Siege

It was getting dark. Sylvanas stayed in the Anowien temple, feeling more and more anxious. Lor'themar opened a gap in the north. She should be happy to face this news, but she had no joy at all, because she felt that the gap in front of her was more like a trap.💙☹  ☯🐺

Sylvanas is a little hesitant. In the gap opened to the north, the enemy is still blocking Lor'themar's troops. It seems that they have reached their limit. Should they break out from there? But what if the enemy sets a trap? If you give up this opportunity, how many brothers and sisters will die before reinforcements arrive?

"Hill." Lirath walked into the temple and looked at his sister who was standing in front of the map in silence.

"Lirath, how's the situation?" Sylvanas turned to look at his brother.

"Trollss have gathered together, they raised a grand bonfire, and they may attack us at any time." Lirath also feels heavy-hearted. The enemy may launch an attack at any time, and their army is surrounded. If they face the enemy's two-sided attack, their losses will be extremely heavy.

"Are the soldiers prepared?" Sylvanas asked.

"They didn't even sleep, they were all worried about Trolls's attack. To be honest, our attack was too Recklessness. From the very beginning when we built this temple outside Battleaxe Ridge, we were in a passive state." Lirath raised his head and glanced at the Anowien temple. This temple was built by the architectural magic of Magister. It has a round dome, beautiful columns, and a building full of High Elves style. It is a pity that it was built on the land of Trolls.

"I was too eager." Sylvanas lowered her eyes, because after hearing Dwarves say that Trolls's society had changed, she thought she had the chance to take revenge on Trolls, which led to the current situation.

"Hill, I understand how you feel. I almost died too. I also hate Trolls, but..." Lirath looked at his sister with downcast eyes and couldn't help but shake his head quickly. He could understand Sylvanas's mood. Sometimes he also hated Orcs and his old enemy Trolls who came from other worlds, but he believed that he could not be affected by hatred.

"General, Lor'themar has sent news that the number of those Trolls has increased and they are blocking the gap." The herald rushed into the temple and said to Sylvanas.

"What?" Sylvanas looked at the herald who had come to report the latest news in a hurry, and her eyes widened. Once the gap in the north was blocked again, it would mean that she would lose the chance to break out. But what if this was just Trolls's deception trick? Are they waiting for her to break out?

"General, we have to make a decision." Lirath looked at his sister seriously, waiting for her decision. Whether it was to fight to the death or to break through and retreat, they would work hard.

"Gather three thousand soldiers to go to the north. We are preparing to break out and abandon the existing camps. The soldiers on the front line try to cheer up and be alert to Trolls's attack. If they attack, they must also try their best to break the retreat of the retreating soldiers." Sylvanas thought about it several times and finally chose to break out.

"Yes!" The herald stood at attention, then quickly turned and left.

"Lirath, you stay here and retreat with the mage's teleportation spell. I'm going to the front line in the west now." Sylvanas turned around and looked at his brother and said.

"Al diel shala (bon voyage), my sister." Lirath looked at her sister and nodded slightly.

"Al diel shala, my brother." Sylvanas looked at the handsome young man, stepped forward and hugged him, then quickly turned and left.

In the dark night, the grand bonfire in front of Battleaxe Ridge was extremely dazzling. Sylvanas was walking in the camp, listening to the faint sound of war drums, looking at the enemy camp in the distance, smiling at every soldier, and Elves couldn't help but puff up his chest when he saw her smiling face.

In the deep darkness, Sylvanas inspected the camp. According to her order, three thousand soldiers quickly gathered and rushed north to open a gap. However, the deployment of these soldiers made the defense lines on both sides uncontrollably weak.

"General, Lor'themar has received assistance. He has successfully opened the gap, but those Trolls are still blocking us." Just as Sylvanas was standing alone on a high place with his heart hanging, looking into the distance, the herald hurriedly came to report.

"General, Trolls from the west has launched an attack on us. They broke into our camp and we need support." Following the herald's words, a female ranger hurried over, and Sylvanas's expression suddenly changed.

"Tell Lor'themar to immediately break out of the encirclement and notify the entire army. Except for the rear troops, they will retreat to the north and send another squadron to follow me to the west." Sylvanas gritted her teeth and quickly issued the order. The west now needs a commander. There are many Trolls there and they need to stabilize the situation, and only she can do it.

After taking a deep look at the fire in the distance, Sylvanas gritted her teeth, and finally left the camp with the female ranger and herald. Just as she hurried to the west battlefield and the bright moon rose in the sky, Elves saw a fire explode in the empty night of the camp.

"Enemy attack." The Elves soldiers on the sentry post looked at the fire exploding in the dark night and couldn't help but let out a loud roar. In an instant, countless figures stood up in front of the Elves camp in the dark night. These figures were of different heights, but they all roared "Tasidine" loudly and launched Charge towards the Elves camp.

"Magician." The Elvess couldn't help but roared as they looked at the figures rushing to where they could see them. Those were all Trollss.

Accompanied by the roars of the Elvess, a fire suddenly lit up in the position in front of the empty camp. Then, accompanied by the sound of Thalassian's chanting, the fire began to rise and spread to the left and right, trying to form a wall of fire to separate Trolls Charge's team.

The tactics of the Elvess have always been like this, first ignite a wall of fire, and then the heroic Elves Warrior and shooters launch counterattacks and long-range attacks. This tactic is always useful, but today they miscalculated, because those Trollss unexpectedly rushed through the flames without fear, and Charges arrived unscathed.

"Whoosh!" Several fires suddenly lit up in the dark night in the distance. The fire approached Elves's camp at an extremely fast speed. When it hit a certain tent or fortification, it splashed a fire all around. This was the rosin Incendiary Bomb thrown by the trebuchet. Following the trebuchet was the roar of war drums.

"Anar'alah belore (in the name of sunlight), for Quel'Thalas." Looking at the attack in the dark night, the Elves Warriors let out a huge war cry and fought together with the charging Trollss.

"Sir Sylvanas, I'm here." In the dark night, two blue flame-like lights approached the battlefield. Along with the two flame-like lights, a loud roar came from far to near, and all the fighting Elves and Trolls couldn't help but stop fighting.

Thanks to the Fire Cloud Palace and the Evil Moon Comet for the reward, and for the support.