Outside the forest dwellings covered with blood, demons suddenly arrived, and the destruction they caused swept the place like a burning flame. Almost all the tree demons and jungle guardians here were wiped out. After all, it was Ah
Kali specially selected the elite demons for this raid. In the face of these destructive maniacs from the stars, it was really difficult for the weak forest girls to resist.
The cold Blood Mistress crossed her arms and stood among the corpses. She wore a blood-red hood and looked at the dryads and guardians at her feet who died together with the demons, but as Tyrion
My wife, as a user of the power of death, the boundary between life and death is so clear before her eyes.
In that icy halo that represented death, there were a few green light spots that were so conspicuous that it was impossible to ignore them.
"How long do you guys plan to pretend to be dead?"
Alleria asked softly, her hoarse and magnetic voice was so clear in the sound of burning flames. Under her gaze, under the threat of that indifferent aura, she hid in the corpse and pretended to be dead.
Several dryads stood up reluctantly.
Pretending to be dead... This is the specialty of these dryads. When the dryads were young, these lively "little deer" always liked to wander around in the forest, and occasionally encountered some predators, such as wolves.
Groups of monsters, such as giant bears, etc., the dryads who lacked fighting ability when they were young used "playing dead" to deal with these ferocious beasts.
I have to say that this special skill is very useful in many cases, such as the three young tree demons in front of me. Even if the demons slaughtered the entire forest dwelling, the three of them relied on their superb skills to pretend to be dead.
With his skills, he miraculously escaped a round of massacre by the demons.
But now, facing the Blood Matron, who is more terrifying and ferocious than the devil, the three young tree demons can only hug each other and tremble.
They were like frightened little animals, their eyes wide open, looking at the Blood Mistress standing in the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses in fear, fearing that the terrifying red-eyed elf in front of them would eat them as a delicacy.
And Alleria was also observing the smart little dryad in front of her. These daughters of nature were indeed as the bards sung. The upper body of the elf was as slender and beautiful as the night elf, but the deer-like lower body not only did not let them see it.
It looks weird, but it adds a different kind of temptation to these weak little guys.
There was a hint of curiosity in Alleria's eyes. She took a step forward. The little tree demon took a step back in fear. One of the older ones stood up tremblingly, stretched out her hands, and blocked her body.
In front of the two sisters, she stared at Alleria closely. It could be seen that she was very scared, but she still said in Salas language:
"Just catch one of me and let them go. They are still very young and they don't taste good..."
"oh?"
A smile flashed in the Blood Mistress's eyes, and she deliberately said in a bold voice:
"But I just like to eat young dryads. Their meat is very tender, delicious and juicy. Your sisters, they look... very delicious..."
This crude threat scared the two little tree demons hugging each other and immediately started crying. Their cries were like singing, full of some kind of beautiful melody, and watching the three little guys burst into tears
gushing out, the Blood Mistress seemed to have lost interest in scaring them.
Alleria looked back at her husband. He seemed to have reached an agreement with the seriously injured Grom Hellscream. Their work here was about to end, so the Blood Matron turned back and looked at the four demons in front of her.
The dryad who survived the rampage asked softly:
"What are your names?"
The older dryad glanced at Alleria. When she noticed the bright red gaze of the Blood Matron, she seemed to be frightened. She lowered her head hurriedly and whispered:
"My name is Talindela."
The two little tree demons hugging each other also said in a soft voice:
"My name is Milune."
"My name is Avella, sister, please don't eat us, okay? Please."
"Well, they are all good names,"
Alleria nodded, and she waved her black-gloved fingers lightly. Three bright red halos were like flying light ribbons, wrapping around the bodies of the three little tree demons, instantly transporting them.
They were knocked unconscious, and then as the bright red halo like a cloak shone, the figures of the three little tree demons disappeared.
The door to the Realm of Death cracked open behind Alleria, and Tyrion walked in with Grom, who was seriously injured and silent. At the moment when the crack in the Realm of Death closed, Alleria's gaze still lingered.
Standing in the burning forest treehouse, she looked at her husband and asked:
"Why do you want me to keep one?"
Tyrion pursed his lips:
"Let her go and report... You see, the road to Felwood has been blocked. This poor girl can only go further south. She has seen the scene where the orcs attacked the dryads, and she will not go to the orcs.
She'll go further south to Durotar..."
"You want to drag humans into this war?"
Alleria immediately understood her husband's plan. Tyrion glanced at the orc chief Grom who was unconscious at his feet and was eroded by the power of the Realm of Death. He said softly:
"The demon war in Ashenvale has dragged on for too long. It should have ended long ago. Unfortunately, it is still at a stalemate. The night elves need a breaking point... What's more, I also want to see, Tyrande and
Malfurion, facing the situation in front of them, what judgment will they make..."
"This is the last chance left to them before the disciplinary war against the night elves begins."
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"Great Chief, we must save my father! He went to die!"
In the chief hall of Orgrimmar City, several chiefs who rushed back as quickly as possible after receiving the news sat in their seats with solemn faces, listening to the dusty Garrosh's plea for help, while several young people
Standing behind Garrosh, comforting the anxious young man.
Garrosh, on the other hand, widened his eyes and looked pleadingly at the warchief Orgrim in front of him. The latter had his eyes slightly closed and his fingers were beating on the armrest as he was thinking.
"Grom went alone?"
Fenris, the chief of the Thunder King Clan, hammered the handrail at his side and cursed:
"How reckless! Doesn't he know that that place is now a battlefield where demons and elves are fighting? If we are not careful, we will be dragged into that war."
"Are you scared? You bastard!"
Sitting across from Fenris, Chief Kargath of the Shattered Hand snorted disdainfully:
"Grom did nothing wrong. He was just fulfilling the mission of the chief. Who would be afraid of those pretentious elves? No one would be afraid of them!"
"But we can't just be dragged in for no reason..."
Kilrogg. Deadeye, who returned from Azshara, was holding his hunting stick decorated with animal bones and furs. This superb hunter looked at the others with his only remaining eye and said:
"There is a hint of conspiracy in this matter, and we must be on guard against it, but now that Grom has made a decision and has come to his senses, we cannot live up to his sacrifice... I suggest that we start preparing for war now, regardless of the future.
Whatever we are going to face, we have to be prepared in advance!”
"I agree with Kilrogg!"
Drektar, the great shaman of the Frostwolf clan, nodded:
"Whether it's demons or elves, we must be prepared to deal with it in advance, but... Grom, we have to save him! He is a member of the chiefs! He is our brother, we have come all the way from Draenor
Coming here, we must be as united as before, or even more united than before!"
"Then prepare for war!"
After the chiefs finished speaking, the great chief suddenly opened his eyes, clenched his fingers into fists, and thumped on the armrest:
"Kargath, Fenris and Kilrogg, you will bring your respective legions to the junction of Ashenvale and Azshara, and then notify Senjin and Kane, as well as Brok stationed in Silithus.
Si, once things enter the worst stage, we will need their strength. Elder Drek'Thar, you and I will go to Ashenvale together. No matter what happens to Grom, we must rescue him.
!”
"As for you, Thrall, Garrosh, Dranosh and Jolin... the four of you will take your own regiments and go with us to meet the elves... Don't worry, Garrosh...
"
"We will not give up Grom, just as he found hope for us back then. Now, it is our turn to fight for him! If language communication is not possible, then we will use war to ask for...
No matter what!"
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"Wow"
Just when the flames set off by the demons were about to devour the entire second floor of the forest dwelling, the dryad commander Lunara, who was lying in a pool of blood and unconscious, suddenly opened her eyes.
This adult dryad is the eldest daughter of Cenarius. She is one of the few brave ones among the petite dryads.
Lunala participated in the War of the Ancients. She is a true warrior. She is also the supreme commander of the Forest Tree Dwelling. She saw with her own eyes the scene of the Fel Orcs attacking the Forest Tree Dwelling. She also saw the cunning demon.
In the scene of the sudden attack on the forest god, her father Cenarius, she knew very well that the demons were trying to drive a wedge between the elves and the orcs.
But it is a pity that she did not see the scene where Tyrion and Alleria appeared, or even the scene where Cenarius was assassinated by Tyrion, because by that time, she had already died from excessive blood loss.
She fell into a coma, which allowed her to narrowly escape the demon's final wave of massacre.
Lunara, who was wearing green wooden armor, grabbed her javelin from her hand and struggled to hold herself up. Her left leg was injured in the previous fierce battle. Now the entire forest dwelling will be engulfed in flames. She can no longer
Stay here.
Although she had seen more brutal battlefields in the War of the Ancients, when Lunara walked into the completely dead battlefield, she saw those brothers and sisters lying in a pool of blood. Those cold corpses made Lunala heartbroken.
Like a knife twisting.
She had always regarded herself as the protector of dryads and nature, but now, in this war, she suddenly found that she could not protect anything.
What was even more frightening was that after Lunara walked out of the tree dwelling in the forest, she saw her father...the headless body of Cenarius, the powerful natural demigod, lying in a pool of blood, which made Lunala almost faint.
In the past, like other children, she was deeply attached to her father, but now, her father died tragically in front of her eyes.
She knelt in pain beside Cenarius's huge corpse, caressing the horrific wounds on her father's body, which were wounds made by battle axes, but Lunala knew that those were not the killings caused by the orc chiefs, but the killings caused by the orc chiefs.
It's a devil!
Cunning and cruel devil!
She must send this news back to Mount Hyjal. She cannot let her father's tragic death become the trigger for the war between the elves and the orcs!
Lunala gritted her teeth and placed Cenarius' severed head next to her father's body. She took off the thorns wrapped around her father's arm and wrapped them around her own arm. Those were not ordinary thorns, they were Cenarius's.
The weapon Si used to fight, it was a powerful magical object. Lunala called out the silent land, covered her father's body with green grass and vines, then she supported her body with the javelin, and finally looked
He glanced at the place where his father fell.
At this moment, the heart of the eldest daughter of the forest was completely enveloped by cold anger and the will for revenge. She swore that she would not let those demons have an easy time!
"Father, I will avenge you!"
The weak Lunara used this will to support her body and kept walking. However, just when she was about to enter the junction of Felwood Forest, the news from the forest made the eldest daughter of the forest change her face.
.
As a descendant of Cenarius, she has the ability to communicate with the forest. All plants in the forest are her eyes and ears.
"Don't go! The eldest daughter of the forest, the demons have launched a war, and the entire Felwood Forest has been disrupted by demons... You can't get through alone..."
This news made Lunala clenched her fists, and her mind was in chaos. She knew that she had to tell Malfurion everything she saw before the elves and orcs turned against each other, but now, she couldn't do it.
, she must find another way.
"Astrana?"
The name of the elf stronghold closest to the tree dwelling in the forest echoed in Lunala's heart, but the cruel reality did not give her much time to think.
"Run! The eldest daughter of the forest, the demons are coming! They have found you!"
"Run south! Quick!"
The warning sound of the forest trees made Lunala raise her head suddenly. With her excellent vision, she could see the magic bats that were covering the sky flying in the direction of her. The eldest sister of the tree demon no longer hesitated,
She turned around, supported her body with her javelin, and ran wildly towards the south with the agility of a deer. Wherever she went, all plants, whether weeds or vines, opened the way for her in front of her eyes.
It was as if all nature was helping her.
"South, south...Feather Moon Fortress! Yes!"
Lunala gritted her teeth and looked at the southern night sky:
