Mount Hyjal is the highest peak in the northern reaches of the Kalimdor continent. It is also a rolling mountain range that spans the northern reaches of the continent. It blocks the cold air from the North Sea from entering the Kalimdor continent. To the north of the Hyjal Mountains is Mount Hyjal.
It is a scene of ice and snow, while in the vast area south of Mount Hyjal, there is a warm and spring-like scenery.
This mountain range shaped the environment of Kalimdor and provided a perfect refuge for the night elves after the War of the Ancients.
It is said that 10,000 years ago, the Well of Eternity was detonated, pulling all the demons raging across the continent back among the stars. It also caused the continent that was connected at that time to be completely torn apart, and a great flood hit the entire world.
90% of the continent of Rath was submerged, and the night elves who survived the big explosion entered Mount Hyjal under the leadership of Tyrande. They waited until the flood receded a few years later, and the night elves who survived the explosion
Only then began a new civilized life.
This is why Mount Hyjal is called the Holy Mountain. It once sheltered the night elf civilization, just like a warm cradle.
But the problem is that the night elves did not leave this cradle in the next ten thousand years. 70% of them still live here, and the remaining 30% are distributed not far from Mount Hyjal.
Felwood, Ashenvale Forest and Darkshore adjacent to the Sea of Mists.
Kaldorei, this is a civilization that lacks the spirit of exploration and has become lazy in the blessing of eternal life. It is very powerful, but... it has innate flaws, this cannot be denied.
A few years ago, after the Burning Legion reopened the space barrier of Azeroth, a demon army led by Mannoroth the Destroyer rushed into the battlefield of Felwood. They tried to invade Mount Hyjal and completely destroy it.
Destroying the elven civilization between the mountains, but being blocked from Mount Hyjal, the night elves' sentinel legions set out from Ashenvale, and together with the defenders of Mount Hyjal, trapped the demons.
In Felwood where I first landed.
It's like catching a turtle in an urn, but the teeth of the trapped turtle are very sharp, and if you are not careful, you will be injured. Therefore, in the past few years, the night elves have maintained a siege and continuously compressed the living space of the demons.
A year ago, they almost succeeded. The demons at that time were trapped in the Shadow Castle and the surrounding land. Only less than 150,000 of the first batch of hundreds of thousands of demons who arrived were left.
Mannoroth the Destroyer was also feared to leave Shadowkeep by the demigod Cenarius and the demigod Ansu.
Really, just a little bit away, the night elves can once again achieve a great victory against the Burning Legion.
But... things are funny. Just a few months later, the war situation took a terrifying turn, especially after Cenarius died on the battlefield of Ashenvale and Archdruid Malfurion was ambushed and captured by Naga.
In just four days, the night elves were continuously pushed back by the demons who had received reinforcements. Until that night, the demons, which had re-expanded to nearly a million, had completely occupied the entire Felwood and were attacking both ends of the battlefield simultaneously.
The battle in the Ashenvale battlefield was fierce, and the Mount Hyjal position was under tremendous pressure, but at this juncture, one bad news after another kept coming.
"Auberdine Legion position! Stop whoever comes!"
In the deep night, the sound of Frostsaber running was heard in the battle zone at the front line of Mount Hyjal. Several sentries immediately picked up their bows and pointed their sharp arrows at the visitors who trespassed on the battlefield. The person riding on the Frostsaber
The slender figure on the leopard pulled the reins, and her eyes swept across the sentry in front of her. The latter immediately straightened up. It was obvious that the person coming was a real big shot.
"Have your commander come to me as quickly as possible!"
The female elf in armor gave the order coldly, then jumped off the Frostsaber and stood beside her mount. A moment later, the commander of the Auberdine Legion who received the news hurriedly appeared next to the big man.
"General Sunsong! Auberdine Legion Commander Harold salutes you!"
"No need to be polite, Harold."
General Miara Sunge's face was still a little pale. Apparently she had not fully recovered from the previous ambush. Her left arm in military uniform was empty, which represented what she had lost in the war, although Tyrande had already
He ordered General Rige, who was under some suspicion, to be placed under house arrest in the Temple of the Moon. However, this order was secret, so the outside world did not know the true situation of General Rige.
In other words, in the eyes of these frontline legion commanders, Miara Sunge is still the hero of the ancient war and the defense general of Mount Hyjal. In theory, she can mobilize all the legions of Mount Hyjal. Of course
, in actual operation, the orders she issues must be approved by the command headquarters.
"This is a battle report that has just been sent to the headquarters. Harold, please take a look."
General Rige handed the battle report to General Harold with his right hand, and the latter took it in his hand. Although it was in the dark night, the night elves' excellent eyesight was not affected, and they only read the beginning. General Harold,
This veteran who had also experienced the ancient war immediately widened his eyes.
"Naga? They are attacking the Black Coast? The moon god is above!"
The Elf General exclaimed:
"There are all civilians taking refuge there, and there is only a Jingmu army guarding it."
"That's why I came to you privately, Harold."
Rige looked around. The defense general, who always had a cold face, lowered his voice and said to Harold:
"You and I are both elves born in Auberdine, which is our common hometown. Now I want you to take your Auberdine army to the Black Coast as quickly as possible, and you must carry out revenge on Naga.
Before the massacre, move our people to a safe place! Listen to me, the Atlanus Legion will take over your position as quickly as possible...General Lane and I have already communicated."
"But...but Rige!"
General Harold gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice:
"Is there an official order? I can't just listen to you and take the army to the Black Sea... We are soldiers! We must obey orders!"
"I am the Defense General of Mount Hyjal! Harold, until I am dismissed, my words are orders!"
Rige increased her voice and patted Harold on the shoulder with her remaining right arm:
"Go, listen to me, I will bear all the responsibilities! Think about it with your mind, the Nagas are back, Azshara is back, you have seen the Queen with your own eyes, do you think she is back?
What will she do with us... "rebels"? There are 500,000 civilians on the Black Coast... Harold, 500,000! It's true that we are soldiers, and it's true that we have to obey orders, but listen to me
Say, you and me, why did we become soldiers?"
"We have to protect our people... Let me tell you another piece of news, Harold, Tyrande is not at Mount Hyjal at all right now... Even if I want to sign a formal order, who should I contact?
"
Rige took a deep breath, looked into Harold's complicated eyes, and said softly:
"You can tell yourself that soldiers need orders to act, but think about it...can the people threatened by Naga wait? Can you and my compatriots, your and my hometown, wait?"
"I..."
General Harold didn't know what to say, but the next moment, General Rige said in a deep voice:
"Harold! In the name of the defense general of Mount Hyjal, I now ask you to immediately lead the Auberdine Legion to the Black Coast to rescue the people threatened by Naga! I will bear all responsibilities!"
General Rige's voice was so loud that the surrounding sentries heard it. They looked at each other. The next moment, the regiment commander Harold turned his head and looked at the helpless sentries. He shouted loudly:
"Why are you still standing there? Didn't you hear General Rige's order?"
"Let all commanders start gathering their troops, let's go to the Black Coast battlefield! May the moon god protect us..."
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"The elves in that position are retreating..."
Akali, the demon assassin who was always observing the front line of Mount Hyjal in the shadows, pursed her lips and said softly:
"Those Nagas are really capable... Go back and tell that stupid big guy to pay attention to the signal we sent, and then rush into Mount Hyjal along the position in front of you... Wait, where is Bernholler?
?”
Akali turned to look at a succubus beside her. The coquettish demon lady whispered in fear:
"Lord Bernholler brought his army to Winterspring Valley. He wants to attack the elves' positions from behind Mount Hyjal."
"Ah, that idiot who cherishes his life."
Akali narrowed her eyes. The high-ranking eredar lord was thinking about the strange action pattern of the Dread Lord. She quickly guessed the answer...Bernholler was frightened by the great lord Tyrion.
Obviously, the Dread Lord didn't know whether Tyrion's power still existed on the front battlefield of Mount Hyjal, so he simply avoided it and let the brainless destroyer Maronos step on it.
thunder.
"How cunning."
As Akali spoke, she couldn't help but touch her chest, where there was still a penetrating arrow. She couldn't help but think of the time when she saw the Tyrion couple on the battlefield in the forest.
At this scene, she remembered those icy blue eyes in a glance. The dead silence and indifference contained in those eyes made Akali couldn't help but shudder.
It looked around nervously, then gritted its teeth:
"Let Maronos go to hell...I won't do it anymore!"
When she thought of this, Akali immediately gave orders to the demon assassins behind her:
"You stay here and are responsible for leading the army of saboteurs into Mount Hyjal. I will go to another battlefield to see. Lord Bernholler also needs a team of scouts... That's it."
After saying that, the figure of the high-level demon assassin flashed and disappeared.
On the other side, General Miara Sunge, who was wearing a windbreaker, quietly came to the tree of Nordrassil, the World Tree. This is not a real building, but the size of the World Tree is unimaginable to ordinary people.
Yes, it is just that it is rooted under several huge root bulges on the shores of Lake Luna in Mount Hyjal, just like a naturally formed wooden house.
Unless you have seen it with your own eyes, it is difficult to imagine how such a huge, towering, miraculous plant relies on these hollow roots to support itself. In the huge cavity formed under these roots, the green
There are silver elves rippling on the small lake, and the light it reflects is like the most beautiful paradise.
This is the true holy land for druids and night elves.
Unfortunately, General Rige did not come to enjoy the beautiful scenery. She held a dagger in her right hand, and her entire palm was stained with dazzling blood. Behind her, there were four sentries lying in a pool of blood. Those dark nights
There was still a trace of shock and fear in the eyes of the elf ladies. They could not imagine why their boss would kill them.
And Miara Rige, the hero of the ancient war, looked confused at this time. She stood on the edge of the Moon God Lake, looking at the black roots of the World Tree beside her, and unspeakable chaos shone in her eyes.
"puff"
The sharp dagger pierced Rige's abdomen. She was hurting herself. In that terrible pain, Rige made a terrible scar on her abdomen. She stretched out her right hand and stabbed into the blood.
From the dripping scar, a strange thing was taken out. The thing looked like some kind of flesh and blood tissue, disgusting, monster, and was still squirming slightly.
Rige was like a puppet on strings. She seemed to feel no pain, but her face was already covered with cold sweat. She tremblingly put the flesh and blood tissue on the surface of the roots of the World Tree, and when it came into contact
The moment they reached the surface of the World Tree, the disgusting flesh and blood seemed to have a mind of its own, stumbling and squirming. In the weird melody, it quickly "drilled" into the steel-hard World Tree.
Inside.
After doing all this, Rige picked up the dagger from the ground. She shook her body and walked in another direction step by step, just like a wounded beast. What was left behind her were one after another.
Clear...bloody footprints.
And the direction she was heading towards... was the den where Orgrim, the orc warchief, was imprisoned.
