At the foot of the hill of Dangarok Castle, more than thirty tall and slender elf rangers with a height of two meters, wearing green chain armor, carrying gorgeous bows and phoenix halberds, were resting in front of the hill.

There are still traces of the fierce battle four days ago. Many new tombstones have been erected on the cliff not far from the castle. They are the cemeteries of the soldiers who died in the battle to attack and defend the castle.

The dwarves cut off the heads of the orcs and piled them in front of the graves of their comrades to show the glory of that victory and to express their thoughts and condolences to their comrades.

And to commemorate the difficulty of the entire battle.

The rangers pointed at the slightly barbaric pile of skulls, discussing in a low voice in the elves' Salas language, and some elves weaved garlands of randomly picked flowers.

They placed white wreaths on the tombstones of those who died in war.

Express commemoration and condolences to the warriors in an elven way.

On the green cloaks of these elf rangers with sharp ears and white skin, there is the phoenix emblem of the high elves of Quel'Thalas, as well as a small symbol of a war bow and a war halberd intertwined.

That is the symbol of "Far Traveler".

Representing these more than thirty rangers, they are the elite hunter force from the High Elf Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, and the elite ranger Farstrider Legion commanded by the famous Windrunner family for generations.

The high elves have strong magical talents but insufficient strength. Therefore, during the 6,800 years since their founding, they had almost no real warrior legions.

In addition to the powerful mage legion, melee assault missions are generally undertaken by the rangers of Farstrider.

However, for a group of guys with insanely strong magical talents, they generally don't encounter fights that require the Rangers to fight hard on their own territory.

Most of the forces that provoked the high elves had been annihilated by the magic of a large number of elven mages before they began to charge.

"Darren, don't you dwarves always dislike elves? I heard you call them a bunch of sissies yesterday. Why are you so welcoming to these rangers today?"

Black lowered his voice and asked the dwarf captain who was smoking a pipe next to him.

The latter curled his lips and said realistically:

"I really don't like these artificial long ears. Look at their waists! Not to mention women, the waists of those male elves are not as thick as my arms!"

But then again.

The war on the human side is tight and we can't send reinforcements. Ironforge is too far away from here, so it would be nice to have support. Since everyone is fighting against the orcs, I won't complain.

As long as the sissy elves kill orcs with us, I will treat them as friends."

The dwarf captain blew out a smoke ring.

Although he spoke of contempt, dwarves are very honest, and in the end they couldn't help but praise:

"These Farstrider rangers are all good. They killed many greenskins in the Arathi Highlands, and they were ruthless, but their king was far from good.

Do you know that your human Lothar has the blood of Thoradin the Great? Two thousand eight hundred years ago, your Emperor Thoradin and the high elves formed an alliance to fight the forest trolls.

After their victory, the long-eared king announced an eternal alliance with Emperor Thoradin.

As long as his bloodline requests it, Quel'Thalas will do its best to help humans. The long-eared king who was an ally with Emperor Thoradin at that time is now the Elf Sun King!

But Marshal Lothar is still there.

He is the last blood descendant of Emperor Thoradin. Unfortunately, he asked the long-eared Sun King for help, but the long-eared Sun King Anastarian gave up. Fortunately, the noble Windrunner family remembered the alliance.

I heard that a Windrunner girl brought a group of elves to help. The number was quite small, only a few hundred, but they were all heroes.

Hum hum.

A woman has more courage than their king."

Regarding what the dwarf captain said, Black nodded deeply and agreed.

"Mr. Dwarf's words are basically correct, but the Sun King actually has his own difficulties."

The dwarf just finished speaking.

A gentle voice intervened in the conversation between the two, causing the dwarf and Black to turn around at the same time, and saw a strange human being walking towards them.

The reason why he is weird.

It's because he is a human, but wears the same elven chain armor as those rangers.

It means that he is also a companion of these elves.

But the problem is that the kingdom of high elves has inherited the narcissism of the legendary ancient elves and is quite closed in diplomacy.

Few humans are allowed into Silvermoon City.

Let alone joining Quel'Thalas' elite ranger force as a human being. You know, there is still such a stupid argument as "bloodline theory" in Quel'Thalas's Council of Mages.

The human being in front of him is very young, has blond hair, handsome face, but has a slightly older beard.

He carries a war bow and quiver on his back, but instead of a phoenix halberd, he wears two graceful and deadly one-handed axes on his waist. This kind of weapon is not likely to be used by elves.

Blake narrowed his eyes when he saw this special weapon.

He guessed the identity of the visitor.

It's really strange.

A few days ago, I was talking about this "legendary" character with the chatty dwarf Greif Kuangxin, but I didn't expect to see him in person now.

The blond, bearded, and muscular human strode forward, looked at Blake up and down, stretched out his hand towards him, and said in a friendly tone:

"You should be the 'orc killer' that the dwarves praise highly. I heard that you assassinated the chief of the Bonechewer clan and saved Dangarok Castle?

There is also a very powerful ranger hunter who told me that you have hunted dozens of orcs alone in the past few days?"

Blake shrugged.

He stretched out his hand with black gloves and held the hand in front of him.

He said very modestly:

"My dwarf friends like to brag. In fact, I am not as powerful as they brag. At least one-third of those orcs were injured by my dwarf friends first.

I just...

Got a bargain."

"Haha, you really know how to talk."

The human smiled and said humorously:

"If every human warrior could get such a bargain, the orcs would have been driven back to the Dark Portal long ago. You are a rare warrior.

I'm honored to talk to you.

Well, I forgot to introduce myself, that's really rude."

He straightened his body.

With a confident temperament very similar to that of a high elf, he said softly:

"My name is Nathanos, Nathanos Marris, from the Stratholme region of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and I am also a non-staff member of this Farstrider team.

My companions followed the ancient thousand-year oath and came to support the war between humans and orcs. They needed a guide who was familiar with the terrain of northern Xinjiang.

So they found me, who is currently a ranger apprentice.

As a human being, I am honored to join this war to protect our country, and I am even more honored to meet another of my brave and fearless compatriots here."

"You're a good talker, but you have a girly elf vibe to you."

Hearing Nathanos' words, Darren Tieshan, who was sitting on a wine barrel and enjoying tobacco, immediately shook his head and commented in a rude way unique to dwarves.

The result made Black laugh and Nathanos also looked embarrassed.

This human ranger, who will do many great things in the future and whose fate is also very bumpy, is now just a young man who is just starting out, and is not used to the straightforwardness of dwarves.

But he has a good personality.

He didn't feel angry because of the dwarf's blunt words. Instead, he sighed and looked back at his "unsociable" companions.

Dangarok Castle is the territory of the dwarves. Here are a group of short winter melons less than 1.3 meters tall. Black, who is about 1.8 meters tall, stands out from the crowd when he moves around here.

Not to mention these taller high elves.

More than thirty elf rangers were mixed among the dwarves, just like more than thirty flagpoles. As long as you are not blind, you can see clearly.

"Indeed, I have been training with my mentor in Quel'Thalas for the past few years. I have adapted to the customs there, and I have also learned the elves' way of speaking like poetry."

Nathanos turned around and shrugged. The young man who was about the same age as Blake smiled. He explained to Blake and the dwarf in a low voice:

"The rangers near the Tower of Windrunner are actually much better than the elven nobles of Silvermoon City. They won't look at you with contempt and ridicule just because they see that you are a human.

Nor will I alienate you just because you maintain the living habits of a human being.

But even so, in that place, if you cannot learn to talk in a slightly exaggerated and emotional language like them, they will not regard you as a real one of their own.

My mentor told me not to pay attention to the gossip of her compatriots, but I knew that the best way to integrate into a new place was to learn their way of life.

I have to become like them."

At this point, Nathanos lowered his voice as if he was complaining, and winked at the two people in front of him.

explain:

"And although humans always say that elves are arrogant and exaggerated, in fact, believe me, you two, far away from Quel'Thalas, my elven companions have tried to keep a low profile.

The problem is, even their ‘low profile’ is too high profile.”
To be continued...