After receiving the news from Taylor, the commander-in-chief of the Human Empire, Halford Wymbane, who commanded the army in the Felwood Theater, first reaction was that these unruly navy bastards must have drunk too much again.
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This is not to blame for the inertial thinking of the human marshal. After all, Felwood is located in the inland west of the central part of the continent, and is separated from the Black Coast adjacent to the sea by a mountain. Unless the mountain suddenly collapses, it does not matter whether the Sea of Mist
No matter how high the tide is, it cannot affect Felwood.
And if Felwood is in danger of flooding, it means that Ashenvale will be flooded first. This is not in line with mortals' inner understanding of the world. However, less than 30 minutes later, the Ashenvale War Zone garrison
The orcs on the coast of Zoram also sent back the same news, which immediately attracted the attention of the army in Felwood Forest.
Under the order of Marshal Halfer, all the legions abandoned their baggage and rushed to the highlands as quickly as possible. Less than 3 hours after this order was issued that confused the grassroots commanders, in
The soldiers in Felwood witnessed a terrifying scene that could only appear in fairy tales.
seawater!
The seawater mixed with terrible shipwrecks climbed across the mountain barrier between Darkshore and Felwood. Between the lapping of the heavy tide, the peaks of the Darkshore Mountains were easily beaten.
Fell, and then thousands of tons of seawater howled all the way down the western mountains of Felwood in a waterfall manner.
The forests, rocks, and the buildings left here by the night elves and demons were all completely submerged in the endless noise of the flood.
This horrific scene shocked almost everyone. In less than an hour, almost the entire human empire, the orc tribe, and even the goblins knew about the great changes in the northwest of Kalimdor, and what was even more terrible.
Yes, between the turbulent tides, there are endless Nagas riding the tides. Those disgusting soft-skinned snakes have never been so arrogant as now. Their first move after emerging from the tide
, that is, start attacking all surrounding opponents indiscriminately.
The coalition forces, which had lost most of their baggage, could only barely fight against the huge number of Nagas on several highland battlefields. And if this terrible tide did not recede, in up to 4 hours, the entire ground of Felwood might be destroyed.
Completely submerged... By that time, the coalition forces trapped on the isolated island in the water will simply not be able to hold on until reinforcements arrive.
The same dilemma also appears in the Gray Valley War Zone. However, the terrain of the Gray Valley determines that the terrain of this place is not flat, and there is enough space at the entrance of the mountains and rivers adjacent to the sea. This makes the Gray Valley War Zone in the face of the surging giant.
When the tide is high, they have more time to react. The civilians of the night elf city of Astrana in Ashenvale have begun to move as quickly as possible to the Stonetalon Mountains, which are completely enclosed by mountains and have no threat of floods.
At least until the transfer is over, it is impossible for the troops in the Ashenvale theater to rescue the troops in Felwood... The fearsome queen of the Nagas single-handedly wiped out all the terrain advantages of the coalition forces and found opportunities for her own troops.
When they reached the most favorable terrain, facing such a means of changing the world, even if the coalition had the idea of counterattack, they did not have enough power to realize it.
In such a bad situation, the only good news the coalition forces got was that... the main force of the Nagas immediately followed the tide to Mount Hyjal. In other words, before the Nagas took advantage of the situation to defeat the night elves,
, the coalition forces trapped in the sudden flood can survive for a while longer, but considering the dire situation the night elves are facing now, this time may not be too long.
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"In the territory of the Elf Empire, this mountain range is just a featureless frontier place."
The coquettish Queen Azshara leaned lazily on her luxurious deep-sea throne, controlling the tide. She and her guards almost reached the mountains at the junction of Felwood Forest and Mount Hyjal unimpeded.
, this pass that the demons failed to capture despite countless casualties, fell into the hands of the Queen in less than 30 minutes under the impact of the tide.
The queen's actual location at this time had already reached Mount Hyjal. She looked at the towering World Tree Nordrassil in the distance, and she said with some disdain:
"After all, Tyrande could not get rid of her intolerable barbaric habits. She and her proud people lived in trees, abandoning the rich legacy left by the Elf Empire, and returned to the wilderness in a gesture of return.
I surrender to myself... Sometimes I can't understand how my empire could fall into the hands of such a wild girl."
"That's just because the traitors have a little bit of luck, my lord."
A Naga sea witch wearing light armor stood respectfully next to the Queen's throne, her blue eyes shining with vicious light, and she carefully flattered her moody Majesty the Queen:
"They never dared to confront you head-on, they would only play some small plots that would not be on the table, but now, they have to face you, and I also believe that the despicable Tyrande will eventually kneel down in front of you,
I beg for your forgiveness.”
"Um."
Azshara didn't care about this kind of explicit flattery. In fact, she didn't like the sea witch beside her who was good at using intrigues. But unfortunately, her most beloved and most capable maid, Vashj, had died in
During the ambush on Dailin, Naz'jar, the Tide Mistress who was more concerned about the overall situation, also died in the same place as Vashj.
Those are Queen Azshara's two most valued subordinates. Now the sea witch Arcee who takes their place is still a little less capable. Even her ability to say such beautiful words is much worse than the first two maids.
But, there is no other way.
Azshara sighed sadly. In the Well of Eternity explosion 10,000 years ago, she and the entire golden Azshara's upper elves were rushed into the deep sea by the energy of the explosion. Such a powerful magic like hers
The teacher is naturally not afraid of surviving in the sea and endless energy oppression, but her loyal servants cannot do this. In desperation, she can only fight with an indescribable person in the deep sea who calls himself "God".
The property signed a contract.
Azshara did not disapprove of the so-called "god", nor did she surrender to it, because this queen had faced the extremely powerful dark titan Sargeras. In front of Sargeras, who would dare to call himself a "god"
Woolen cloth?
Therefore, the contract signed between the queen and the ancient god named N'Zoth was an equal contract. In exchange, Queen Azshara's servants and the queen herself accepted the power of the twisted thing and reshaped its dark empire for it.
, that twisted thing would protect Azshara's people and help Azshara rebuild her elven empire.
This was just a stopgap measure 10,000 years ago, but the problem is that Azshara underestimated the extent of N'Zoth's corruption of his loyal followers... Accepting the power of the void of the ancient god, it is extremely powerful
The corrosive power distorted the beautiful bodies and faces of the upper elves, turning them into dark monsters under the abyss. The changes in the body did not have much meaning. The most terrifying thing was the distortion of the soul by the void.
Introducing the wise high elves into the abyss of the soul... As a result, 10,000 years later, Queen Azshara did have a deep-sea army that could subvert the world, but she did not have a good enough commander.
To command them, the vicious and cunning sea witch next to her is not as wise as she was ten thousand years ago. She has completely turned into a mouse living in the darkness, and the only thing that is remarkable about her is her love for Ai
Sarah herself was infinitely loyal.
But the queen would rather she be an ambitious commander with a big picture view... Loyalty, what's the point of just being loyal?
"Oh...go ahead and continue to maintain the change of the tide..."
The queen sighed again and handed the tidal scepter to Arcee, the sea witch matron. The latter took it with both hands respectfully, and then dived into the cold sea water behind her with a team of capable royal guards.
Azshara was lying on her throne. She was planning to get rid of N'Zoth's control after revenge for the destruction of the country ten thousand years ago. She must bring the Nagas out of the deep sea.
Find a suitable place to establish a kingdom on the ground. Over the past ten thousand years, she has already gained insights into the research on the power of the void. Maybe she only needs a few specific items to get rid of the curse of the upper elves, and then rely on her loyalty
subordinates to rebuild their own elven empire.
Maybe...the Mount Hyjal in front of us looks like a good place for initial development.
The more contact she has with N'Zoth, the more Queen Azshara despises the so-called ancient god hidden in the deep sea... In her opinion, N'Zoth is ambitious and good at using tricks, but this ancient god
Since her direct strength is insufficient, she can only play some unattractive things. Moreover, the queen has heard about the mortals’ deeds of killing the ancient god C’Thun in Silithus. Since they can do it once, they can definitely do it.
to the second time.
Should we find a way to get rid of this serious problem with the help of those mortal warriors?
The queen's charming eyes narrowed. Maybe after the mortals got rid of N'Zoth for her, she would be kind enough to reward them with some land... As long as they are willing to kneel down and surrender to the Elf Empire, this is not a non-negotiable matter.
After all... ten thousand years have passed and times have changed.
"Azshara!"
At this moment, a cry full of anger and murderous intent echoed in the valley of Mount Hyjal. This familiar voice made the queen stop thinking. She used her dark red tentacles to prop up her body, and then looked at
He watched with interest the night elves' army rushing out of the chaotic valley of Mount Hyjal, and the Priestess of the Moon Goddess who led the army and rode on the white frostsaber.
Tyrande Whisperwind, a traitor and shameless person in Azshara's eyes.
"Look who is here..."
Between the lapping of the icy tide, and under the fanatical gazes of the endless Nagas, the hoarse voice of their incomparably powerful noble queen sounded like the tide among the mountains of Mount Hyjal:
"Isn't this my favorite little Tyrande? Do you remember? In my palace, I once admired your beauty, as pure as a blooming lotus. Unfortunately, at that time, I could not
Look into your heart."
The queen supports her body with her tentacles. Behind the red crown-like fins on her head, her long silver-white hair is flying in the wind of Mount Hyjal. Not much can be seen from her scaly face.
resentment, as if she was telling an insignificant past story.
"Like many stories say, the king mistakenly trusted the person he shouldn't trust... The empire I built collapsed, and the people I loved died in that disaster. I want to protect them,
Tyrande, I really want to protect them...but I can't."
Azshara looked at the angry Tyrande, her eyes changing from sadness to indifference:
"Just like you now, you can't protect the 200,000 Kaldorei elves on the Black Coast. Their bones are hidden deep under the cold sea. Just like us for ten thousand years, listen! Did you hear it? Tyran
De, your people are crying."
The queen's last words became as cold as a knife, clearly reaching the ears of every creature present:
"Betrayer! Slaughterer! Do you... feel the pain I felt ten thousand years ago?"
The ill-disguised malice and icy aura spread across the battlefield of Mount Hyjal like the coldest ice blades, making Tyrande, who had led two legions here, tremble all over, not because of fear, but because his heart finally
The anger that I couldn't bear anymore, and the feeling of being told what Azshara said.
As a ruler, the most disappointing thing is not the failure of foreign wars, nor the rebellion within the people, but the inability and cowardice to protect the people when disasters occur. For every ruler's heart,
They are all nearly devastating blows.
But Azshara's behavior was too cold-blooded.
"Just to take revenge on me, Azshara... Just to take revenge on me!"
Tyrande drew out the white-feathered war bow behind her back. As the power of the High Priest of the Moon flowed, the evening of Mount Hyjal was completely covered by the swaying stars at this moment, and the voice of the Priestess of the Moon was mixed in.
With a hint of trembling:
"You killed 200,000 innocent lives...how dare you say you are not a tyrant! How dare you say you are a qualified queen? You...you lunatic!"
The coming of night did not make Azshara and her soldiers feel afraid. The elven queen from thousands of years ago just waved her hand gently, and the night starry curtain summoned by Tyrande was as if it had never appeared before.
...At the moment when the swaying stars dissipated, Azshara's playful voice sounded again:
"Revenge you? No, no, no!"
"My poor Tyrande, flooding the Dark Coast is not revenge on you... It is just a trivial trick on my part to punish the betrayers. Everything that will happen next is my real punishment!"
The queen casually flicked her nails inlaid with ruby gems, and suddenly asked softly:
"I heard that your beloved husband, Malfurion Stormrage, has disappeared?"
