Decision

While Malacrass was giving the order, in a canyon lowland at the western end of the Thalas Mountains in the north of the mainland, Elves's city Deatholme was built by High Elves to defend Trolls.🍬☠ claw 🐟♠

Deatholme is said to be a city, but in fact it is more like a military camp, a military camp built on the roots of the sacred tree Thas'alah. It is close to his twin cities: the city Stratholme that belongs to Lordaeron. Most Elves do not like to contact outsiders by nature, and they prefer to live in the forest of Tranquility.

In the combat command room of the Deatholme military camp under the Thas'alah tree, a terrain sandbox of Dark Forest is placed on a huge table. On the completely scaled-down sandbox, there are red and blue flags to distinguish between enemy and friendly forces.

"Several people, at present, according to the contact of the forward troops we sent out, Trolls's troops have blocked all our roads to Anowien." The blond Elves, who was wearing leather armor, pointed at the flag on the sand table with a pointer, looked at the several men and women Elves in front of him, and then said after a slight pause in his tone.

"If we want to rescue Anowien, we must overcome the obstruction of Trolls's army, unless our large army can jump over the entire Thalas Mountains, or teleport to Anowien at once, but unfortunately our soldiers and Arcane are not enough to support this."

"How is the situation over there Anowien now?" A brown hood covered her forehead, her flowing blond hair hung from her right shoulder on her chest, and her long golden eyebrows protruding from the edge of the hat followed the female Elves's movements. The head moved slightly, and a handsome face that was one of the best among High Elves was raised, and the blue Arcane light in his eyes was directed towards the male Elves.

"Anowien is still sending back news. Trolls has only made a few trial attacks, but they are under great pressure. Trolls is surrounding the temple. General Sylvanas, I think Trolls's purpose of doing this is very obvious. They are trying to lure us out of Deatholme." The male Elves looked at the female Elves's eyes and spoke without hesitation.

"Yes, there is nothing wrong, but they will regret this decision." The blue light in Sylvanas's eyes was like a sharp blade.

"Trolls's troops are blocked between Forest Road and Tranquillien. They want to block our reinforcements on both sides, but this also gives us a chance, The armies of Tranquillien and Deatholme will tear them apart from both sides." Sylvanas pointed to the sand table in a passionate voice, and two piles of blue flags were surrounded by red flags from the north and south.

"What about Anowien?" asked Elves, the man holding the coaching whip.

"They will be fine for the time being, right? Lirath." Sylvanas looked at the male Elves.

"That's only temporary, General. You must understand that the Trollss are well prepared this time. Once faced with a sudden change, Anowien will be hit hard immediately. There are two thousand of our compatriots there." The male Elves, known as Lirath, trembled with his pointed eyebrows.

"They have been surrounded by enemies, Lirath, can you think of a better way?" Sylvanas looked at the stubborn man Elves and asked breathlessly.

"Maybe we can try teleportation. Our teleportation technique is not enough to teleport too many people, but we can teleport a few people at a time, so maybe we..." Lirath tried to speak.

"Maybe? Teleporting twenty or thirty people at a time? Do you know how much Arcane energy is consumed? Yes, our Sunwell can provide enough energy, but how many mages who can teleport can you expect to support this operation, and how much time will we spend on this operation?" Sylvanas unfolded his arms towards Lirath.

"Okay!" Sylvanas looked at Lirath's unyielding gaze, and couldn't help but nodded in resignation, and then looked at the mature-looking man Elves.

"Lor'themar, this time you will lead the army to attack."

"Yes, General." Elves, a mature-looking man, stood at attention and caressed his chest, the blue light in his eyes showing calmness.

"My adjutant is in charge of the offensive, and I will go to Anowien. I personally promoted the establishment of that temple, and I will coexist with him. Are you satisfied, my brother?" Sylvanas looked at everyone, and while speaking, he turned to look at Lirath and asked.

"No, Hill, this isn't..." Lirath looked at her calm sister, and couldn't help but change her face slightly.

"Farstriders will go to Anowien with me. If you are worried about me, then come to Anowien as quickly as possible to join me." Sylvanas looked at Lirath who changed his face, with a knowing smile on his face.

"Don't worry! General, we will rush to Anowien as quickly as possible." Lor'themar looked at her sister who was comforting her younger brother and couldn't help but promise quickly.

"I'll wait for you there, Lor'themar." Sylvanas patted the adjutant's shoulder, then stretched out of the combat command room, while Lirath quickly chased after him.

"Hill, General, if possible, please allow me to go with you to Anowien." Lirath made his request while following Sylvanas.

The black hawk flew high in the jungle and landed directly in front of Battleaxe Ridge's tent, where it was caught by a waiting upright Forest Trolls with outstretched arms. The upright Trolls took out the bamboo tube from the bag on the black hawk's back, and then quickly handed it over to a waiting hunchback Trolls.

The hunchbacked Trolls took the bamboo tube, turned around immediately, ran to the big tent in the camp, opened the tent, ran in, and handed the bamboo tube to the guard. The guard opened the bamboo tube and handed it to Zul'ra in front of the map in the tent.

"Well, it's all a small group of contacts, and there are captives, which is really good." Zul'ra looked at the paper handed to him and couldn't help but raised his eyebrows slightly. Currently, Greenwood Army and Red-Brow Army has already fought against the small armies of Tranquillien and Deatholme. With the advantages of numbers and terrain, they got off to a good start. They also captured a large number of prisoners and are sending them over.

"Let me think about it..." Zul'ra folded up the battle report, then took the quill and paper, and first sent congratulations and encouragement to Malacrass who wrote the letter.

After finishing the letter, Zul'ra asked someone to send it for teleportation, while he began to think about the upcoming battle, what kind of situations would happen on the battlefield, and how he should face it. After all, there are supernatural powers in this world. Some people can activate Wushuang, some can summon fire storms, and some can teleport through the air.

When the enemy activates Wushuang, do you want to fight them? What if you can't fight them? Facing magic is even more troublesome. Those mages with extraordinary damage power are very sophisticated and difficult to deal with. There is also teleportation, which is the most troublesome. Who knows when a group of enemies will appear in unexpected places.

There are many problems in my mind, and I can't find a suitable way to deal with them. Every time I think about the scenario of my defeat and some possible omissions and shortcomings in tactics, Zul'ra can't help but feel a numb scalp and cold hands and feet, but I still can't figure it out.