46. ??Ashenvale. The Battle of the Five Armies (Part 2)
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Varian, who was dressed in military uniform, put a black eagle helmet on his face. Beside him, Field Marshal Halford Wymbane was urging his king not to take risks.
"Your Majesty, you really shouldn't go on adventures with those group of orcs. Listen to me, you have already helped them a lot by staying in Felwood to direct the war. The orcs can't ask for too much!"
"What? Halford, in your eyes, I'm just like Liam, Garin and the others. Am I too timid to even go to the battlefield? I'm really getting better as I live!"
Varian was not too worried. He looked back at his field marshal and said with a smile:
"Don't be afraid, it's just a demon lord. Besides, we just signed an agreement with the orcs. They are old and young. They dare to go to the battlefield to fight demons in such a bad situation. Don't we humans dare not?
Don’t let the orcs underestimate us.”
"I think Liam and His Majesty Galin made the right choice. The king should stay in the rear and listen to the news of the victory of us generals."
An old voice came into the tent, and Marshal Windsor, who was sitting in a wheelchair, said:
"Varian, don't be so stubborn. Your reform has just begun. Once you have an accident, those nobles will be very happy. You should think more about your country and Anduin."
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This advice made Varian slightly silent, but after a few seconds, the Gladiator King shrugged and picked up his alien sword from the table. The moment the War Destroyer touched Varian's finger, a touch of blue
Lightning flashed on the blade of the sword.
"Old man, I just don't want Anduin to think that his father is a coward who doesn't even dare to go to the battlefield..."
Varian said stubbornly:
"I don't even dare to face the devil. How should I face the more terrifying Dark Blade in the future? Don't try to persuade me, Windsor, I'm not going alone..."
While he was talking, Valeela, wearing a red leather armor, also appeared next to Varian. This beautiful high elf girl glanced at the old marshal and said softly:
"Don't worry, Mr. Windsor, I will protect Varian."
"That's what I want to say."
The old marshal sighed helplessly:
"It's not enough to have a mad king, we have to add an assassin queen... the combination of you two will probably go down in history."
"I'm not a queen..."
Valeela disappeared into the air with a smile. She did not say the second half of the sentence. She was just Varian's wife, his second wife. In the hearts of this king and this country, there was always only one true queen.
"Okay, let's fight this battle well! Halford, Windsor."
Varian walked out of the tent with his war sword on his back. The moment he left, he turned back to the two marshals and said:
"Wait for the news of my victory to come back!"
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While the central battlefields of Ashenvale and Felwood were being fought, on the distant shores of Darkshore and Ashenvale, Kul Tiras's first and third fleets were busy fighting the orcs, tauren and Ku
The well-equipped marines of Ul Tiras were sent to the lands of Ashenvale and Darkshore.
This mixed formation will enter the battlefield from the northwest of Ashen Valley and open a second battlefield behind the main battlefield to eliminate the demon army currently raging in Ashen Valley.
However, before this mixed formation encountered the demon, it encountered other enemies.
"Naga! Disgusting soft-skinned snake!"
Rear Admiral Tanred, who was in charge of commanding the two fleets, could clearly see the densely packed Naga soldiers on the coast from the telescope blessed with eagle eye and night vision. It seemed that before the fleet arrived, the Nagas had already carried out
After a successful landing operation, Tanred could still see a burning night elf town in the distance.
It seems that the Nagas have captured the night elves' coastal towns.
"General! There are no Nagas under the sea. Either the Nagas who came ashore are the entire army of soft-skinned snakes this time, or their landing point is further away."
During this period, the first mate, Colonel Taylor, asked Tanred for instructions:
"Our lookout sailors saw those Nagas carrying many Night Elf refugees heading towards Ashenvale. General, do you want to rescue them?"
"That's the elf..."
Tanred rubbed his chin and looked at Taylor:
"Those are not our compatriots, and we have no obligation to save them, but...then again, those are the compatriots of little Shandis. She is our ally now, and she may become our ally in the night elves in the future.
Spokesperson in society, so... maybe we should save those elves, what do you say, Tyler?"
Colonel Taylor once followed Tanred's father, General Dailin. He and Tanred were also of the same age. At this time, when there were only two of them, Taylor showed the expression unique to young people. He was sneaky.
He looked around, then said to Tanred:
"I said, General, have you fallen in love with General Yuyue? Do you want to pursue her? She is an iceberg beauty... I heard that you like this look."
"Uh... I'm a little excited."
Tanred shrugged:
"But I won't pursue her. Girl Shandris is old enough to be my great-great-great-grandmother. Damn it, you haven't seen Kael'thas' aggrieved look in front of little Shandris.
After all, a Sun King still has to bend down and salute that girl... Tsk, tsk, I can't bear it."
After saying that, the two guys laughed obscenely at the same time, but after the laughter, Tanred's expression became serious:
"Okay, the time for dirty jokes is over here, Taylor, give the order to the fleet..."
The young Kul Tiras general stood up and looked at the coast in the distance:
"Order all marines to prepare for landing. The fighting time is 45 minutes. Let us send these disgusting soft-skinned snakes to their graves! As for those elf chicks, let them stay here and wait for the Kaldorei army.
Fang’s acceptance!”
"Now...the battle begins!"
Five minutes later, all the guns of the two fleets of Kul Tiras, a total of 74 warships, were aimed at the Black Coast ahead. After Tanred's order, nearly a thousand shells roared out and enveloped the sea.
The Naga army crawled on the beach at night. For a moment, this corner of the Black Sea Coast was ablaze with flames.
But the young general didn't know... It was not that the Nagas had no backup, but their backup was surrounded by another fleet under the deep sea.
In the abyss of the lightless sea, the remains of countless Nagas were suspended in a withered posture among the cold water. The powerful and huge sea beasts were torn into pieces by cannonballs mixed with death energy, and their blood and bones were
Scattered on the dim seabed, almost everywhere, the green blood of the Nagas has almost completely polluted the deep sea, and in the green hell of flesh and blood, a silent fleet is slowly advancing under the sea, as if to
Completely entering the abyss of the sea.
The leader is the King Power of the Sea, which has grown into a legendary ocean beast...
Dai Lin, wearing a black captain's uniform, sat calmly on his command chair. His expression was indifferent, as if he was not the one who just casually massacred an entire Naga army under the deep sea.
"Azshara still doesn't give up..."
His cold voice sounded in the hearts of every battleship and every undead sailor in this silently advancing Dead Sea Fleet:
"That despicable bitch actually dared to threaten me with my daughter..."
"She's scared..."
"She is afraid of me, she is afraid of the Dark Blade..."
"Very well...then let her continue to be afraid."
"Dead Sea Fleet, listen to my orders... Target Vashj'ir, move forward!"
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"this..."
The High Priest of the Moon, who returned to Mount Hyjal as quickly as possible, stood in the hall of the Moon Temple. She clenched her fists tightly. In front of her eyes, the ground that was once filled with the glory of the Moon God was already covered with
dead body...
Those sincere Luna priests lost their lives in this sacred place in a sad manner, and their blood made this hall become like a strange dead zone.
Tyrande knelt down and closed the wide eyes of the young Luna Priest at her feet. Her fingers were stained with the cold blood, and the bright red color made her eyes dim. She looked at this
Priest, there was a fatal wound on her back, it was a sneak attack... Obviously, the sneak attack was very proficient in this kind of assassination technique. She almost silently killed the priests who were supposed to heal her.
"Miara..."
Tyrande murmured to herself the name of the hero who had followed her to overthrow the rule of Azshara. Why did she suddenly become so violent... Was it really because she witnessed the alliance between Naga and the orcs?
?No!
"No!"
Tyrande raised his head and looked at the Moon God sculpture at the end of the hall. Why, why didn't the great and benevolent Moon God protect them when these compatriots were killed?
Could it be...have the night elves lost the favor of the Moon God?
But, why?
"High Priest, we found Miara Sunge."
An armored sentinel whispered behind Tyrande:
"She died in the den where Orgrim was imprisoned..."
"Where's Orgrim?"
Tyrande's fingers were a little cold. She had realized the power hidden behind this disaster. She urgently needed good news. She looked back at the sentry, who swallowed and said with some difficulty:
"Orgrim is missing..."
"try to find!"
A cold command came from Tyrande's mouth:
"Even if we open the entire Mount Hyjal, we must find him... Call all the troops and follow me to the front line! Maiev, Maiev?"
The high priest turned back to look for the watchman lady who was following him, but did not see her. She looked at the guards beside her:
"Where is Ms. Maiev?"
The guard immediately replied:
"Ms. Maiev went to the north. She said there were traces of demonic activity there, and Illidan... Illidan also went there."
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"Aha! I knew the night elves would not be defeated so easily!"
In the southern part of the Whispering Canyon that leads from Winterspring Valley to Mount Hyjal, the demon king Bain Holler looked at the sky in the distance. He said to the eredar warlock beside him:
"Look at them, these cunning elves quietly pulled up a huge reinforcements. Humans, orcs, tauren, wild boars, trolls, almost all the races on the continent began to unite to help the dark night.
I'm an elf, and I don't know how charming Ms. Tyrande is... Haha, maybe she made some weird promises."
This cunning fear devil stood on a hill covered with falling snow. It looked at the demon army advancing towards Mount Hyjal not far away, and a feeling of joy rose in its heart.
Frankly speaking, old members like Bernholler who have served the Legion for countless years are not afraid of the power of the natives of Azeroth to unite. It has seen such alliances in countless worlds, but it is of no use.
Facing the endless power of the Legion, they will eventually be crushed easily, and that is their only ending.
But Azeroth is different.
Bernholler couldn't help but think of that day on the battlefield in the forest, when Tyrion and the Blood Mistress appeared. At that moment, the cunning Dread Lord really thought he was dead and had never really faced it.
The demon of Lord Dark Blade cannot feel that weird feeling. Looking directly at him is like looking directly at the cold death.
He doesn't even need to lift a finger to take away Bernholler's life, and the most terrifying thing is that if you die in his hands, your soul will not even have the possibility of returning to the twisted void.
Demons are not afraid of simple death, but this kind of annihilation of the spirit body... This is enough to make any demon feel numb.
"It seems that I have to find a way to leave this damn place. Tyrion's power has escaped here, and it is no longer safe here."
While commanding the demon army to enter Mount Hyjal, Bernholler was thinking about his "career". He heard that Cassanatir's work in the Broken Islands was going very smoothly. Maybe it was time to join his old friend.
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However, at the moment when Bainholler made up his mind, a strange male night elf suddenly appeared on the snow not far away from him. The moment the man appeared, the Dreadlord noticed him.
On this cold day, the temperature in this damn Winter Spring Valley is at least 20 degrees below zero. This is a cold that even demons hate. But the man was naked, with gray cloth wrapped around his hands, and wearing a fur coat.
Wearing embellished military trousers and a pair of black deerskin boots, he looks like an ordinary night elf.
But the most eye-catching thing is the arrogant green magic pattern painted on the man's chest and the dark red cloth covering his eyes.
When Bernholler saw him, the man also saw Bernholler.
A cheerful smile hung on the corner of the man's mouth, as if he smelled the smell of "delicious food":
"Ah...a lone Dread Lord, a high-level demon lord, so nice..."
"It's been ten thousand years, I'm really... really hungry..."
"This unknown Mr. Fear Lord, has anyone ever told you that you smell... delicious..."
