Eversong Forest in Flames

The sound of Zul'jin hitting the arcane guard was so loud that the whole earth seemed to make a painful sound at that moment. However, this was the last sound of battle on the battlefield.

Except for a very small number of powerful trolls who were strengthened by the Storm Altar and used the power of wind to fly across the huge scar on the earth, 99% of the trolls were left behind.

In the huge gap, the trolls' groans of pain could be heard. It was conceivable that there would not be too many trolls left alive, nor too few. The trolls' extremely strong vitality meant that as long as their heads and hearts were not destroyed, they would be able to heal themselves perfectly.

It doesn't matter. The trolls in the crack have nowhere to escape, and death will surely await them once they climb out.

Duke used the Slow Fall to float down from the top of the city wall, landing accurately in front of Kael'thas and extending his hand to the elven prince.

"Congratulations, His Highness Kael'thas. This was a perfect counterattack! It looks like I can save my men a few hundred kilometers." Duke spoke loudly, his voice so loud that hundreds of people around could hear it clearly.

If the elves had suffered hundreds of casualties in exchange for the destruction of 50,000 trolls before the war with the Horde, the high elves would have shown Duke what "superior" meant.

That kind of arrogant temper that seems superior to others cannot be suppressed at all.

Now, anyone with a little bit of brains knows that this is just Duke putting up a last fig leaf for the glory of the high elves. A day ago, the beaten high elves huddled in their own main city, and even the last magic defense array was cracked by the Horde. If a girl in thin clothes was helpless in the corner, she would be ravaged by her enemies.

Duke made a brilliant appearance.

The mighty power of one flag driving away ten thousand troops told the high elves about the changes in the outside world, and also told them how terrifying Duke's ferocity was.

If Duke had not scared off the main force of the Horde centered on the orcs, would the elves be able to beat the trolls for revenge?

If they had not been rescued as quickly as possible, how could the elven soldiers and civilians who were scattered throughout the Eversong Forest and temporarily hiding have escaped the trolls' brutal extermination campaign?

What's more, after losing 70,000 troops, the elves could no longer stand up straight.

Kael'thas was also very straightforward. He bowed to Duke on the spot and said, "No, no, no. It is entirely thanks to your full support, Duke, that we were able to cross the gates of hell and return to this world."

Duke is a good person, and Kael'thas is an even better person, so naturally both the host and the guests were having a great time.

Next, there was nothing else Duke could do except sending out a large number of demon spirits to clean up the battlefield and sweep away the scattered trolls.

The huge crack created by the rune stone array was nearly 40 meters deep. This was a very terrifying height for mortals, and most of the trolls who were forced to fall down by the flames died. However, many trolls escaped because they fell on their companions.

Of course the elves would not let them go, and under Du's instigation, they poured kerosene and other things into the fire, burning all the survivors. The trolls' healing power was useless in the face of flames.

In fact, Duke really wanted the elves to send troops to attack from both sides and destroy Orgrim's elite troops in Quel'Thalas. Unfortunately, the elves complained that the losses were too severe and the troops were insufficient to maintain domestic security, but in fact most of them were scared.

Didn't you see that the Wildhammer dwarves came out in full force and all ran out?

The elf refused to move.

Duke still has to move. Even if it is not suitable to have a decisive battle with Orgrim now, at least he should not be allowed to mess around.

Duke called on Kurdran Wildhammer and his Griffin Knights to chase in the direction of the Horde's retreat.

"Wait! I'm going too!" Alleria whistled, and as Duke and the dwarves stared in amazement, a group of rangers mounted on the backs of the griffins.

"Damn it! What if a battle breaks out?" Kurdran protested loudly.

"Then please throw us down near the tree canopy. No Windrunner Ranger has ever died from falling in the forest!" Sylvanas shouted.

Alleria hugged Duke's waist from behind and said, "Thank you for solving the troll crisis, but for some reason, I am a little worried about what Orgrim will do."

This is exactly what Duke is worried about.

It was like a defeated dog running away with its tail between its legs; that was not the orcs' style.

The griffin was very fast, and it was no problem for it to fly at 70 or 80 kilometers per hour at full speed. Of course, considering the griffin's endurance and food supply, flying at 60 kilometers per hour was the most ideal. If the griffin really wanted to fly at full speed, it would at least have to get a whole cow to replenish its energy.

Where can I find a thousand cows in Quel'Thalas...

At dusk that day, when Duke saw the light reaching the sky in the distance, the worst-case scenario in his mind came to light - the Sunstrider forest fire!

It was midsummer, the time when forest fires were most likely to occur. From a distance, dozens of fires were seen rising from the southern part of Sunstrider Forest. It was obvious that this was not a natural fire at all.

"Orgrim, you beast!" Alleria's pretty face was covered with tears in anger and sadness. Not only him, but all the elves in Duke's vision showed expressions of grief and anger.

Duke was silent.

As a time traveler from a big city, he might never learn the love of nature that the rangers have. He also couldn't understand their grief after the forest was burned down, as if they had lost their loved ones.

Apparently, the Horde seemed to be leaving very cleanly after the falling out with the trolls last night, but Orgrim, after forcing the Horde to march slightly out of Eversong Woods, set fire directly in the direction of the wind.

The more densely populated areas are obviously the work of the wolf cavalry, and you can see that the fire heads are relatively dense.

The sparse ones, if I'm not mistaken, are the masterpieces of Zuluhed's red dragon.

The flames rolled across the front of the forest like a huge wave. The intense heat instantly evaporated every trace of moisture, making the forest scene sway like a mirage under the setting sun.

There were many black spots swaying back and forth in the sky, emitting long, bright lights - no need to guess, they were flying dragons.

Although the lush Eversong Forest had no shortage of rainfall in the summer, the trees had just been soaked by the rain, but in an instant they were scorched and turned to ashes by the scorching heat of the dragon's breath.

The thick black smoke, coupled with the arrival of night, began to block out the sun.

The flames showed no sign of stopping, and they were carried by the hot summer wind to trees farther away. Although they did not destroy them instantly, they were enough to set them on fire. The fire spread endlessly in all directions, engulfing one tree after another, just like a high-speed spreading plague.