In the Naga Crypt position on the Black Coast, amidst the vibrations of the cold tide, this moist highland is already covered with fallen corpses, soaked in bright red blood. On that battlefield with mottled light and shadow, the death battle is still going on.
continue.
The Blood Maidens of the Dark Blade quickly broke up the formation of the Kaldorei Watchers under the cover of the agents. Although the Illidari Demon Hunters who joined the Watchers were exhausted, they were also defeated.
Forced to join the war again, and facing the full preparations of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency, these Kaldorei warriors soon fell into the dilemma of fighting on their own.
The high-level watchers could still persist in the mysterious attacks of the Sarains, and from time to time they would kill a few opponents who were too reckless. However, other ordinary watchers were quickly defeated in the face of the impact of blood. The watchers'
Heritage does take into account the advantages of warriors and assassins, but this does not mean that every watcher is a god-like fighter. They will also feel pressure when being attacked from two sides, and once the pressure is too great, they will also collapse.
And the most terrible thing is that in the face of these rebellious watchers who control the power of blood, once they are injured and blood is shed, in this cruel battle, it is equivalent to being sentenced to death...
"ah"
A high-level warden shuttled back and forth in the shadows, holding a knife wheel and slashing and killing among the Dark Blade agents. The blood all over her body was boiling under the control of blood magic. She felt the blood flowing in her veins.
It was no longer blood, but more like boiling lava. The pain caused by the inside caused the high-level watcher to lose control of the shadow in an instant. She fell from the air in an awkward manner, and she struggled on the ground.
Support your body.
However, the next moment, she was stabbed through the chest by ruthless swords from three directions. After the heart was cut open, the painful watcher gritted his teeth and raised the bloody knife wheel, trying to cut again.
She turned away the head of the attacker in front of her, but as the light and shadow danced, her tattered body was knocked away, and finally fell into the cold water under the high ground.
Just like a leaf falling into the tide, after several twists and turns, it was blown by the tide and fell into the cold water.
A brave man died...
But soon, she will draw new strength from death and start to fight for new ideals... This is the most embarrassing situation when facing death. Even if you are unwilling to serve death while alive, you will still be unable to avoid it after death.
Join it.
"Mai Lin, let's take it easy!"
Mai Lin, who was under the intensive care of two high-level agents, had hideous scars all over her armor. Her former companions showed no mercy in this battle of life and death. Although Mai Lin herself was also a very talented watcher,
She was still trapped in the fatal offensive. Between another blade collision, Mai Lin's figure took a few steps back. The owl helmet on her head was torn apart in the battle just now. This stubborn character
The Kaldorei elf simply took off his helmet and threw it aside.
There were already several scars on her thin face, but at this time, the young elf looked at the two former companions in front of her fiercely. She urged her side to spit out bloody saliva, gritted her teeth and said:
"Don't even think about it!"
"Buzz"
Miss Marais waved the blood blade in her hand outwards, shaking off a few drops of blood on the blade. Wearing a bat helmet, she tilted her head and looked at her former little sister. She persuaded with a hoarse voice.
:
"Mai Lin, you are now a commander. Looking back, I mean...since Maiev has given these sisters to you as commander, you have to think about the companions behind you!
"
These words made Mai Lin Bladewing tighten her grip on her gauntlet. She subconsciously looked back and saw her companions struggling like wild beasts in a trap. The last watchers who followed her were very brave.
, each of these sisters who live together day and night has killed and injured several opponents, but facing the numerical advantage of the Blood Maid, even the most determined warrior will become weak from the constant bleeding, and then be killed from behind.
The sharp knife that came pierced the heart.
The last Watchers have lived up to the expectations of the warden, Ms. Maiev. Each of them has performed extremely bravely and lived up to the oath they swore when they joined the Watchers. However, their number... is too few.
"You are being slaughtered, like pigs being thrown on the chopping block! You are dying pointlessly for a mission that is impossible to complete. You are very brave and worthy of the name of the Watcher..."
Mirana, the shorter Blood Watcher standing next to Marais, persuaded in a low voice:
"But Mai Lin, such a sacrifice is meaningless. Put down your weapons! The last watchmen, you have proven yourself... put down your weapons and you will survive!"
"Ms. Maiev never taught me that if you surrender in battle, you will never find a Watcher who surrenders without a fight!"
Mai Lin's eyes were filled with tragic sacrifice, and her voice was filled with murderous intent. She raised the knife wheel in her hand, and with her arms trembling, she whispered:
"Stop talking nonsense, come on! It is our mission to fight and die here, and the Watchers never give up on their mission!"
Marais and Mirana looked at each other, and the two blood maids raised their weapons at the same time. Before the final battle to the death began, Marais whispered:
"Now I finally know why Shadow always values you so much, Mai Lin... You are the kind of person we need. You will become an excellent Blood Maid, no doubt!"
"I won't... join you!"
Mai Lin responded disdainfully. The next moment, three bloody figures were dancing on the blood-stained highland in the dark night. Amidst the clash of sharp blades, Marais's light voice was clearly imprinted on Mai Lin.
In Bladewing's ears:
"The will is very good, but unfortunately... death never gives you a chance to choose."
"Welcome to Dark Blade, the Last Watcher..."
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Under the cruel battlefield of the Naga Crypt, in the deepest part of the cave where the Nagas hide the Tide Scepter, the ambitious and talented Sea Witch Matron Arcee, who was given the mission of guarding the Scepter by Queen Azshara, was at this time
Nailed on the wet stone wall in an "artistic" gesture, with a bloody dagger stuck in each of her six palms, like an oversized Naga specimen.
The green blood flowing from her body covered the entire wet mountain wall. The cunning Naga lowered her head, and the weird little snake-like heads above her head were also hanging in the air. Obviously,
She died...in an extremely painful manner in this dark place, and was buried in this mouse hole along with her newly bred ambition and what she thought was a bright future.
Death is meaningless, death is not worth mentioning.
Beside Arcee's body, Shadow looked at the tide scepter in his hand through the dim light of moss in the crypt, and asked thoughtfully:
"I'm very curious about how many people you brought this time? My dear Maiev."
In the shadow opposite the shadow, Warden Maiev, wearing a simple armor and holding a thorn wheel, answered with a voice as cold as ice:
"It's not much, but it's enough to bury the rebels you brought. Nasha, I once wanted to save you, but now it seems that there is no need for you to be saved..."
"The Nasa in my heart has died long ago, and what is standing in front of me now is a real monster."
"So, are you going to kill me?"
Shadow stretched out her hand and held the white mask on her face that was almost never taken off. She hesitated for a moment, but finally did not take off the mask. She looked at her former "lover" who had just passed by for a short time.
It had been more than ten years, but it felt like a world away. She had imagined the scene when she faced Maiev again countless times, but until she actually reached this moment, her interest waned.
Time and experience have completely changed her... She is no longer the same person as she was before, and those green feelings have long since passed away with the wind.
"Those agents are only used to stop Illidari. Although Illidan's followers are few in number, they are very difficult enemies. But before I came here, I gave Marais and the others another order.
"
Shadow said calmly:
"Once the Watchers appear on this battlefield, they will bring all the Blood Watchers we have carefully trained over the past ten years to join the battle. That is a number that will make you despair... To be honest, I don't
I hope you will come, but you still come."
"Maiev, you always say that you are the last Watcher. I can see that after more than 10,000 years of adhering to the mission of the Watcher, you are tired of living in the shadows. You refuse to be in Ka
Recruiting new Wardens among the Dorei elves, you want to bury the organization you created... I can see that under the cold appearance, Maiev, you are a gentle person... You have already served the Warden
You have dedicated your life and everything, and you hope that this heavy mission will end completely in your hands."
"bass"
The blade wheel in Maiev's hand shone slightly in the air. Amidst the hum of the blade, the warden seemed to have lost interest in talking. She said in a deep voice:
"It's useless to talk any more! Nasa, give me the Tide Scepter!"
Shadow shook her head, she tied the scepter around her waist, and then took a step back. She glanced at the mechanical watch on her wrist, and then at Maiev who was approaching in front of her, and she said softly:
"No!"
"Maiev, the time has come... Your mission of ten thousand years has ended today. I am honored that I can personally set you free..."
"Is it just you?"
Maiev asked in a contemptuous voice:
"traitor!"
"Of course it's not just the cute little fairy Nasa..."
In the halo caused by the blood magic, outside the mountain wall passage where Nasa had just begun to violently break through the Naga cave, a light voice sounded in the darkness, and then, a person wearing a blood-red dress,
The woman with the delicate little crown appeared in the dark crypt in the shining shadow of blood.
Alleria stretched her shoulders and moved her wrists. She waved to Ms. Maiev, who was standing in the shadows, like an old friend. The blood matron had a gentle face, as if she was talking to a real
Say hello like an old friend:
"Hey, Miss Marvel, I'm sorry I'm late... Some naughty kids at home were making trouble, and I just beat them up."
The Blood Mistress was like a stay-at-home mother complaining about her child's disobedience. She made a long red sword with blood while shaking her hands, brushing her dark golden hair. She raised her head and looked at the goddess in front of her with a smile.
Warden, she said softly:
"Tyrion has complained to me several times. The Dark Blade Intelligence Agency is getting bigger and bigger, and he is always a bit overwhelmed as the director. We need a real professional to manage this intelligence organization, so my husband asked me to ask
Are you interested in working in the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency?"
"Oh, by the way...the letter of appointment, certificates, seals, office, and the salary for the first three months plus job subsidies have all been prepared for you."
"Buzz"
The Blood Mistress flicked her wrist, and the blood sword in her hand made a strange buzzing sound. When she raised her head, the smile was no longer in her dark red eyes:
"So, you can't refuse!"
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On the front battlefield of Mount Hyjal, Queen Azshara has been away from the battlefield for a long time, and the crazy war between the night elves and the naga has not stopped, but has become more and more chaotic.
As the tide rises, the mountainous area where Mount Hyjal and Felwood meet has completely fallen into the hands of the Nagas. The night elves had to retreat to the second line of defense of the original demonic war, but the tide accumulated in Mount Hyjal
The more it means, the more power the Nagas can mobilize. After the tide expands to a certain extent, the ferocious sea beasts driven by the Nagas also join the battlefield driven by the Naga beast masters.
The night elves were already at a numerical disadvantage, and the druids of the Cenarion Circle were trapped in the Emerald Dream, unable to escape. They lacked large units such as ancient war trees and mountain giants. Facing the ferocious legion of sea beasts,
The night elves are having an increasingly difficult time fighting on the battlefield. Such trade-offs have reduced the night elves' military strength in Mount Hyjal to an extremely dangerous level.
But the problem is that Felwood has been blocked by the Nagas with floods, and several legions from Ashenvale and Stonetalon Mountains, as well as the Imperial coalition forces trapped in the Felwood war zone, have no way to come to support...Obviously
In order to defeat the night elves' holy land in one fell swoop, the Nagas indeed created a whimsical but almost perfect attack plan.
However, Queen Azshara and the Naga War Masters overlooked an important factor...a third party that was not part of the plan.
"Wow"
Over the holy land of Mount Hyjal where Naga and night elves were fighting fiercely, a blue-black crack in the sky opened with a roar, like a door to the outside world opened in the gloomy clouds. At the edge of the door,
Several death lords peered down at the battle at Mount Hyjal below. Seeing that the night elves were being suppressed miserably by the Nagas, Luminas, who was holding the Death Sword, said slowly:
"Do you think this Kaldorei elf has had bad luck in the past few years? How come something happened to the ancient gods, demons, and then Naga... I can't stand it anymore. These distant relatives of mine are really...
It’s so miserable.”
"Well, Mount Hyjal is indeed a very evil place."
Serent touched his chin and looked at the jagged battlefield below. He looked at the other lords:
"The boss asked us to separate them first, but now they are all mixed into one pot of porridge. How can we separate them?"
"I was thinking..."
Grokush put his horn helmet on his head and said angrily:
"Maybe we can rush into the battlefield and attack both sides at the same time. As long as we kill enough people, they will stop fighting and then attack us... Wouldn't this mean we are separated?"
“This is a solid idea!”
Luminas rubbed her hands excitedly. She looked at the other lords and said enthusiastically:
"Then what are we waiting for... let's get started!"
