"Silvanas, what are you doing?"

Sylvanas did not respond to his king, and the longbow in his hand was still pointing at Medivh. The crystal clear tip of the arrow refracted the blue sunlight, and the tense bowstrings creaked.

The Guardian's face was not turbulent, and he seemed not to want to explain at all.

Zach glanced at the Elf King sitting on the chair, then looked at the guards who remained motionless outside the door, and probably guessed the situation in front of him.

He turned his head and said, "Aretin, Ada, say hello to Ms. Wind Walker."

Following the mage's order, Anastarien saw the black-haired elf wearing heavy rust iron armor behind him walking out.

When the human mage was talking a lot just now, the mysterious male elf and the red-haired female elf stood behind the mage and remained silent from beginning to end, which made the elf king very curious.

What are the helpers Medivh recruited? So what is the strength?

What exactly do these two elves come from? Are they the night elves that grandfather told him when he was a child?

Since Sylvanas has gotten angry, he also wants to use this to see the details of these people.

"Anastarien...Sylvanas..." A low and loud voice rang out in the hall.

The heavy steps made the floor shake slightly, and the rusty iron armor made a harsh friction sound. The tall figure of the male elf was like a deceased covered in armor, blocking Maddie: "A strange name."

He took out a skeleton armor from his waist and slowly brought it to his face. A low and loud voice came from under the mask: "Let me see... Do you deserve the name of an elf..."

"Half-elves, get out of here!" These words made Sylvanas a little confused: "Silver Moon City is the home of high elves, and you can't let go of your wildness here!"

"Hmph, hemph, hemph..." A low laugh came from under the skeleton armor: "Half-elves...high-level elves...you are such an interesting race..." After saying that, he slowly reached out to the long sword around his waist.

Sylvanas narrowed his eyes and watched the other person's fingers approach the hilt inch by inch, ready to release the bowstring at all times.

However, the next moment, the other party suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Fengxing's eyes widened, and a sense of danger followed, making her instinctively bent down to avoid it. Almost at the same time, a long black iron sword slashed behind her head, and the strong wind brought about a cold wind that made Fengxing's neck feel cold.

The Wind Walker rolled forward and opened the distance, let go of his fingers, and the ice arrow broke out into the air, drawing a blue and white trajectory in the air and hit the target.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, a large cloud of ice fog suddenly emerged from the hall.

‘What was that trick just now?’ Sylvanas, who was half kneeling on the ground, frowned: “Is it a teleportation technique?”

As the ice fog dissipated, she saw the skeleton warrior still standing in place, with an arrow in his chest covering an ice crystal. Sylvanas looked down and saw that the other party was holding a piece of ink blue rag in his hand, with a strand of golden hair in his arms.

The hair that was originally tied behind the head was scattered like a waterfall. The female elf touched the top of her head and realized that her hood was half missing.

"Damn half-elves!" She pulled the bowstrings again, and a new ice condensed between her fingers.

However, the tall skeleton warrior had no intention of dodging. He threw the rag at his feet, held the sword upright, and pressed it directly with heavy steps.

Whoosh.

The second ice broke out from the air, but was directly cut in the air by the long sword with a tortuous blade.

More attacks followed, and one after another of the ice arrows shot out from the purple wood longbow, many of which successfully hit the target, leaving white ice shells on the black heavy armor of the Wild Hunter King.

Whoosh.

An ice arrow pounced on the air, and Arretin flashed behind Sylvanas again, and his sword stabbed the female elf's back.

"Use the same trick again!" Sylvanas did not look back and dodged the attack sideways, turned around and shot an arrow on the helmet of the Wild Hunter King.

Arretin raised his head and took two steps back. He wiped the ice crystals on his face armor, snorted coldly and attacked again.

The long sword, shaped like lightning, flew up and down, slashed and slashed, and fell on Sylvanas several times, but it was always a slight difference.

The figure of the female elf moved around in this small room, and her agile figure could always avoid the attack of Arretin.

The Wild Hunter King flashed to the close of General Ranger several times, but he failed to get a slight advantage.

At the same time, more and more ice arrows fell on Arretin's body, and the white frost gradually covered the whole body and even filled the gaps in the joints. His movements became slower and slower, and he could no longer keep up with the flexible movements of General Ranger.

The scale of victory was accelerating and sliding towards Sylvanas.

In the end, the Wild Hunter King was covered with a layer of ice crystals. He waved his long sword and slashed the Ranger's head, but his movements were slow like a doll that had been rusted for hundreds of years.

Sylvanas stopped hiding, slowly raised the longbow, and the arrow pointed to the other side's face and loosened the bowstring.

The ice fog dissipated, and Arretin had been frozen into an ice sculpture, standing still.

"Half-elf..." General Ranger put away his longbow, looked up at the tall warrior in front of him, and shook his head with contempt: "You have some ability to resist so many ice arrows."

The two sides seem to have decided on the outcome.

"Okay, Sylvanas..." Anastarien stood up: "I still need to explain to you about Medivh..."

Halfway through his speech, his tone suddenly changed: "Silvanas, behind you!"

At the same time, Sylvanas suddenly heard a crisp sound.

Accompanied by the sound of ice cubes breaking, a cold voice rang behind me: "Do you call this ice arrow?"

Sylvanas rolled forward without hesitation, but his vision was not stable yet, and he saw a knee covered in armor coming towards her.

Bang!

After a moment of dizziness, her whole body fell backwards, and her rich combat experience allowed her to quickly find the center and adjust her posture.

She widened her eyes, but there was nothing in her blurry vision. The next moment she was kicked hard on the back of her waist.

"You know nothing about the cold."

The whole body flew forward again, and the half-elf appeared in front of her out of thin air, snatching her neck and lifting her into the air.

Sylvanas kept kicking the King of Wild Hunting with his feet hanging in the air, but it didn't work at all. The heavy armor wrapped around the opponent made her have nowhere to start.

A low voice full of jokes said in her ear: "Only armored on her chest and buttocks..."

The hand armors in the sections were bent one after another. The Wild Hunter King clamped his five fingers and punched Sylvanas's exposed belly with one punch.

A circle of ripples swung open on Feng Xingzhe's belly, and her whole body swung like a water bag hanging in the air.

Bang!

Arretin threw Sylvanas heavily on the ground, watching the female elf cough violently, curled up in a ball.

"What kind of stupid and boring life do you so-called high elves live to come up with this ridiculous design."

Zach shook his head when he heard this.

Ada Emin snickered while covering her mouth.

Anastalian looked embarrassed and wanted to speak but stopped.

"I am Arretin Brick Glass..." The Wild Hunter put away his long sword, walked to Anastarien, and said condescendingly: "I am Ian Al's Elf King..."

"I came to this faraway world to fight for my home and race..."

He looked outside, and the dreamy city in the forest reminded him of Tirnalya: "Quelthalas is your beautiful home..."
Chapter completed!