The tauren of Highmountain have been isolated from the world for more than ten thousand years, but they maintain good relations with the druids of Val'sharah next to Highmountain.
On the one hand, this is because 10,000 years ago, the legendary war chief Huon Gaoling took the Highmountain Tauren to participate in the War of the Ancients and formed a very deep alliance with the night elves. On the other hand, it is also because although the Broken Group Islands
The territory is not vast, but the internal disputes are no less than those outside.
The people who live in Stormheim are extremely aggressive vrykul. These guys who are not very smart like to start wars and fight bravely in the wars. In this way, they show themselves to their god Odin.
They are brave enough to try to enter the Hall of Valor after death. These warlike guys are the enemies of almost all forces in the entire Broken Islands.
The Highmountain tauren chose to form an alliance with the peace-loving druids of Val'sharah, in order to join forces to deal with the crazy vrykul at some point.
This covenant had been maintained well for the past ten thousand years, until the demons descended on the Highmountain and stole the tauren's sacred artifact, the Hammer of Khaz'goroth. At that time, the druids of Val'sharah also sent reinforcements.
, but the number is very small because they also have a Pillar of Creation in their hands, which is the Tears of Elune placed in the Moon Temple of Val'sharah.
It was a pure white crystal, and no one knew what its use was. Before the disaster on Mount Hyjal, it was just a holy object enshrined by the night elves to express their sincerity to Elune.
After the Dark Blade ruthlessly destroyed Nordrassil, the world tree, and ended the Kaldorei's immortality, Elune gave the oracle to the seriously injured Kaldorei again, and from that time on, Elune
Tears of Grace are used properly to cultivate more qualified warriors for the Kaldorei elves. This crystal contains a trace of Elune's power. Through the soul link with the crystal, warriors can be blessed by Elune, making it easier
While comprehending the essence of power, they also protect their souls from being affected by other powers.
After all, the newly born Kaldorei have confirmed their mission. Their race is born to be the dependents of the world spirit. They must maintain the order of the world. Most importantly, they must spontaneously fight against the ancients who are trying to infect the world.
God, fighting against the demons who are trying to destroy the world.
The void and evil energy are both extremely corrosive dark forces. When fighting them, the Tears of Elune can ensure that the warriors are not contaminated to the greatest extent.
This is a valuable strategic weapon!
Under the orders of the Dark Moon War Goddess Tyrande, an elite regiment of Luna Priests, Sentinels, and Druids were sent to Val'sharah to ensure the safety of the Tears of Elune. But the problem happened.
In this battle group.
The Dread Lords, who have been hiding in Suramar City for the past two years, used evil methods to replace the souls of several sentinels at an unknown moment, and then used the souls of those sentinels on the days when the Moon Temple was opened.
Sitting at the node, under the personal control of the Nightborne Archmage Elisande in Suramar City, a portal from Suramar to the Temple of the Moon was forcibly torn open. With the power of the Eye of Aman'Thul
Under the infection, a large number of demons emerged from the Moon Temple, which was caught off guard. The evil energy pollution destroyed a small half of the Moon Temple, and the two battle groups were instantly locked in a bitter battle.
When Bain and Meera led the reinforcements and arrived at the Moon Temple battlefield on the giant eagle of the Skyhorn Tribe, they saw Ms. Tyrande, the God of Darkness, who also rushed here as quickly as possible, and another person they had not seen.
When they arrived, Lady Tyrande was quarreling with the blind night elf.
"I told you, Tyrande, your priests lack the means to detect demons!"
Illidan said with a hint of anger:
"I tried to place my demon hunters here several times, but you refused. Look! This is what happens when you refuse! Demons infiltrated you. If my hunters were here, this would never have happened!"
"It's not that I don't trust you, Illidan, don't be so childish!"
Seeing the Moon Temple being destroyed, Ms. Tyrande, who was in a bad mood, retorted without any weakness:
"Elune's tears contain the power of the world spirit. She hates evil energy. Your hunters will be affected when they come here. I am thinking about you and your warriors!"
"You still don't trust me, I can feel it."
Illidan was unwilling to say too much in front of outsiders. He shook his head and said with some regret:
"The relationship between you, Malfurion and I is still affecting you, but since you don't want me to get involved, let you handle it, but Tyrande, if you need me in the fight against the demons, I
I will still stand by your side. Also, on the other side of Black Crow Castle, withdraw your Luna Priest and let me handle it!"
"I can assure you that the heroes of the Ancient War, including Lord Ravencrest, who I respect very much, will all take another stance to fight against demons again! And this time, I will not do it again.
Forced them."
After saying that, Illidan "looked" at the ordinary calf and heifer. The complex aura lingering around him made the heifer a little afraid, while Bain stood in front of his girlfriend and used a provocative expression.
He looked at Illidan.
Unfortunately, the demon hunter didn't pay attention to Mavericks' childish actions. He shook his head, and a pair of demon wings flashed out from behind. Between the flapping of the wings, he disappeared into the sky like a swift shadow.
On the battlefield.
"This place looks bad."
Seeing Illidan disappear, Mavericks breathed a sigh of relief. The aura of that demon hunter was completely different from those guys who pretended to be powerful. When facing Illidan, Mavericks felt like he was facing an endless rolling force.
The sea of darkness, that instinctive sense of danger made his hair stand on end. Obviously, that was not a warrior that the current Mavericks could fight against.
On the battlefield where only two-thirds of the Moon Temple was left, the druids were treating the wounded, and the sentries were escorting the defeated Sons of Shaldorei Night prisoners.
To be honest, the military reforms launched by Tyrande are not without results. At least the combat effectiveness of the Sentinel Legion is increasing rapidly. Although the Tears of Elune were taken away by the demons, the Nightfallen who followed the demons into the Temple of the Moon fought.
Most of the mages were left here.
"Take them away!"
Tyrande's smoky eyes flashed with a cold light. She looked at the unruly captives and said in a deep voice:
"Send them all to Illidan's demon hunter training camp and treat them as waste!"
"Hahaha! Didn't you see that the expressions on the faces of those night elves were exactly like the fear and helplessness they felt when we massacred them ten thousand years ago? Oh, that feeling, it's great!"
At the secret meeting point in Suramar City, the proud Dreadlord Varimathras was playing with the Tears of Elune in one hand, while boasting about his achievements to his companions, under the constant flattery of the other two Dreadlord Lords.
Next, Varimathras looked very happy. This slightly reckless and sinister guy placed the Tears of Elune on the table, and it said loudly:
"The Hammer of Khaz'goroth, the Tidestone, plus the Tears of Elune and the Eye of Aman'Thul that will soon be completely stripped away, brothers, the mission given to us by the Dark Titan is nearing its end, and now we only have
We need to get the Shield of Aggramar to leave this world. Our great dedication will be rewarded by the Dark Titan! The Nasrezim clan will regain control of the Legion's power."
"Well said, brother!"
Balnazar, who was pretending to be drinking on the side, praised:
"To hell with the fraudsters, we have the final say from now on. We will do whatever we want. No one can order us anymore! Ah, what a pleasant day it is today. How about finding some girls of the night?
, come and relax?”
Balnazar's suggestion made Tichondrius, who was sitting on the other side, look contemptuous. This fallen first lord once lived a miserable life, but after recognizing the reality, he decisively joined Kasanatil.
On this side, after several tests, he finally became a member of this group. While playing with a fel crystal in boredom, he said to Balnazzar:
"Are you so addicted to having sex with lower creatures? You're just like those perverts who have wild sex. I say, find some high-level succubi."
"Hey, pay attention to this!"
But just when a few smug Dread Lords were planning to play "games" to kill time, the door of the assembly point was suddenly pushed open, and the gloomy-looking First Lord "Quiet One" Cassanatil walked in
In the hall.
The Dread Lords are all a group of demons who are very good at observing what is happening. Seeing that the boss was in a bad mood, the three Dread Lords immediately sat up straight. Balnazzar diligently poured a glass of demon wine for Cassanatir, and he whispered
Asked:
"Boss, I got the Tears of Elune. This is a good thing. Don't be depressed. Or, did something bad happen?"
'Fraudsters are not going to admit defeat'
Cassanatil did not hide anything from his confidants. He told the three Dread Lords in front of him the news he had just learned. Two of them were truly "his own", and the remaining one was an easy one.
A fool who was deceived, but he was ruthless when doing bad things. He was a very useful sharp knife.
"Kil'jaeden sent two desperate girls to Azeroth to "assist" our eredar twins. They came very quickly and may arrive in Azeroth in the afternoon. They still have some
You have all heard of the demon rulers of Marton Planet, and you all know what they want to do here, right?"
"Ah! I know."
Tichondrius shook his paw and said with a sinister expression:
"Queen Saloras and the high-level warlock Oreses, Kil'jaeden's loyal lackeys and his most trusted students, are a pair of sisters who use shadow and flames to fight. I heard they are very hot! They are also very troublesome, boss.
, why don’t we find a place to bury them in Suramar City?”
"Yes! The work on Azeroth has come to an end!"
Varimathras also said with a vicious look:
"Kil'jaeden sent people to try to pick the fruit at this time, trying to take away the rewards we deserve! He underestimated us too much. We are just two little girls who don't know the world. We have 100 ways to make them
Disappeared in this world without a trace!”
"But why do we do that?"
Balnazzar, the last fear lord to speak, rolled his eyes and said softly:
"It is related to the mission assigned by the Dark Titan. Kil'jaeden did not dare to openly undermine this mission. He gave his disciples the power to control Marton. He was just using his strength to oppress us and give his disciples the opportunity to take over.
Opportunities to seize power, but aren’t there hidden opportunities under any crisis? Boss, can’t we take advantage of them?”
"Huh? Interesting."
Cassanatir took a sip of the demonic wine filled with evil energy. He looked at Balnazzar and said:
"Keep talking, I'm listening."
"Look!"
Balnazar pointed to the four Pillars of Creation placed on the table, and he said to the others:
"The Shield of Aggramar is the last item, and it seems to be the most difficult thing to get at the moment. Hela and Odin are not fuel-efficient lamps. We have to go out on our own. If we are not careful, we will get involved with those two madmen.
In the hundreds of thousands of years of hatred, this is not in line with our concept of survival, so why not leave this "honor" to our proud and powerful Eredar twin ladies!"
The Dread Lord let out a cunning laugh:
"Hela's despicable bitch should be dealt with by other mean girls who also have no bottom line. I believe that the outstanding students trained by the "great" Lord Kil'jaeden should not be able to deal with even Hela.
No”
"If they fail, even if the Deceiver comes in person, they will have nothing to say. In the legion, strength speaks for itself."
Balnazar glanced at Casanatir. The first lord nodded slowly, indicating his agreement with this idea. Opposite Balnazar, Varimathras asked
:
"What if they succeed? What if they really get the Shield of Aggramar?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, my friend, you see, Odin and Hela are guardians and enemies that even deceivers find difficult. With the strength of the twins, it is very dangerous to rashly get involved in such a large-scale confrontation.
"
Cassanatil took over the conversation. The first lord leaned on the seat in a comfortable posture. A vicious light flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his fingers and made a blasting motion:
"Just a little carelessness and boom!"
“There will be no more people left.”
"We're sorry for that situation, but there's nothing we can do about it, right?"
"But before that, we have to prepare a small "welcome ceremony" for these two ladies."
