Shandis Yuyue stretched out her right hand and held a stack of teleportation scrolls in her hand.
Tyrande turned pale, lost her former self-confidence, and screamed: "Are you crazy?"
General Yuyue was a very good pickpocket. He smiled and destroyed the teleportation scrolls one by one in front of Tyrande.
Tyrande knelt on the ground, looking at the broken scrolls on the ground, falling into despair. The teleportation scroll was the source of her confidence, not the moon god Elune.
"When we are defeated, pray to your moon god Elune to see if she will save you." Shandis Yuyue said and turned around and left.
Shandris Yuyue knew that tomorrow's battle would be the night elves' last elegy.
General Feather Moon's secret mage team joined the battlefield, adding some confidence to the defeated night elves.
The night elves' secret team of mages is different from traditional mages. They always hide themselves. Dense virgin forests, mist-covered canyons, and dark caves may all be their hiding places.
In the 10,000-year history, the secret mage force has gone to war many times, but has never really shown its face. It always delivers devastating blows to its opponents at the most critical moments, and then quickly disappears without a trace.
The Watcher troops led by Maiev have also returned, bringing the lakes of Mount Hyjal. Now the night elves are on the verge of extinction. They have nothing to do but win and can only pick up these magical lakes again.
Arrows soaked in lake water can penetrate the armor of Burning Legion soldiers. Armor smeared with lake water can resist the burning of hellfire. Even the most loyal believers of the Moon God can only shut up at this moment.
Fandral Staghelm is back, working tirelessly to teach everyone the Fire Druid spells. You only have one night to learn as much as you can.
Whenever the night elves rely on the moon god Elune, they are met with defeat, sacrifice and scars.
Only by relying on yourself can you have hope of winning. Unfortunately, you realize it too late and there is seriously not enough time.
The traditional druids, led by Cenarius and Malfurion, refused to accept Staghelm's teachings, even though they knew that the traditional druids' spells were of little use in fighting the Burning Legion.
Malfurion scattered the druids and acted as scouts. This was probably his only role.
There are still more than a dozen fortresses in the rear, but now it is meaningless to divide the troops and garrison them. All the troops are converging on the nineteenth fortress for a final battle of dignity.
The remaining ancient trees of war were armed and watered the lake of Mount Hyjal, and the night elves made final preparations.
Tyrande climbed to the top of the city and looked at the dark crowd of tribesmen below.
In the war meeting just now, she loudly suggested retreat, but even she knew that the night elves had no way out.
The neatly arranged soldiers looked calmly to the east, waiting for the moment when the sun would rise. Everyone's faces were solemn.
Tyrande opened her mouth. She wanted to say something at this moment, but other than singing praises to the moon god Elune, she didn't know how to comfort these soldiers. In the end, she shook her head and walked down the city wall.
Fandral Staghelm climbed to the top of the city. He was the commander of the final battle, just like Cenarius and Malfurion after their failure in the Battle of Quicksand, but at this moment he was equally desperate.
The sun rose on time, and when the sun shone all over the earth, the thundering drums sounded, and the Burning Legion launched an attack.
The same tactics as yesterday, first the green evil clouds floated towards the dark night fortress, and then the eredar mages began to cast spells, using hellfire as the first wave of attack.
Fandral Staghelm calmly directed the battle. He scattered the ancient trees of war throughout the fortress. Whenever a hellfire fell, an ancient war tree would wrap around it, and then the surrounding night elf archers would help eliminate the hellfire.
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Abyss Lord Azgalo stood at a high place and carefully watched the battle in the fortress. He found that this time was different from the previous day. The thousands of hellfires that fell into the fortress were quickly suppressed, and the fortress did not burn as fiercely as yesterday.
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You know, if the Hellfire of the Burning Legion is not destroyed, it can be recycled. If it is really destroyed, it will be a huge loss.
"Stupid night elves, yesterday's massacre finally made them understand how to use magic, but it is meaningless. Doom has come."
Azgalo shook his body as big as a hill and charged towards the fortress wall.
This fortress is not as strong as the first fortress that serves as the gateway. Azgalo is confident that his impact is enough to break through the city wall. If the Legion's army rushes in, it will be the end of the dark night.
"Feel the wrath of the power of fire!"
Fandral Staghelm took action, and dozens of flaming vines tightly restrained Azgalor who was mid-charge.
"Damn Fire Druid." Azgalo stared at Staghelm not far away and cast a doomsday curse.
Doomsday Curse is Azgaro's favorite skill. The dark shadow parasitizes in the opponent's body, absorbs the soul of the host to grow, and gives birth to a Doomsday Guard from it.
Staghelm waved his hand, and the flames burned through his body, driving away the shadow parasites. Azgaro suddenly frowned, and saw Staghelm wave his hand again, and countless arrows fell on Azgalo's body.
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The abyss lord Azgarro has rough skin and thick flesh, and is protected by thick armor and scales. It is difficult for ordinary arrows to hurt him, but the arrows shot by the night elves have the water of Mount Hyjal on the arrows. This kind of magic makes him
Azgalo felt very uncomfortable, and the evil energy in his body was gradually depleting.
A large number of legionnaires rushed over to protect their commanders, and at the same time launched a fierce attack on the Dark Night Fortress. The two-shot battle immediately became fierce.
This is a relatively normal offensive and defensive battle, with offense and defense, rather than a one-sided massacre.
On the hillside in the distance, Archimonde and Mannoroth watched the siege battle from a distance.
Archimonde was not surprised and said with a smile: "Manoros, your subordinates have encountered difficulties."
At this moment, Mannoroth was on his hind legs, standing upright, with his belly exposed. For an abyss lord, this posture was very uncomfortable, symbolizing that Mannoroth was extremely angry.
"Stupid Azgalor, has his brain been burned out by the water in Mount Hyjal? Lord Archimonde, let me go to fight and replace this idiot with a brain full of muscles."
Archimonde shook his head and looked at the high mountains and countless primeval forests around the fortress: "I got the news that the night elves' secret mage force has returned to the battle. I don't want my adjutant to escape even once."
Mannoroth did not forget the shame of being killed by "Illidan" and escaping with his teeth broken. He scratched his head and felt extremely embarrassed.
"We must draw them out and let the Fel Screamers fight. The night elves' air force is too weak."
As the ear-piercing screams came to mind, the evil screamers like dark clouds rushed towards the dark night fortress.
These screamers carry fire thunder and will drop bombs as soon as they enter the sky above the fortress, completely igniting the dark night fortress and turning it into a sea of evil energy.
Staghelm has nothing to do about this and can only hope for General Feathermoon's secret mage army.
With a crackling sound, countless thunderballs flew into the sky, and soon connected into a sea of thunder, protecting the dark night fortress. As long as the evil screamer hits the thunder net, it will scream.
Crying and falling.
"Have you seen the location of the mage group?" Archimonde asked.
Mannolos's eyes widened, and he pointed to a certain location in the forest and said, "I saw it. It's in that forest. Sir, I will immediately take people to find these cowards."
Archimonde waved his hand and said: "No need, the orcs have already been prepared."