After being tortured by the howling wind in the sky and the extremely excited Liadrin, Aaron finally saw the group of buildings next to Lake Elrendar that were obviously High Elf style.
Viewed from mid-air, this camp is not very large, and the number of people resident here does not seem to be very large, but this is normal, after all, the population of Quel'Thalas is not very large, and there are even fewer people who come to be rangers.
In addition, although this camp is the frontline for the rangers to fight against Troll, the rangers also need to be stationed in other places. In the end, Aaron only saw about a hundred rangers in the camp, and the entire camp could only accommodate no more than four to five hundred people.
"Okay, we're here, let's get down quickly." Liadrin seemed to think that Aaron might be an interstellar player without vision. Liadrin yelled and pointed at the camp below.
"I saw it, eldest sister, please calm down for a while." Aaron rolled his eyes and directed the gryphon to find an open space and land. With a gust of wind fanned by the gryphon, the two landed in the open space at the entrance of the camp.
"Strange, didn't you say that Troll people gathered here?" Aaron dismissed the griffins and looked at the seemingly normal camp. He didn't know what was wrong. The elves on guard towers outside the camp and the rangers who were resting or training inside the camp couldn't tell that they had just been attacked by Troll.
What makes Aaron more depressing is that the rangers on guard at the entrance of the camp have already pointed their arrows at themselves, intending to shoot Aaron into a hedgehog if they disagree. However, they probably recognized Liadrin and finally put away their bows and arrows, but still looked at Aaron with vigilant eyes.
Judging from the mental state of these rangers and the state of the camp, the assembled Troll did not cause any obstacles to them. Of course, it may also be that these Troll did not set their goals with this camp. On the ground, after all, this camp has been standing on the south bank of Lake Elrendar for a long time. Troll should have known that this place was difficult to deal with, otherwise they would have pulled out the nail that was nailed to their doorstep.
Liadrin over there has called an elf ranger on duty to inquire about the situation. It turns out that although those Troll have indeed gathered together to attack the camp, Lor'themar, who is currently in charge of the host camp, has Taking advantage of the opportunity that these Trolls were not fully assembled, he led a team of elite rangers to raid the command post where the leaders of the Trolls were located, and captured the leader of the Trolls, the warlord Zul'jin.
It should be said that Zul'jin has been quite unlucky in recent times. He was captured by humans once before, and was later rescued by Orcs Warchief Orgrim. As a result, he was betrayed by Orcs when they besieged Quel'Thalas, which led to the failure of the originally promising war to conquer the homeland of Troll. Although Troll took the opportunity to expand their territory while High Elf was busy rebuilding, the elves would sooner or later take revenge.
Now Zul'jin is unlucky enough to be caught by the elves again, and falls into the hands of his eternal enemy. Even if this guy is lucky enough to survive, he will probably have to pay a heavy price.
"Where is that guy being held?" Liadrin seemed to become very excited when he heard the news that Zul'jin was captured, and asked the ranger.
After learning the location of Troll, Liadrin immediately ran over in a hurry. Aaron was just about to follow him to see the excitement, but was stopped by the elf ranger next to him. "Sorry, this... well, Mr. Human, this is our military base. You can't go in without permission."
"Okay, then I'll wait here." Aaron was stunned, looking at the ranger's seemingly polite but arrogant attitude, shook his head, and found a seat on the doorstep to sit down.
"Sorry, this is our camp. If possible, you'd better..." The elf ranger didn't seem to want to just let Aaron sit at the door. He pointed at the door of the camp and said. Before he finished speaking, the meaning of his words was obvious. You are not welcome here, so you'd better get out.
For a moment, Aaron didn't react. The elves he had come into contact with before, ranging from Kael'thas to the most ordinary soldiers, were all quite polite to him, at least they treated him as equals. This was the first time Aaron had seen such obvious arrogance and dislike from the elf in front of him.
After looking at the number of elves in the camp, Aaron wisely suppressed the anger rising in his heart, and walked out of the camp under the watch of the ranger. He was thinking about finding an opportunity to cover his face, put a sack on this arrogant guy and beat him up to vent his anger.
However, even standing outside the camp, Aaron could still feel the disdainful gazes of some elves, like a gleam on his back. Although he knew that High Elf was a group of extremely arrogant guys before traveling through time, the attitude of these long-eared people still made Aaron feel very uncomfortable.
Fortunately, Aaron did not suffer for too long. He quickly noticed that Aaron did not follow the mountain to give him Liadrin, so he came out to vouch for Aaron, which at least allowed Aaron to get permission to enter the camp to take a rest.
"You have a pretty high status here." Aaron found a chair and sat down, looked at Liadrin and said with a smile.
Liadrin waved his hand and said that he was popular in the camp just because he had saved a few people with Holy Light.
Aaron noticed that Liadrin's face seemed not to be very good. Aaron tentatively asked this question. Liadrin sighed and began to pour bitter water on Aaron.
It turns out that just now Liadrin excitedly went to visit Zul'jin, who almost killed her, but happened to see a group of rangers abusing that Troll, saying they wanted to see if Troll's regeneration ability had any limits.
As the representative of Holy Light, Liadrin suggested that the rangers give the leader Troll a good time, but the rangers were obviously unwilling to let go of their toys and just gave Liadrin away politely.
"So that's it..." Aaron nodded, "After all, the hatred between you has lasted for so long, and now this kind of reaction is considered normal."
"I heard that you humans even built concentration camps specifically for those Orcs to imprison them together?" Liadrin seemed to have thought of something and asked, "I heard that the big shots above are not satisfied with spending money on guarding Orcs."
"Yes, locking those Orcs up is just a waste of food, and they will be a serious threat in the future." Aaron replied casually.
"Mr. Aaron, what do you think... I'm sorry, I'm not questioning your belief in Holy Light, but..." Liadrin stared at Aaron in stunned silence. It seemed that he was very surprised by Aaron's almost cold-blooded statement, which was not quite like the Holy Light believer that Liadrin knew.
Aaron made a haha and diverted the topic. What belief does he have in Holy Light? Obviously he has nothing. He just uses Holy Light as a kind of golden finger. But if this kind of topic is spoken out, Aaron is very worried that Church of the Holy Light from humans and elves will unite and become heretics. I just hope that Liadrin will not regard Aaron as a typical example of Paladin and thus misunderstand the profession of Paladin.
While the two were chatting, the rangers who took a shortcut from the forest for fear of the safety of the camp also arrived one after another. Vereesa also appeared not long after. After greeting the two here, she heard that the rangers had captured Zul'jin. The girl ran to watch Zul'jin with great interest, but after a while she ran back with a pale face.
"No, it's too disgusting. I can't stand it." Vereesa said fearfully after gulping down a glass of water.
After Liadrin comforted him for a while, Vereesa explained what kind of abuse Zul'jin was suffering - you should know that ordinary wounds on Troll's body would recover within a short time at most.
This group of rangers came up with a rather cruel plan to take advantage of Troll's super self-healing ability: they continuously bled Zul'jin, ensuring that there were unhealed wounds on Troll's body at all times, and constantly expanding the wounds to prevent him from healing himself, leaving Zul'jin in a state of being seriously injured but unable to recover.