Confidence

The combat plan is relatively complicated, at least in the eyes of Trolls. Zul'ra had to give instructions to Malacrass and while describing the combat mission. Maki Pay attention to the discipline of the troops. When facing the enemy, you can ambush a wave. Pay attention to the enemy's strength and retreat selectively. Choose to fight or retreat depending on the situation. Pay attention to the harrier and eagle joint messages.]|I{•------» «------•}I|[

In fact, Zul'ra initially thought of encircling the point for reinforcements, but because he didn't know the strength of Elves and it was his first time to command a battle, he chose to be conservative in tactics. He first implemented attrition and lure, and concentrated them to the southeast of Sunscar Peak, which was outside Battleaxe Ridge. He had an absolute home field advantage.

It was the first time to command a battle. Zul'ra couldn't help but nag a little, pay attention to discipline, and use the enemy's psychology when fighting. However, both Maki and Malacrass listened solemnly. After he finished speaking, he thought for a while and asked some questions before leaving. The two of them will lead the army to the battlefield tonight.

"Will I succeed?" Zul'ra looked at Maki and Malacrass leaving, and couldn't help but ask Lostro.

"Are you confident?" Lostro asked, moving his fangs.

"Of course." Zul'ra raised his head, he couldn't live without it.

In the silent night, Greenwood Army and Red-Brow Army left in batches along Amani Path. They were expected to arrive at the battlefield in the morning and afternoon of the next day. After they left, the sky began to light up, and Lostro immediately assigned a town to surround the Elves temple outside Battleaxe Ridge.

The name of Elves's temple is Anowien. It is built on an empty valley highland from the Thalas Mountains to Battleaxe Ridge. The red pointed roof pillars of the temple are shining with Arcane light. Relying on the steep mountains on both sides and behind, this temple is a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, but it is not so easy to escape from this place.

Lostro sent a town, and those Elves were also very familiar with it. They retreated into the temple in an orderly manner, looking at the more than two thousand Trolls outside the magic tower defense wall. While preparing for an offensive and defensive battle, they used Arcane to convey the situation to the base camp.

Just when the two armies in Darkwood were full of gunpowder, in the northern mountains of Eversong Woods where the spring seemed to never fade away, the ancient and prosperous Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, shrouded in Arcane light all day long, and the capital Silvermoon City decorated with all kinds of flowers, also received the news.

Over the city filled with golden and red phoenix flags and red tiles and white houses, wisps of blue Arcane streamers converged into rivers from the surrounding sky and condensed into a huge round crystal on the top of the Sunfury Spire tower. Under the round crystal floating on the top of the tower was a huge office. At this moment, the office was filled with people.

Each of these figures gathered on the top floor of Sunfury Spire is wearing a gorgeous robe of gold and red. They or they have hair in gold, red, or silver. Their ears are pointed upward, and their slender eyebrows protrude from their hair. The blue Arcane light shines between their eyes. They stand together in small groups and whisper to each other.

"Sorry, General Lirath, can I ask, how many soldiers do we have in Darkwood now?" A male Elves raised his head slightly With a wrinkled face, he looked at a female Elves standing in the field. She looked as beautiful as the other female Elves, but she was wearing brown and green leather armor on her graceful figure.

"There are nine thousand soldiers in Tranquillien, and there are ten thousand and three soldiers in Deatholme, and there are two thousand soldiers in Anowien." The blue light in the eyes of the female Elves named Lirath flashed.

"Where are those Trolls?" asked another Elves with a beard.

"I know nothing about them now. That's why I came here, hoping to get Silvermoon Council's opinion on how to handle this dispute!" Lirath looked at the guys who kept asking questions and couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh.

"Dispute? General Lirath, this is an invasion. This is the home of Quel'dorei, and those Trolls are a group of barbarians." Elves, a woman with silver hair, wearing luxurious and complicated robes, but still with a piece of snow-white exposed on her chest, tilted her head.

"General Lirath, we have fought against Trolls before, and you have never asked for our opinions. Why do you come to us for advice this time?" Elves, an old man with an ivory beard and trembling brows, paused rhythmically, with a bit of a joke in his tone.

"Because those Trolls are different. According to the information we got, they are changing their lifestyles. There have been no attacks in recent years, Mr. Vondelor." Lirath looked at the joking old man and said seriously.

"That's because they are licking their wounds. Those Trolls actually formed an alliance with Orcs from another world. This is an unforgivable betrayal." A male Elves with a tough face raised his voice.

"Yes, we cannot sit back and let the same situation happen again. Those Trolls must be eliminated. Ms. Lirath, at this point, your daughter Sylvanas and I We all have the same view. She successfully established Anowien, and the current activities of Trolls also mean that our actions are correct." The silver-haired woman Elves said.

"So, Silvermoon Council supports military action to counter Trolls, right?" Lirath asked rhetorically.

"Whether we fight back Trolls or not, we must rescue the compatriots of Anowien, right?" said the old Elves, who was called Vondelor.

"Of course, but I need Silvermoon Council's full support. I think we are taking risks in this military operation." Lirath glanced at the silver-haired female Elves, and then said to Vondelor.

"Of course, Silvermoon Council will support any action that is beneficial to the country." Vondelor responded gently.

"General Lirath, I think General Sylvanas has inherited your strategy and courage very well. We also believe that she will solve this invasion, but to reassure you, I will support you." The silver-haired female Elves looked at the giddy old Elves Vondelor and couldn't help but said.

"Eliminating Trolls's threat to us will be conducive to our long-term peace. We will defeat them as before." A red-haired man Elves spoke, and other members of the council immediately nodded in agreement.

"Thank you, members, for your support!" Lirath looked at the members of the House of Representatives who were nodding in support, and expressed his gratitude with a serious look on his face. Then he turned to look at Phoenix Throne who was empty in the hall, with a trace of worry in his eyes.

"Speaker Vondelor, Master Belovar, please allow me to talk to Speaker Vondelor." After the meeting, Lirath caught up with Vondelor who was traveling alone with a pale female Elves. The pale female Elves nodded and left with a smile.

"Mr. Vondelor, how is the king?" Lirath watched Archmage leave and asked Vondelor carefully.

"General, your worries are unnecessary. The Sun King is in good health. He is just a little older and tired. In fact, it seems that our prince is the one who should be worried. He has stayed with humans in Dalaran for too long." Vonderor's drooping eyebrows moved.

"Humans will not be our enemies for the time being, but... I hope my worries are unnecessary." Lirath hesitated to speak, and in the end could only hold on to hope.

"No matter what happens, we have to face it. I believe that the Light will protect all Quel'dorei, just like Sunwell." Vondelor looked at the worried female general, and Feng Qingyun smiled lightly.