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Chapter 753: Banner of the High Elves III

The army of the Burning Legion slowly approached. At the front was the Hellfire Legion, which was as boundless as the ocean, and then came the legion's main force, the neatly arranged Doom Guards and Terror Guards.

Archimonde led the team in person, surrounded by countless eredar mages. The coveted world tree Nordrassil was right in front of him. This eredar as tall as a mountain was so prominent among the army of the legion.

conspicuous.

Behind the Burning Legion's army was a green army of orcs. King Saurfang was riding a wolf, with a ferocious look on his face and a mocking look on his face, as if he was laughing at the night elves' stupidity.

Thrall rode a huge frost wolf at the front, ensuring that he was far away from Saurfang, which meant that he was the leader of the orcs. This aroused strong dissatisfaction from Saurfang.

Countless fel screamers spewed fel flames, burning the magic shield protecting the fortress.

During the battle against the Scourge, the Fel Screamer was unable to be used due to the existence of the Scourge Gargoyles.

Although the night elves have excellent archery skills, their backward enchanting technology results in limited power of arrows, making it difficult to destroy the defense of the Fel Screamer.

Coupled with the insufficient number of night elves' hippogryphs, the Fel Screamers successfully gained control of the air.

Fandral and Staghelm led the Dark Night generals to the top of the fortress, looking at the allied forces of the Burning Legion and the Orcs that could not be seen in the distance, with sad expressions on their faces.

Mount Hyjal once had layers of defenses, countless primeval forests, and countless ancient war trees. Even if the Burning Legion's army increased tenfold, it would still be difficult to conquer.

But because they foolishly formed an alliance with the orcs and abandoned their ally the Lord of Fire, the Burning Legion destroyed Mount Hyjal without much effort. The ancient trees that were thousands of years old turned into dust, leaving only Nordrassil, the world tree.

The Fel Screamer roared across the sky, and under the continuous attacks, cracks soon appeared in the shield.

"Ten minutes." Staghelm looked at the night elves generals and said sadly: "The magic shield is broken. In less than ten minutes, there will be no living person in the fortress. Without the ancient tree of war, we cannot stop the Burning Legion.

"

Staghelm did not expect the legion to arrive so quickly. It was already too late to wait for Maiev to return. Once the fortress was conquered and the portal was opened, it would only be a matter of time before the World Tree Nordrassil fell.

In despair, Staghelm could only take out the flag that Valstann gave him from his arms.

It was a very ordinary flag with strange patterns painted on it. Staghelm did not recognize the origin of the flag. He did not believe that a flag could play any role, but there was really no other way.

When this flag was hung on the top of the fortress, Archimonde's tall body suddenly stopped, and then, the Burning Legion's army stopped advancing.

The dark-clouded Fel Screamers received the order and quickly retreated as if they had encountered a plague. Countless hellfires fell to the ground one after another, turning into pieces of charred rocks.

Lu Helmet looked confident, but in fact he was confused and uneasy. What was going on with this flag? All the generals in the dark night were dumbfounded, and their eyes were full of admiration when they looked at Lu Helmet.

Only a handful of Burning Legion soldiers present had participated in the War of the Ancients, including Archimonde's adjutant Mannoroth, who widened his eyes and exclaimed:

"The flag of the upper elf, this is the royal flag of Queen Azshara."

Archimonde remained silent. On the night of the destruction of Mount Hyjal, countless night elves turned into white light and disappeared. The eredar mages of the Legion were helpless. Archimonde suspected that Queen Azshara had intervened.

Thinking of this most outstanding student, he felt extremely emotional.

"In any case, the night elves are Azshara's people after all. Thinking of this ancient teacher-student relationship, the Legion temporarily stopped attacking. Alas, if Azshara can stay in the Legion, the Legion will be in a different situation now.

."

Archimonde had a look of regret on his face. He had to admit that the night elves were a better race than the eredar. It was just that they were deceived by the moon god Elune and locked the magic of the night elves.

Mannoroth was a little confused. He understood the power of Queen Azshara, but if he made concessions at this moment, the price he would pay would be too high. In the world of magic, battle opportunities are fleeting, and if you delay for a moment, anything can happen.

Thinking of this, Mannoroth advised in a low voice: "Lord Archimonde, it's just a flag. Queen Azshara may not really show up. If you don't make up your mind at this moment, I'm afraid there will be endless disasters. I heard that the night elves' secret mage

The regiment is not on Mount Hyjal. If they come here, they will have to waste a lot of energy to win."

Archimonde said confidently: "It doesn't matter, the legion can withstand this risk, and my other student will be here soon."

"Another student, Guardian Medivh?" Mannoroth exclaimed.

Archimonde nodded: "This is a back-up plan that has been planned for a long time. Medivh will promote the second alliance between the night elves and the orcs. With Queen Azshara hiding behind the scenes, we may lose our troops if we capture these fortresses."

, it is better to use the orcs to divide them again, and with another great victory on Mount Hyjal, Nordrassil will be ours."

Mannoroth shook his huge head fiercely: "This is absolutely impossible. The night elves have suffered such a big loss and countless people have been eaten by orcs. How could they be fooled again? They are not stupid pigs."

Archimonde laughed and said proudly:

"Manoroth, you are too young. History teaches losers that the only lesson is that losers never learn from history. Back then, Lordaeron was eaten by orcs and a whole generation of young adults were eaten. The loss was as tragic as it is today.

Mount Hyjal, have they ever learned a lesson? As long as the night elves still believe in the moon god Elune, they will definitely be fooled again."

The Lord of the Abyss, Mannoroth, had lived for tens of thousands of years. He had never seen anything, so he was naturally unconvinced. He just didn't dare to show it, and kept his eyebrows low and remained silent.

Archimonde waved his hand and ordered: "When Cenarius completes the evil transformation, you take him to challenge the fortress and force the night elves to surrender. Medivh needs to gain the trust of the night elves."

The army of the Burning Legion retreated some distance and set up camp.

Not long after, the Watchers led by Maiev returned, bringing back a large amount of Lake Hyjal. Just as Staghelm expected, just a few drops of the magic-rich lake water could bring the withered ancient tree of war back to life, and

Become stronger.

This gave the night elves hope, and they tried their best to collect the remains of the ancient war trees, and finally pieced together about 3,000 ancient war tree legions. Although defeating the Burning Legion was still a luxury, there was finally hope of defending the fortress.

Things were developing in a good direction. Malfurion and Tyrande felt shameless, and Fandral Staghelm stepped in to take charge of military affairs.

As an enlightened leader, Staghelm does not reject magic. He uses the magical knowledge he has studied for many years to arm the night elves, especially the lake water of Mount Hyjal, which has been used in many aspects.

The lake water rich in magic can heal the night elves' injuries, increase the defense of armor and the lethality of weapons, create various advanced magic equipment, and even enhance the physique of night elves.

All the generals in the dark night felt very ashamed. They were facing a mountain of treasure but didn't know how to use it.

A few days later, Staghelm received news that Cenarius, the vanguard general of the Burning Legion, challenged him in front of the fortress.


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