"Aaron, will my sister be okay?" When Aaron was concentrating on driving Dreadwake, Vereesa was standing next to him, worried. Staring in the direction of Farstriders' Camp with heartache, there was a flame soaring into the sky. Through the light of the flame, you could also see the swaying trees in the nearby dense forest, where bloody chase scenes were being staged.
As a leader among the rangers, there is no doubt that Sylvanas is capable of hiding in the forest. However, facing the pursuit of a large group of Troll, no one can say whether Sylvanas can successfully escape. Vereesa, who has already lost several close relatives, has a hard time not worrying about his second sister.
"I believe General Ranger will be able to escape smoothly." Before Aaron could answer, a white-haired one-eyed elf on the side answered Vereesa's question. The two turned around and saw that it was Lor'themar·A-Qiang.
"Lord Theron." Vereesa nodded slightly at Lor'themar, taking it as a greeting.
Sylvanas took some of the rangers to escape from the ground, and the rangers aboard Dreadwake could not be left unattended. Otherwise, if something unexpected happened, Aaron and Vereesa might not be able to control the situation, so Lor'themar, who was the second in command of the ranger force, followed him aboard the ship as a matter of course.
Of course, it is hard to say clearly whether there is any intention to guard against Aaron behind this arrangement. After all, Dreadwake carries more than half of the elf rangers. If anything happens to Aaron here, I am afraid that Quel'Thalas will completely lose the territory south of Eversong Woods.
"Thank you very much this time, otherwise these wounded people might..." Lor'themar gestured towards the many High Elf sitting on the deck, with sincere gratitude on his face. "None of us expected that these Troll would actually gain far greater power than before."
When talking about this, Lor'themar still had some fear on his face. Before the war, the elves generally despised Troll. Although Amani Trolls's current total population and even the number of soldiers are much larger than those of the rangers, they have never Unable to get any advantage from the rangers, Farstriders' Camp stood at the door of Zul'Aman for hundreds of years. Troll had never been able to capture it before, which led to the general disdain for Troll among the elf rangers.
This time when Sylvanas organized manpower to retaliate against Troll, the rangers generally believed that they could easily teach Troll a lesson. Anyway, the elves never thought of attacking Zul'Aman, so they would not conflict with the four Loa who protected Amani Trolls.
However, no one expected that these crazy Forest Troll would actually kill Loa, who had protected them for thousands of years, and take the power of Loa as their own. As a result, the rangers underestimated the situation and almost swallowed most of the elites in one bite by Troll.
"This loss can be said to be unprecedented since the end of Troll Wars. I don't know how long it will take for us to recover our strength." Lor'themar said with emotion.
Aaron frowned, feeling that Lor'themar's words seemed to have something to say, unprecedented. Wouldn't that be accusing Sylvanas of being inferior to previous generations of ranger generals?
Could it be that A-Qiang wants to take this opportunity to rise to power? It doesn't seem impossible.
Aaron thought about it and felt that it would be better not to get involved in this kind of thing. I can only pretend that I didn't hear it. At most, I can find an opportunity to remind Sylvanas.
"Wait a minute, there's something behind you!" At this moment, an elf ranger on the Dreadwake poop suddenly screamed, and immediately opened his long bow and fired an arrow.
Everyone on the boat turned to look, only to see hundreds of giant eagles flying from behind, followed by dozens of Dragonhawks. It seemed that the Trolls had also discovered the traces of Dreadwakes, so they sent these flying birds of prey to chase them.
The flying speed of these birds is much faster than that of Dreadwake that is crowded with elves. As soon as they get close, they immediately launch an attack. For a while, Lightning and flames sweep towards Dreadwake like a shower.
Noticing this scene, Lor'themar immediately took off his bow and arrow and directed the rangers who were still able to move freely to attack the enemies in the rear. However, perhaps because of the shaking of Dreadwake, the rangers were not used to it. The rain of arrows they fired failed to completely cover the enemy, leaving these agile birds with room to dodge.
After the two sides greeted each other, they immediately launched a new round of attacks. From time to time, elves were hit by Lightning or flames, and birds were hit by arrows and fell down.
"This won't work." Lor'themar walked to Aaron with a worried look on his face and said, "Our people are really not good at engaging in this kind of confrontation. Aaron, is there anything you can do?"
Aaron said with a bitter look on his face, "I have to concentrate on controlling Dreadwake now. Besides, even if I can distract myself to deal with those guys now, I am of no use by myself."
"I mean, don't you have any counterattack weapons on your ship?" Lor'themar asked eagerly, shooting a few arrows into the air from time to time.
Aaron shook his head and said, "I only have four cannons on this ship. It's okay to hit fixed targets, but it's too difficult to hit those flying guys at the back."
"Okay, then Aaron, you concentrate on sailing the ship, and we will continue to deal with these birds." Lor'themar turned back helplessly, directing the wounded soldiers who were originally staying on the deck to quickly return to the lower cabin, on the one hand to avoid the attack, and on the other hand, to leave enough space for others to dodge, so as not to be beaten in place.
"This really doesn't work, Aaron." Vereesa was also a little uneasy. These enemies from the air were really cunning. Both sides fought back and forth for a long time. The rangers added a lot of wounded, but the birds could not see a decrease in their numbers at all. If this continued, even if Dreadwake arrived at Tranquillien, they would probably continue to be hunted down by these raptors.
"I also want to get rid of these damn birds quickly, but what can I do?" Aaron is also helpless. Dreadwake's flying speed is already slow, and now that it is full of elves, the speed is even slower. It is impossible to get rid of these birds.
"Tsk, boy, why don't you ask me for help?" Xal'atath's voice sounded quietly in Aaron's mind, "Please beg me, maybe if I feel better I can help you solve your problem?"
"Do you really have a way? Didn't you say you can only use my power?" Aaron asked suspiciously.
"Hey, forget it if you don't believe it. Just keep flying to Tranquillien despite the attack. Don't blame me for not reminding you. At the current speed, all the rangers on the deck will be lying down before you reach your destination. By then, more than a hundred birds will besiege you. Let's see if you can bear it."
"Okay, Ms. Xal'atath, please help me, help me deal with these annoying birds." What else could Aaron do at this time, but bow to Xal'atath and beg her for help.
"That's pretty much it." Xal'atath snorted, quickly projected a golden body, spread its wings, and flew towards the flock of birds following Dreadwake.
Xal'atath glanced at the flock of birds, and the raptors that were originally focused on attacking the rangers started to move. A small number of them started to attack their companions, and it soon turned into a big melee. In the blink of an eye, half of the birds fell to the ground, and it was not a matter of time before the rest fell.
"Okay, done." Xal'atath quickly flew back to the deck of Dreadwake and said with satisfaction when facing his victory.