"Click"

Varian, dressed in military uniform, fastened a black eagle helmet to his face, and beside him, Field Marshal Halver. Wimbane was trying to persuade his king not to take risks.

"Your Majesty, you really shouldn't follow that group of orcs to adventure, listen to me, you stayed in the Felwood Forest to command the war, this has already helped them a lot, the orcs can't ask for too much!"

"What? Halver, in your eyes, I'm just like Liam and Garin, so timid that I don't even dare to go to the battlefield? It's really alive and going back! ”

Varian was not too worried, he looked back at his field marshal, and said with a smile:

"Don't be afraid, it's just a demon lord, besides, we just signed an agreement with the orcs, they are old, they are young, they dare to go to the battlefield to fight demons in such a bad situation, don't we humans dare? Don't let the orcs underestimate us. ”

"I do think that Liam and His Majesty Garin have made the right choice, and that the king should stay in the rear and listen to the news of the victory of our generals."

An old voice came into the tent, and Marshal Wendsol, who was in a wheelchair, said:

"Varian, don't be so stubborn, your reform has just begun, once you have an accident, those nobles will die of happiness, you should think more about your country, think more about Anduin."

The exhortation silenced Varian for a moment, but after a few seconds, the Gladiator King shrugged his shoulders and picked up his alien sword from the table, and the moment the Slayer touched Varian's finger, a flash of blue lightning flashed on the blade.

"Old man, I just don't want Anduin to think that his father is a coward who doesn't even dare to go to the battlefield..."

Varian stubbornly said:

"Even the demons don't dare to face it, how can I face the more terrible Blade in the future? Don't persuade me, Wendthall, I'm not going alone..."

As she spoke, Valeera, dressed in red leather armor, also appeared beside Varian, and the High Elf girl glanced at the old marshal, and she whispered:

"Don't worry, Mr. Wendsol, I'll protect Varian."

"That's what I'm trying to say."

The old marshal sighed a little helplessly:

"It's not enough to have a mad king, you need to add another Assassin queen... The combination of the two of you will probably go down in history. ”

"I'm not a queen..."

Valilla grinned and disappeared into the air, she didn't say the second half of the sentence, she was just Varian's wife, the second wife, and in the hearts of this king and this country, there will always be only one true queen.

"Alright, fight this battle! Halver, Windsol. ”

Varian walked out of the tent with his sword on his back, and at the moment of leaving, he turned back to the two marshals and said:

"Wait for the news of my victory to come back!"

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While the central battlefield of Ashenvale and Felwood Forest was in full swing, the First and Third fleets of Kurtiras were busy sending orcs, minotaurs, and well-armed marines to the land of Ashenvale and the Black Coast on the distant shores of the Black Coast.

This mixed formation will enter the battlefield from the northwest of the Ashen Valley, and open a second battlefield behind the main battlefield to wipe out the demon legions that are currently wreaking havoc in the Ashen Valley.

However, before the mixed formation encountered demons, it encountered other enemies.

"Naga! Disgusting soft-skinned snake! ”

Rear Admiral Tanred, who commanded the two fleets, could clearly see the dense Naga soldiers on the shore from the telescope blessed with Eagle Eye and Night Vision, and it seemed that the Naga had carried out a successful landing operation before the fleet arrived, and in Tanred's field of vision, he could also see a burning Night Elf town in the distance.

It seems that the Nagas have conquered the coastal towns of the Night Elves.

"General! There were no Naga under the sea, either the Naga who came ashore were the entire army of the Modskin Snakes this time, or their landing point was further away. ”

During this period, the first officer, Colonel Taylor, instructed Thanreid:

"Our lookout sailors have seen those Naga wrapped in a lot of Night Elf refugees heading towards Ashenvale, General, do you want to save them?"

"That's an elf..."

Tannridmore rubbed his chin as he looked at Taylor:

"That's not our people, we don't have the obligation to save them, but... Then again, that's a compatriot of Santis Chick, and she's now our ally, and maybe she'll be our voice in the Night Elf society in the future, so... Maybe we should save the elves, what do you say? Taylor? ”

Colonel Taylor, who had followed Tanred's father, General Dalin, and he and Tanred were also the same age, at this time, when there were only two people, Taylor had a peculiar expression peculiar to young people, and he looked sneakily left and right, and then said to Tanred:

"I said, General, did you have a crush on that Hazuki General? Do you want to pursue her? That's an iceberg beauty... I've heard you like it. ”

"Uh... There's a little bit of excitement. ”

Tamred shrugged:

"But I'm not going to pursue her, Santis chick is old enough to be my great-great-grandmother, hell, haven't you seen the aggrieved look of Kael'thas in front of Santis chick, such a sun king, and bow down to that chick... Tsk, I can't afford it. ”

After saying that, the two guys let out a lewd laugh at the same time, but after laughing, Tamrid's expression became serious:

"Alright, that's the end of the meat joke, Taylor, give orders to the fleet..."

The young General Kurtilas stood up, he looked at the coast in the distance:

"Order all Marines to prepare for the landing, 45 minutes of battle, let's send this disgusting group of soft-skinned snakes to their graves once and for all! As for those elf chicks, let them stay here and wait for the Kadore military to receive them! ”

"Now... The battle begins! ”

Five minutes later, all the guns of the 74 warships of the two fleets of Kurtiras were aimed at the Black Coast in front, and after the order of Thanreid, nearly a thousand shells whistled out and covered the Naga army crawling on the beach in the night, and for a while, this corner of the Black Coast was full of flames.

And the young general is not clear ... It's not that the Nagas are without backup, it's just that their backup, under the depths of the sea, is surrounded by another fleet.

In the abyss of the lightless sea, the remnants of countless Naga were suspended between the icy waters in a withered manner, the powerful and huge sea beasts were torn to pieces by cannonballs mixed with death energy, their blood and bones were scattered on the dim seabed, almost everywhere, the green blood of the Nagas almost completely polluted this deep sea, and in the green flesh and blood hell, a silent fleet was slowly advancing under the sea, as if to completely enter the abyss under the sea.

And at the head of the list is the Sea Kingship, which has grown into a giant beast of the legendary sea...

Dai Lin, who was wearing a black captain's uniform, sat calmly in his command chair, his expression was indifferent, as if it was not he who had just slaughtered a complete Naga legion under the deep sea.

"Azhara is not giving up..."

His icy voice sounded in the hearts of every warship of the Dead Sea Fleet, every necromantic sailor, silently and stealthily advancing:

"That shitty bitch. How dare my son threaten me with my daughter..."

"She's scared..."

"She's scared of me, she's scared of the Dark Blade..."

"Good... Then let her continue to be afraid. ”

"Dead Sea Fleet, listen to me... Goal: Vaskil, forward! ”

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"This..."

The High Priestess of the Moon, who had returned to Mount Hyjal as fast as she could, stood in the hall of the Moon Temple, her fists clenched, and in front of her, the ground that had once been filled with the glory of the Moon God was already covered with corpses...

The sincere Luna priests lost their lives in this sacred place in a sad gesture, and their blood made the hall look like an eerie dead realm.

Tyrande crouched down and closed the eyes of the young Luna priest at her feet, her fingers were stained with cold blood, the bright red made her eyes darken, she looked at the priest, she had a fatal wound on her back, it was a sneak attack... Apparently, the sneak attacker was well versed in this assassination technique, and she killed the priests who were supposed to heal her almost without a word.

"Miara..."

Tyrande muttered to herself the name, the hero who had followed her in overthrowing Azhara's rule, why she had suddenly become so tyrannical... Is it really because he witnessed the union of Naga and the orcs? No!

"No!"

Tyrande raised his head and looked at the statue of the moon god at the end of the hall, why, why did the great and merciful moon god not protect these compatriots when they were killed?

Don't... Could it be that the Night Elves have lost the favor of the Moon God?

But, why?

"High Priest, we found Miyala. The day is singing. ”

An armored sentry whispered from behind Tyrande:

"In the den where Orgrim was being held, she died..."

"Where's Orgrim?"

Tyrande's fingers were a little cold, she had realized the hidden power behind this disaster, she desperately needed good news, she looked back at the sentry, who swallowed his saliva, and said with some difficulty:

"Orgrim is missing..."

"Find!"

An icy command came out of Tyrande's mouth:

"Even if you turn over the whole of Mount Hyjal, you have to find him... Gather all the troops and follow me to the front! Mavi, Mavi? ”

The High Priest looked back for the Lady Watchman who was with her, but did not see her, she looked at the guards beside her:

"Where's Lady Mavi?"

The guard immediately replied:

"Ms. Mavi went to the north, where she said there were traces of demonic activity, Illidan... Illidan also went there. ”

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"Aha! I knew that the Night Elves weren't so easy to defeat! ”

In the southern part of the Whispering Canyon leading from the Valley of Winterspring to Mount Hyjal, the Demon King Bainholler looked at the distant sky and said to the Ereda Warlock beside him:

"Look at them, these cunning elves have quietly pulled up a huge reinforcement army, humans, orcs, minotaurs, boar people, trolls, almost all the races on this continent have begun to unite to help the night elves, and I don't know how charming Lady Tyrande is... Hehe, maybe she made some weird promises. ”

Standing on a snow-covered hill, the cunning Dreadlord looked at the demon legions that were not far away toward Mount Hyjal, and a wave of joy rose in its heart.

Frankly, an old member like Bainholler, who has served the Legion for countless years, is not afraid of the power of the natives of Azeroth uniting together, it has seen such a union in countless worlds, but it is useless, in the face of the Legion's endless power, they will all be easily crushed in the end, and that is their only end.

But Azeroth, it's different.

Bain Holler couldn't help but think of the scene that day on the battlefield of the Forest Tree Dwelling, when Tyrion and the Blood Lady appeared, at that moment, the cunning Dreadlord really thought that he was dead, and the demon who had not really faced the Great Lord of the Dark Blade could not feel that strange feeling, and looking directly at him was like staring directly at the gloomy death.

He didn't even need to lift his finger to take Bainholler's life, and the most terrifying thing was that if he died in his hands, the soul would not even have the possibility of returning to the twisted emptiness.

Demons are not afraid of mere death, but this spirit is destroyed... It's enough to make any demon feel their scalp tingle.

"Looks like I'm going to find a way to get out of this damn place, Tyrion's power has escaped here, and it's not safe anymore."

Bainholler was directing the demon army into Mount Hyjal while calculating his "career", and when he heard that Casanatyr's work in the Broken Isles was going well, it might be time to turn to an old friend.

However, just as Bainholler made up his mind, a strange male Night Elf suddenly appeared on the snow not far from it, and the moment the man appeared, the Dreadlord noticed him.

On this cold day, the temperature in this damn Winterspring Valley is at least minus 20 degrees, which is the cold that even demons hate, but the man is shirtless, his hands are wrapped in gray strips of cloth, he is wearing a pair of military pants with fur embellishments, and a pair of black deerskin boots, he looks like an ordinary night elf.

But the most striking thing was the arrogant green magic stripe on the man's chest, and the dark red stripe of cloth covering his eyes.

When Bainholler saw him, the man also saw Bainholler.

A hearty smile hung on the corner of the man's mouth, as if he smelled the smell of "food":

"Ahh A lonely Dreadlord and a high-level demon lord, it's so good..."

"It's been 10,000 years, and I'really... I'm so hungry..."

"This unknown Mr. Dreadlord, has anyone ever told you that you smell... It's delicious..."<

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