Ten thousand years ago, the world of Azeroth was only a huge ancient continent. Since the ancient gods and the four natural elemental lords were taken away by the pantheon of Titans who spread the seeds of civilization all over the world, the world began to change.
It became prosperous.
However, the elves' unrestrained use of the energy of the Well of Eternity attracted the fallen titan Sargeras, who was extremely sensitive to arcane magic, so the Burning Legion launched the first large-scale invasion of Azeroth.
In that earth-shattering war, countless legends emerged that are still circulating today. For example, Tortola, the tortoise demigod who was also a demigod of the wilderness and was embodied from the essence of life.
This huge, almost island-like turtle god was considered harmless by the Burning Legion because of his slow movements. As a result, the Burning Legion suffered huge losses in front of Tortola because of their carelessness and underestimation of the enemy.
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Tortola has a thick turtle shell, and his skin is equally hard. Although his attack speed and movements seem slow, his lethality is amazing. In the end, the dense corpses of the demons of the Burning Legion piled up in front of the God of Turtles.
It turned into a hill, and eventually even Tortola was completely buried.
In that ancient war, too many demigods of the wilderness were killed, such as Cenarius's father, Malorne the White Deer, Agamaggan, the ancestor of the quilboars, Usol, the ancestor of the bear people, and Uso.
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Therefore, the elves who participated in the war thought that Tortola had also died in the battle. After the portal at the Well of Eternity was destroyed by Malfurion and others, and after the war, Tortola recovered from the mountains of corpses.
He crawled out and asked staggeringly: "Is the war... over?"
Tortola has been in a state of slumber since the War of the Ancients, and that battle consumed too much of his energy.
However, now, the unlucky Anatheron and his nearly a hundred necromancers had unconsciously awakened Tortora from his slumber.
This is an unspoiled primeval forest located in the west of Mount Hyjal and northwest of Essenna Woodland. After learning that Archimonde was killed, Aneseron, like Azgallo, immediately
He made up his mind to run away too.
However, the Dread Lord was obviously more cunning than the Abyss Lord. Anatheron did not wait for the coalition forces to counterattack, but retreated early, divided his thousands of undead troops into several groups, and sent them in all directions.
These undead squads will continue to wreak havoc on Mount Hyjal, which may delay the coalition's counterattack and cause some trouble for the coalition.
As for himself, he is leading a group of necromancers, preparing to find a secluded place, open the portal, and summon a group of undead that are still active in the eastern region of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
Anathalon naturally didn't know that Azgalor had been killed in a sneak attack. He just wanted to cause more trouble for the natives of Azeroth before escaping. As for the necromancers who stayed behind, Anathalon
Theron has already made plans to dispatch these subordinates to various parts of the Kalimdor continent and continue to secretly cultivate forces willing to join the Legion.
Unfortunately, he was so unlucky that he chose such a secluded place. As soon as his necromancers gathered together to cast spells to summon a portal, the ground beneath his feet began to shake.
Not far behind them was a huge cave covered by forest vegetation. The trees at the entrance of the cave fell one after another, and a huge creature came out. It was covered with rocks, moss and shrubs. It looked like it was injured.
Like a skin disease.
Anersalon did not participate in the War of the Ancients, but as the Dread Lord, the evil energy on his body was too heavy, and the necromancers who gathered together prepared to open the portal's spell fluctuations, and put him who had been sleeping for ten thousand years
Tortola woke up with a start.
The big turtle was very familiar with the smell of evil energy and demons. He slowly climbed out of the huge cave where he was sleeping, stretched out his huge head, like a small mountain bag, and came close to Aneseron, his eyes wide.
It is several times larger than the size of this Dread Lord.
Although he had seen countless huge creatures in countless worlds, Anasseron still screamed in surprise because he had confirmed the demonic aura on him and the necromancers. Tortola said nothing and slowly
He stretched out his front paws and patted the mages who were still nervously preparing for the prelude of casting spells.
Anatheron cleverly spread his wings and ran away to avoid it, but at least thirty or forty necromancers who couldn't evade were slapped into the dirt by Tortola, leaving only one behind.
Huge pit.
When Prell and his party arrived, they happened to see Tortola shoot to death another group of necromancers who were also frightened and had no time to escape. As a result, there were only less than thirty men around Aneseron.
Hamuul Runetotem's eyes lit up. He had already heard about the legend of Tortola from the night elf druids, but he did not expect that Anersalon would be so unlucky to turn this great
The God of Death was awakened.
The Tauren Archdruid became calmer. With Tortola taking action, he felt that Anasseron could not escape, so he told the story about the ancient war in Tortola.
Once again, Burning held his belly and laughed.
This story made the other audience members burst into laughter. It was obvious that victory in the Battle of Mount Hyjal was in sight this time, and the mood of the leaders and officers who came to pursue them became extremely good.
Prell suddenly said "Eh", because he only now discovered that there was a lich accompanying Anasseron. Unlike Reki Donghan's huge size, this lich was taller than an ordinary tauren.
At this moment, he was leading a group of remaining necromancers to hide far away and release various attack spells towards Tortola.
However, this lich fought and retreated, obviously trying to conserve its strength. Prell immediately said: "We must help this turtle demigod and quickly deal with Anersalon!"
This is not to distrust the strength of the big turtle. In fact, Anasseron is now being chased by Tortola. He has been attacking Tortola, but as soon as the hellfire he summoned was smashed down, he was
Tortola slapped it to pieces, and as soon as his "rotten bug swarm" came out, Tortola blew it away.
Aneseron is more flexible, and several of Tortola's attacks on him were dodged by the Dread Lord, but his attacks also had little effect on Tortola, and Aneseron several times
When he tried to escape, Tortola suddenly accelerated his speed and caught up with him again.
The forest was in a mess, and the attack of the group of necromancers led by the lich was also ignored by Tortola.
This huge turtle has been sleeping for ten thousand years. Its thick shell is covered with rocks, stalactites, shrubs and moss. Its skin cannot see its original color and is covered with a layer of gray-yellow color unique to rock and soil.
, and these have become his best armor.
Old Chen murmured: "This turtle god really looks like God's true son!" Hamuul Rune Totem asked blankly: "What?" Old Chen shook his head: "Nothing!"
Prell patted the Pandaren's arm: "Old Chen, throw me over!" He pointed at the necromancers who kept dodging. Old Chen suddenly understood and lifted Prell's back and swung it violently.
, Prell flew towards the necromancers.
Tortola had already attracted the attention of Aneseron and his remaining men. No one expected that a group of enemies suddenly appeared near them.
Prell was flying in mid-air, already aiming at the helpless lich. Before he landed, he threw a "Hammer of Sanctions", and the lich just fired a "Ice Arrow"
Before it was launched, it was knocked unconscious on the spot.
The "Ice Arrow" exploded in front of the Lich, and two unlucky necromancers flew out screaming. These necromancers were all human beings who followed Kel'Thuzad and learned the necromancy taught by the lich.
Suddenly, they turned their heads in horror and saw Prell, who was covered in holy light.
Another ray of holy light fell on the lich's head. Prell had already rushed over with the burning blade, and stabbed the lich's skull eye socket with a sword. The holy light kept spitting along the long sword,
The lich suddenly screamed.
"Armennar, the Ice King, you won't be a disaster this time!" Prell had already taken advantage of the opportunity to knock down the Lich, stepped on the Lich's skull chest, and then made another "dedication".
Poor Yamenar was killed by Prell in such a confused way. The other necromancers were still in a daze. After all, the visual impact Tortola had on them was too great, and their sanity dropped too fast.
He was a little at a loss at first, but now that he was sneak-attacked by Prell, he couldn't even think of fighting back.
Finally, a necromancer came to his senses and fired a fireball. The flames suddenly dissipated just as they gathered in his skinny hands. Jaina had already come over and used a "counterspell" on him.
Then Jaina waved her staff, and two minotaur-sized water elements were summoned. It could be seen that Jaina's mana was still not fully restored.
Several tauren druids and Varok Saurfang also rushed over and fought with the necromancers. The sudden change made the necromancers even more panicked.
The big explosion that occurred in the World Tree to the east and the anomalies in Anasseron made them realize that something might be wrong.
As a result, the necromancers who were already in a panic were quickly knocked to the ground by Prell and others, and everyone quickly rushed in the direction of Anasseron.
At this time, Hamuul Rune Totem was already standing in front of Tortola, saying something to the turtle demigod. Tortola had stopped attacking Anasseron, but the Dread Lord's
The situation was not much better, because he was entangled by Lao Chen.
Anersalon tried to spread his wings and fly away several times, but was intercepted by a pandaren bamboo staff. The other warriors who followed had also surrounded Anersalon.
As Prell and others joined the battle group, there was no doubt that this unlucky Dread Lord was killed by everyone. He was extremely aggrieved. Although he despised his boss Tichondrius from the bottom of his heart, he
He never expected that he would end up following in the footsteps of his boss and be killed by a group of mortals!