The first ray of sunshine in the morning pierced the light clouds in the east, and the morning mist was thick in the valley of Mount Hyjal. In the hazy water vapor, you could vaguely see an elegant small courtyard, with blue bricks and red tiles, green trees and white flowers.
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An old man with the first antlers, wearing a green Druid cloak, was sitting on a wicker chair, squinting his eyes and looking at the rising sun in the east. The sunlight filtered through the gaps between the dense leaves and sprinkled on his purple face like broken gold.
Next to him squatted a beautiful white tiger. The white tiger's fur was as soft and smooth as satin.
He is the spiritual leader of the Guards—Malfurion.
"Old man, you got up so early." An old but rich voice came from the valley. A short but unusually strong old man bypassed the sparse green bamboo fence and appeared in front of the old Druid. Although he
He was standing, but his height was only as high as Malfurion who was sitting on a wicker chair. His skin was silvery white and shiny, revealing the texture of metal. He was the God King Zeus from another universe, and he was also one of the few in the Holy Land.
One of several sixth-order powerhouses.
Zeus was originally a god-level powerhouse. No one knows why he came to this universe. Perhaps due to the different applicable laws of the two universes, his energy gradually disappeared after crossing, and now he is only equivalent to a sixth-level powerhouse.
"It's getting late, and the bellbirds have been chirping for a long time." Malfurion pointed to the oak tree in front of the yard. Among the dense canopy of the oak trees, many beautiful blue bellbirds could be vaguely seen, and their chirping sounds were very loud.
Pleasant.
Zeus squinted his eyes and looked at the oak tree in front of the yard. The oak tree was very tall. It took three adults to hug the thick trunk to surround it. The crown of the tree reached halfway up the mountainside, and the crystal leaves sparkled in the morning light.
Zeus suddenly sighed, "It would be great if this was the World Tree..."
Malfurion's eyes became distant, "It's all in the past, the Well of Eternity has been exhausted."
Zeus shook his head, still looking at the tall oak tree, as if he remembered the years when the four series of dragons and the night elves jointly established the Elf Kingdom of Mount Hyjal. At that time, the World Tree towered into the clouds like Optimus Prime, even standing there
From far away, the crown of the World Tree cannot be seen.
After a long silence, Zeus said: "The door to darkness has been opened."
Malfurion nodded, "I know."
Zeus had become accustomed to Malfurion's calm face and whispered: "You had expected it?"
"No, I feel it, dark energy is gathering."
"What is he for? Hearts of Oak?"
"I don't know either. In fact, Heart of Oak was taken away by Sylvanas 10,000 years ago. Today's 'Holy Land' is no longer worthy of its name. There are no sacred things here, only some self-proclaimed sacred places."
people……"
Zeus chewed on these words. He felt that Malfurion was laughing at himself. "Your two sons met a month ago. Why didn't you rush over? It's not difficult for you with teleportation skills. Don't you want to
Facing?" Malfurion's teleportation skill has no casting distance limit and can appear anywhere in the continent at any time. However, because of the long casting delay, it cannot be used like blinking in combat. It can only be used in combat.
Can be used for traveling.
Malfurion sighed lightly, "That was a mistake I made a thousand years ago. I never knew about the existence of these two brothers... When things have developed to this point, I really can't face Tiber."
"You don't care about the opening of the Dark Portal?" A pleasant female voice came from behind the two old men. The door of the wooden house was pushed open, and Tyrande, dressed in white, came out and squatted next to Malfurion.
The White Tiger of the Sun roared, stood up and walked to Tyrande's side.
Tyrande touched the smooth fur of the white tiger, and her light blue hair hung down. Although 20,000 years have passed, Tyrande is still as beautiful as a fairy who cannot eat fireworks from the world...
She smiled and greeted Zeus: "Good morning, Senior Zeus."
"Good morning." Zeus smiled in return. Counting the time he spent in another universe, Zeus was indeed a little older than Tyrande.
"Aren't you going to intervene in this war that concerns the fate of the entire continent?" Tyrande asked Malfurion. The two of them have been married for 20,000 years.
Malfurion looked at the canopy of the tall oak tree and said quietly: "Fate has already determined its trajectory. A pair of eyes has already seen the future. We just need to witness it..."
The war finally came, and the Guards received the news that the Dark Portal was opening, and they could not wait any longer.
In the winter of 21213, the year of the Dark Gate, the holy land World Tree united with the thirty-two countries in the southwest, and assembled a total of tens of millions of troops, led by the general of the guards, the wandering swordsman Sewen, and headed for the Tower of the Witch Doctor.
Although Magina also went out with the army, she did not hold any position in the army. This was Malfurion's intention.
The tens of millions of troops are too huge. If they stand in a row, they can line up directly from Baghdad to the Witch Doctor's Tower. In order to ensure the marching speed, the army is divided into thirty legions and marches separately. Along the way, the Guards Corps overcome obstacles, wipe out natural disasters, and recover in one fell swoop.
After arriving at the Netherworld Imperial Capital, they reached the Witch Doctor Tower with overwhelming force.
The two armies faced each other, and the undead troops were overwhelming, covering the entire grassland. From a distance, they saw a sea of bones and corpses, countless ghouls and abominations wriggling like maggots, and gargoyles blocking the clouds and the sun like locusts.
Broken limbs and carcasses were scattered all over the land, plague corpses were spreading, rot flies were flying, and the desolate land stretched directly to the horizon. Even Sewen, who had experienced battles for a long time, felt suffocated when he saw such a scene.
Natural disasters do not require the consumption of supplies, and the guards consume a large amount of food and grass every day. The military expenditure of a tens of millions of troops is an astronomical figure. Fortunately, it is shared by the thirty-two countries and the Holy Land, so it can be afforded in a short time.
Time passed quietly during the confrontation between the two armies...
At this time, in the distant continent of Northrend, Gu Nansheng stood on the ninety-ninth floor of the Dragon Sleeping Temple. The place had long returned to peace, and the natural disaster guards had rushed back to their respective camps to prepare for the next battle.
The empty and dark hall was filled with deathly silence. The rusty candlesticks were dripping with candle tears. The beating candlelight dragged out Gu Nansheng's shadow, which grew and fell, and reflected on the ancient magic circle, making it appear mysterious and lonely.
In the center of the resurrection circle, the Urn of the Dead made a soft buzzing sound, and the four skulls shone with light gray, resembling the blinking eyes of a demon.
As a direct descendant of the Lich King, Gu Nansheng knows how to operate the resurrection circle and how to use the Urn of the Undead. He can awaken all the undead warriors in a shorter time than Leo.
Ten thousand years ago, the Lich King created the Urn of the Undead, which was later carried by Arthas. Arthas killed countless people, and most of the souls of these deceased were absorbed by the Urn of the Undead and became Alsace's natural disaster warriors.
By the time Arthas died, the number of souls of transferred warriors in the Urn of the Undead had reached a terrifying two hundred thousand. Although the Urn of the Undead had no attributes, its value in large-scale wars far exceeded that of ordinary artifacts.
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The resurrection circle was moving slowly, and rows of mysterious symbols flickered on and off, just like breathing.
At this time, the operation of the magic circle was coming to an end, and the screams from the Urn of the Dead were getting louder and louder, like howling ghosts and gods, and it was already a bit harsh.
Suddenly, a hoarse and deep voice sounded: "Human, did you wake me up?"
A cloud of mist rose up from the Urn of the Dead, and the mist gradually condensed into reality. It was a huge beetle. It had a thick blue carapace, and the carapace was covered with sharp and ferocious barbs. It had six strong
The first two pairs of legs evolved into sickles like mantises, ferocious and ferocious, and there was a one-meter-long horn on the head, pointing straight into the sky like a sharp sword...
Gu Nansheng recognized this guy, the Dota hero Crypt Assassin. He vaguely remembered the background story of the Crypt Assassin. The Crypto Assassin was once a powerful warrior among the Crypt Spiders in Northrend. Unfortunately, he was killed during the Second Spider War.
Death. The Lich King Ner'zhul resurrected him. In exchange, he must remain loyal to the Lich King.
The Crypt Assassin is the leader of these two hundred thousand undead warriors.
Gu Nansheng said: "I am the direct descendant of the Lich King, and I want to seek your help now."
The Crypt Assassin was silent. Through his six green eyes, Gu Nansheng could not understand what this huge beetle was thinking.
"Why should I trust you?"
Gu Nansheng said: "You don't need to believe me, as long as you are willing to help me, I will find an eternal body for you, so that you can be completely resurrected and get rid of the shackles of the Urn of the Dead. If I am not mistaken, your
The Lovers' Broodmother is also in this Urn of the Dead, do you want to be trapped here forever?"
The Crypt Assassin hesitated for a while, and he had to admit that this condition was very tempting to him.
Gu Nansheng cast the spell again, and another wisp of gray mist emerged from the Urn of the Dead, gradually condensing into a huge red spider.
The Broodmother was once the queen of the spider clan. She fell in love with the Crypt Assassin, the strongest warrior in the kingdom at that time. Later, the Crypt Assassin betrayed and joined the Lich King, and the Broodmother was punished by the kingdom for this.
She had already heard the conversation between Gu Nansheng and the underground assassin, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Why should we believe your words? If we help you, will you regret it?"
Gu Nansheng said: "You have no choice. If you refuse, I guarantee that you will never be able to leave the shackles of the Urn of the Dead."
A trace of resentment flashed through the broodmother's green eyes, "Are you threatening me?"
Gu Nansheng did not comment, but said calmly: "You have three hours to think about it. I will wait for your reply. Don't think about any tricks. Since I dare to summon you two first, I am not afraid of your joining forces to deal with me." Gu Nansheng finished speaking.
Then he walked straight to the corner and meditated.
The Broodmother stared at Gu Nansheng with resentment, wishing to swallow him immediately. The Crypt Assassin pulled the Broodmother's front legs and started talking to her using magic sound transmission.
They really had no choice. It would be easy for this human being to prevent them from leaving the Urn of the Dead forever. All he had to do was seal the Urn of the Dead and hide it in a hidden corner.
Although the promises made by the humans in front of them cannot be verified, if they don't agree, the consequences will be miserable. If they agree and are tricked, there will be no big loss except for working in vain.
After understanding this, the Crypt Assassin asked: "What do you want us to help with?"
A cryptic smile appeared on Gu Nansheng's lips. He had long expected that the underground assassin would succumb...
It was late winter, and the originally sparse grassland was deserted. The wind blew off the halberds, and the sand covered the bones. The entire battlefield was filled with a sense of desolation and solemnity.
The Guards and the Natural Disasters have fought more than twenty times, and this large-scale battle is going on simultaneously on seven or eight battlefields.
After all, the army is measured in units of tens of millions, and it is impossible to form a formation on the same battlefield, so each battle is carried out in units of hundreds of thousands on different battlefields.
A month has passed. During this month, millions of soldiers have been buried in foreign lands and desolate places.
The north wind was howling, and Sewen, who had just experienced a battle to defend the city, slowly advanced along the city wall with a wide and long-handled sword on his back. They had just occupied this empty city a week ago, and when they occupied it, there was no one alive in the city.
He looked at the withered bones in the city and sighed in his heart. War is like a greedy giant beast, mercilessly devouring one living life after another. However, in order to continue to live, the people who are lucky enough to survive have to continue to fight the war forever.
Endless….
As long as intelligent life exists, war will never stop. Thinking of this, Sewen felt tired.
He was a wandering swordsman before joining the Guards Corps. He was used to being alone. Even now that he controls the fate of the entire continent by himself, he doesn't like to be accompanied by his subordinates.
Unknowingly, Sewen came to a church.
The Netherworld is a kingdom of humans. The warriors here believe in chivalry, which is the Holy Light. The Holy Light is a philosophy, not a specific god. Therefore, the Paladins who believe in the Holy Light do not actually need a church, but ordinary warriors and common people
But you need to find spiritual sustenance through the church.
Sewen walked in. He was surprised to find a pointed-eared blood elf already praying in the church. She had long fiery red hair, which blended with the red magic robe, and looked like a magnificent red rose.
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The girl knelt on the ground piously, intertwined her fingers in front of her delicate nose, her long eyelashes were trembling slightly, her expression was focused and sacred.
Sewen had to admit that this girl was very pure and beautiful.
"Miss, what are you praying for?"
Only then did the red-haired girl realize there was someone behind her. She turned around and looked over. A blue-skinned warrior wearing spiked armor was standing behind her and looking at her gently. His muscles were as strong as a rock, and he could hold up
The black iron armor almost exploded, and no one would doubt the power of the long-handled giant blade he wielded on his back.
The red-haired girl didn't know Sewen, and she didn't know that he was the commander-in-chief of the tens of millions of soldiers of the Guards.
She hesitated for a moment and said softly: "I am praying for my brother's safety..."
"Um...your brother? He went to the battlefield?"
"He went to the north, and everyone who went with him came back, but he didn't..." The girl's nose became sore when she said this, and her voice suddenly became quieter.
Sewen couldn't help but sigh. In the war era, there were too many such girls. Their brothers, fathers or husbands were away fighting the enemy, and they would probably never return. Even if they were lucky enough to survive, they would return home with glory.
They are often separated from their relatives because their hometowns were baptized by war, and they never find each other again, and never hear from them again.
What awaits them will be helpless and widowed for the rest of their lives.
"May I have your name."
The red-haired girl bit her lip and whispered: "lina..."
"Where's your brother's name?"
Lina hummed softly, but didn't speak anymore. She just looked down at the ground and remained silent. Sewen saw that she didn't want to talk, so she stopped asking.
"Do you believe in the moon god?"
Sewen just asked casually. Blood elves are rarely seen in this continent. As a race abandoned by history, they only believe in magic and the power in their hands. Only the night elves believe in the moon god, and they are historical.
darling.
Lina nodded.
Sewen said sincerely: "It's good to have faith."
Serwin is the offspring of a human paladin and a night elf. He has the blue skin and amber eyes of the elves, but does not have the pointed ears and delicate appearance of the elves.
For this reason, he was ostracized by the elves, and similarly, he was not welcomed by humans.
He has been wandering since he was sensible. He could not find faith. The Holy Light Temple did not accept him, and he also felt out of place in the Luna Forest.
He has joined the army, worked as a mercenary, and worked as a gladiator. No matter where he was, he suffered from discrimination and look-downs from others. He laughed it off. He was used to meditating and training himself in solitude, constantly honing his skills.
body and will.
He is as strong as a rock and as tough as grass. He has never felt humiliated or sad because of his "bastard" status. Even though his parents died one after another when he was very young, he did not despair and still recognized himself.
Go on the road unswervingly.
Later, the wandering swordsman established a belief for himself, which was "justice".
He named his long-handled sword "Justice" and continued to wander with it. His wish was to protect innocent people from evil, protect beautiful things, and protect the peace and tranquility of life.
Thousands of years ago, Sewen joined the Guards Corps. With his strong strength, indomitable spirit and innate sense of justice, he won the appreciation of the Holy Land's senior officials. Now he is the chief general of the Guards Corps.
Lina naturally didn't understand the profound meaning contained in Sewen's words. She lowered her head and was silent for a moment, then turned around and continued to pray.
