The continent of Kalimdor has been quite unquiet lately.

The Westward Expansion War launched by the Human Empire was half a year ago, and in that war, the human settlers showed incredible tenacity, and drove the centaurs of the Thousand Needles Stone Forest out of their gathering place with the tactics of the newly reequipped thermal weapons and tunbao, and a third of the centaurs died on the battlefield, and a third were captured by the Human Empire and sent as slaves to the Shining Plains to mine and build cities for the humans.

However, a small number of centaurs escaped the battlefield, they tried to rush into Firas from the junction of the Thousand Needles Stone Forest and the Feras Wilderness, but were stopped by the Night Elf sentinels who had entrenched themselves in the wilderness in advance, and in the face of the fierce human pursuers, these centaur remnants had to flee all the way northwest along the edge of Firath, and finally returned to the place where the centaur civilization was born.

The Bleak Lands, a vast plain north of Firas, south of the Stonetalon Mountains, currently controlled by elves and tribes, is a barren land filled with white Gobi and a few grasslands and rifts.

The Bleak Lands have always been the traditional sphere of influence of the Centaurs, and nearly a thousand years ago, there were some minotaur tribes that lived here in a nomadic form, but the savage centaurs have been trying to drive these minotaurs out of their sphere of influence, and a few years ago, they almost did it, and the last Minotaur tribe in the Bleak Lands, the Bloodhoof Minotaurs, was nearly wiped out under the siege of the Centaurs.

At that time, the orcs who were mining in the Stonetalon Mountains received a request for help from the Minotaurs, and if it weren't for the help of the orcs, the Bloodhoof Minotaurs would not have been able to survive the migration of the whole clan to the Mogaure Plain. Led by Bloodhoof, he joined the Horde and, like the Darkspear Trolls, became a member of the Horde.

But the Centaur power in the Bleak Land is too strong, even the brave orcs are not willing to provoke these vengeful barbarians, although the Night Elves are not afraid of these nomadic clans, but the lazy immortals are really not much interested in such a barren area as the Bleak Lands, plus the ancestors of the Centaurs have some relationship with the Night Elves, so they let this group of barbarians live and thrive in this wilderness.

However, no matter how long the years of peace were, it was only a break between two wars, and the barbarians would never be able to live in such a "disagreement with the world" and live in a state of confusion.

Less than a week after the remnants of the centaurs who had been routed by the humans fled back to the Bleak Lands, a sudden catastrophe swept through the Bleak Lands, it was not like the plague, it was not the same as the famine, it was not by isolating the sick or expelling the old and weak, it was a moving disaster, it was a disaster of devouring, it was a disaster of destruction... It comes with great malice, and it won't stop spreading until it engulfs enough centaurs...

The name of this catastrophe is... Undead.

The heavily armed Band of the Darkblade Undead, landing from the western coast of the Bleak Lands on an ordinary night, was like a lamp lit in the darkness by some higher will, a touch of spark, in the beginning, no one paid attention to the corpses of these actions, and in some of the places where some negative energy in the Bleak Lands gathered, there were occasionally naturally born undead, and even the weakest centaur tribes would not see these undead as a threat.

However, just one day later, the bad news spread across the three giant centaur tribes of the Bleak Lands... With terrifying efficiency, the Darkblade Undead slaughtered a medium-sized centaur tribe of 20,000 warriors in less than 6 hours.

The leader of the undead, armed with firearms and heavy cannons, a man who carried a black greatsword and called himself the warlord Gasseris, slaughtered all the adult centaurs of that tribe and plundered the young centaurs, leaving only 10 warriors with their hands cut off and one eye blinded, and with blood and words, they sent a terrible message to the other tribes.

"Savage and backward bad civilizations have no value in existence, and if the centaurs can't show their civilization progress, then the undead will use their swords and cannons to send the scum who worship barbarism to the hell of heresy."

The Khans could not comprehend the message of the undead, and they took it as a signal for war, and the fierce warriors, summoned by the trumpet of the clan, rushed from all directions to the pastures of the three great tribes to sharpen their knives and prepare for a war against the undead who invaded the Bleak Lands.

Some of the "wise men" of the centaurs, some shamans who have studied the languages of other civilizations, claim to have seen a black catastrophe from the wind that will inevitably engulf the entire centaur clan, and they want to take the young to the sacred land of the centaurs and take refuge in the ancestral tombs of the Spear Valley, but this is rebuked by the khans as cowardice.

In short, the turmoil in the Bleak Lands has only just begun, and no one knows how many centaurs will die before these undead who suddenly landed in Kalimdor will retreat, but because the undead are attacking a good-for-nothing barbarian on this continent, no one is willing to reach out to help them, unless...

Unless these centaurs suddenly open their minds, put aside their savagery and arrogance, and go to other civilizations for help... But, until these savage bastards are really hurt, they probably won't learn to bow their heads.

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In the wilderness of Filas, not far from the Bleak Lands, the land has not been quiet lately, but the turmoil has nothing to do with the undead.

The Filas Wilderness is one of the most forested areas in southern Kalimdo, and in general, this wilderness is an upside-down "T" shape, with interlaced, narrow low-lying wilderness, a large bay with gentle currents, and a branch of the Mogaure Mountains here, which are two opposing peaks, which are called "Twin Towers" by the people here.

The scenery of Firas is very good, very similar to the scenery of the Gray Valley, the core area of the Night Elves' domination, there are also many Night Elves living here, and in the bay of Firas, there is also the base camp of the Night Elves' Sentinel Legion in the southern Xinjiang - Feather Moon Fortress.

This large fortress was built by Santis. General Hazuki is in charge, and there are nearly 300,000 combat troops under his command, including the common Elven Ranger, Frostblade Panther Knight, and Horned Eagle Beast Knight, as well as rare war ancient trees, some mountain giants who are friendly with the Night Elves, as well as a large number of druids, and a whole fleet of Night Elves, the armed forces are invincible in the entire southern territory of Kalimdor.

Oh, and by the way, Santis, who was famous in the Battle of the Valley and the Battle of Sartre. General Hazuki is actually the night elf's moon goddess priestess Tyrande. The adopted daughter of Ms. Yufeng, the age difference between the two is only a few dozen years old, according to the tradition of short-lived species, this mother and daughter are actually more like sisters... But since it is a short-lived species, don't try to figure out the ethics of the long-lived species, once you dig deeper, it is easy to find some things that challenge the three views.

The Feathermoon Fortress is responsible for maintaining order in the southern part of the continent, and at the same time, if necessary, it will also send troops to support the Druids who hold on to the Cenarion Fortress in the Great Desert of Silisus in the southernmost part of the continent, which is the battlefield of the thousand-year-old battle of quicksand, where dangerous wormmen are sealed, and once the wormmen break the seal, it will be a terrible threat to the entire Kalimdor.

In addition, another task of the Feathermoon Fortress is to guard and supervise the activities of the local upper elves, in the center of Firath, there is a remnant of the upper elf metropolis from 10,000 years ago, there are about 15-200,000 upper elves living in it, which is almost the last remaining upper elves in the entire Azeroth.

Due to the "great things" done by the upper elves 10,000 years ago, their purple-skinned compatriots are not willing to accept them again after 10,000 years.

Of course, the proud upper elves don't think that the demonic invasion and the explosion of the Well of Eternity are their fault, at least not entirely, and therefore, they would rather stay in the lonely city of Eresaras than lick their faces and return to the new society established by the "untouchables" of the past, even in the face of extreme scarcity.

In fact, after the War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago, the High Elves and Night Elves of Eresaras actually had the possibility of reconciliation, but when they learned that Idas Rema. After the upper elven rebels led by the Sunstriders were discriminated against, disgusted and wary of the Night Elves society, they were reluctant to communicate with the Night Elves anymore.

And 6,800 years ago, Darth Rema, who was humiliated and longed for the power of free use of magical powers. After the Sunstrider took the High Elves and left the Eastern Continent, the connection between the upper elves of Eresaras and the Night Elves was completely severed.

There was no longer any possibility of reconciliation between them, and both sides were wary, disgusted, and hostile to each other, but even so, the Night Elves did not use force against Erezaras because of this, but left the upper elves of Erezaras to fend for themselves in the form of captivity and supervision... This is probably the last "mercy" of the Night Elves to their trouble-making compatriots.

To be honest, if the Night Elf ladies really want to interfere, then relying on the extremely empty defense of Eresaras, the city may not be able to hold out for even a week in front of the army of the Feathermoon Fortress.

And now, the descendants of the former exodus have returned to the place where their ancestors set out, in the name of Kael'thas. The High Elves, led by the Sunstrider who had lost their hometown of Quel'Thalas, returned to Kalimdor once again, and they also came to Firas to try to get help from their true "compatriots" from 10,000 years ago.

At the time of the invasion of the Demon Legion in Greyvale and Fyerwood Forest, Santis. General Hazuki was eager to lead the sentinels to support the war in his headquarters, and with the Human Empire and the Draenei making peace with them, the Night Elves reluctantly agreed to the High Elf immigrants' request to land in Firas, which of course had something to do with the humble attitude of Kael'thas himself.

Shantis. Although Admiral Hazuki looks young and beautiful, this general is the same as Kael'thas's grandfather, Darth Rema. The Sunchaser is an elder of an era, and the two have fought side by side, so in front of her, the High Elves who are known for their etiquette are naturally not proud.

The humble attitude of the new Sun King pleased General Hazuki, and as a result, Santis. Under the instructions of his adoptive mother, Madame Tyrande, Hazuki divided the low-lying wastelands of central and northeastern Firas into a temporary residence for the High Elves, and generously allowed the High Elves' Sunsail Fleet to temporarily anchor in the harbor of the Hazuki Fortress.

But both General Hazuki and His Majesty Kael'thas are well aware that the conflict between the two sides has only been put on hold for the time being, and with the Night Elves' dislike for magic users carved into their bones, once the demon war in Gray Valley comes to an end, the conflict between the Night Elves and the High Elves will inevitably break out again... In other words, whether Kael'thas wants it or not, he must find a new home for his people before the end of the Ashenvale War.

and, to help his people get rid of the "demon" that slowly sprouts from their bones.

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"Ahh It's so painful, help me... Help me! ”

In the lowland wilderness of Firas, in a makeshift settlement of the High Elves, in a secret room, a High Elf mage in a magic robe curled up in pain on her bed, her face pale, her forehead covered with sweat, even wet her beautiful long golden hair, her body trembling and clumped, her hands clutching her clothes, as if it was very cold.

She was suffering a great deal of pain, which could not be disguised, but on the contrary, there were no scars on her body, that is, the pain did not come from outside her body, but from her body.

Every drop of blood, every bone, every thought from her, to be precise.

After moving away from Quel'Thalas, these High Elves, who normally live in the air with extremely high mana concentrations, can no longer draw enough mana from the air, causing their magically modified bodies to become hungry and thirsty... This hunger for magic is difficult to overcome with the will, because it belongs to an "addiction" that is engraved in the soul, just like the addict who is addicted to X...

As the High Elves left Quel'Thalas for longer and longer, the demonic thirst began to manifest itself in everyone, and the thirst that crawled in their bones was like ants walking in their bones, twisting every inch of their skin, and this distortion would gradually penetrate deep into their souls until their will was completely broken... Turn them into a walking corpse hungry for magical powers.

This is the addiction, the incurable disease, the curse that the High Elves and the High Elves are born with... The "devil" that lies deep in their souls.

"Take this, kid."

A low, gentle voice rang in the young mage's ears, and a cold magic gem was stuffed into her hand, this noble and cold High Elf spellcaster, like a beast smelling food, let out a low roar, and then began to frantically drain the magic power from the magic gem, and when her body's hunger and thirst were satisfied, she let out an eerie moan.

"Her will is about to be shattered, poor child, she is about to lose herself."

Romans, who had lost an arm in the Battle of Kazmodan, stood quietly beside the mage who had lost his mind, and he looked at his apprentice with a look of pity, this child was supposed to be a mage with a bright future, who was supposed to be the Sun King's pillar to rebuild Quel'Thalas, but now, the demon addiction had turned her into a demon.

And what's worse... This is not a special case, the entire High Elf immigrants of Firas, everyone is suffering from demon addiction, this race, has come to the most dangerous cliff edge, the slightest carelessness, will end up in pieces.

The apprentice, who had drunk the magic power, came to her senses, she showed a weak and ashamed smile to her mentor, and then in the middle of her sleep, she closed her eyes, and Master Romans walked out of the room, he looked at the ancient city of Eresaras hidden under the shade of green trees in the mountains in the distance, a trace of undisguised anger and madness shone in his eyes, and finally, the master gritted his teeth and walked towards the Sun King's office.

"Can't wait any longer..."

"It has to be... We must win a future for our people! Even if it is unscrupulous! ”