's vision showed expressions of grief and indignation.

Duke fell silent.

As a traveler from the metropolis, he may never learn the ranger's love for nature. They also couldn't comprehend their grief as if they had lost their loved ones after the forest burned.

Apparently, the Horde looked pretty clean after falling out with the trolls last night. But after Orgrim let the Horde march out of Eversong Forest, he set fire directly to the direction of the wind.

The denser places are obviously masterpieces of wolf cavalry, and it can be seen that the fires are denser.

A little less, if you guessed right, it is the masterpiece of Zuluhed's red dragon.

Billowing flames swept across the front of the forest like huge waves. The intense heat evaporated every trace of moisture in an instant, making the forest scene sway like a mirage under the setting sun.

There are many black dots moving back and forth in the sky, spewing out one long bright light after another - no need to guess, they are flying dragons.

Although the lush and verdant Eversong Forest never lacked rainfall in summer, the trees had just been soaked by the rain, but they were scorched and turned into ashes by the blazing and high-temperature dragon's breath in an instant.

The thick black smoke that came out began to block the sun as the night fell.

The flames showed no sign of stopping, and the hot summer wind swept the trees farther away. Although it would not destroy them instantly, it was enough to make them burn. The fire spread endlessly in all directions, sweeping one tree after another, like a plague spreading at a high speed.