Ranger King of Azeroth

  Chapter 52 Melee troops suitable for high elves

  The Knights of the Silver Hand is a new order founded by Alonsus Faol, who is now the bishop of Stratholme, when the orcs invaded.

  Since then, the profession of paladin has appeared before the eyes of the world for the first time. This profession can use holy light to heal itself and its comrades on the battlefield like a priest, and can also charge into battle like a warrior.

  Thinking of paladins, Charlemagne had a flash of inspiration. He thought of a most suitable profession to make up for the weakness of high elves.

  'What a fool! Didn’t the Blood Knight Legion of later generations clearly prove the applicability of this profession to high elves...’

   In fact, Charlemagne is also in the dark, and now the paladin has not yet appeared in the world of Azeroth, so he naturally considered other front-row occupations first.

  However, just as Anasterian said, the profession of warrior is not suitable for high elves who cannot afford to die, but it is different for paladins.

   Isn’t this kind of profession that can charge into battle and has a super life-saving ability just suitable for Quel’Dorei?

  At this time, Anasterian obviously didn't know what Charlemagne was thinking, and he was still continuing his ancient history.

   "However, the Tirisfal Forest is not a place suitable for high elves to live in. After leading the people to live here for several years, the former King Dath'Rema discovered that there is some kind of evil existence under this forest that can affect the emotions of his people."

   "The high elves are gradually becoming irritable and irritable, so he led the people to continue north to find a more suitable home."

   "Finally, with the reports from the spies, we finally found this forest that also has a powerful magic net—Eternal Song Forest."

   "However, when they arrived here, the former kings of Dath'Rema and the others also discovered their old enemies who also lived here—the trolls."

   "The hatred between trolls and elves can even be related to tens of thousands of years ago. I won't go into details because it is too far away. In short, the two sides have temporarily entered a stalemate after preliminary trials."

   "At this time, the late king Dath'Rema poured a bottle of water from the Eternal Well that he had brought from Kalimdor into a small lake at the hub of the Magic Web in the Eversong Forest..."

  Sean's eyes lit up, "Could it be..."

  The Sun King nodded with a smile, "That's right, this is the origin of the Sunwell on which our high elves live."

   Speaking of which, Anasterian let out a sigh of relief, and leaned his body back on the back of the chair again.

"Okay, that's the end of ancient history. I believe you all know it later. For thousands of years, we have been entangled with this group of Amani trolls living in Eversong Forest until the human Thoradin With the help of the Emperor, they were severely damaged in the troll war, and this ushered in the peaceful life of Quel'Thalas for thousands of years."

   "But these trolls still don't give up, and they will attack Quel'Thalas again every ten years or so. That's why there are ranger troops stationed in the southern part of the forest all year round to closely monitor them."

Elderly people have the habit of recalling the past. It has been a long time since the Sun King spoke so freely in front of curious young people. After he stopped talking, he took a sip of the sunlight aged wine on the table and sighed comfortably. .

Sean, Liadrin, and Cirvanas suddenly accepted such a large amount of information, and for a while they couldn't make up their minds. At this time, Charlemagne organized his thoughts and began to propose to Anasterian. suggestion.

   "Your Majesty, if there is a profession that can provide healing for yourself and your comrades and fight with melee weapons, can it serve as the front line of our Quel'dorei army?"

   Anastrian, who was squinting his eyes to rest his mind, frowned when he heard Charlemagne's words, opened his eyes and looked at him majestically.

   "If there is such a profession, it is of course the most suitable front-line force for our high elves, but... I have never heard of such a convenient profession."

  In recent years, Quel'Dorei's professional system has become more and more deformed. The Sun King also saw it in his eyes and was anxious, but after considering many possibilities, he rejected them one by one.

  First of all, warriors are not good, druids...high elves don't have that system of inheritance, and Anastrian also feels rejection from the bottom of his heart against this kind of profession that night elves are vigorously developing.

As for the ranger's animal companions... Anasterian has also considered it, but the only native species in Eversong Forest are lynxes and dragon eagles, and even the chocobos are from Kalimdor when Dath'Rema came from Kalimdor. brought over.

  Dragonhawk and Lynx, both of which focus on agility are obviously not good choices for the front row. If there is a black bear like a dwarf, it would be a good supplement, but unfortunately...no!

  Hearing what Charlemagne said at this time really moved his heart. If this kind of profession that is not only resistant but also self-healing really exists, it is undoubtedly the best choice.

  Charlemagne smiled confidently, "Maybe not yet, but I already have a preliminary idea. When I go out for a trip, I will find the right person to see if it can be realized."

Charlemagne originally planned to take Alleria directly to the desolate land of Kalimdor to find the tauren family after her return, and try to win them over to move. After all, this kind of rough-skinned and thick-skinned simple and honest tauren is the strongest The name of the land warfare race is really no joke.

But to be honest, Charlemagne didn't have much confidence. If he wasn't forced to rush, who would leave his hometown and cross the endless sea to go to another continent? .

  However, even if they cannot be persuaded to move, it is a good idea to try to see if an alliance agreement can be reached in advance.

But now that he thought of a better and more effective method, he naturally changed the first stop of his trip, and went directly to Stratholme to ask Alonsus Faol, who has not yet been promoted to Archbishop of Lordaeron. Can the paladin be brought out in advance.

  Thinking of this, Charlemagne glanced at the priestess who had a somewhat blank look.

  ‘Looking for an opportunity to see if you can persuade Liadrin to introduce you, the believers of the Holy Light should have some contact with each other, right? '

  The Sun King was a little disappointed when he heard what Charlemagne said, but he nodded encouragingly.

   "Okay, if such a profession is really born, I will definitely persuade the Silver Moon Council to invest a lot of resources to create a regular army, but this can't be cultivated in a year or two, right? It will probably take at least a few decades."

  Charlemagne smiled mysteriously, "That's hard to say. Everything is still uncertain now. I will report to His Majesty anytime I have an idea. Please give me a chance to meet with Your Majesty when the time comes."

"Ha ha"

Anastrian smiled and pointed at Charlemagne, and casually took out a ring from his waist. Looking closely, he could see the phoenix pattern of the Sunstrider family engraved on the surface of the ring. The entire surface of the ring exuded strong magic. Emmanuel.

   "I made this ring in my spare time. Let's call it the Phoenix Ring. It can slightly reduce the mana consumption of casting spells. For a ranger like you, it's better than nothing."

   "Take this ring as a token. Next time you have something to report, just show this ring to the lawbreakers at the door, and they will let you in."

  Charlemagne solemnly accepted the ring and put it in the magic backpack, stood up and saluted with one hand on his chest, "Thank you, Your Majesty, Charlemagne will definitely live up to your Majesty's expectations."

   There is another branch of the elves... called Rondore, 6 is too bad.

  (end of this chapter)