A hundred thousand people, a hundred thousand soldiers; a thousand miles of land, a thousand miles of camps

"If you could leave the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas empty-handed and build a Quel'Danil City as good as his, you'd be even more impressive than him!" Sylvanas said with a smile.

"I couldn't do that, even if I am a baron's daughter too!" The Frostwolf Ranger bodyguard shook her head and laughed.

"That's why you're still you. You could never become City Lord Bloodhawk..." Sylvanas said quietly, watching the Orc Wolf Rider Survivors ahead charge desperately onward in a futile struggle.

"Arcane Shot! Pick your own targets and fire at will!" Seeing the Orc Wolf Rider Survivors still advancing resolutely despite being slowed by Concussive Shot, Rhea issued another order.

In fact, once the Orc Wolf Rider Survivors had stepped into the Poison Needle Trap, the High Elf Rangers had no need to use Arcane Shot at all. They only had to keep applying Concussive Shot, and every one of those survivors struggling in vain would succumb to the poison before reaching the Wingblade Siege Engine positions.

But time was short. Rhea and the others had to wipe out these stubbornly resisting Orc Wolf Rider Survivors as quickly as possible before the main Orcs army arrived, then retreat swiftly with the main force and get far away.

At Rhea's command, an arcane meteor shower even denser than the earlier volley of Concussive Shots rained down on the fewer than a hundred Orc Wolf Rider Survivors. The High Elves of the Bloodhawk Burning Legion no longer conserved their magic power. All they needed to do was fire as many Arcane Shots as possible in the shortest time.

At first, taking one or two Arcane Shots hardly bothered these well-equipped Orc Wolf Rider Survivors. They could still push stubbornly forward under the Magic Arrows' assault. But after three or four Arcane Shots struck