Ranger King of Azeroth

  Chapter 27 Victory of Glory

  'Breakthrough! '

  The ecstasy in Charlemagne's heart didn't show on his face. He even consciously maintained the concentrated output speed just now. He was waiting for an opportunity. When the opponent's attack failed again, it was time for him to take the initiative.

"Ha ha…"

  Halaz gradually realized that something was wrong after attacking furiously for a while, and if he continued to fight like this, he would not be able to kill this cheap elf kid who was devoted to defense even if he overdrawn his anger.

  The newborn troll began to slow down his attack quietly, but this change was quickly noticed by Charlemagne, who was fighting in close quarters.

  'Want to leave? How could it be so easy! '

  Since the opponent is already powerless, it's time for him to fight back.

Charlemagne dodged Halaz's scimitar again. This time, instead of retreating as usual, he rushed towards the opponent's arms. This made Halaz, who was used to his fighting rhythm, suddenly Did not respond.

   Sylvanas noticed Charlemagne's more aggressive fighting style in recent rounds. Although he was a little puzzled about it, he probably understood Charlemagne's thoughts when he saw Halraz's panting appearance.

   "Whoosh whoosh!"

   A series of three aimed shots were fired by Cirvanas in the pattern of continuous arrows.

From the beginning of the battle to the present, in order to avoid a window of inability to support in time, Cirvanas has been controlling the use of the concentration value. Once this extravagant shooting mode comes out, it means that she also believes that the time for the decisive battle has arrived. .

   On the other side, Nalorak was also injured all over his body. Under the siege of two high-level rangers, even he who believed in the spirit of the giant bear and had thick skin and flesh began to feel unable to support him.

  Ekilson was suppressed miserably by Lianda's proficient fire magic, and the eagle spirit feathers on his head had been scorched a lot.

   Li Reza stood on the high ground with her arms folded and looked at the battle situation below with satisfaction. With her sharp eyes, she could of course see that all the three front lines had taken the upper hand.

   "Hehe, not to mention Yawen and Sclan, Lianda, the leader of the new generation of the royal family, really deserves her reputation. It should be a few years since she broke through to the 7th ring."

   But what satisfied her the most was her proud disciple Charlemagne. Although this kid deliberately concealed his clumsiness, unlike Halraz who was in the middle of the battle, Li Reza, who was a bystander, had already discovered Charlemagne's breakthrough.

   "There is a successor to the Theron family..."

   But at this point, she shook her head with some annoyance, "I don't understand why that kid, like Alleria, is so obsessed with joining the Farstrider, forget it..."

   Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Although Alleria was very angry when she first proposed to give up her duties as a ranger general, since her daughter has her own ideas, she will not force her to follow the path she has arranged.

  And compared to the rebellious and daring eldest daughter Aurelia, the second daughter who has a strong sense of responsibility and is naturally strong is obviously more suitable for this position than her.

   "It's time to decide the winner!"

  Just as Li Reza thought, Halaz had no time to react to the sudden change of style.

  Although instinctively withdrew the scimitar and knocked away Cirvanas' arrows that were heading straight for his head, but Charlemagne had already attacked his heart with the double knives before he had no time to stop them.

   Fortunately, it was only the attack of the middle-level ranger. If he used the remaining anger in his body, he should not be seriously injured. With the recovery ability of the troll, some minor injuries are not taken seriously at all.

   But he realized something was wrong when the knife was in front of him. This strength and the energy covering the knife were obviously beyond the middle-level category.

   "Breakthrough! Elf boy, you..."

   Before Halaz finished his panicked shouts, Charlemagne's double knives had already penetrated deeply into his chest.

   "Yes!"

   "It's over..."

  Just when both sides thought that Halraz would surely die, the double knives in Charlemagne's hands happened to die at this time...

   "Clang!"

  The double knives, which were already densely covered with cracks, were at the end of their strength when they broke through Halraz's chest full of anger, and finally both broke when they were about to hit the heart.

   This sudden situation made Halraz and Charlemagne stunned at the same time.

Halraz, who escaped his life, was the first to react, brandishing the scimitar and forcing Charlemagne, who was holding the broken knife, back. He was about to turn around and run away in ecstasy, but was caught by Cirvanas who had reacted in advance. The aimed shot hit the knee precisely.

   "Boom!"

  The tall troll crashed to the ground, and Charlemagne, who reacted, quickly disarmed and subdued him with the rangers around him.

   "Hmph! It's your fate, but you should still pray that you will be treated well after being imprisoned in Silvermoon City."

  Although it was a pity that he didn't take Halraz's life at the last moment, it was a good harvest to be able to capture him alive, and he finally avenged the scar on his face.

   On the other hand, the trolls, who had finally rushed through the trap and were being entangled by the rangers in the front row, quickly lost their fighting spirit when they saw one of their commanders captured.

  Most of the trolls ignored Nalorak and Ekirson who were still fighting, turned around and began to flee towards Zul'Aman.

  However, only one out of ten of these fleeing trolls can escape in the end, and the high elves, mainly long-range troops, are very advantageous in chasing and killing them.

   Another part of the smarter trolls simply dropped their weapons and surrendered on their knees, but these people survived by luck. Although their future fate is unknown, at least they are still alive now.

  Nalorak and Ekirson saw that the general situation was over, and after looking at each other, they both resorted to their desperate moves.

  Nalorak prayed for the protection of the giant bear spirit, greatly strengthened his defense in a short period of time, and finally fled back to Zul'Aman under the desperate obstruction of the surrounding guards.

Ekirson also asked for the help of the Eagle Spirit. His hands grew many feathers in a short period of time, and then he turned and flew into the sky without stopping. After avoiding Lianda's spell, he also entered the Zul'Aman.

  Although they don't know how the defeated two will face Zujin's anger after returning, at least they are much better than that captured idiot Halraz.

  The centuries-old feud between high elves and trolls means that each side rarely takes the other's captives, and when they are caught...the end is usually dire.

Charlemagne still remembers what happened to Zul'jin in history. The leader of the Amani troll was also captured. He was undoubtedly tortured by the high elves and was poked blind in one eye. In the end, it was him Finding a chance to cut off his left arm was able to escape.

   With the trolls fleeing, dying, and captured being captured, this routine war with the trolls finally ended with the victory of the high elves.

  The Amani troll, who was hit hard again, will be powerless to attack again, at least in the next few years or even ten years when the next generation grows up.

   Li Reza greeted the returning warrior with a rare smile. The victory in this war finally avenged his husband, but the culprit, Zujin, is still entrenched in the depths of Zul'Aman...

  But that's not what should be considered now, Li Reza raised the artifact Sasdora in his hand and cheered loudly.

   "We are victorious! Glory to the Quel'dorei!"

   "Glory to the Quel'dorei!"

   Against the gray and defeated looks of the captives, under the reflection of the morning light, the radiant victory celebration of the high elves is particularly valuable.

  (end of this chapter)