Under the not-so-calm night, at the intersection of the Barrens and Dustwallow Marsh, at the deepest point of the border post set up by the Kingdom of Stromgard, the knights from New Stromgarde walked five steps at a time.
Sentries and posts surrounded the place. Obviously, something very important happened here.
"When I received the message, I was still wondering who might have activated this thing, but I didn't expect it was you."
Garin Trollbane, wearing a hunting suit, was escorted by Alverin, the most loyal knight captain, and walked into the sentry post. When he saw the tall figure with his back turned, King Garin shouted.
He gave a greeting that was not very friendly.
Rexxar, who was sitting on the sentry post, turned around and glanced at Garin. Under the black bat mask, a ray of light flashed in his eyes:
"What? After helping you, will the great human king turn his back on me?"
"I'm here right now."
Garin snorted. He took off his gloves and signaled Captain Alverin to guard the door. Then he walked to Rexxa and stood there, looking at the four young orcs who were being treated by the priest under the dim light, as well as
The strange figure standing in the darkness.
They were creatures that Galin had never seen before, but Galin had heard legends about them.
She has a body like a herd, a slender upper body like an elf, and is covered with wooden armor. She has long green hair, and in her beautiful hair, there are flowers for decoration. In this fantasy
There were two antlers on the creature's forehead, and when it noticed Garin's scrutinizing gaze, the creature bared its teeth at him and waved the javelin in its hand with a hint of malice.
"Oh, it seems that this beautiful and graceful dryad lady doesn't like humans. What a pity."
Galin took a step back slightly and turned to look at Lexa:
"Is this your new friend? When did you make friends with elves?"
"She is not my friend."
Rexxar, the legendary hero of the orcs, moved his shoulders tiredly. This half-ogre orc was taller than the half-orc. His voice also sounded a little loud. He explained:
"Ms. Lunala was the only witness to the Battle of Forest Tree Dwelling. When I met her, she was being chased by demons. She was originally going to Feather Moon Fortress in the Feralas wilderness to seek help, but according to her speed,
It will take at least three days...Look at the current situation, we can't wait three days."
"Well, we live in the woods among trees, right?"
Garin rubbed his fingers and sat on the chair next to Lexa. As the force closest to Ashenvale in the human empire, the Kingdom of Stromgard also has its own scouts in Ashenvale. In fact, in the tree dwelling in the forest
One hour and 30 minutes after it was burned, the scout's report was placed on Garin's desk. Although he had no intention of joining the war between elves and demons, this matter full of conspiracy has attracted great attention from the human empire.
According to the analysis of the Assassin's League, this matter is likely to involve the three forces of elves, demons and orcs, and is likely to trigger a conflagration between the most powerful forces in Kalimdor.
Dustwallow Marsh, which is not far away, will inevitably be dragged into the war. In other words, even if the human empire is unwilling, they will most likely be involved in the end.
"Earlier today, in the east of Ashenvale, there was a battle..."
Jialin glanced at Miss Dryad hiding in the darkness, and said with a cautious expression: "My scouts have observed something. A huge number of Nagas are going up along the outlet of the Nushui River... in the Gray Valley
The fourth force appeared, and it happened to be at this time. Seriously, Rexxar, do you think this is a coincidence?"
"I don't know, I'm not good at thinking about these questions."
The eyes of the legendary orc hero fell on the four unconscious young orcs:
"But they have gone through that battle, and when they wake up, we will know the truth of the matter..."
"But what I'm more curious about is, why didn't you just take them back to Orgrimmar instead of coming here to find me?"
King Garin took out two cigars from his pocket and gave one to Lexa. He asked softly:
"Is it really because of the personal friendship between you and me? You believe in me more than your tribe? Then I feel really honored..."
Lexa glanced at Garin with a strange expression. He lit a cigar on the burning candle next to him, blew out the smoke, and said:
"You are thinking too much. The only reason why I came here is because the injuries of these children are too serious and they cannot withstand the long journey... and this sentry post is the closest treatment point I can find.
...Besides, I’m just helping you appease those Stonemaul Ogres. Isn’t that considered friendship? Or is Garin Trollbane’s friendship so cheap?”
"Ahem"
Galin coughed twice and was about to speak when he saw the human female priest who was treating her wipe the sweat from her forehead, then turned back with a pale face and said:
"Your Majesty, there is something wrong with the injuries of these orcs... There is a special force preventing them from waking up. I helped them heal their wounds, but I can't wake them up. The composition of these powers and the power of shadow used by the shadow priests
Very similar, I think we'll have to get a shadow priest to come over if we can."
"Um?"
Galin groaned, then snapped his fingers:
"Isn't the Archbishop of Chaldea a guest in New Stromgarde? He is a well-known priest of both light and darkness in the empire, so invite him over. I think the gentle and wise Archbishop will not refuse."
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"This kind of wound..."
The Chaldean archbishop who rushed to the border post through the portal in the night was only wearing a simple robe, which looked very thin in the already cold night, but the eyes of the thin priest seemed very bright.
It was like a blazing flame supporting his body, faith, perhaps burning his life.
The archbishop's fingers touched Garrosh's arm, and a dim halo wrapped around the archbishop's fingers. Chaldea's eyes narrowed the moment they came into contact with the dark energy in the orc's body.
The darkness hidden in his heart seemed to be awakened, and Xalatas's voice echoed in Chaldea's heart:
"It's N'Zoth...the weak nightmare power. Obviously, that guy is planning something we don't know...wake him up, Chaldea, I need to know more information."
"Um"
The archbishop nodded and whispered to the people behind him:
"Back off! I want to draw out this evil power...it is fatal to the minds of mortals! Don't look, don't listen, keep your spirits up!"
King Garin was the first to retreat, while Knight Alverin stood in front of the king. The bright holy light shone and protected the king. Rexxar and the silent dryad lady Lunala also took a few steps back.
, leaving the space to the Archbishop who was preparing to cast a spell.
Chaldea's fingers clasped on Garrosh's arm, and the faint energy vibrated slightly, as if clasping the monster hidden in the orc's soul. He silently recited the sacred scriptures, but the holy prayer did not
Unable to dispel some kind of malice hidden in the room, even the candles lit around began to shake, making the darkness in the room seem even more rampant and sickly.
"Evil spirit! This is not a place for you to run wild!"
The archbishop holding the rosary in his hand scolded, and the gentle holy light spread out in all directions using his body as a carrier. In the center of the golden ring, in the air above the heads of the four orcs placed side by side, there was an entangled darkness.
The energy was completely "pulled out" from the bodies of the orcs. The moment it appeared in the room, everyone suddenly heard a roar originating from the depths of their souls.
The twisted and depraved whispers rang in everyone's ears. Lexa subconsciously pulled out the two magic battle axes from his waist, while Miss Lunala's body was filled with green natural energy. Knight Alverin
The holy light becomes even brighter.
The entangled whispers like a dark storm became noisy, vibrating in the hands of the indifferent Archbishop Chaldea, like a little devil trying to break out, screaming crazily, using his dark power
It spread throughout the room, even bringing up substantial gusts of wind, but the next moment, it was completely suppressed by Chaldea's condensed holy light.
The sacred chanting became louder and louder, as if it was washing the soul. After just ten seconds, the darkness seemed to be ignited, leaving only the last floating spark.
But it was just a messenger from a more terrifying source of darkness...its dissipation meant nothing.
"I... saw you!"
The voice roared at everyone with malice. However, the next moment it was completely burned by the sacred flame thrown by Chaldea.
All the visions disappeared at this moment, and the endlessly floating candlelight stabilized at this moment. The light dispelled the darkness again, bringing the warm light back to the world.
"call..."
King Jialin breathed a deep sigh of relief. He had not directly participated in the battle of Silithus. This was the first time he had truly seen the strange power of the ancient gods. No matter how many stories he heard about the evil gods, he was still
Only when he actually saw this scene could Jialin feel how terrifying this evil god was.
"What is that?"
Rexxar couldn't help but ask. The somewhat tired archbishop looked back at the orc. He twirled the rosary and said:
"At the end of the Silithus War, with the help of the demigods of the wilderness, we killed an evil god, the ancient evil god... and what you see now is another one."
"This world is really going to end!"
King Garin cursed in a low voice: "These monsters and monsters actually jumped out one after another."
"Evil God? I don't understand..."
The dryad lady Lunala, who had been silent for a long time, seemed to be frightened by what she just saw and heard. The brave eldest daughter of the forest couldn't help but ask:
"How could the evil god appear in Ashen Valley? How dare it appear on this land? This is the land that the Moon God is paying attention to."
The archbishop didn't want to discuss issues of faith with aliens, but when faced with Miss Lunala's inquiry, Chaldea still responded "friendly":
"But it has appeared, Ms. Dryad... Maybe you can regard this as some kind of "trial" given by your moon god. In short, what I want to tell you is that the war in Ashenvale is no longer like
It seems so simple on the surface. Think about Silithus, everyone, anything involving evil gods will not be that simple. Now it seems that Naga... just like those bugs, they are also another evil god.
Servant."
"And they have already joined that war..."
Chaldea glanced at Lunala who was thoughtful, and he said playfully:
"Even...the death of the demigod Cenarius in battle is not as simple as it seems on the surface..."
"Well!"
As soon as Chaldea finished speaking, behind him, the young orc Thrall opened his eyes suddenly. He sat up from the hospital bed panting. There was still a trace of fear in his blue eyes. Obviously, what just happened
The nightmare is still affecting him.
Thrall's eyes swept over the people in front of him, and finally rested on Lexa. The young orc struggled to stand up, but Chaldea pinned him down on the bed. The archbishop said gently:
"You need to rest, child. The influence of evil spirits on you is all-round. Your spirit is as tired as your body..."
"No! No, human, I thank you, but... now is not the time to talk about this!"
Thrall looked at Rexxar. He seemed to be concerned about the humans standing here. Rexxar saw Thrall's hesitation. The legendary orc hero said in a deep voice:
"Say it, Thrall, everyone here is trustworthy."
"Oh well."
Thrall took a deep breath. He was still a little dizzy. The toxins on the Naga weapons were still affecting him. He said with difficulty:
"Those Janna raided us, and we had already solved the misunderstanding... The death of Cenarius Demigod had nothing to do with the missing Chief Grom. It was the devil's conspiracy... But the appearance of Naga...
Everything is messed up, Azshara...Azshara is back, yes, those elves are afraid of her, and she is very powerful."
Sal's words made Miss Dryad raise her head suddenly. She wanted to say something, but the next moment, Sal threw out a more terrifying fact:
"The great chief...the great chief was captured by the elves. That elf general, her name is Rige, and she is with Naga! She is a servant of that evil spirit! She is contaminated..."
"What?"
Miss Lunala screamed, and the dryad took a step forward. She stared at Sal with her beautiful eyes:
"Are you talking about Miara Sunsong? The defense commander of Mount Hyjal?"
"I don't know what her name is, but I heard the Archdruid call her General Sunge, that should be her..."
Sal glanced at Miss Dryad, lowered his head and said softly:
"I'm sorry, your archdruid, Mr. Malfurion, was captured by Azshara... I saw it before the breakout. He was going to fight Azshara, but he was not Azshara.
The opponent..."
What Sal said made everyone in the room look at each other. Even the most shocked Archbishop couldn't help but take a breath. There were basically no real fools present. The situation in front of him was already very clear... the direction of the matter.
It has obviously exceeded everyone's expectations. The orc chief was captured by the elves, the elf archdruid was captured by the Naga, the demon is still framing the orcs, and there is a high-ranking traitor among the elves...
"The hatred derived from elves and orcs...is inevitable."
The archbishop closed his eyes and said with a compassionate expression:
"Once Orgrim dies on Mount Hyjal, everything will be irreversible... The conspiracy of the ancient gods and demons is engulfing the northern territory of Kalimdor. Once the orcs and elves start a war, the human empire will not be able to survive alone.
