The air of Mount Hyjal seems to be filled with the smoke of war. The news of the death of Cenarius, the demigod of nature, has been tightly sealed. However, the complete occupation of the battlefield of Felwood by demons is a failure that cannot be concealed. Well,
The large-scale expansion of the demons gave the elves time to retreat, and the werebears of Timbermaw Fortress also joined the battle under the persuasion of the druids. Therefore, the road to Mount Hyjal is still in the hands of the elves.
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But it will not always be in the hands of the elves. Anyone with strategic thinking knows that once the integration of the demons is completed, a huge army will immediately begin to march towards Mount Hyjal, and the most terrible thing is that Felwood will be lost.
The connection between the forest, Mount Hyjal and Ashenvale has been completely cut off. Although the Holy Mountain is easy to defend and difficult to attack, without the support of the Sentinel Legion active in Ashenvale, the future battle situation for the Holy Mountain will inevitably be quite difficult.
And now, in addition to the more active demons, there's another headache.
"puff"
In the square under the World Tree Nordrassil in Mount Hyjal, a severely injured hippogryph and an equally seriously injured knight fell to the platform in a manner like a meteor falling to the ground. Feathers, blood and
The screams caused chaos in the entire square, but not long after, a group of priests from the Temple of the Moon rushed over and sent the injured and the captives brought back to the Moon, not far from the World Tree.
In the temple.
"Miara. General Rige! Wake up!"
Several Luna priests cleaned the body of the severely injured defense general and put her into a robe. However, the left arm of the Mount Hyjal defense general had disappeared, and the wound was sealed by ice, and it looked like
It was directly annihilated by some powerful force, and even the superb healing techniques of the Luna Priests could not heal the wound.
That power is still affecting her.
"No! Don't... don't!"
It seemed that he was enveloped in a nightmare-like scene, and amidst the calls of the Moon God Priests, the moment the pale general opened his eyes, as if on the battlefield, he stretched out his hand and pinched the neck of the priest in front of him.
, roaring like a wild beast, but she was too weak and was quickly suppressed by other priests. However, this commotion also made the quiet Moon Temple noisy.
This incident quickly alarmed the current top commander of Mount Hyjal's defense system. Amidst the roar of the Frostsaber, the high priestess of the Moon, Tyrande Whisperwind, who was carrying a war bow, was escorted by the guards.
Quickly walk into the hall of the Moon Temple.
This leader of the night elves' faith has a perfect figure. Even under the white dress, her graceful and elegant temperament cannot be concealed. Looking at her from a distance, it is like feeling the power of the moon god on the earth.
, the moment you see her, you can feel that she should be sitting in this position. Her quiet temperament makes it difficult for people to dislike her.
Her face is painted with the purple divine pattern of the Moon God, but it does not destroy the perfection of this face. Instead, it adds a mysterious feeling to her beauty. On Tyrande's forehead, there is a piece as a decoration.
The silver moon-shaped gemstone that exists looks like a crown from a distance. She has long green hair, scattered on her shoulders, and tied into a ponytail at the back of her head. As she walks around the world, her long hair flutters, making her
People are intoxicated.
Tyrande, like other night elves, has a pair of long eyebrows that float on both sides of her face like wings. It does not look weird. In other words, this face itself is the best interpretation of beauty, no matter how she
Dressing up will make you look very appropriate.
Her dress is special, inlaid with green and silver gems, but its appearance is like a battle armor. This proves that Tyrande is not a priest who only prays. When she needs to fight, the moon goddess
The high priest can also unleash terrifying lethality.
This was clearly demonstrated when the Human Empire retreated from Whispering Harbor. That night, Tyrande summoned stars that fell from the sky and fell on the Sunless Sea, nearly destroying the still immature Dead Sea Fleet commanded by Dai Lin.
...
The perfect lady with no blind spots in front of you is definitely one of the most powerful creatures in the civilized world of Azeroth. She has the ability to protect herself and her people. Do not question this, let alone challenge this...
More evil creatures died at the hands of this beauty than 99% of mortals have ever seen.
Of course, she is also a woman, and she occasionally loses her temper. For example, one day ten thousand years ago, Tyrande was disturbed by a velociraptor that broke into the camp while she was bathing. Out of shame and anger, the high priest
A curse was placed on the poor Velociraptor, causing it to be imprisoned in an immortal predicament in the form of a strange fossil. It was not until 3 years ago that it was excavated by dwarf explorers under the beach near the ruins of Azshara.
So, don't mess with women... especially don't mess with Tyrande...
"General Rige!"
Tyrande came to the general who was defeated by fear. She half-knelt in front of the general, stretched out her hand to lift the face of the poor compatriot in front of her, and at the moment when their eyes met, in Tyrande's silver eyes,
General Rige seemed to have found the courage. She quickly calmed down. After more than ten seconds, she no longer roared like a wild beast. She said with difficulty, in a hoarse voice like the friction of stones:
"Tyrande... Lady... Orcs... Orcs ambushed us... They, they collaborated with Naga... She's back! She's back! Run! Run!"
Seeing General Sunge in front of him becoming frightened and crazy again, Tyrande stroked the poor lady's hair with both hands, slowly comforting her, and Tyrande asked softly:
"Tell me, Sunge, tell me...who is back? Tell me, where is my husband Malfurion? Come, tell me."
"Malfurion...the Archdruid, the Archdruid was captured..."
The defense general who should have been full of courage was as fragile as a child at this time. She hugged Tyrande's arm tightly and said tremblingly:
"She's back...she wants revenge on us..."
"who?"
After hearing that her husband had been captured by the enemy, Tyrande's eyes flashed with pain, but she suppressed her inner emotions and continued to ask softly:
"Who ambushed you? Who captured Malfurion? Tell me, don't be afraid, I will protect you."
"Ai...Aishara..."
General Sunge finally said that name, but at this moment, the entire Moon Temple fell completely silent, and even Ms. Tyrande couldn't help but widen her eyes.
"Azshara is back. She said... this is just the beginning. She said that the rebels back then, we... we all have to... die..."
Ten minutes later, the exhausted defense general finally fell asleep, and Tyrande also walked to the lake next to the Moon Temple in a daze. She held the Moon God emblem hanging on her chest. She closed her eyes as if praying.
generally.
"Azshara, the wronged soul from thousands of years ago...have you come back for revenge? In this troubled time...why now? Malfurion, my beloved, should I...how should I save you?
?”
"Elune, tell me...what should I do..."
Just like before, Tyrande begged the gods for guidance in this extremely confused and painful moment. However... this time, Elune did not respond to her for a long time...
A few minutes later, Tyrande reached out and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. When she turned around, she became the leader who would never be defeated.
"Take good care of the orc prisoner! No one is allowed to approach him without my order! Protect him...even if he may be an enemy..."
"Call the great druids, call all the generals..."
Tyrande said to the guards beside him:
"The most difficult period for the Kaldorei in thousands of years has arrived... We must truly unite. In addition, in my name, to the Empire of Man, to Quel'Thalas, and to the wild demigod Agama of the Razor Highlands.
Gan, send an invitation to the Raging Claw Temple and Wyrmrest Temple in Northrend... The war has entered a new stage... It's time to let go of the Kaldorei's self-esteem and pride."
The guard of the Temple of the Moon nodded, and just as he was about to leave, Tyrande asked another question:
"All the Wardens, including the guards from the Wardens Vault, have gone to Highmountain, right?"
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"They captured the chief..."
The dying Great Prophet Drek'Thar was placed in the Bleeding Ring Clan's camp in the ruins of Azshara. The old orc with a band on his eyes tightly grasped Kilrogg's Dead Eye's wrist.
He said with difficulty:
"There is something wrong with that elf general... She is with Azshara, and those Nagas did not attack her at all. This is a interlocking conspiracy. Demons, Nagas and some deeper powers are all involved.
Dead Eye, don’t attack rashly, the orcs and elves still have the possibility of peace..."
"I know, I know."
Kilrogg asked in a deep voice while calming the great prophet's spirit:
"Drek'Thar, tell me, where are the children? My sons, Thrall, Garrosh, and Dranosh, where are they? I didn't see them on the battlefield...
Were they also captured by Naga?"
"No, no..."
The great prophet opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and he said with difficulty:
"Children, escaped...went to the south, looked for them, Dead Eye, found them...Naga is chasing them, must find them...they are...they are the hope...
.”
"Rest, Drek'Thar, we will take care of everything... Just rest."
Kilrogg took a step back, and the witch doctor from the Darkspear Troll immediately stepped forward to help the Great Prophet treat his injuries. Both the orcs and elves were ambushed by Naga. At the moment when nothing could be done, the Great Prophet forcibly relied on the star realm to teleport back.
When they arrived at Azshara's camp, the Bleeding Circle clan immediately dispatched their troops after receiving the news, but unfortunately, there was only a pile of corpses left on the battlefield.
The soldiers of the orcs and elves seemed to be possessed by evil spirits, attacking each other crazily, almost dying together, and several important figures were missing.
"Gather the troops!"
Walking out of the tent, the much older Kilrogg. Dead Eye issued his first order:
"Attack the night elves' tree-shaded temple in the east of Ashenvale, destroy it, and capture all the elves there!"
"Chief, do we want revenge?"
The dead-eyed warlord asked: "Do you need to leave some "memorials" for the elves?"
"madness!"
Dead Eye scolded:
"This is not revenge, soldier. I am just preparing for war in advance. If those crazy elves don't understand the situation and insist on fighting us, we must have some trump cards in our hands! No prisoners are allowed to be tortured without my order.
Did you hear that?"
"Contact Fenris and ask him to send the best wolf cavalry to search along the road from Ashenvale to the Barrens. Ask Kane to send hunters to help. We must find my son...and other young people.
.”
The Blood Ring Overseer took the order and left. Kilrogg let out a long sigh. The once fierce chief looked in the direction of Ashenvale. He seemed to see the clouds of war with the army pressing down on the border. It almost made him breathless, but in the end
, he turned back to the tent and started writing a letter... He wanted to tell Brox Saurfang, who was far away in Silithus, everything about this place.
Judging from the current situation, whether they want to defend or attack, they need the elite army in the hands of Brox.
"Oh...what a troubled time..."
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"Go! Yolin, go!"
Thrall, who was covered in blood, was carrying the unconscious Dranosh. He was holding a black warhammer in his hand. It was the Doomhammer that belonged to Warchief Orgrim, but now, the warhammer was full of blood.
It's bloody.
Behind him, Yolin and Garrosh supported each other and walked forward with difficulty. Yolin's face was pale. It was obvious that the demons he had just summoned had exhausted his magic power, and Garrosh's left hand hung softly.
The weapons of the naga around him were coated with poison, and judging from Garrosh's situation, he might be in danger if he was not treated.
These four young men were walking in the night in the Barrens. They no longer knew how many times they had escaped from Naga's ambush circle. Those bastards followed the tributaries of the Raging River all the way down, like biting...
Like a hound whose prey had died, it did not relax at all. The road to escape was difficult, but Sal knew that he had to escape.
There is a traitor from the elves... That general, that damn female elf, sold her archdruids to the naga along with the orcs, and that weird Queen Azshara has something that can interfere with the spirit.
Weird abilities caused the still-conscious orcs and elves to kill each other crazily. The warchief fought for his life to open a way for them to break out, but the warchief was...
"Damn it!"
Thrall cursed, and the blue-eyed orc looked around. This desolate land had never made him feel so desperate. Behind him, the strange roars of the Nagas seemed to be heard again.
There is no escape...
"Bang"
The unconscious Dranosh was thrown to the ground by Thrall. The young shaman held the Doomhammer in one hand, and dazzling lightning burst out from the other hand. Like a real orc warrior, he shouted loudly:
As he spoke, Thrall pulled up his tired body, held his warhammer and roared towards the snakeskin Nagas behind him. After crazily knocking down several Nagas with lightning and flames, Thrall, who was out of strength, was killed by a Naga.
The Jiadu Army slapped his claws on the ground. In the dazed pain, it seemed that some kind of sharp weapon had pierced his left leg, causing Sal to let out a cry of pain.
He's going to die...
He and his brothers are going to die here.
Sal couldn't help but think in despair. However, a loud eagle call suddenly sounded in the night, which stunned the Nagas who wanted to kill them. The next moment, a roaring wooden javelin pierced a Naga.
Jia's heart, the cold blood sprinkled on Thrall's face, causing the orc to get up subconsciously.
He saw a creature like a stag, holding a spear and charging into the Naga group while drinking. He also saw a roaring giant bear smashing the Naga's head, and finally a tall man holding two axes.
A big figure, Thrall could see the iconic black bat-like hood in the night.
That's... that's Rexxar, the warrior of the old and new tribes... a legend among the orc warriors...
The moment he saw Lexa, Thrall relaxed, his vision suddenly went dark, and he fainted.
