The air of the sacred mountain of Hyjal seems to be filled with the smoke of war, and the news of the death of the natural demigod Cenarius is blocked to death, but the complete occupation of the battlefield of the forest of Feiwood by the demons is a defeat that cannot be concealed, fortunately, the large expansion of the demons gives the elves time to retreat, and the bears of the woodthroat fortress are also persuaded by the druids to participate in the battle here, so the road to the mountain of Hyjal is still in the hands of the elves.

But it will not always be in the hands of the elves, anyone with strategic thinking knows that once the demons are integrated, a huge army will immediately begin to march towards Mount Hyjal, and the most important thing is that without the loss of the Felwood Forest, the communication between Mount Hyjal and the Grey Valley has been completely cut off, although the Holy Mountain is easy to defend and difficult to attack, but without the support of the Sentinel Corps active in the Grey Valley, the future battle situation of the Sacred Mountain will inevitably be quite difficult.

And now, in addition to the more active demons, there is another headache.

"Poof"

In the square below Nodashir, the World Tree on Mount Hyjal, a badly wounded Hippogriff fell to the platform with an equally badly injured knight in a meteor-like posture, feathers, bloodstains, and screams that confused the entire square, but before long, a Luna priest rushed to the ground and sent the wounded man into the Moon Temple, not far from the World Tree, along with the captives who had been brought back.

"Miara. General Higaku! Wake up! ”

Several Luna priests washed the body of the badly wounded defense general and changed her into a robe, but the left arm of the defense general of Mount Hyjal was gone, the wound was frozen and seemed to be directly annihilated by some powerful force, and even the exquisite healing skills of the Luna priests could not make the wound heal.

That power was still affecting her.

"Nope! No... No! ”

As if shrouded in a nightmarish scene, the moment the pale general opened his eyes, as if on the battlefield, he reached out and pinched the priest's neck in front of him, roaring like a beast, but she was too weak and was quickly suppressed by the other priests, but this commotion also made the quiet moon temple noisy.

This incident quickly alarmed the supreme commander of the current defense system of Mount Hyjal, and in the roar of the frostbladed leopard, the high priest of the moon god Tyrande, who was carrying a war bow. Lady Yufeng, escorted by the guards, walked quickly into the hall of the Moon Temple.

The leader of the Night Elf's faith has a perfect figure, even under the white dress, it can't hide her outstanding temperament, looking at her from afar, it is like you can feel the power of the moon god on the earth, the moment you see her, you can feel that she should be sitting in this position, that kind of quiet temperament can hardly make people disgusted with her.

Her face was painted with the purple pattern of the moon god, but it did not destroy the perfection of this face, but added a mysterious perception to her beauty, and on Tyrande's forehead, there was a silver moon-shaped gem that existed as an ornament, and from a distance, it looked like a crown, and she had long green hair, which was draped over her shoulders, and tied into a ponytail at the back of her head.

Tyrande, like the other Night Elves, has a pair of long eyebrows that flutter like wings on either side of her cheeks, and it doesn't look weird, or rather, the face itself is the best expression of beauty, no matter how she dresses it, it will look very appropriate.

Her dress was peculiar, studded with green and silver gemstones, but the shape resembled that of a battle armor proved that Tyrande was not a prayer-only priest, and that the High Priestess of the Moon could burst out with terrifying desolation when she was needed to fight.

This was evident when the Empire of Humanity retreated from Whispering Harbor, when Tyrande summoned stars from the sky to fall into the Lightless Sea, nearly destroying the immature Dead Sea Fleet under the command of Dai Lin...

The perfect lady in front of her is definitely one of the most powerful beings in the world of Azeroth, she has the ability to protect herself and her people, don't question this, let alone challenge this... More evil creatures have died at the hands of this beautiful woman than 99 percent of mortals have ever seen.

Of course, she was also a woman, and occasionally had a little temper tantrum, such as one day 10,000 years ago, when Tyrande was bathing when she was disturbed by a velociraptor that broke into the camp, and in shame, the high priest cursed the poor velociraptor in a strange fossil posture to be imprisoned in an immortal predicament, until 3 years ago, when it was excavated by dwarven explorers under the beach near the ruins of Aishara.

So, don't mess with women... Especially don't mess with Tyrande...

"General Hige!"

Tyrande came to the general who was crushed by fear, she half-knelt in front of the general, and stretched out her hand to lift up the face of the poor compatriot in front of her, and at the moment when the four eyes met, in Tyrande's silver eyes, General Rige seemed to have found courage, and she quickly calmed down, and after ten seconds, she no longer roared like a wild beast, she said with difficulty, in a hoarse voice like a stone rubbing:

"Tyrande... Lady... Orcs... The orcs ambushed us... They, they colluded with the Naga ... She's back! She's back! Come on! Run! ”

Seeing that the general in front of him had once again become frightened and mad, Tyrande stroked the poor lady's hair with both hands, and slowly reassured her, and Tyrande asked softly:

"Tell me, Hika, tell me... Who's back? Tell me, where has my husband Malfurion gone? Come, tell me. ”

"Malfurion... The Great Druid, the Great Druid was caught..."

The defensive general, who should have been full of courage, was as fragile as a child at this time, and she hugged Tyrande's arm tightly, and she said tremblingly:

"She's back... She wants revenge on us..."

"Who?"

After hearing that her husband had been captured by the enemy, a trace of pain flashed in Tyrande's eyes, but she suppressed her emotions and continued to ask softly:

"Who ambushed you? Who captured Malfurion? Tell me, don't be afraid, I'll protect you. ”

"Ai... Aisara..."

General Rige finally said the name, but at this moment, the entire Moon Temple was completely silent, and even Lady Tyrande couldn't help but widen her eyes.

"Aishara is back, she said... This is just the beginning, she said, rebels back then, we... We're all going to... Die..."

After ten minutes, the tired defense general finally fell into a deep sleep, and Tyrande walked to the lake next to the temple of the moon in a daze, she held the insignia of the moon god hanging from her chest, and she closed her eyes as if praying.

"Azara, the soul of 10,000 years ago... Are you back for revenge? In this eventful time... Why, is it now? Malfurion, my dear, I should... How can I save you? ”

"Elune, tell me... What should I do..."

As always, Tyrande pleaded with the gods for guidance in this moment of great confusion and pain, but... This time, Elune didn't respond to her for a long time...

After a few minutes, Tyrande reached out and wiped the tears from her eyes, and by the time she turned around, she was the leader who would never be defeated.

"Take care of that orc captive! No one is allowed to come near him without my orders! Protect him... Even if he may be an enemy..."

"Gather the Great Druids, gather all the generals..."

Tyrande said to the guards beside him:

"The most difficult period in 10,000 years has arrived... We must truly unite, and also, in my name, to the Empire of Humanity, to Quel'Thalas, to the wilderness demigod Agamagan of the Razorlands, to the Temple of the Furious Claws of Northrend, to the Temple of the Dragon's Sleep... The war has entered a new phase ... It's time to let go of Cadore's pride and pride. ”

The Moon Temple's guard nodded, and just as he was about to leave, Tyrande asked another question:

"All the Watchers, including the guards of the Watcher's Caves, went to the High Ridge, right?"

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"They took the Great Chief..."

The dying Great Prophet Drektar is placed in the camp of the Blood Ring Clan in the ruins of Azhara, and the old orc with the strip of cloth in his eyes clutches at Kilrog. Dead-eyed wrist, he said with difficulty:

"There's something wrong with that elven general... She and Azhara are in a group, those Naga didn't attack her at all, it's an interlocking conspiracy, demons, Naga and some deeper forces are involved, Dead Eye, don't attack rashly, orcs and elves, there is still the possibility of peace..."

"I know, I know."

Kierrog, soothing the spirit of the Great Prophet, asked in a deep voice:

"Draketar, tell me, where are the kids? My sons, Sal, Garrosh and Dranoche, where have they all gone? I didn't see them on the battlefield... Were they captured by the Naga too? ”

"No, no..."

The Great Prophet opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and he said with difficulty:

"Kids, run away... Went to the south, went to them, Dead Eye, found them... Naga is after them, and must be found... They are... They are the hope..."

"Rest, Drektar, we'll take care of everything... Let's rest. ”

Kilrog took a step back, the witch doctor from the dark spear troll immediately stepped forward to help the Great Prophet treat his injuries, the orcs and elves were ambushed by Naga, the Great Prophet forcibly relied on the astral plane to teleport back to Azhara's camp at the moment when he couldn't do anything, and the Blood Ring Clan who got the news also sent an army as soon as possible, but unfortunately, there was only a corpse left on the battlefield.

The soldiers of the orcs and elves attacked each other frantically as if they had fallen into an evil spirit, and almost all of them were killed, and several important people disappeared.

"Gather the army!"

Coming out of the tent, Kilrog was much older. Deadeye issued his first command:

"Attack the Night Elves' Temple of the Shade in the eastern part of Ashenvale, destroy it, and capture all the elves there!"

"Chief, are we here for revenge?"

The Dead-Eyed Overseer asked, "Do you need to leave some "memorial" for the elves?" ”

"Stupid!"

Dead Eye scolded:

"It's not revenge, soldier, I'm just preparing for war in advance, if those mad elves don't understand the situation and have to fight us, we have to have some hole cards in our hands! No mistreatment of prisoners is allowed without my orders, do you hear that! ”

"Contact Fenris and ask him to send the best wolf cavalry to search all the way along the road from Ashenvale to the Barrens, and let Kane also send hunters to help, and make sure to retrieve my son... There are other young people. ”

The Bloodring Overseer took the order, and Kilrog let out a long sigh, the once fierce chieftain looked in the direction of Ashenvale, as if he saw the clouds of war on the overwhelming territory of the army, which almost overwhelmed him, but eventually, he rolled back into his tent and began to write... He's going to tell Brox, who is far away in Silitus, about everything here. Sarufar.

Judging from the current situation, whether they want to defend or attack, they need the elite army in the hands of Blocks.

"Alas... What an eventful season..."

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"Let's go! Yorin, go! ”

Covered in blood, Thrall carried the unconscious Dranosh, holding a black hammer in his hand, which was the hammer of destruction that belonged to the Great Chief Orgrim, but now, it was covered in blood.

And behind him, Yorin and Garrosh supported each other and walked forward with difficulty, Jorin's face was pale, obviously the demons he had summoned just now had exhausted his magic power, and Garrosh's left hand was hanging down softly beside him, and those Naga weapons were coated with poison, and judging from Garrosh's situation, if he didn't treat it, he was afraid that he would be in danger.

The four young men were walking in the night of the Barrens, they no longer knew how many times they had escaped from Naga's ambush circle, those bastards had gone all the way down the tributaries of the Nushui River, like hounds that had bitten their prey to death, they did not relax at all, the escape was difficult, but Sal knew that he had to escape.

There's a traitor on the elves' side... The general, the damned elf, sold her Great Druid to the Naga along with the orcs, and that weird Empress Esshara had some kind of strange ability that could interfere with the spirit, making the still awake orcs and elves kill each other like crazy, and the Great Chief fought hard to open the way for them to break through, but the Great Chief was killed...

"Damn it!"

Thrall cursed, and the blue-eyed orc looked around, the desolate land had never made him feel so desperate, and behind him, there seemed to be the strange roar of the Nagas, and there was no way for them to escape...

"Bang"

The unconscious Dranosh was thrown to the ground by Thrall, the young shaman, who held the hammer of destruction in one hand and burst into dazzling lightning in the other, shouted like a true orc warrior:

"Behind me, Jorin, Garrosh, behind me! I protect you! ”

As he spoke, Thrall dragged his tired body and roared with a war hammer and rushed towards the snakeskin nagas behind him, and after frantically knocking down several naga with lightning and flames, the disarmed Thrall was slapped on the ground by a claw of a Naga overseer, and in the dazed pain, it seemed that some kind of sharp weapon pierced his left leg, causing Sal to let out a cry of pain.

He's going to die...

He and his brothers are dying here.

Thrall couldn't help but think in despair, however, a loud eagle roar suddenly sounded in the night, making the Nagas who wanted to kill the killer flutter for a moment, and the next moment, a whistling wooden javelin pierced the heart of a Naga, and the cold blood sprinkled on Sal's face, making the orc subconsciously get up.

He saw a stag-like creature rushing into the Naga with a spear in hand, a roaring bear smashing Naga's head, and finally a tall figure with a twin axe, the iconic black bat-like hood visible in the night.

Is that... That's Lexa, the warriors of the old and new tribes... It's a legend that circulates among orc warriors...

The moment he saw Lexa, Sal's spirit was relieved, and his eyes suddenly went black, and he fainted.

OK... OK...