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When the Quel'Thalas Northern Expedition rushed out of Crystalsong Forest and broke through the Drakkari Vanguard Battalion, which only retained a symbolic meaning, the trolls who stayed here hadn't even reacted. They didn't know where this army came from. Where did it come from.

Coincidentally.

On the southern battlefield, the grizzly-throated furbolg, who had been adopting conservative tactics before, also used the power accumulated during this period of time as if it had been injected with chicken blood.

Unprepared, the Drakkari troll was forced to retreat again and again, and gradually retreated to the vicinity of Zabukharak's camp.

At this time, Daksaron Fortress has not received news of an unknown army attack on the western front.

The northern battlefield is under tremendous pressure. In order to ensure that the Iron Legion will not be easily defeated, Malak, the Frost King, ordered Daksaron Fortress early this morning to suspend their offensive against the Grizzly Hills and transfer some elites to the north.

The Frost King and the Ice Council analyzed the grizzly-throated furbolg's performance in the recent period, and the troops left behind to guard the fortresses of Zabkhalak and Dak'Saron are absolutely sufficient, and the grizzly-throated furbolg cannot break through the line of defense.

But they didn't know that under the instruction of Sharlayan, the old covert, the grizzly-throated furbolg had deliberately shown fatigue recently, in order to paralyze the Drakkari trolls and make them mistakenly think that they were exhausted.

Due to Loken's unexpected "cooperation", Sharlayan's strategy achieved unexpected results, and the defenders of Dak'Saron Fortress were obviously a bit empty.

When Warlord Zormaz, who arrived at the Daksaron Fortress last night, received information that the battle ahead was not good, the grizzly-throated furbolg, which had been recharging its energy for a long time, had already broken through the last defense in front of the fortress—Zabha lark.

Just like the information detected by the Blade of Backlight, Daksaron Fortress is equipped with more offense than defense, and there is no powerful city defense weapon.

Zolmaz never dreamed that the Grizzly-Maw Furbolg would precisely pinch Drakkari's seven inches, just in time to launch a massive counterattack when the fortress' troops were drawn.

But this is actually just a coincidence, the grizzly-throated furbolg that has entered the silent state has not yet received relevant information from the northern line of Zuldak, and just rushed to the Daksaron Fortress with one mind.

Although Zolmaz was caught off guard, he was not an idiot after all. For the trolls of the fighting nation, an idiot would not be able to sit in the position of warlord.

Under Zolmaz's frightened and angry dispatch, the Drakkari troll, who gradually came to their senses, finally blocked the grizzly-throated furbolg's attack in front of the fortress.

Although Daksaron Fortress lacks heavy city defense weapons, it is still a fortress anyway.

The siege party will undoubtedly bear more pressure and suffer more losses during the battle.

A large number of troll headhunters stood on the top of the city and threw short spears downward, condescending and unilaterally launching long-range attacks.

Blocked by the battlements, it was difficult for the grizzly-throated furbolg's counterattack to hit the headhunters, so it could only resist the long-range firepower projected from the city wall and continue to attack forward.

On the other hand, Sharlayan, who had turned into a great white stag, charged forward...a stag led the charge.

The front arrow array formed by the Morning Herald Legion destroyed all the checkpoints set by Drakkari on the way, and the rangers following behind called the Drakkari trolls who were at a loss after losing their fortifications one by one.

When the unprepared troll finally returned to God from the sudden attack, the cavalry of the Morning Herald Legion had already left, and the rangers in charge of breaking the rear even slanted a wave of arrows, so that the soldiers whose formation was scattered did not dare to chase too tight.

Only ten minutes after departure, Sharlayan had arrived at the rear of Dak'Saron Fortress with the Dawn Vanguard Corps advancing at full speed.

The Drakkhari troll never expected that the Daksaron Fortress would be attacked from behind one day, and there was no defense on the side near Zul'Dak, and a few defenders were easily pushed aside by the speeding paladins. .

"Liadrin! The command is handed over to you, enter the fort from the main entrance!"

"Yes, sir!"

Liadrin and Sharlayan have a strong personal relationship, but the battlefield is not the time to build relationships.

Liadrin, who put down her visor, accepted Sharlayan's order coldly, took over his position, and led the brigade of paladins to transform into a long snake formation, entering through the outer gate leading to the inside of the fortress.

At this time, Cirvanas' rangers were still behind, shooting and killing the scattered remnants while advancing.

The stupefied Drakkari troll gradually recovered, and immediately a messenger rushed to the second functional floor to inform the senior officers of Drakkari about the attack on the western front.

The Frost King and the Ice Council were shocked when they heard the news. A war on three fronts would be an unbearable burden for any race.

And these three parties are not good.

Not to mention the Iron Legion, the Grizzly Throated Furbolg is also an old friendship with the trolls, and they both know each other's roots and know each other's difficulties.

But the high elves...

Some Gudak high-ranking officials also recalled the tragic memories of being pressed by the highborne elves of Sandara in the records of the ancestors' books.

"Damn it! I can't control that much anymore!"

Suddenly being attacked from three sides, the situation facing the Drakkari troll is already very critical.

Malak, the Frost King, ordered with a grim expression: "Let all the priests desperately urge Loa to join the battle! First strengthen the defense line at the functional layer, and never let the enemy destroy our farmland and workshops!"

"What's the situation in Salongya? Is it sure to block the enemy's attack?"

The chief priest of Salongya is also one of the members of the Ice Council. He said with a wry smile: "Salongya just received the news that the fortress was attacked, and he hasn't seen the enemy yet."

"Your Majesty, with all due respect..."

The chief priest hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth and said, "The elves and furbolgs are obviously well prepared. They attacked from two directions almost simultaneously, and the target was precisely aimed at Dak'Saron Fortress."

"I'm not advocating the enemy to belittle myself, but with the current strength of Dak'Saron Fortress...even with the help of Saronya, it is unlikely to reverse the situation."

"I suggest directly abandoning the Daksaron Fortress, which is doomed to fall, and withdrawing Saronya to the functional layer to strengthen the defense line."

The priest's bold suggestion drew an uproar from fellow councilors.

"Are you asking us to give up the outer territory directly! How dare you say such humiliating and humiliating words?! Skinning! Death penalty!"

"It's understandable to want to preserve Losalonya for the sake of your own power, but your guess is too pessimistic. Daxalong Fortress is a strong city, how could it be breached so easily!"

"Fortified City?"

Anyway, it has already been opened, and the priest of Salongya refuted with a sneer, not daring to show weakness.

"A strong city that has been mobilized by a large number of elites, is being attacked from two sides, and does not have any city defense weapons? Who stipulated the strong city? Did you designate it yourself?"

Taking a deep breath, the Saronya priests ignored those Loa priests who were yelling at each other for their own interests, and bowed respectfully to Malak, who had a cloudy face.

"Your Majesty, please make a decision early."

"The enemy's speed is too fast. No matter how we deal with it, Dak'Saron Fortress cannot be defended."

"Perhaps our reinforcements haven't been assembled yet, and Dak'Saron Fortress has already been captured."

"Since it is destined to fall, it is better to preserve the vitality."

"This three-sided attack is obviously planned for a long time. I suspect that the three parties have already reached an agreement in secret. Dakalai must deal with it carefully, and if it is a little careless..."

The Saronya priest didn't finish his sentence, but he believed that the people present were not fools.

Malak, the Frost King, was silent with a gloomy expression. The councilors present knew his temper well, so they didn't dare to interrupt at this time.

"call……"

After more than a minute, Malak finally made up his mind, and exhaled a foul breath with a tired face.

"Recall Saronya, but don't let it go to the functional defense."

A cold light flickered in Malak's eyes: "Send Saronya to the battlefield on the northern front, let him and Celetus fight with all their strength, and force back the attack of the Iron Legion in the shortest possible time, and stabilize the situation on the northern front first."

Priest Saronya wanted to say more, but seeing Malak's cold eyes, he could only sigh secretly.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

...

When Sharlayan turned into a silver wolf and stepped on the outer wall of the fortress to jump into the interior first, he happened to see a huge wind snake take off from the highest altar.

Before leaving, the huge wind snake gave Sharlayan a vicious look when he invaded the fortress, and then went north without looking back. The troll priest is suspended in the air.

Sharlayan: "?"

"What's the situation? Are you planning to vote directly?"

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