"Those forest elves are crazy."

On top of the snow-capped mountains of Kazmodan, Tyrion stood in the night, overlooking the dwarven cities in the distant mountains, and the yellow fires could be seen in the fortresses built on the periphery of the snow-capped mountains, like torches lit in the snowy mountains in the dark and cold night.

Iron Fort, the city of the Copperbeard Dwarves, is also one of the most important cities in the history of the dwarves, and is the center of those short civilizations.

But the Lord of the Blades and his lords stood on the battlefield where the next war was about to break out, discussing matters thousands of miles away, and the Assassin Raven, leaning against a cedar tree, said in his own shrill voice:

"The forest elves have unleashed an unprecedented massacre in the Valley of Thorns, and in three days, more than 10,000 trolls and goblins have died at their hands... They've killed almost every living humanoid in the southern part of the Valley of Thorns, and I have serious doubts right now, Your Majesty, if those elves can control the forest elves who have begun to indulge themselves... You also know that the forest spirits are creatures with intelligence but lack reason, and they have a kind of madness carved into their bones. ”

"Why control?"

Tyrion asked calmly:

"Does the life and death of trolls and goblins matter to me? Trolls are hard to turn into the warriors I need, and goblins, they're not warriors at all, meaningless stuff, why should I bother with them? ”

"Nighttown is connected to the Valley of Thorns, and I think Mr. Raven's concern should be the order of the Difia Federal District, which has been stabilized with great difficulty."

Irel answered:

"Once the mad forest spirit rushes into the twilight forest uncontrollably, it will definitely affect your planning."

"They won't."

Tyrion shook his finger:

"That seed of Draeno knows very well what it means for his creation to get out of control, it's smart, you have to have faith in it, and it's not a bad thing for the forest spirits to wreak havoc in the Valley of Thorns, those who hide in the dense forest, under such pressure, will definitely show their feet, that's what I want, for some things, I don't want to wait any longer."

"Too many questions, too little time... It's a shame. ”

As he spoke, the Lord of the Darkblades seemed to have lost interest in the night scene in front of him, and he turned his head to look at the silent Lord of Death, Roglio, behind him, and asked:

"I want to know your progress."

Rogge, who was as silent as ice, nodded stiffly, and the death knight, who almost never took off his helmet, spoke:

"Company B is in position, Grokush himself has gone to Grimbaatar, Rummy's fleet is hidden in the reef of the wetlands, 2 corps are deployed in the wasteland, commanded by Sarufar and Serent, and finally the frontal battlefield is the least numerous... After all, we will not attack from the front, we will only lure the enemy. ”

"How many days?"

Tyrion asked bluntly, and Roglio's fingers twitched, and he gestured a number:

"A week at most!"

He paused, glanced at Tyrion's expression, and whispered:

"At that time, as long as you give an order, the whole Kazmodan will become the most brutal battlefield, and the dwarves will know that their turtle shells can't protect them."

Tyrion nodded, seemingly pleased with the arrangement, and finally, glancing back in the direction northwest of Kazmodan, asked:

"Where's Ella?"

"She's gone to New Artisan Town, and she'll take full charge of the gnomes."

Irel responded:

"But I don't really understand, Your Majesty, dwarfs are not suitable to be warriors, and their personalities are also very strange, why should you pay so much attention to those short ghosts and cleverness?"

"Quite simply, my Iriel, magic, holy light, even evil energy, these energies are majestic and powerful, but they are destined to belong to only a few, they are not worth relying on."

Tyrion smiled in the darkness:

"But in the hands of the dwarf, there is a power that has been neglected in this world, and in my eyes, that is the power that is really worth relying on, and the Draenei used to have this kind of collective power, but unfortunately, you have fallen to the strength of the individual, what a pity."

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Far away in the Valley of Thorns, the real situation is actually more terrifying than a few words of understatement from the crow.

On both sides of the road leading from the South Thorn Valley to the North Thorn Valley, there are now crazy black vines, those vines are covered with hideous barbs, and under some of the new vines, there are still buried corpses that have not been completely "digested" by the plants, this terrible scene has spread to the treasure bay of the North Thorn Valley, and the merchants hiding in the goblin city are terrified.

Although for some reason, the red-eyed forest elves have not yet rushed into the North Thorn Valley, but in the coastal area of the North Thorn Valley, the oil pumps that run day and night have been quietly stopped by the goblins.

And according to the gossip circulating in the Treasure Bay, these pumps will soon be loaded up and sent to Kalimdor, because of this, it is said that because of this, the rich man Rivigaz has been losing his temper for a whole day, but for some reason, he finally chose to give in to the forest spirits.

"The trolls are on the run! Patriarch, we should take advantage of the victory! ”

While wiping the blood stains on his wooden spear, the forest spirit elder suggested to the harvest wizard Oort, who was closing his eyes in the forest, in the spiritual connection: "We can activate more forests, and we can even release swarms!" Let the villains who destroy nature have no way to escape! ”

"No!"

Ault rejected the suggestion, and when he did not start the killing, the harvest wizard had a very calm expression, like those old priests who preached the Holy Light, he opened his eyes, prayed earnestly to nature, and then washed himself in the river not far away, and after picking some wild fruits to fill his stomach, he said to Elder Lin Jing:

"You are already immersed in killing, you have forgotten the dogma of the wither, violence is not an end, but a means, the balance between life and death cannot be broken, if you can't control the ** you kill, then I will get rid of you with my own hands! Because your excesses are upsetting the balance! ”

"Trolls and goblins have ugly lives, but they are part of the cycle, and even the forest itself, when it is too overgrown, there will always be a fire that falls from the sky to restore the cycle!"

The harvest wizard Oult took a deep breath and said compassionately:

"Remember! We who maintain balance, we must not be misled by personal emotions, balance, balance is the most important thing, punishment has been given, there are enough people who have died, from today onwards, those captured captives cannot be killed, we have to teach them the true meaning of balance, we have to absorb them... Let them be one of us. ”

Elder Lin Jing was a little reluctant, but thinking of the natural will he had heard in the Holy Land of Draenor, this stubborn but also simple Lin Jing leader finally nodded, the countless failures in the past had taught Lin Jing to learn patience in the truly great cause of reshaping the world with the power of plants.

The forest elf elder sat cross-legged on the ground, listening to the druid say something about the balance of nature, and soon he was immersed in it, but this calm did not last long before it was interrupted by a young forest spirit hurrying over on a wild velociraptor ride.

The young forest elf, who had just been spawned from the forests of the Valley of Thorns, could not yet speak the lingua franca, and he could only use gestures and spirit links to describe to his elders what they had just discovered.

After hearing this, Elder Lin Jing was also very shocked, and he hurriedly reported to the Harvest Wizard:

"My people, in the valley deepest in the forest, have found a city! A city of trolls... A huge, dark temple-like stone city nestled at the foot of a mountain filled with trolls! ”

"Huh?"

The high-ranking druid, who had traveled the world, frowned, he remembered some of the legends of the trolls, and after a moment, he stood up and followed the forest spirit briskly to the depths of the Southern Thorn Valley, which had been overrun by the withers.

In ancient times, when the world was not divided, the wisest and most powerful Zandalar trolls of the trolls ruled most of the world, the ancient troll empire was very powerful, its strength far exceeded that of any race and civilization in the world today, this troll empire had defeated the powerful Yaki Worm Empire head-on, and completely defeated that terrible empire.

And the night elves who fought 1,000 years ago lost their armor and abandoned their armor, and they were only one-third of the remaining civilization of the Yaki Zerg Empire, and the most terrible thing is that even such night elves are the most powerful mortal force in the world of Azeroth... Not one of them.

From this, it can be seen that in fact, Azeroth's seemingly gorgeous magical civilization has been going downhill... Far from growing stronger with time, this civilization has been declining in power over time, and only the superficial magnificence of the imagination has beshadowed this cruel truth.

The former Zandalar Troll Empire's domination of the world was weakened after defeating the Yakee Insect Empire, until the world was divided 10,000 years ago, and the cities established by the Zandalar Troll Empire in various parts of the world lost contact with the empire itself, and in 10,000 years, although the Zandalar trolls still tried to contact them, the geographical division made these cities unsurprisingly break away from the empire's rule.

Zurghrab in the Valley of Thorns is one such city, once the jewel of the Zendalar Empire, but now ruled by the Gulabash trolls, and has become the last refuge for the savage troll tribes of the Valley of Thorns.

"The tree people, the plants, they're trying to surround us, they're going to kill us!"

Mandulkir, the blood lord of the troll city of Zulghrab, rode on his blood-red velociraptor and looked out over the forests beyond Zulghrab, where the forests that had been claimed by the trolls were no longer as peaceful as they once were, and with the arrival of the fugitives, a terrifying news spread through the glorious ancient city.

Plants have souls, and they begin to take revenge on those who have hurt them, and now, the huge figures of those shadows moving in the jungle prove this nonsense, but as the hereditary nobles of Zur Grabri, the Blood Lord does not believe that these forests are "alive" by themselves, and there must be a force behind them.

"What is the result of the priests' discussions?"

The Blood Lord looked at the guards beside him, and the tall troll reached out and stroked his wooden mask, which was painted with the battle paint of the Gulabash troll, and he said to his lord in an urn voice:

"Priest Yecreek said he would summon the Midnight Lord and let the power of the bat Loa defend Zurgrabb, but he was abused by the other priests, and they quarreled to win a chance for their faith Loa to enter the battle... The offerings are decreasing every year, and I don't see the possibility of them uniting... But the sorcerer Jindu offers another opinion... He says that the only way to stop the slaughter of plants is to summon the Soul Reapers... Haka! ”

"Jindu, that guy really has a connection with the exiled Halaika lunatics."

The Blood Lord Mandogir sneered a few times, he looked back at the increasingly sneaky forest with some discouragement, and he harnessed the velociraptor and turned away from the city wall:

"It doesn't matter, when the destruction comes upon us, the priests will always come up with a solution, and if they can't do it, we will all die together in Zulghrab, which is not impossible."

"Lord, there's bad news."

The troll guards who were following the Blood Lord stole a glance at the Lord's expression before he spoke:

"Senkin, with his clan, secretly left Zulghrab this afternoon, saying that there was no hope for the Valley of Thorns, and that Bangsandi was guiding him to his new homeland in his dreams."

"Dark spear?"

The Blood Lord's figure shook for a moment, and after a moment, he said in a dry voice:

"Even the dark spear, who has always been full of affection for his hometown, has left us at this time? And Bonsandy, how did I not know that the believers of the god of death, Loa, actually appeared again after disappearing for many years? ”

"Well, my lord, actually, there are a lot of fugitives from Zul Grabri right now who have turned their faith to Bonsandi... Moreover, and most of them have signed a soul contract with Bonsandy. ”

The troll guard hesitated for a moment, not daring to take out the insignia of the god of death Loa in his hand, but in fact, he himself had offered his loyalty and sacrifice to Bonsandy, the god of death, who suddenly became active when the disaster came, a few days ago.

"So, Bonsandy has what it takes to help them through this disaster?"

The Blood Lord's sudden opening of his mouth startled the Troll Guard, and after a moment, the loyal Guardian whispered:

"The priests of Bonsandy promised the faithful that if they offered sacrifice and devotion to the god of death, the shadow that spread would not devour their souls... He also said, and said... The end of the evil gods of Zulghrab is near, and Hakka will soon drown in his own poisonous blood. ”

"Aha."

A hint of amusement flashed in the Blood Lord's eyes under the mask:

"The Grim Reaper, who has long been forgotten by us, suddenly became active, and he also made a cameo appearance as a prophet at this time, haha, this thing is really getting more and more fun."