Chapter five hundred and thirty seventh: the devil of a thousand stomachs
Azshara, the moon is shining brightly, and the full moon of Elune has never been so bright.
The thunderous war drums sounded, and the night elves from Mount Hyjal were the first to arrive. In front of them were the priests and guards of the Temple of the Moon. The priests were dressed in gorgeous white robes, and the guards were all uniformed in armor and weapons.
Then there are the satyr legions that accept evil energy. They have strange looks and colorful clothes.
The five major dragon clans followed closely behind, forming a crescent shape, surrounded by the night elves. The red dragon clan naturally occupied the center position, and the black dragon clan just stayed at the far left casually.
Strangely, the Burning Legion loomed far behind.
A large army of eredar mages, doom guards, demon guards, hellhounds, etc., led by Archimonde the Defiler, set up camp at a considerable distance from the dragon rearguard.
It seems that the Burning Legion is not here to fight, but rather to watch the battle.
Sartre and the dragon clan worked together to build a tall pyramid-shaped altar. Looking at the magical city of Azshara, Tyrande, holding the demon soul, climbed to the top of the altar surrounded by many priests.
There was still no movement in the city of Azshara, but a faint purple magic shield lit up, shrouding the entire city together with the Well of Eternity, making it eerily quiet.
The three million trolls led by Zandalari Emperor Achilles lined up on the left side of the altar, not far from the Black Dragon Clan. Due to the serious lack of lower-level officers, Achilles and his generals were exhausted.
I was sweating profusely, riding around on a velociraptor to command, and it took me most of the day to get into an attack formation.
Hundreds of Loa gods of various shapes and priests were stationed in the center of the army, all in full formation, just waiting for an order.
In contrast, the 500,000 tauren led by Hu En Gaoling were much more idle. Their positions were on the right side of the altar, with the proud Blue Dragon tribe next to them. They were just standing together in such a large group, in a mess.
The Zandalar trolls were not ready, and the tauren were not ready either.
What's more, the tauren here come from hundreds of different tribes. Hu En Gaoling can only be regarded as the nominal leader, and many rebellious tauren chiefs do not listen to his orders at all.
The dwarves, furbolgs and other legions are also not that good. Such a million-level war is rare in the history of Azeroth. Trolls, tauren, dwarf furbolgs, etc. have no experience.
The leaders of each clan reported the military situation to Tyrande at the top of the altar. Tyrande held the demon soul tightly in his hand, closed his eyes and listened absently.
When he heard Achilles describing how he had worked so hard to get into formation, Tyrande just nodded slightly, seemingly not caring at all.
After Achilles finished his report, he met Huon Gaoling. The two kings felt the terrifying power of the artifact in Tyrande's hand at the same time. Tyrande did not hide anything, she was happy to show her strength to the aliens.
"That's the Demon Soul." Hu En Gaoling said mysteriously: "I heard that 10,000 trolls and 10,000 demons of the Burning Legion were sacrificed, and countless precious materials were used. Archmon the Defiler
Made by Germany’s own hands.”
After a few days of getting along, Achilles had a very thorough understanding of Hu En Gaoling, who was good at boasting, but the terrifying power of the Demon Soul was real, and Achilles also showed the gossip he had heard.
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"The purpose of creating the Demon Soul is to destroy the Well of Eternity. We all know that the source of the power of the upper elves is the Well of Eternity. Without the magic of the Well of Eternity, they are just a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, vulnerable."
Huon Gaoling mooed proudly: "That's right, Tyrande doesn't want to dirty his hands, so we can only do it for him. I heard that there are countless treasures hidden in Azshara. Let's make a deal first.
You trolls can’t take it all for yourself.”
Achilles smiled slightly: "Don't worry, what we trolls want is magic. You tauren can't understand magic anyway. As for the treasure, half of it is enough for us."
Hu En Gao Ling squinted his eyes and glared at Achilles with dissatisfaction.
After all, the Zandalari trolls are the most powerful, so Hu En Gaoling could only reluctantly agree. He rolled his eyes and realized that the tauren are a race good at running, so he added:
"The city of Azshara can be distributed like this, but other night elf cities, such as Suramar, will be taken by whoever captures them first. You trolls can't regret it later."
The power of the Night Elf Empire is not small, and there are many cities similar to Azshara and Suramar.
Achilles didn't care about the treasure and nodded happily, but in his heart he was cursing the Minotaur's stupidity.
The most precious wealth of the Highborne is their magical knowledge. The Zandalari Empire has inherited the essence of this wisdom. The mere tauren will soon become beef on the trolls' tables, cattle in the fields, and cows that produce milk.
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After conquering the city of Azshara, how should we find the magic inheritance and how should we keep the magic knowledge firmly in our own hands and prevent the greedy Loa gods from getting it?
Achilles thought a lot and made full preparations for this.
Hu En Gao Ling rolled his eyes: "I heard that the upper elves are all exquisite in appearance and are very good slaves. We must first discuss how to distribute them, lest there be no rules."
Achilles replied cheerfully: "We trolls only need magicians, and the rest are yours."
Hu En Gaoling's eyes widened and he protested: "Are you deceiving me, an old cow, who is uneducated? Who doesn't know that the upper elves in Azshara are all magicians? Besides, the price of magician slaves is higher."
Achilles hesitated for a moment. He did not want to conflict with the Tauren in this regard: "Okay, we only want the most advanced mages, which account for about one-tenth of the total number, but Queen Azshara must belong to us."
Hu En Gao Ling nodded: "That's pretty much it. We must make a contract to avoid going back on it."
The Troll Emperor Achilles and the Tauren Chief Huon Gaoling quickly swore an oath on the gods they believed in and entered into covenants. Of course, only God knows how binding these covenants are.
Boom, boom, boom!
A gust of war drums sounded, and Achilles and Huon Gaoling quickly returned to their own army formation.
Achilles was with his generals, while Huon Gaoling stood with hundreds of tauren chiefs.
Tyrande slowly stood up, and all the races present fell silent, all focusing on this night elf woman wearing a gorgeous priest uniform.
All eyes are on you, high above the rest.
Tyrande enjoyed this feeling very much and had a sense of elation.
However, she must be cautious at this moment, as her years of planning will finally succeed.
She looked at the large group of priests in the Temple of the Moon, and paused for half a second on Malfurion's face under the altar.
She then looked at Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen, who looked angry, still sad about not getting the Demon Soul, and Neltharion, the nervous Black Dragon King.
Tyrande raised her head and looked at the Burning Legion in the distance, especially Archimonde's tall figure.
Then, Tyrande closed her eyes and opened them after a while, her bright eyes free of any distracting thoughts.
Tyrande raised the Demon Soul in her hand towards the bright moon. The pure moonlight fell from the sky. The power of the moonlight was continuously injected into the Demon Soul. The Demon Soul gradually emitted a dazzling light. In Tyrande's hand, it was like a