"Taste the taste of the shells." Standing on the bow of Dreadwake, Aaron glanced around at the battle situation below. The current situation of the rangers was not optimistic. They hurriedly controlled Dreadwake to hover above Farstriders' Camp, allowing the four artillery pieces installed on both sides of Dreadwake to continuously bombard the bottom.
Although the Troll that swallowed the essence of Loa and transformed into giant beasts have temporarily withdrawn from the battle, the damage they caused to the camp still caused a lot of trouble for the rangers.
The wall that was previously destroyed by the giant bear has now been completely destroyed. The rangers responsible for the defense in that direction can only rely on constantly setting up various traps to delay the Trolls' attack.
The buildings in the camp are covered with traces of lightning strikes and fires. You don't need to think about it to know that it must be the good work of the eagle god Akil'zon and Dragonhawk god Jan'alai. However, compared with risking it in the dim light of dawn, The various buildings with light black smoke, or the rangers with burn or lightning marks on their bodies are more worrying. Although the Priests in the camp are busy treating the wounded soldiers, they are unable to relieve the pain of all the wounded due to lack of manpower.
After careful observation, Aaron also noticed that many elves who were in relatively safe positions also had traces of being injured by the claws of some kind of beast. He thought it must be the lynx god Halazzi Stealth who came in.
Because of the help of these giant beasts transformed by Troll, Farstriders' Camp was already in chaos. Although the elves could barely maintain the battle, everyone could see that they were at the end of their rope, and the entire front could collapse at any time due to someone's mistake or lack of physical strength.
Seeing this, Aaron could only control Dreadwake to bombard from a relatively safe position. However, the lethality of the four artillery attached to Dreadwake seemed a bit unsatisfactory. Although these four artillery did not need to be loaded, could completely let it go. Aaron fired at will, but neither the hit accuracy nor the lethality after landing seemed to be insignificant in the current situation where thousands of people were mobilized by both sides. If these four artillery fires can kill and injure more than a dozen Troll each time, Aaron is considered lucky.
"Tsk, isn't the damage enough? If you give me an aerial bomb or something like that at this time, I'm sure these Troll will save half of their lives." Looking at the chaotic battle situation below, Aaron complained with some regret, and then jumped from the deck of Dreadwake to the area where the battle was most intense.
Amidst the exclamations, Aaron fell into the formation of a group of Troll, causing Sylvanas who was watching his movements to say anxiously, "Idiot, don't jump around if you can't find the landing spot!"
But just when Sylvanas organized people to rescue Aaron from the Troll group, a wave of Holy Light burst out from where Aaron fell., this Holy Light spread out in all directions with Aaron as the center, pushing away the dozen or so Troll who originally planned to besiege Aaron, while leaving scars of varying depths on their bodies.
The four artillery pieces on Dreadwake also fired in unison at this time, accurately hitting the area around Aaron, covering all nearby Troll in the flames of the explosion.
Before the flames and gunpowder smoke dissipated, a golden figure jumped out of it and immediately landed in another area with a relatively high Troll density. Then the previous scene repeated itself.
After repeating it several times, Aaron successfully relied on the cooperation of its own powerful Holy Light and Dreadwake artillery to create an unmanned strip of several meters wide in the direction where Farstriders' Camp's situation was most critical, which relieved the pressure on the rangers in this direction.
"Huh, I'm exhausted." Seeing that the situation had eased slightly, Aaron controlled Dreadwake to continue bombarding the ground, while slowly withdrawing Farstriders' Camp.
Just now, Aaron relied on the Trolls to fail to react in time to create such a situation. Once the Trolls react and let the rough-skinned and thick-bodied giant bears under their control surround Aaron with the bombardment of artillery, then Aaron might be surrounded by Troll.
After Aaron returned to the camp, the surrounding rangers looked at him differently. Everyone around Aaron's performance just now was obvious to all. The rangers asked themselves, I am afraid that they might not have the courage to do this.
"Aaron, are you okay?" Vereesa saw that Aaron had successfully evacuated, and immediately approached Aaron, asking with concern whether Aaron had been injured in the action just now.
Aaron pointed at the golden light that had not dissipated from his body and said, "Don't worry, I'm safe with Divine Shield's protection."
"You also said, what should you do if your Divine Shield fails?"
Looking at Vereesa with a worried look on his face, Aaron smiled and comforted him, "Okay, am I okay? I just calculated it, and I have enough time."
Of course, there is another reason why Aaron would do such a crazy move. When he controls Dreadwake to bombard in mid-air, it always feels a little awkward because there is no aiming frame assistance in the game. After landing, he is much more accurate when he directs the bombardment.
Because of the appearance of Aaron, the fighting spirit of the Trolls, who had been burning because they saw the enemy about to collapse, was frustrated. Those Trolls who transformed into giant beasts withdrew from the battle because the time was up, so the Trolls quickly retreated, and the High Elfs in the camp breathed a sigh of relief.
However, anyone with a little bit of intelligence knows that when Troll launches the next round of attacks, the camp will fall. The best choice now is to evacuate immediately. However, if you do this, the wounded in the camp may be in danger, and other people may not be able to escape smoothly.
However, the Dreadwake suspended in the air gave the rangers new hope. With such a ship, at least some people could be safely evacuated. However, because the rangers mainly fought in the forest, they could not estimate from the appearance of the Dreadwake how many people this large ship could take away at a time. Several big shots in the upper echelons of the ranger force were also arguing about this issue.
The poor results of this defensive battle made the rangers, including the ranger general, realize that the next attack by the Trolls would be when the camp fell. The situation would not allow the elves to evacuate in batches. They could only choose to let some of them take Dreadwakes to evacuate safely, while the rest could only break out of the forest on their own.
After intense discussions, the commanders of the ranger units finally decided on two batches of candidates, and Aaron had already landed Dreadwake in Lake Elrendar, making it easier for the rangers to board the ship.
Aaron's previous estimate was generally accurate. In the end, more than 1,200 High Elf were on board Dreadwake. However, the consequence was that the elves could only sit cross-legged in the cabin and on the deck, and it was impossible to move their bodies.
Aaron stood on the deck of Dreadwake and glanced at Farstriders' Camp, then controlled Dreadwake to slowly lift off and fly in the direction of Suncrown Village. It was considered the traditional territory of the elves and could provide shelter and rest for the rangers.
After Dreadwake flew away, the rangers who stayed in the camp also left the camp under the orders of their respective commanders and went into the nearby dense forest.
Troll noticed the movements of the elves and reacted quickly. A group of Troll quickly occupied the empty Farstriders' Camp. Perhaps to vent or celebrate, the Trolls did not save the camp, but quickly turned the camp into a sea of fire.
"Oh, I even lost the camp. I'm probably the worst ranger general." Standing in the forest and looking at Farstriders' Camp, which was quickly captured and set on fire by the Trolls, Sylvanas was quite disappointed. As a ranger general, she was the last group to evacuate, but she saw such a scene.
"Just wait and see, I will definitely give you a severe lesson." After glaring at Troll in the camp and saying this angrily, Sylvanas quickly followed the planned route away from the camp, followed behind her was a group of Troll who came to chase the elves excitedly.