Outside the blood-soaked wooddwellings, the demons swooped in, and the destruction caused by them swept through the place in a fiery manner, and the dryads and jungle guardians here were almost completely wiped out, after all, it was the demon elite that Akali had chosen for this raid, and it was indeed difficult for the weak forest daughters to resist in the face of these saboteurs from the stars.

The cold Blood Lady stood among the corpses with her arms crossed, her blood-red hood and looking at the dryads and guardians who had died with the demons at her feet, but as Tyrion's wife and as a user of the power of death, the line between life and death was so clear before her eyes.

In that icy halo of death, there were a few green points of light that were so conspicuous that it was impossible to ignore.

"How long are you going to pretend to be dead?"

Aurelia asked softly, her hoarse magnetic voice so clear in the burning flames, and under the gaze of her gaze, under the threat of that indifferent aura, several dryads hiding among the corpses and pretending to be dead stood up reluctantly.

Play dead... When the dryads were young, these lively "fawns" always liked to wander around the forest, occasionally encountering some predators, such as wolves, such as giant bears, etc., and the dryads who lacked the ability to fight at a young age used "playing dead" to deal with these ferocious beasts.

I have to say that this special skill is very useful in many cases, such as the three young dryads in front of them, even if the demons slaughtered the entire forest dwelling, the three of them relied on their perfect skills to play dead, and miraculously escaped a round of slaughter by the demons.

But now, in the face of the Blood Master, who was more terrifying and ferocious than the demons, the three young dryads could only hug each other and tremble.

Like frightened little animals, their eyes widened, and they looked at the Blood Master Mother standing in front of them in the sea of corpses and blood, for fear that the terrible red-eyed elf in front of them would eat them as if they were delicious.

And Aurelia was also observing the clever little dryad in front of her, these daughters of nature were indeed as the troubadours sang, the upper body of the elf was as slender and beautiful as the night elves, and the lower body like a fawn not only did not make them look weird, but added a different kind of temptation to these weak little ones.

There was a hint of curiosity in Aurelia's eyes, she took a step forward, the little dryad took a step back in horror, one of the older ones, she stood up tremblingly, stretched out her hands, and stood in front of her two sisters, she stared at Aurelia closely, and she could see that she was scared, but she still said in Salas:

"Just catch me, let them go, they're still very young, they're not delicious..."

"Oh?"

A smile flashed in the eyes of the Blood Master, and she deliberately said in a bold voice:

"But I just like to eat young dryads, their flesh is tender, juicy, your sisters, they look... It's delicious..."

This crude intimidation frightened the two little dryads who were hugging each other into tears, and their cries were like singing, full of some kind of beautiful melody, and seeing the tears of the three little ones continue to gush out, the Blood Mistress seemed to have lost interest in scaring them.

Aurelia glanced back at her husband, who looked like the badly injured Grom. Hellroar agreed that their work here was coming to an end, so the Blood Mother looked back at the four dryads in front of her who had survived the demonic rage, and she asked softly:

"What's your name?"

The older dryad glanced at Aurelia, and when she noticed the bright red gaze of the Blood Master, as if frightened, she hurriedly lowered her head and whispered:

"My name is Tarindra."

The two little dryads who were hugging each other also said in a soft voice:

"My name is Mirune."

"My name is Avella, sister, don't you eat us, okay? Please. ”

"Well, they're all good names,"

Aurelia nodded, and with a flick of her black-gloved fingers, three bright red halos wrapped around the bodies of the three little dryads like flying bands of light, knocking them out in an instant, and then in the bright red glow like cloaks, the figures of the three little dryads disappeared in place.

The gate of the Dead Realm cracked open behind Aurelia, and Tyrion walked in with a badly injured and silent Grom, and at the moment when the rift in the Dead Realm closed, Aurelia's gaze was still on the burning woods, she looked at her husband, and she asked:

"Why would you want me to keep one?"

Tyrion pursed his lips:

"Let her go to the ventilator... You see, the road to the Felwood Forest has been blocked, and the poor girl has to go further south, she has seen the orcs attacking the dryads, she will not go to the orcs, she will go further south to Durontar..."

"You're going to drag humanity into this war?"

Aurelia immediately understood her husband's intentions, and Tyrion glanced at the orc chief Grom, who was unconscious by the power of the Dead Realm, and whispered:

"The demon war in Ashenvale has dragged on for too long, it should have ended a long time ago, but unfortunately it is still in a stalemate, and the Night Elves need a breaking point... What's more, I also want to see what kind of judgment Tyrande and Malfurion will make in the face of the current situation..."

"This is their last chance before the war of punishment against the Night Elves begins."

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"Great Chief, we must go and save my father! He went to die! ”

In the chieftain's hall of Orgrimmar City, several chiefs who had received the news and rushed back as quickly as possible sat in their seats with solemn faces, listening to the dusty Garrosh's plea for help, while several young people stood behind Garrosh, comforting the anxious young man.

Garrosh's eyes widened and he looked pleadingly at the Grand Chief in front of him, Orgrim, who was thinking with his eyes slightly closed and his fingers darting on the armrest.

"Grom went alone?"

Fenris, the chief of the Thunder King clan, slammed the handrail on the side of his hand, and he scolded:

"What recklessness! Didn't he know that the place was now a battlefield where demons and elves were at war? If we're not careful, we'll be drawn into that war. ”

"Are you scared? Chop Pieces! ”

Chieftain Kargas, the Broken Hand Chieftain sitting opposite Fenris, snorted disdainfully:

"Grom didn't do anything wrong, he just fulfilled the mission of the chief, who would be afraid of those pretentious elves? No one will be afraid of them! ”

"But we can't just be dragged in for no reason..."

Kilrog returning from Al Sara. Dead-eyed on his hunting stick, adorned with bones and furs, the skilful hunter looked at the others with his only remaining eye, and said:

"There's a conspiracy in this matter, and we can't afford to guard against it, but now that Grom has made a decision and has come to his senses, we can't afford to live up to his sacrifice... I suggest that we start preparing now, no matter what we have to face in the future, we have to prepare in advance! ”

"I agree with Kilrog!"

The Great Shaman of the Frostwolf Clan, Drektar, nodded:

"Whether it's a demon or an elf, we all have to be prepared in advance, but... Grom, can't help it! He's one of the chiefs! It's our brothers, we've come all the way from Draenau, and we have to be as united as ever, if not more than ever! ”

"Then let's prepare!"

After the chiefs had finished speaking, the Grand Chief opened his eyes sharply, his fingers clenched into fists, and thumped on the armrest:

"Kargas, Fenris, and Kilrog, take your respective legions to the border between Ashenvale and Azhara, and inform Senkin and Kane, as well as Brox, who is stationed in Silisus, as soon as things get to the worst, we will need their strength. Elder Drektar, you and I are heading to Ashenvale, and no matter what happens to Grom, we're going to get him out!" ”

"As for you, Sal, Garrosh, Dranosh, and Jorin... The four of you take your own wings and join us to meet the elves... Rest assured, Garrosh..."

"We won't give up on Grom, just as he found hope for us, and now it's time for us to fight for him! If language communication can't be done, then we will use war to demand... Do whatever it takes! ”

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"Wow"

Just as the demons' flames were about to begin to engulf the entire second floor of the forest, Dryad Commander Lunara, who had fallen unconscious in a pool of blood, opened her eyes suddenly.

This adult dryad was the eldest daughter of Cenarius, and she was one of the few brave among the petite dryads.

Lunara was a true warrior in the Battle of the Ancients, she was also the supreme commander of the Forest Dwelling, she had seen the evil orcs attack the Forest Dwelling, and she had also seen the cunning demons raid the forest god, her father Cenarius, and she knew that the demons were trying to sow discord between the elves and the orcs.

Unfortunately, she didn't see Tyrion and Aurelia appear, or even Cenarius plotted against Tyrion, because by then, she had already lost blood and was unconscious, which allowed her to escape the last slaughter of the demons.

Dressed in green wooden armor, Lunara grabbed her javelin from her hand, struggling to get up, her left leg had been injured in the fierce battle, and now that the entire woodhouse would be consumed in flames, she could no longer stay here.

Although she had seen more terrible battlefields in the War of the Ancients, Lunara's heart was twisted when she saw her brothers and sisters lying in a pool of blood, the frozen corpses.

She had always considered herself a dryad and protector of nature, but now, in the midst of this war, she suddenly realized that she could not protect anything.

What's even more terrifying is that after Lunara walks out of the woodhouse, she sees her father... Lunara, the powerful natural demigod Cenarius, whose headless body lay in a pool of blood had nearly fainted, and like any other child, she had a deep attachment to her father, who had died before her eyes.

She knelt painfully beside the massive corpse of Cenarius, caressing the horrific wounds on her father's body, the ones cut by the tomahawk, but Lunara knew that it was not the orc chieftain who had done the killing, but the demons!

Cunning and cruel demons!

She must send this news back to Mount Hyjal, and not let her father's tragic death become the fuse that provokes a war between elves and orcs!

Lunara gritted her teeth and placed Cenarius' severed head next to her father's corpse, she took the thorns from her father's arm and wrapped it around her own, it was no ordinary thorn, it was the weapon that Cenarius used to fight, it was a powerful magical artifact, Lunara called out to the silent land, covered her father's body with green grass and vines, and then she supported her body with a javelin, and took one last look at the place where her father had fallen.

At this moment, the heart of the eldest daughter of the forest has been completely enveloped by cold anger and the will to revenge, and she swears that she will not let those demons have a good time!

"Father, I will avenge you!"

The weakened Lunara used this will to support her body and keep walking, but just as she was about to enter the junction of the Felwood Forest, the news from the forest made the eldest daughter of the forest change her face.

As the offspring of Cenarius, she has the ability to communicate with the forest, and all the plants in the forest are her eyes and ears.

"Don't go! The eldest daughter of the forest, the demons have started a war, and the entire Felwood Forest has been disturbed by the demons... You can't get by alone..."

The news made Lunara's fists clench, her mind in turmoil, she knew she had to tell Malfurion everything she saw before the elves and orcs were at odds, but now, she couldn't, she had to find another way.

"Astrana?"

The name of the elven stronghold closest to the wooddwelling echoed through Lunara, but the harsh reality didn't give her much time to think.

"Run! Eldest daughter of the forest, the demons are coming! They've found you! ”

"Run south! Fast! ”

The warning of the trees of the forest made Lunara jerk her head up, and in her remarkable vision, she could see that the obscuring demon bat was flying in her direction, and the eldest sister of the dryad did not hesitate, she turned around, supported herself with her javelin, and ran wildly south with the agility of a fawn, and everywhere she went, all plants, whether weeds or vines, opened the way for her before her eyes, as if the whole of nature was helping her.

"South, south... Feathermoon Fortress! Right! ”

Lunara gritted her teeth and looked at the night sky in the south:

"General Santis... She's the last hope! ”