The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Drawing his scimitar again, Lor'themar said, "Let me give you a word of advice. Can we not start with swords and guns?"

Blocking the wand with ease, Lor'themar said, "Rommath, this is not the way to test. It seems that there is something wrong with your brain. You are indeed seriously ill."

Hearing this, the silent Green Eyes Rommath's eyes were completely ignited with fire. Lor'themar said he was a patient as soon as he opened his mouth. Who could stand such a bad temper recently? !

"Your Excellency the Grand Mage, if you have a grudge against yourself, why not vent it out to the evil monsters outside."

"Trust me for once, Romance...you can't stand in our way."

"Do you think I'm right, Halduron Brightwing?"

Halduron, who rushed in with the Cyborg brigade, said: "Yes, no one can stand in our way."

In the blink of an eye, Green-Eyed Romans had his wand snatched away by Halduron and clamped in one hand before he could even begin to defend himself.

Just as he was about to mobilize his strength to shock Halduron away, Rommath felt a peaceful arcane force entering his body. He couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Halduron coldly.

This arcane power cannot be absorbed instantly. It is of the same nature as the rage that those warriors are studying. However, Romans has been threatened and his power cannot be used.

"Good, very good, Romance, you managed to resist the urge."

Injecting a blue light into the surprised Green-Eyed Rommath to tighten the restraint, Lor'themar said: "My fellow illustrious Quel'dorei, I, Lor'themar Theron, am here today to do only one thing!"

"Kill the enemy, just kill the enemy, in the end it's just to kill the enemy!"

"The other areas didn't welcome me very much, so I had no choice but to obey the request of Grandia Theron and Lydia Bloodhawk and come here to fight the undead and demons."

Lor'themar helped the rather bewildered Green-Eyes Rommath up and said, "I think you all can understand my passion for killing the enemy."

"Therefore, my lords, can you give us, the Quel'dorei, a chance to serve our country? I thank you for your kindness on behalf of everyone else!"

Lor'themar waved his hand fiercely at the stunned Quel'dorei of the Cynosure Brigade behind him and said, "Why are you still standing there? Follow me and kill the enemy!"

Without waiting for their loyal followers to react, Lor'themar and Halduron leaped up at the same time, arcane power pulsating from their hands and blue light filling their longbows.

When the two ranger captains leaped into the air, they pulled their longbows to their full length, like a half moon. Lor'themar condensed an arrow of light, and Halduron took out a feather arrow.

At the same time, there was a sound of landing on the ground. The two men came to the edge of the city wall, one on the left and one on the right. They aimed in a direction at random, released the bowstring, and shot an arrow with great force... great force and concentration.

Boom! Concentrated arrows hit a tall abomination stitched monster at the same time, and blue light exploded, shattering the surrounding undead and clearing out a short circular area.

If the arcane flash arrow that Lor'themar shot at Kel'Thuzad before was an accident, then the arcane explosive arrow shot by Lor'themar and Halduron now can prove that it is not an accident, but a certainty.

Neither of them has the basic qualities of a normal ranger, hunter, or archer. They can't even use barrage or rain of arrows, the basic qualities of a normal grandmaster-level archer.

"Harduron, your archery skills are really good. You have improved even more!"

"Of course, Lor'themar. It's been almost twenty-one years. How could I not have made some progress?"

"Why, you won't even give me a little encouragement, 'brother'?"

"You've made a lot of progress compared to this morning. 'Brother', do you want to have one?!"

"It is necessary, Halduron!"

Bang! Seeing the two ranger captains confidently high-five and encouraging each other, all the Quel'dorei fell silent.

Don't you two feel ashamed of your actions at all?!

After a high-five between brothers, Lor'themar and Halduron once again bent their bows like full moons and shot out single arrows in front of the Quel'dorei.

In Lor'themar's eyes, the complicated expressions of the other Quel'dorei were nothing. Being able to destroy the enemy meant good archery skills.

This is the power of an ordinary ranger. Why bother with all those fancy fake moves?

As an ordinary ranger captain of Quel'Thalas, Lor'themar considers himself responsible for protecting the country and the people. The sound of the arcane explosion is so pleasant.

After firing five arrows in a row, Lor'themar suddenly turned around and looked at the two lieutenants in front of the Cyborg Brigade and said, "Lydia, Grandia, step out!"

"As you command, Captain Lor'themar!"

Pressured by this sudden stern gaze, Lydia jumped and landed next to Lor'themar.

She imitated him and pulled the longbow in her hand to its full extent, shooting an arrow that instantly split into ten arrows, piercing the center of the target, indirectly restraining the enemy or directly killing him.

Seeing that his lieutenant was so sensible and understood his thoughts, Lor'themar said: "Lydia, don't be bound by worldly views."

"For those of us in this line of work, no matter what else, the death of the enemy is ironclad bloody evidence."

Patting Green-Eyes Rommath who had come to his side at some point, Lor'themar said, "Brother, I was right about you."

Then, Lor'themar turned his head and looked at the cowardly and incompetent behind him... and took a few more steps. The brave were fearless.

After looking at the upper class whose eyes were restricting his teammates, Lor'themar stepped on them...but nothing happened.

This group of short-sighted Quel'dorei upper class were actually on the city wall... When their tricks failed, Lor'themar immediately fired three blue arrows, and another three consecutive explosions!

Looking at the silent ranger captain, Grandia suddenly felt the meaning of Halduron's occasional eyes. If she didn't go over, her nephew would be gone.

Realizing that things were getting tense, Grandia flashed to Lydia's side and waved her hand to cast a Pyroblast to show her determination.

Glancing at the lieutenant who had come over after being threatened by the vice-captain, Lor'themar said, "Grandia, I have seen your future."

"Even if you can't enter the Silver Moon Council, I'm sure you can get a seat among the magicians."

Turning to look at the silent Grand Magister, Lor'themar said, "Rommath, do you think what I said is right?"

The next second, a blue light lit up around Lor'themar, and the rich blue light covered the bodies of the four elves around him, making Salorian, who had just walked over, even more confused.

Arcane doesn’t look like Arcane, and Holy Light doesn’t look like... It should be a blue version of Holy Light. It’s a familiar feeling, just like encountering a Holy Light Priest after being injured and being struck by a beam of Holy Light.

The blue light dissipated, and Lor'themar, wearing the Phoenix Armor, fluttered his cloak, causing Green-Eyed Rommath to call out, "Lor'themar Theron?"

Another arrow was shot out, and Lor'themar said: "You are not mistaken, Grand Magister, I am Regent Lord Lor'themar Theron."

"When I saw you, I knew I couldn't keep pretending. Quel'Thalas needs our help."

"After Pandaria, I felt the glory of the Sin'dorei and made a vow to change my fate."

Glancing at Halduron, who looked calm, Lor'themar said, "Ever since the first death knight under the Lich King razed my hometown and killed countless innocent elves in Quel'Thala."

When the battle reached the top of the city, Lor'themar said: "I am irreconcilable with the Undead Scourge. No one can stop me from killing the undead!"

Hearing what Lor'themar said, a group of Quel'dorei who came behind him subconsciously lost their voices.

I've laid so much groundwork just to say this... It seems that patients with different symptoms spend time together... What's going on? Don't think too much!

With his left foot standing on the top of the city wall and his right foot floating in the air, Lor'themar's eyes were full of farewell. He could not bear to see these elves hiding in such a solid defensive facility.

The bow turned into a Phoenix Greatsword, and Lor'themar immediately... Halduron lifted his cloak, which was the tacit understanding between brothers.

"Lor'themar, the time has not come yet. You are still too weak."

With Halduron's words, the other Quel'dorei nodded one after another, their eyes extremely serious.

Even a legend can't hold out for long alone, how can a mere grandmaster like you... Halduron put Lor'themar down, and Lor'themar grabbed Halduron's arm with his backhand.

"Brother, I, Lor'themar, believe I have treated you well. We need to wait for the right time."

Pulling up the regent who remembered how weak he was with one hand, Halduron said: "Don't think too much, let's just do our own thing."

"My compatriots, follow me, Halduron, and shoot the enemy!"