Rune Stone

Being targeted, Zul'ra had an aura a long time ago. He can sense everything around him through this aura. However, there are many people on the battlefield and the aura is extremely chaotic. But at this moment, he is so sensitive that he feels that someone is aiming at him. From the top of the temple spire, he aims at his throat, and the tip of the arrow will go straight into the neck bone. 🎉ൠ 🐤👤

For a moment, Zul'ra didn't bother to raise his head to look at the guy above who was aiming at him. He subconsciously raised his left hand to cover his throat, and tried his best to move his body slightly to the left. With a whoosh, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and was pierced by a black feather arrow.

"..." Zul'ra looked at the black arrow that pierced his arm, then looked up at the figure standing on the temple spire, and saw that it was Elves. His back was to the sun, his eyes were shining with ice-blue light, he was holding a hardwood bow in his hand, a pot of arrows hanging on his waist, and a two-handed sword on his back.

"..." Elves The shooter looked down at the tall Trolls who was looking up at him. His eyes with cold light moved slightly. From the pupils of this Trolls, he saw some light.

Before he could understand what was going on, Elves shooter's eyebrows jumped. He saw the ground cracking under Elves's feet, and a stone as big as a baby floated out of thin air, and then shot towards him.

There was a muffled sound, and the Elves shooter who could not react was hit in the face by a solid rock, and fell directly from the top of the temple tower. After Zul'ra knocked down the condescending enemy, he stretched out his hand and waved slightly, and the cracked rocks on the ground beneath his feet floated out of thin air. With his wave, they flew out and knocked down a piece of Undead.

"Let's go!" Zul'ra held the cane tightly in his left hand, and used the blade of the sword in his right hand to cut off the sword arrow that had penetrated the wrist. He then pulled out the arrow shaft and threw it down, letting the woman Elves and others who were supporting the injured go first. Then, the hands holding the sword and staff were slightly closed. The ground in front of the round arch in the courtyard gradually rose, and the flat rocks on the ground blocked the pavilion.

"Zul'ra Jin." A weak voice came. Zul'ra blocked the courtyard and turned around to look. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. The commander being supported by the female Elves turned out to be Lirath. It seemed that when he shouted just now, it was indeed Lirath. No, the battlefield was too chaotic.

"Break out, break out, go to Goldenmist Village in the west." Lirath had an arrow stuck in his back and looked extremely haggard.

"The arrow you were hit..." Zul'ra looked at Lirath's expression and couldn't help but glance at the healed scar on his wrist. He stepped forward and asked the female Elves to support him, then walked around behind him to see where the arrow was. He was really lucky and missed the heart and lungs. Moreover, the style of this arrow was very familiar, and it seemed to be the same as the one he was hit with.

"Ah!" Lirath was about to speak and urge Trolls to break out and evacuate quickly, but he felt a sharp pain on his back. The arrow inserted in the armor was pulled out by the opponent, just like the cork of a red wine bottle. He felt the blood in his body spurted out like red wine and flowed down from the lining of the armor. However, he felt much better, but his head was so dizzy.

"Fortunately, the arrow was not left inside, which is good luck, but the arrow seems to be... well preserved." Zul'ra handed the bloody arrow to the female Elves who was supporting Lirath, and then released some healing energy to his wound, and then opened his mouth to urge many Elves to follow Trolls on the road to retreat.

"Go, retreat, retreat to Goldenmist Village, it's really troublesome, let's go." Zul'ra asked the Elvess to retreat, but looking at the woman Elves who was struggling to support Lirath, she stepped forward and grabbed the unconscious Windrunner and threw her on her back, and then urged her to leave.

It didn't take much effort to break through the Undead formation and rush into the temple. It also didn't take much effort when Zul'ra carried one person on his back to fight out. After all, in addition to the five hundred Trolls, there were three to four hundred more Elves, which was always a very considerable amount of combat power. Maintaining the formation, those Undead soldiers were vulnerable to a single blow.

Under the leadership of the Elvess, Zul'ra led his men out of the Undead sea of Andalos, but the Undeads did not pursue it. When they successfully broke through the Andalos and destroyed the device inside, their mission was completed.

"Trolls." The broken arrow in the courtyard was picked up by one hand. Elves The archer looked at the blood on the arrow with a stiff smile on his cold face.

"Koltira, just now, I saw your brother on the battlefield." Death Knight, who was dressed in heavy plate armor, with sharp steel spikes flashing on his shoulder pads, and a pair of big swords on his back, walked out of the skeleton and looked at Elves shooter with his eyes pierced by bat wing tattoos and shining with purple-black cold light.

"Then why didn't you kill him?" Koltira looked at Antalas, the leader of the attack, and killed his own Death Knight Thassarian with emotionless eyes.

"I quite thought you would kill him, but the appearance of those Trolls was really beyond my expectation. I have already asked someone to report this matter to His Majesty Arthas." Thassarian looked calm. His mission was not explicitly to kill Koltira's brother.

"Oh!" Koltira turned his gaze back, looking at the broken arrow in his hand without saying a word, as if he was attracted to him.

"Let's go! It's time for us to report to His Majesty Arthas. He may have passed through Elrendar Bridge now." Thassarian greeted Koltira and left.

Contrary to Thassarian's guess, Arthas was stopped. He and his army were stopped on the bank of the Elrendar River. Because the bridge on the Elrendar River was blown up by Sylvanas, the ranger admiral deployed defensive positions on the north bank of the Elrendar River.

"It's really interesting, a tenacious woman, but a little annoying." Arthas sat on Invincible's horse, holding the urn, and watched Undead crossing the ice of the Elrendar River to fight on the other side. The biggest obstacle in his expectation was solved, and he should have been unimpeded all the way, but it turned out that a female Elves blocked him.

"Your Majesty, our army in Andalos was attacked by Trolls." The acolyte walked quickly across the field, came to the skeleton horse and said to Arthas.

"But Ban'dinoriel has disappeared, hasn't it?" Arthas looked at the battle on the other side of the river calmly.

"If the war drags on, those Elvess will most likely be able to repair the barrier." The acolyte said cautiously. Hearing this, Arthass lowered their eyes slightly and listened to the sound as thin as a mosquito's moan in their ears.

"Don't let those Elves have this opportunity. Go to the northwest, where there is a valley guarded by tree people and Elves. There is a piece of Rune Stone in it. Find and destroy it. Ban'dinoriel will be irreparable." If you speak softly, only Arthas can hear it.

"Go, send people to the northwest, look for a valley where there is a tree man and Rune Stone guarding Elves, destroy him." Arthas listened to the words in his ears, raised his head and ordered Death Knight behind him.