Three days later, at dawn, the elven forces, punctually marching from the Twin Sanctums alongside the Farstriders, attacked Zeb'Nowa.
The Thalassian Army and Sylvanas's Farstriders advanced the fastest, forming the vanguard of the elven army. Like the sharpest blade of a longsword, these forces needed to be the first to penetrate the troll defenses.
After entering Zeb'Nowa, the Thalassian Army did not join the Farstriders. Leylin led his warriors from the east, ensuring they could rush to the aid of the rangers if attacked.
Soon, the smell of blood spread through the forest as the advance troops engaged the trolls.
The first batch of trolls they encountered were far less formidable than those attacking the Farstrider Enclave. They were practically crushed. Like an arrow, the Thalassian Army and the Farstriders tore through the entire troll camp at Zeb'Nowa.
The elven army advance extended further and further. The main force in the rear, under the powerful spells of the Magisters, rapidly mowed down the troll soldiers.
The battle continued with unstoppable success, and the elven soldiers advanced directly towards the troll kingdom of Zul'Aman.
From dawn until the next morning, the Thalassian Army and the Farstrider forces encountered serious resistance, encountering the elite forces of the Amani Empire.
After two hours of fighting, one-third of the Thalassian Army were wounded. Leylin immediately reunited with the Farstriders and approached Ranger General Sylvanas.
"There's no need to advance further. Zul'Aman lies ahead."
"The further we advance, the easier it will be for the forces behind us to win. We must press on," Sylvanas insisted.
Leylin, looking at Sylvanas's nearly empty quiver, said, "Hold your composure, my Ranger General. We need reinforcements from the rear."
Sylvanas sheathed her Sunstrider Long Bow from Quel'Thalas and halted the Farstriders attack. Seeing the elven advance force halt their advance, the elite troll forces immediately retreated to Zul'Aman.
Two hours later, the trolls began retreating en masse, their disorganized retreat towards Zul'Aman, the trolls' bastion. These trolls began abandoning their baggage and weapons, desperately trying to escape back to the Empire.
Sylvanas and Leylin were resting in the forest when they noticed the fleeing trolls retreating from the nearby forest. Hearing the sound of armor being thrown, Sylvanas rose to her feet, as if unwilling to let these deserters slip away from her army in vain.
"Conserve your strength, my Ranger-General. There's no reason for us to engage these deserters. The decisive battle is imminent." Leylin advised.
Sylvanas frowned. Although she didn't want to admit Leylin's words, she found them difficult to refuse. She truly needed to conserve her strength and manpower for the final battle.
Soon, all the armies converged, and nearly three thousand elven soldiers and rangers converged on the outskirts of the Zul'Aman Empire.
In less than a day, the elven army had passed through the entirety of the Troll Empire's Zeb'Nowa and was approaching Zul'Aman.
Within Zul'Aman.
The Amani Troll Champion Kul'krazahn, stationed on the outskirts of Zul'Aman, gazed angrily at the battlefield in the distance. He asked the witch doctor beside him, "What are our chances of victory, Azara?"
The thin, hunched witch doctor shook his head. "Champion, we have no chance of victory. But I believe this battle will not end so easily. Elves, unlike humans, are adept at cutting losses."
Kul'krazahn understood the witch doctor's words and drew his axe. "Let the battle continue for a day. After that, it will be your turn to deal with the elven mages."
Azara nodded, gazed at the distant forest, and returned to the empire.
Under the magic of the Grand Magister, the elven army began to attack the last bastion of the Troll Empire.
Having defeated so many weak troll armies, the elven army faced the troll elite for the first time, and the battle became intense.
Meanwhile, thunderstorms and sorcery clashed with the elven magic in the sky.
Several gigantic water elementals rampaged across the battlefield, and an icy blizzard battered Zul'Aman. Voodoo, elementals, arcane magic, and blood—the battle reached a fever pitch.
Sylvanas and Leylin, the vanguard, continued to exert their most powerful influence. Leylin had now depleted the items his teacher told him to use.
He used the items directly to counter whatever the trolls attack, it saved them from the different dangerous situations that happened within the battlefield.
They charged into the heart of the Zul'Aman Empire, encountering the fiercest resistance from the troll elite. The powerful poison clouds and soldiers made Leylin experience a battle even more difficult than that at the Farstrider Enclave.
"Retreat, Sylvanas! The mages are preparing for an arcane artillery bombardment." Leylin saw the magical signal flares at the rear of the battlefield.
Without hesitation, Sylvanas and her rangers, displaying supreme combat prowess, withdrew from the front lines simultaneously with the Thalassian Army.
After the troops withdrew, a barrage of arcane artillery bombardment pounded the outer camps of the Zul'Aman Empire. Numerous troll soldiers were annihilated in the onslaught.
However, the ferocious battle did not give the soldiers and witch doctors fighting outside a chance; the gates of Zul'Aman were sealed.
The battle raged until dusk, and the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas emerged victorious.
But victory did not bring joy to the elves; they too had paid a price. The blood of the elven warriors and rangers mingled with that of the trolls in the river before Zul'Aman.
The battlefield, where the battle ended, still lingered with purple arcane energy and blazing flames.
A dusty Leylin, accompanied by the remaining half of his Thalassian Army, escorted the wounded soldiers to the priest's camp.
During this time, Leylin was very fortunate to see Vereesa. Seeing that they were both safe, Vereesa embraced Leylin tightly for ten minutes.
They both checked each other whether there are hidden wounds or anything since the battlefield was so chaotic that anything could happen.
The night after the battle was long. Early the next morning, the gates of Zul'Aman opened, and a witch doctor named Azara arrived at the elven camp. He met with Commander Thalorien and a group of high-ranking lords.
As Azara had observed, the trolls had ceded nearly half of their Ghostlands territory in exchange for peace. This time, the trolls relented. The Amani Trolls chose to acquiesce rather than fight to the death.
"I accept all the terms of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, and only ask to end to this war. Commander Thalorien Dawnseeker, my lords, I believe you will accept this outcome." Azara presented the demarcated borders of the Ghostlands with both hands.
His undignified plea brought an end to the battle that had lasted nearly four months.