Ranger King of Azeroth

Chapter 1 Prologue

Eversong Forest, the magical forest where the high elf country Quel'Thalas lives, has a powerful magic barrier protection with the support of the sunwell's magic power.

However, the usually quiet and peaceful forest was filled with the breath of death and destruction.

The corpses of the high elves are scattered in the forest of their hometown, and their exquisite appearances are distorted and deformed by the fear before death.

The most frightening thing is that these bodies that have lost their vitality stand up again under the evil spells of a group of black-robed spellcasters, and point their weapons at their compatriots who are still alive not far away.

A female commander in the position of the high elves is giving orders.

"Build a good line of defense, we can't let these living dead continue to advance!"

"Lor'themar, take your men to defend Qingfeng Village! We can't let the Scourge transform more of our compatriots!"

"Yes! Halduron, follow up!"

After the one-eyed elf Lor'themar led his men away, the commander finally looked up at the approaching Scourge in the distance.

Dazzling long blond hair as if bathed in the brilliance of the sun, smooth and delicate wheat-colored skin, a fit body and straight and slender thighs, coupled with an outstanding appearance and heroic temperament among elves, this commander Just standing in the position can boost the morale of the compatriots.

Because she is the ranger general Windrunner of Quel'Thalas, the kingdom of high elves, Sylvanas Windrunner.

Ever since Dath'Remar Sunstrider, the first Sun King, led his highborne to escape from Kalimdor, he crossed the endless sea and came to this place he named Eversong Forest to establish the kingdom of high elves, Quel'Sala. Sri Lanka, more than 6,000 years have passed.

The ancient surname of Windrunner, as a family of ranger generals who have been loyal to Quel'Thalas for generations, will naturally stand up and defend their homeland when this kind of country lives or dies.

‘Aurelia... Please bless us to survive this disaster. '

Cirvanas took out a tightly crafted necklace from the deep career line on his chest, stared at the small characters engraved on it, and prayed silently in his heart.

Weakness is naturally not a trait that a Ranger General should have. After praying, she raised her head firmly again and commanded her compatriots.

"Raise the bow, aim at the living dead in the front row of the enemy!"

"But... General, those are our compatriots!"

An elf in the front row with a green face was obviously hesitant. He still clearly remembered the wobbly undead walking in the front, which was his childhood friend from the same village.

"Don't hesitate! They are dead now, no longer your compatriots as you know them. Get ready, Ranger! For Quel'Thalas!" Sylvanas warned sternly.

"Yes! For Quel'Thalas!" The young elf also got ready.

The female general drew the bow in her hand and pointed at an enemy monk and gave a loud order.

"Prepare for salvo! Shoot arrows!"

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The rangers with firm eyes followed the general's order and shot the arrows in their hands. The slow-moving living dead in front could hardly dodge the attack, and fell to the ground one by one.

Sirvanas took the lead. Active in the forest, she shot the arrows in her hand at a speed that ordinary people couldn't see clearly, and quickly shot and killed the casters in the back row of the Scourge.

Behind the army of the dead, a silver-haired man in heavy plate armor smiled sullenly, stretched out his hand and pointed the cold long sword in his hand at the elf position on the opposite side.

"Continue to send follow-up troops to attack and crush them! The Scourge is unstoppable, for the sake of the Lich King!"

The overwhelming undead army gradually submerged the high elves' defense line like a tide. Although the ranger general tried his best to resist, the gap in strength was huge.

Finally, the high elves were defeated, and Sylvanas was knocked to the ground panting heavily.

"Ha... ha... traitor! If it weren't for you, how could Quel'Thalas' barrier be breached so easily!"

The weak Ranger General looked at a well-dressed male elf behind the silver-haired man with disdain.

"hehe"

The man kept an elegant smile and bowed, "General Windrunner, whatever you say, as a result, I have obtained eternal life, and you will die here in a miserable way."

"Humph! It's not that simple."

The silver-haired man in plate armor pointed the rune sword at Cirvanas' heart.

"Ranger General of Quel'Thalas, you are very capable, and your ability will be used by me in the future. Feel this eternal curse!"

"What? You... what did you do! Monster!"

Cirvanas cried out in pain, but she could still feel her soul being pulled out of her body and entering the rune magic sword.

'Aurelia, Vereesa, sorry...'

When she was dying, the female elf silently recited her sister's name in her heart.

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"No!"

With a loud shout, everything that happened in front of my eyes disappeared without a trace as if erased by magic.

"Ha ha!"

A male elf was sweating profusely and sat up from the lawn panting heavily.

"Is it this dream again... It's so real!"

This male elf with silver shawl and long hair is still looking at the beautiful forest with a magical aura in front of him in horror.

This is near Fengxing Village in the south of Yongsong Forest. In his previous nightmare, this place had already been breached. After that, the entire forest would leave a permanent scar—the scar of death—as far as Silvermoon City.

And in later generations, this place is called the land of ghosts.

"Charlemagne, are you having nightmares again?"

Beside the male elf, a woman with picturesque eyebrows gently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a worried expression.

This female elf is 80% similar in appearance to Cirvanas seen in the dream, the only difference lies in temperament.

Sirvanas is heroic and has a firm gaze, while the female elf in front of her is gentle and graceful, with a worried face.

'That's right... how can it be different, after all, they are sisters. ’ thought Charlemagne with a wry smile.

Then he held the female elf's hand with a smile on his face.

"I'm fine...thank you, Alleria."

This female elf is none other than Sylvanas Windrunner's elder sister... Alleria Windrunner.

The later generations, Alleria, had disappeared during the First World War, and did not reappear in the eyes of everyone until many years later... together with her husband Tulayan.

‘Hehe, Tulayan, although I’m sorry, you don’t have any part of Aurelia. '

The full name of this male elf named Charlemagne is Charlemagne Theron.

Is this surname familiar?

That is of course, because he is the elder brother of Lor'themar Theron, the regent of Quel'Thalas who was jokingly called Aqiang by later generations, and he is also a time traveler.

Aurelia blushed pretty, and quickly withdrew her hand and said coquettishly

"Really...you're taking advantage of me again!"

This kind of attitude is not so much angry as coquettish, the two childhood sweethearts have long been used to teasing each other, and this time it is just a routine fight.

On the way home talking and laughing all the way, Charlemagne looked firmly at the picturesque and beautiful Eversong Forest.

‘That’s right! Everything has not yet started, I will definitely not let everything in the nightmare happen! '