Two hours had passed since arriving in Tranquillien this morning. Leylin stood outside the inn petting his black warhorse. Flanking him were three other mages, part of the mage team.
The leading magistrix was named Aminel, an accomplished dual-specialization mage. She was discussing the detailed mission plan with a lord stationed in Tranquillien
The main team for this mission, Sylvanas's elite ranger unit, had already departed the previous night. Today and tomorrow would be the two most crucial days for their mission.
Leylin's mage team was tasked with assisting and supporting the evacuating ranger units. Besides Leylin's mage team, there was another, though Leylin was unaware of their specific responsibilities. He had noticed that this mage team had arrived in Tranquillien with them.
They hadn't stopped there, but had gone directly to the Sanctum of the Sun. Ten minutes later, Aminel emerged from the temple, followed by a burly lord.
"I understand the specific details of the plan. I can dispatch my warriors to maintain pressure on the trolls of Zeb'Nowa, allowing you to infiltrate Zeb'Nowa smoothly. To avoid unnecessary casualties, I can give you a maximum of two days," the lord said.
Aminel nodded with satisfaction, clearly hoping for more time. Aminel waved to the mages, signaling that we should depart.
The Lord of Tranquillien also carried out his mission, personally leading his group of warriors clad in red mail. According to the plan, they were to proactively attack the troll camp.
A beautiful elven female mage led her team of mages along a separate route. They bypassed the central avenue, offering unobstructed views, and, using the dense forest, entered troll territory.
The changing leaves of the forest foliage were the most noticeable sign of entering troll territory.
Two hours later, the mage team stood at the edge of Zeb'Nowa, within sight of the troll camp.
Aminel pulled a map from the magic pouch at her waist. It clearly marked the locations of the various troll camps. The closest camp was that of the Nalorakk Camp. True to their name, they worshipped the bear loa.
Signaling the mages to lower themselves, Aminel spread the entire map out on the grass.
Pressing his leather-gloved hands firmly, Leylin took the other two corners of the map.
"This is our route. The central troll camp is in the heart of Zeb'Nowa. This is Kel'gash's command post. Our ranger unit will launch a surprise attack here and kill Kel'gash." Aminel said, pointing to a red-circled location on the map.
"Our mission is clear: pass through Nalorakk Camp ahead and meet the elite ranger unit between the Nalorakk Camp and the Halazzi Camp, allowing them to escape safely."
Looking at the map, the rangers' raid on Kel'gash's command post would undoubtedly cause a huge outcry. The troll camps surrounding the command post were densely packed, making a direct escape impossible.
Only south of Zeb'Nowa, there are only two troll camps. Although the escape route is long, it is the safest.
There are two troll camps here. To meet the rangers' escape between the two troll camps is too dangerous due to these trolls. Leylin has been to Zul'Aman and he knows clearly that these trolls are not easy to deal with.
Leylin was concerned about Aminel's execution plan and offered his own opinion: "Magistrix, after all, we are meeting the ranger unit in between two troll camps. Any action we take will inevitably cause the trolls of the two nearby tribes to act simultaneously. Although the soldiers of these two tribes have gathered at the front line of Zeb'Nowa, there are still many trolls here. We need to distract them."
Aminel nodded in agreement with Leylin's idea. She continued: "You mean, we should split into two teams and distract the attention of these two tribes separately?"
"That's right." Leylin said.
Aminel pondered for a moment, then agreed with Leylin's plan. "Let's do this. Follow me and infiltrate the outskirts of the Halazzi Camp. Darenis, Sylastor, you stay here. I'll cast a signal spell when the ranger unit appears, you will simultaneously attack the Nalorakk Camp."
After giving them the instructions, Leylin and Aminel set out together. They avoided the troll camp as much as possible, hiding behind towering trees. To be on the safe side, the two magicians simultaneously cast a fade spell on themselves.
Through the gaps between the trees, Leylin observed the so-called troll camp as he walked.
The camp consisted of dozens of two-story huts constructed of thatch and wood. The base of the huts was made of wooden planks, perhaps to prevent the dampness. The base was some distance below the ground.
It was more like a troll village than a camp. Even from a distance, Leylin could still hear the clear cries of trolls, likely the voices of troll children.
Seeing this, Leylin suddenly paused, realizing what he was worried about. However, the position he was standing in was that of the elves. Death will happen to oneself, and these trolls are no exception.
Following Aminel's charming figure, they continued to move forward. Less than 500 meters away, another troll camp came into their sight.
Aminel and Leylin stayed on the hillside of a nearby mountain, waiting for the night to fall.
While waiting, they could relax a little. Leylin wiped some dirt off his face with some small cotton wool. His face was covered with dirt that wasn't protected by his hood, from walking in the jungle just now.
The same was true for Aminel, who was walking with Leylin. Her fair face was covered with more than a dozen small wounds and dirt. Leylin gave her half of the small cotton wool in his hand.
"I never thought that as a male mage, you would carry such things." Aminel asked Leylin with a smile while wiping the blood off her face.
Leylin was certainly not so meticulous. These things were prepared for him by Vereesa yesterday morning.
"This is a unique gift, so I naturally have to take it with me." Leylin said calmly.
Aminel raised an eyebrow and continued, "That Windrunner ranger? No wonder, as a student of the two greatest Magisters, Belo'vir and Nallorath, you are here to carry out your current mission."
"Are you prejudiced against my mentor?" Leylin heard the second meaning in the words.
"It's not just me. Grand Magister Belo'vir, one of the strongest magisters in all of Silvermoon City, has only one human mage as his student. Before that, Prince Kael'thas wanted to be his student but was rejected. Can you imagine the conflict of interest?" Aminel raised an eyebrow and asked.
"The mentor has other ideas, but don't doubt his loyalty to the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas," Leylin said seriously.
"Isn't it a bit far-fetched for a human mage to defend Grand Magister Belo'vir's actions?"
"Think about it." Leylin leaned back nonchalantly on the lawn, gazing at the moon that never moved on Azeroth.