The relationship between the Naga and the Kadore Elves is very complicated, they are originally the people of the same elven empire, they belong to two classes, and the relationship between the management and the governed.

To be honest, the class contradictions of the Elven Empire 10,000 years ago were not very sharp, although the upper elves who supported Queen Aishara lived in luxury, but Queen Aishara was also a good monarch who worked hard, and under her rule, the Elven Empire was once very prosperous, and even the lives of the people at the bottom could not be considered too bad.

The conflict between the upper elves and the night elves lies mainly in faith.

The upper elves play with arcane magic and are a group of people who have no faith, while the night elves in the civilian class believe in the moon god Elune, and the night elves of that association only have a dislike attitude towards arcane magic, until Queen Azhara reached an agreement with the Burning Legion in pursuit of further promotion, which directly led to the outbreak of the ancient war, and the night elves have a deep hatred for magic.

And on the battlefield 10,000 years later, the Nagas derived from the upper elves thought that the Night Elves were traitors, and the Night Elves thought that they had done nothing wrong, and the hatred and resentment accumulated over the years of old accounts for more than 10,000 years turned into substantial anger and revenge on the battlefield of Mount Hyjal, and the Nagas came to destroy the Cadore civilization and rebuild the Elven Empire, and the Night Elves also knew that once they were defeated, everything they had would cease to exist.

The battle of faith has turned into a war of survival, and in the face of the bottom line of survival, even the most gentle elves have become bloodthirsty and crazy under the urging of war beliefs.

"For the will of the Queen!"

Led by the powerful warrior wearing deep water armor and carrying the Naga battle flag, a team of brave Naga royal guards followed it into the Night Elves' military formation, and in the middle of their swords, more than a dozen Night Elf warriors who rushed forward were smashed into the air by the huge war hammer of the Deep Water Lord Carathares.

"Aha! Weak elves! ”

The brutal Lord of the Deepwater laughs wildly, one of the bravest lords of Queen Azhara, and Carathres' fanatical loyalty to the Queen is rumored throughout the Deep Sea, and under the Queen's will, Carathres will never stop destroying and vengeance.

"Whoosh"

A faint whistling sound sounded in the ears of the frantically attacking Lord of the Deep Water, and it felt a strong threat, and jerked its body to dodge the deadly assassination arrow, but the sharp arrow still pierced its breastplate and pierced into the flesh of the tall Naga Lord, and the pain of the piercing made Karaserres roar in anger, and it shook the warhammer "World Crusher" in its hand, smashing the frostbladed leopard that pounced in front of it into a mass of flesh.

In the midst of the blood splattering, the Lord of the Deepwater, Calasares, looked up, and almost immediately spotted the dastardly assassin, a Night Elf general with a wolf and a white tiger who had slaughtered the Naga warriors.

Even better... Calathreth recognized her, and had seen the elf in the Battle of the Ancients 10,000 years ago, and had "greeted" her on the battlefield.

"Ryan. Wolfwalkers... 10,000 years later, we meet again! ”

The Lord of the Deep roared as it shook its serpent-like body towards Ryan. The Wolfwalker General charged quickly, and everything that stood in his way, whether it was an elf or a Naga, was brutally knocked aside by Karathres, and it roared and raised its mighty warhammer, and the worldbreaker wrapped in red light let out a scalp-tingling whistling sound in the air, and then slammed into the ground in front of Wolfwalker's eyes.

"Bang"

Violent shaking made Ryan. The Wolfwalker General quickly retreated, and she also recognized the arrogant Naga Lord in front of her, 10,000 years ago, it was still an upper-class elven nobleman, but now, like its queen, it has become a real monster!

"Tear up"

Forced by the Naga Lord, the retreating Wolfwalker turned his bow back and drew two sharp elven sabers with his backhand, and between the flashes of his arms, two deep bony scars appeared on the neck of the Lord of Deepwater.

"Your blood, it smells disgusting!"

The wolfwalker rolled lightly in the air and landed on the ground in front of Calasares, and she flicked the saber in her hand, tossing aside the green blood on the blade, and the general of the wolfwalker was to replace the wounded Santis. Hazuki came to command the battlefield, but now the battlefield is so chaotic that there is no need to command at all... There are so many Naga that no matter how much they command, it will be difficult for the Night Elves trapped here to stop them.

But if she can lure away the front-line officer of this Naga, it will mean that Naga's side has also lost its commander...

Thinking of this, General Ryan shouted disdainfully to the Lord of the Deep Water in front of him:

"You should have died 10,000 years ago, but dying here is not a big problem!"

"Weak elf monkey! What did you say? ”

There is no doubt about the loyalty of the Deep Water Lord Karathreth to Azhara, but the long-term exposure to the Void Energy has made the heads of these Nagas not very easy to use, they are impulsive and irritable, especially the power warriors like Carathres, even more so, General Lane's provocation has almost reached 120% effect, and the red-eyed Deep Water Lord Karathreth does not think about anything else, it carries a heavy war hammer and chases after the retreating wolfwalkers.

However, at the moment when the two of them slowly left the front-line battlefield, a strange loud noise suddenly appeared on the station, the sound was so strange, not like a thunderous roar, but as if someone had opened a false door on this battlefield, and what was even more strange was that no matter where you were on the battlefield, the sound of the door opening like a tear would be clearly imprinted in your ears, like a strange war drum, beating in your heart.

Swords facing each other Lord of the Deep Water and Ryan. The wolfwalker turned his head at the same time and looked at the center of the battlefield where Naga and the Night Elves were fighting in the distance, where, in the place where the battle was most intense, a terrible rift mixed with black and blue energy, like a heavy gate thrown into the battlefield by the gods, slowly opened in the blowing of the cold spirit wind, in the silent and strange gaze of the two sides of the battle, and in the hiss of the soul mixed with the howl of the ghost crying wolf.

"Ding, Ding, Ding"

The unfamiliar horse bell rang in the battlefield that seemed quiet because of the hole in the Dead Realm, and in the nonsense rumors about the Necromancy of the Eastern Continent and the Human Empire, this low horse bell represented extreme foreboding, and once it rang, it meant that a cruel and indifferent death would come soon.

However, neither the elves nor the Nagas are clear about the meaning of the ringing of the bell, but it doesn't matter...

They will soon understand.

Heavily armed and riding behind the armored Nightmare Beast, she and her companions crossed the gates of the Dead and stepped onto the land of Mount Hyjal that still smelled of cold seawater, and in front of her, a slashed Naga warrior was staring wide-eyed at the knights in front of her with a heavy, cold aura wrapped around their bodies, but the next moment, the heavy hooves of the horse trampled on its ugly face, trampling its body into the blood-stained earth, freezing its soul in the cruel battlefield.

"Look... They're afraid of us..."

Luminas raised her head, and any warrior who had ever touched her blood-red gaze would subconsciously retreat, whether it was a Naga or an elf, which made Luminas very happy, and she turned to the orcs beside her and said:

"The whole world is afraid of us..."

"Isn't that how it should be?"

Grabbing the reins of his horse, Grokush's gaze swept over the bodies that had lost their lives to the war of revenge, and he shook his head and said in a disdainful voice:

"Anger, what an ugly emotion, it turns warriors into monsters, it turns the world into hell..."

"And that's why we're here."

Sailent, who rode forward, said in a voice like a hymn:

"Fate whispers to the warriors, the storm is coming... Do you have a response to the warriors who fought each other? ”

Beside him, the silent Roglio answered in an indifferent voice:

"They didn't... They can't have... However, we are the storm, we are... Destiny! ”

"Brothers, it's useless to talk too much!"

In the middle of the five Death Lords who led the battle, Iriel, the Draenei Death Knight with a warhammer in hand, raised the hammer, and her eyes were a cold of holding:

"Let the punishment of death bloom!"

With the fall of Iriel's warhammer, in the rift of the Dead Realm behind the five knights, a low whistling sound like thunder sounded that made the scalp tingle. Wolfwalker was startled when she heard the whistling voice.

She knew what it sounded like...

The next moment, at the moment when the wolfwalker threw himself sideways into the icy tide behind him, in the blank gaze of the Naga and the Night Elves on the entire battlefield, hundreds of scorching pointed grenades entwined with flames and roars rushed into the sky from the darkness on the edge of the Dead Realm, crossed the brilliant trajectory, and loaded head-on into the positions of both sides, and in the next second, endless explosions and flames covered the entire battlefield, whether it was the Naga in the tide, or the Night Elves behind the position, in the roar of the explosion and flames, Thousands of people were torn apart at this moment, and the order of the entire battlefield was completely torn apart at this moment.

And this... Just the beginning.

The high-ranking knights of the four warbands commanded the necromantic infantry that poured out of the Dead Realm like a black tide, stabbing into the positions of the two warring sides like four sharp knives in four directions, and a separate artillery warband set up positions where the Gate of the Dead Realm opened, steam tanks with heavy artillery burst out of the rift, and Death Goron, carrying heavy artillery fire, the tormented earth trembled between their movements.

More than a dozen modified war airships rushed into the sky above the battlefield under the action of thrusters, and in that gloomy night, the land bombardment caused by shells falling from the sky almost ploughed the entire battlefield.

And at the moment when the light of iron and fire enveloped Mount Hyjal, the cold death that followed the horse bell completely enveloped this ancient land, this is not the first time they have appeared here, but this time, they have come to solve all problems.

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"Huh?"

At this time, after slaughtering an entire Moon Temple's guards and reaching the foot of the World Tree, Queen Aishara suddenly turned around, and on the ground behind her, the priests who had been killed by deadly magic were lying on the ground, the smell of blood filling the ancient woodland, but it was not the fearlessness and bravery of these Night Elf priests that surprised the queen.

In the Queen's perception, a force that did not belong to this world appeared on the battlefield of Mount Hyjal in an abrupt manner, it was a cold energy, an energy that made the Queen feel very uncomfortable.

And just a few seconds after this burst of energy, the magical contact between several Naga Lords and Sea Witch Masters she had placed on the battlefield was disrupted almost at the same time, and those contact points disappeared one after another, representing the rapid death of those lords and commanders...

Something must have happened on the battlefield, something she hadn't expected.

"A bunch of rubbish!"

The queen cursed in disgust, she turned around, wanting to open the connection between the World Tree and the Emerald Dream that was closed by the druids in front of her, so that her other army appeared in the present world, those nightmares that were mad in the Emerald Dream Realm, once they appeared in Hyjal Mountain, then this sacred place of the Kadore civilization would fall in an instant.

The earth infected by the power of the void will no longer be suitable for life for decades or even nearly a hundred years... And best of all, once the World Tree that connects to the Emerald Dream Realm, Nordasil, is completely corrupted, the Night Elves can no longer rely on the World Tree to thrive.

She, Azhara, will take revenge on the betrayers of 10,000 years ago, and she will cut off the future of the Night Elves...

How wonderful...

The queen turned triumphantly, but at this very moment, under the World Tree, by the quiet lake, an uninvited guest was standing there, looking at the majestic World Tree.

That's someone who shouldn't be here! In Aisara's plan, there is no place for him at all!

"Yo, Honorable Queen Azhara!"

The High Lord, who was carrying the heavy Ash Bringer, turned around and waved his hand to Queen Aishara behind him, like an old friend who had not seen him for many years, and with a cold smile, he looked at Queen Naga in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze, and he whispered:

"This should be the first time you and I have met in the true sense of the word..."

"So let me introduce myself... My name is Tyrion, Tyrion. Dawnblade! ”

"Like you, I'm here for the future of the elves."