It didn't take long for the top management of the human kingdom to decide that they would do their best to help the Quel'dorei elves overcome their difficulties. This news was quickly sent back to Silvermoon City, making the anxious Sun King and his subjects feel angry.

To the "warmth" of allies.

However, human reinforcements need time to assemble and cross the border for support. It may take them two to three days to reach Desom City on the southern border of Yongsong Forest.

This means that the Quel'dorei elves will have to hold on alone for at least two days under the joint attack of the Nightborne and the North Sea pirates.

In the past, this was not difficult.

After all, Quel'Thalas is a sovereign country that has been in existence for nearly seven thousand years. It has an army and power that can protect its territory and citizens. It also has a seemingly powerful navy that can protect its maritime borders, and it also has the ancient Raynor class.

Deer barrier to suppress all possible intruders.

Logically speaking, there are no thieves who would not want to take a meeting to touch the tough nut of Quel'Thalas.

But now is a special period after all.

The Elf Fleet and the Alliance Navy were trapped in the North Sea together. Without their commander, they were leaderless and it would be difficult for them to return to their hometown for support in a short time.

Secondly, some of the elite rangers and spellcasters of the elves have just been mobilized to the world of Draenor to support Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider in his resistance and great war against demons in that other world.

Finally, in order to cooperate with the alliance's official determination to clean up pirates in Northrend, the Farstrider Legion also detached a part of its rangers to fight in the Northland.

The combination of the three parties has left Quel'Thalas clearly in a state of insufficient military strength.

Moreover, the cunning invaders also adopted a "dispersed attack" strategy. Not only did they send out small groups of pirates to invade towns and villages, they also dispatched a pirate fleet to attack Silvermoon City. At the same time, another elven pirate fleet was launched.

With the ambitious and determined Nightborne Legion rushing towards the island of Quel'Danas, which was almost defenseless at sea.

This obviously means that they have a clear understanding of the situation in Quel'Thalas. They are playing a trick of attacking the enemy and saving them. The elves cannot protect Silvermoon City and the Sunwell at the same time. They must choose one from them.

No matter which one they choose, the stinky pirate and his black-skinned elf allies will win. The most important thing is, how can we fight this kind of war where intelligence is already transparent to one side? How can we win?

If this script continues normally, it is a question whether the Quel'dorei elves can last a week under the combined attack of the pirates and the Nightborne. Unless a miracle happens, the elves will not be able to win this sudden war.

But the most amazing thing about the material world is that "miracles" really do happen.

"Shua"

Wearing red phoenix chain mail, the Quel'dorei ranger lord Lor'themar Theron emerged from the ranger's disguise with brisk movements like a ghost.

The elf with a handsome and serious face moved the Sin'dorei giant sword that was accompanying him behind him, and then made a gesture to the side.

Soon, a group of Farstrider rangers and Quel'dorei priests hiding on the edge of the forest hills emerged from their hiding place. Leading them was Leah, a legendary priest wearing priest robes, a warhammer and a holy book.

Ms. Delin.

It can be seen from the personnel configuration and the armor marks worn by these guys that this is an absolutely elite force.

Judging from the direction from which they appeared, they were supposed to pass through the forest, go to the Farstrider camp, and then go to support the battle in Silvermoon City.

But their trip was delayed by an unexpected incident.

"Confirmed?"

After seeing Lor'themar return, Lady Liadrin, the famous priest leader of Quel'dorei, asked in a low voice:

"Is it really him?"

"Yeah! I took the risk to get closer to investigate. Although the guy changed into the hunting clothes of the upper elf and made a special disguise for himself, I am sure that it is Black Shaw!"

Lor'themar glanced back at the forest behind him, moved his chainmail-glove-covered fingers, and said to the people around him:

"But he didn't appear alone. He was probably escorting a mysterious figure with a very high status. I don't know who that guy is, but I'm sure that person is of absolutely extraordinary significance to Black Shaw."

"How did you figure this out?"

Liadrin asked, but received a blank look from Aqiang, and the ranger lord said angrily:

"If a guy like Blake Shaw can drive a carriage for him or her, how noble is the identity of the mysterious person? Do we still need to prove it?

I highly suspect that there must be important figures in the Nightborne camp in that carriage.

It may even be Anduin Lothar himself. You have also seen the battle report just returned from Beihai. The guardian of humanity has joined forces with the undead pirates."

"I mean, let's not act rashly."

Liadrin thought for a moment after hearing the news, and she said to Lor'themar and the other rangers:

"Black Shaw has a great reputation. He alone is difficult enough to deal with. We are not enough to capture or kill him in this unexpected situation, let alone a mysterious nobleman.

This is not an enemy we can deal with."

"You're right."

Lor'themar Theron also nodded with the caution a ranger lord should have and said:

"Even if Blake is busy protecting important people, even if his energy is severely distracted, it is not something that two of us legends and a group of high-level warriors can fight against."

"Need ten legends?"

Liadrin answered as if it was a joke.

Aqiang looked seriously at the female pastor in front of him, who he had grown up with and who had been his childhood sweetheart and experienced many things together. He shook his head and said:

"No, fifty! At least fifty."

This answer, which was not a joke at all, caused the surrounding rangers and priests to fall silent for a while.

Then came a moment of discouragement.

Their team had been patrolling the border around Dysom City. After learning that the country was attacked by pirates and the Nightborne coalition, they immediately set out to support the country's war.

Everyone was very angry at the instigator of this war and wanted to kill bastards like Black with their own hands.

But the truth is sometimes so heartbreaking, and many things cannot be accomplished with determination alone.

Now they miraculously met the lonely Black Shaw while on the road. This was the perfect opportunity for a beheading battle, but because of their lack of strength, they had to pretend not to see the stinky pirate, and even gave him "gifts"

he is gone.

Not to mention how much this kind of thing hurts morale.

"However, although we cannot deal with Black Shaw, we are not unable to do anything."

In the silence, Lor'themar Theron, who had personally scouted Black and his strange carriage, suddenly spoke:

"We may not be able to trap Black, but we can find a way to transport the carriage he escorted and the important people in the carriage directly into the magic cage specially made by the Silver Moon Council for dangerous creatures."

As he spoke, Aqiang took out a very special purple gemstone arrow from his ranger backpack, and then took out a magic arrow handmade by the master of arrows from his quiver.

After replacing the arrow, he picked up the arrow that shone with magic light, took out six other purple magic gems of the same kind, and said to everyone:

"Using this triggering space beacon, as long as we can accurately shoot these arrows onto the carriage in a short period of time, when multiple levels of beacons are in effect at the same time, even if there are real people sitting in the car,

It's Anduin Lothar, and we can teleport him too.

Although the teleportation point may be invalidated due to force collision.

But even if the worst-case scenario happens, we can at least hinder Black from reaching Silvermoon City!"

"This is a good idea!"

The other high-level rangers who were holding fire in their hearts suddenly brightened up when they heard the lord's suggestion. They took the beacon stone from Aqiang's hand without any hesitation and replaced it with their own arrows.

Liadrin thought this plan was feasible, but her thinking was more rigorous.

After thinking for a moment, she said to Aqiang and his rangers:

"Facing an opponent like Black, we must prepare a retreat in advance. Don't act in a hurry. I can contact Mr. Darkan Drasil, the Silver Moon Councilor in Dysom City, and ask him to set up an instant teleportation magic.

In this way, after we complete the raid on Black's carriage, we can immediately go to Dysom City through teleportation.

I believe that even a guy with a notorious reputation like Blake cannot stop our evacuation under the suppression of Reno Bandil's barrier."

"Well, this method is more secure, then let's act separately."

Aqiang nodded, calculated the time, and said to Liadrin:

"It will take you about half an hour to get to Dysom. We will launch a harassment attack on Black Shaw in forty-five minutes. This should be enough for Senator Darkan to complete the teleportation magic.

Without further ado, act now.”

"Be careful yourself."

As they separated, the Priest of the Light, riding on the saddle of his armored dragonhawk, said to Lor'themar Theron on the ground:

"Don't be as crazy as you were when we fought in Draenor. I know that you take your responsibilities to the country and the royal family very seriously, but you must survive to dedicate your loyalty to Prince Kael'thas."

"I won't die here."

Aqiang, who always showed a serious attitude, chuckled lightly. He raised his hand in a farewell gesture and said to Liadrin:

"After we were attacked by the Amani trolls, and after I saw our friends die in the war, I vowed to bring peace and protection to this land.

Before I realize my ideal, I will not rush to death so weakly.

I still have a lot of things to do."

"Really? I hope that one of the things you must do but haven't done yet can make you face your own heart more frankly, Aqiang..."

Ms. Liadrin snorted, pulled up her golden hood, and ignored the embarrassed Lor'themar Theron on the ground. She skillfully controlled the dragon eagle and led the priests to Desholm's

Fly in the direction.
To be continued...