"Bang la la la"

The scorching wind blew through the rolling sand dunes, and under the force of the wind, those fine sandy soil were blown around like a light veil covering the earth, and the traces left by anyone, any living thing here would be completely covered up in just a few hours, and overnight, the entire desert terrain would be completely changed.

Gathering and scattering, the quicksand rolling, the twilight sun shining on this desert, as if covering the world with a new veil of light, this is Silisus, this is the most desolate and desperate place in the world.

It is impossible for any normal person to stay in this desert for long, but in the very center of this desert, there stands a huge fortress made of sand and vines, made of drought-tolerant wood and stones, it is built on top of mountain rocks, and the stones below the fortress are engraved with natural runes, so that this fortress has been kept for thousands of years, and has not been buried by quicksand.

This is the Cenarion Fortress... After the last Quicksand War, the Night Elves built an outpost here to observe the Beetle Wall, with an elite Sentinel unit and some Druids stationed here... Nearly a thousand years have passed.

At the end of the last Battle of the Quicksands, the combined forces of Cadore and the Dragons built the Wall of Beetles and sealed the ferocious Chira Worms in the Fallen Kingdom behind the Wall of Beetles.

However, 1,000 years later, this solution still hasn't been found, and the bugs... But it has begun to recover again.

"Commander Marris!"

A Night Elf sentry quickly rushed into the commandant's office, this sentry was wearing strange armor, it didn't look like steel or leather, it looked like a whole body of armor made from a whole shell, and judging by the scratches on the armor, the armor had been in use for some years.

As a legion stationed in Silissos, the sentinels here have long learned the art of crafting armor from the carapace of the insects, these special armors are very light, and the defense is amazing, and it has strong protection against the venom breath of insects, even better than metal armor.

"What's the matter?"

Commander Marris looked up, the Night Elf male looked a little tired, he was a veteran warrior who had survived the Battle of the Ancients, and a strong warrior who had participated in the Battle of the Quicksands, and after the Battle of the Quicksands, he volunteered to stay here to monitor the movements of the Worms for his compatriots behind him.

Marris, like many old elves who have lived through the battles of the ancients, has a selfless devotion to the whole of Kadore, and only the elves who have truly experienced the brutal extermination wars will see the preciousness of the somewhat boring peace that is now somewhat boring.

But recently, Commander Marlis has been a little irritated and a little distressed, because his beloved wife, who was attacked by the insects during an expedition, disappeared in the quicksand, according to the sentinels' previous understanding, this situation actually means that Marris's beloved wife... Let's go.

"Sir, Ms. Natalia... It's back! ”

"What?"

Hearing that his wife was safe and sound, and had returned to the fortress, after ten thousand years, Commander Marris, who had already been in a state of flux, stood up suddenly, he looked at the sentry in front of him in disbelief, and he asked:

"Is it really her? My wife... Is she still alive? She's hurt, or is she? ”

"No, no, no"

The sentry with the half-covered visor explained:

"Ms. Natalia is safe, she is not hurt, but she brought back some..." ”

"Huh?"

The Night Elf Commander froze for a moment, and he looked at the sentry in front of him:

"What do you mean?"

"Returning with your wife are several druids wearing strange insignia, including His Excellency Deer Helm, the commander of the Battle of Quicksand a thousand years ago, and some of the dead... Active, conscious deceased, who call themselves "Order Ones", are said to be the ones who saved Lady Natalia, but you know, in the canon of the moon gods, it is a sin to blaspheme the dead..."

After the sentry's words had been spoken, Maris knew what had happened, and he hastened to his feet, took his armor from the hanger, and said to the sentry:

"I'll take a look!"

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At this time, the calm at the entrance to the majestic Cenarion Fortress had been shattered.

Natalia, the Luna Priest who was escorted back to the fortress, anxiously explained something to her companions, but the sentries in front of her in armor and weapons in their hands did not seem to listen to the priest's explanation, and under the command of a tall, tall elf in full armor and a full face helmet, a team of huntress riding on armored frostblade leopards had surrounded several Death Knights and Blightcaller Druids in front of them.

"Natalia begged them not to attack us... What a good girl, but it's a pity that I'm actually looking forward to teaching these elves who don't know what to do! ”

Death Knight Kurdila's hand rested on the gun at his waist, translating the conversation of the elves in front of him to the others, behind him, the shotgun in Thassarian's hand was already loaded, and the other death knights directly aimed their weapons at the unkind huntress on the periphery, according to the fire of this squad, once fired... The more than 30 huntress in front of him will be beaten into a flesh sieve in about 3 seconds.

The huntresses, who had not seen shotguns fired, were not afraid of the dead in these activities, and these sturdy huntress carried heavy, sharp moon blades in their hands, and the frostbladed leopards in their crotches grinned and growled.

"I said, I'm a little uncomfortable to be stared at like this by this group of she-wolves..."

The Minotaur Heavy of the Order spewed two white gases out of his nostrils in dissatisfaction, and he was holding a black machine gun in his hand, and the brass-colored bullets had been smashed into the magazine, which was much more powerful than the "pepper grinder" used by the Seventh Legion...

Natalia. Marris glanced back, seeing that the minotaur had raised the black machine gun, a trace of panic flashed in the eyes of the Luna priest, who had been recuperating in the Order's base for nearly 8 days, and she had seen the scene of this terrifying steel wand firing more than once, even the most powerful bug, under the fire of this dangerous weapon, could not survive for 10 seconds.

"Enough! Your compatriots are under threat because of your stubbornness! ”

The Luna Priest stretched out her hands between the unkind-faced Order and her own countrymen, and she shouted to the tall elves of the commander's sentinels:

"Barris. Thors! Get out of the way! Don't provoke them! ”

"I'm not provoking anyone..."

Quicksand Watcher... That is, the commander of the sentinels, the Night Elf Barris in quaint armor. Thors was armed with a war bow, and the eyes of this powerful ranger, who had killed several Zerg Lords with his own hands in the Battle of Quicksand a thousand years ago, stared at the death knights, and he said in a deep voice:

"Necromancy... This is something that cannot be accepted by the moon gods, blasphemers, cannot enter the fortress! ”

"Shh

Thassarian held the shotgun in his hand, and he dismissively said in the incoherent Salas:

"Who is rare!"

"That's it!"

Seeing that the situation was about to be intensified again, standing aside, the deer helmet, who had not spoken, unbuttoned his hood, he stepped forward, looked at the ranger in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

"Barris, get out of the way!"

"Lord Deerhelm!"

The Warden of the Quicksand bowed to the Deer Helm, under whom he had fought 1,000 years ago, and he had great respect for the fiery Great Druid, saying:

"Your return has made the Cenarion Fortress shine, of course you and your followers can enter the fortress, but these dead, no!"

"I said, get out of the way!"

Deerhelm also had some headaches for the stubbornness of his compatriots, but he had been in contact with the Order, and he knew that these Death Knights were different from the Darkblade Legion, and they were also true neutrals, which was consistent with the intentions of the Blightless, and in the current situation, in the face of the threat of the insects, Deerhelm knew that he needed to unite all the forces that could unite.

And these skilled Orderers also belong to the forces that can be united.

He could not allow rigid and stubborn compatriots to undermine the union.

"Get out of the way!"

At the same moment as the deer helmet stepped forward, at the entrance to the rear of the fortress, Commander Maris also appeared here, he saw his anxious wife at a glance, he took a few steps forward, shouted at the sentinels to get out of the way, and then hugged his wife tightly, the two have been dependent on each other for thousands of years, and have long exceeded the emotions of ordinary people.

"Let them in!"

Marlis glanced at the necromancers, he was a little unaccustomed to the cold aura emanating from the dead, but as a commander, the news he had recently gathered was very disturbing, and he had the same thoughts in his heart as the deer helm... Since these necromancers were able to send his wife back, it meant that they had come with good intentions.

And rejecting the kindness of others, this is not the hospitality of Kadore.

The supreme commander of the fortress gave the order, and the mighty ranger was unwilling to let the sentinels get out of the way, and a smile appeared on the face of the deer helmet, but just as he was about to say something, a strange whistling sound sounded in the sky above the fortress of Cenarion, hearing this sound, the quicksand watcher immediately grabbed his war bow, raised his head, and in a flash, the three feathered arrows in his hands flew into the sky with a whistling sound.

There, a huge wingworm lord was rushing down from the clouds in the sky with a dense packet of wingworms, and it seemed that the bugs had spotted the presence of the governor of the fortress, and they planned to kill Maris here once and for all, so as to capture the fortress.

Don't be surprised, this kind of raid is a repertoire that Cenarion Fortress puts on almost every day... No one is surprised by this anymore.

"Shoot!"

The other sentinels took off their bows and arrows at the moment when the three-headed winged insect pierced by Barris's feathered arrows whirled into the sand beneath the fortress, these female Night Elves were no worse than the men in battle, and in fact, the fierceness with which they shot was also tingling.

Night Elves, this is a terrific race... You pull a random elf out of the Hyjal Mountains, and his archery skills are comparable to the best human archers, archery, which is almost an instinct engraved in the bones of the Night Elves.

The huntress riding on the frostblade leopard also grabbed the moon blade in their hands, this strange weapon can not only melee combat, but also shoot from a distance, between the huntresses' juggling throws, the moon blade whistling in the air will not be weaker than the sharp arrows of the sentinels, but just when the first huntress wanted to rush out, he was stopped by the deer helmet.

The Grand Druid gave the Death Knights a glance, and then said to his compatriots behind him:

"I know that our civilization has a strong distrust of the Necromancy, so let our new friends use the corpses of our common enemies as a "gift" to earn trust. ”

Thassarian snorted, but he understood what the Great Druid meant, and with two shotguns in his hands, he shouted to the Minotaur machine gunner beside him, and the next moment, a thunderous storm of bullets shot out at the entrance of the Millennium Fortress, in the rough and cheerful roar of the Minotaur, in the smashing of the metal shells.

Moreover, under the curious and shocked gazes of the sentinels and commanders, these "new friends", with their unimaginable efficiency and weapons they had never seen before, launched a massacre against these suddenly arriving wingworms.

In the face of the Order's team's superior firepower, these swaggering, falling winged insects from the sky were almost directly stunned, and the charred insect corpses fell from the sky like rain, no matter how they changed direction, the bullet storm would always lock on them.

In the inferior intelligence of the worms, they can't figure out why the bows and arrows in the hands of these weird guys don't need to be wound... In previous raids, the insects took advantage of the sentries to draw their bows and rushed into the enemy line and killed them.

And a small number of bugs rushing down in the bullet accumulation will also be sniped with bows and arrows by the vigilant elves on the side, although the two are cooperating for the first time, but the efficiency of the battle is really not low.

"Lord Deerhelm, this... This steel wand..."

"Marlis, I know you have a lot of questions, but listen to me, that's what I'm here for... My old friend, times have changed, and this time the bugs don't just have to face us... We also have to face this era of change. ”

"I can't promise you that we will win, but I can say that our chances of victory are greater than they were 1,000 years ago..."

The deerhelm looked at the black gun in the hand of the tall minotaur that was changing bullets, and the great druid's eyes flashed with a gleam, and he said:

"That weapon and the new power behind it... Maybe it's what we expected 1,000 years ago, and it's the most effective for its worm pullers... Resolution. ”

"Oh, you may not know it, the Chira Worm of Tanaris has been defeated today!"