The Commander-in-Chief of the Human Empire's Army in the Felwood Forest Theater of Operations, Halver. Wimbane's first reaction after receiving the news from Taylor was that these unruly Navy bastards had definitely drunk too much again!

This is not to blame the habitual thinking of the human marshal, after all, the location of the Feywood Forest is located in the inland part of the central west of the continent, and there is still a mountain away from the Black Coast adjacent to the sea, unless the mountain suddenly collapses, no matter how high the tide of the Sea of Mist, it will not affect the Faywood Forest.

And if the Felwood Forest is in danger of flooding, it means that the Ash Valley will be flooded first, which is not in line with the mortals' inner understanding of this world, however, less than 30 minutes later, the same news came back from the orcs stationed on the Zoram coast in the Ash Valley War Zone, which immediately attracted the attention of the troops in the Felwood Forest.

Under the orders of Field Marshal Halver, all the legions abandoned their baggage and rushed to the various heights as fast as they could, and less than three hours after this order, which puzzled the commanders of the ranks, the soldiers in Felwood Forest witnessed a terrible scene that only appears in mythological stories.

Seawater!

The water, mixed with the terrible wreckage of the ship, climbed over the mountain barrier between the Black Shore and the Felwood Forest, and the summit of the Black Shore Mountains was easily knocked down by the heavy crash of the tide, and then the thousands of tons of water howled down the western range of the Felwood Forest in a waterfall manner.

The forests, the rocks, and the buildings left behind by the Night Elves and demons were completely submerged in the endless noise of the flood.

This terrifying scene shocked almost everyone, and in less than 1 hour, almost the entire human empire, orc tribes, and even goblins knew about the great changes in the northwest of Kalimdor, and what was even worse was that between the turbulent tides, there were endless Nagas who rode the tide and rolled in, and the disgusting soft-skinned snakes had never been so arrogant as they were now, and their first move after emerging from the tide was to start indiscriminately attacking all the opponents around them.

The coalition forces, having lost most of their baggage, could only barely fight the huge number of Naga on a few highland battlefields, and if this terrible tide did not recede, the entire ground of the Felwood Forest could be completely submerged in another 4 hours at most... At that time, it will be impossible for the coalition forces trapped on the isolated island in the water to hold out until reinforcements arrive.

The same dilemma also appeared in the Ash Valley War Zone, but the terrain of the Ash Valley determined that the terrain of this place was not a platform, and there was enough space at the entrance to the mountain adjacent to the sea, which allowed the Ash Valley War Zone to have more reaction time in the face of the surging tides.

At least until the end of the transfer, the army in the Ash Valley theater will have no possibility of rescuing the army in Felwood Forest... The terrible queen of the Nagas single-handedly wiped out all the terrain advantages of the coalition and found the most favorable terrain for her army, and in the face of such a game-changing method, even if the coalition had the idea of counterattacking, it did not have enough strength to achieve it.

And in such a bad situation, the only good news for the coalition forces is... The main force of the Naga went to the Hyjal Mountains with the tide for the first time, which means that before the Naga take advantage of the situation to defeat the Night Elves, the coalition forces trapped in the sudden flood can survive for a while, but considering the terrible situation that the Night Elves are facing now, this time may not be too long.

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"Within the realm of the Elven Empire, this mountain range is just a featureless frontier."

The bewitching Queen Azhara lazily leaned on her magnificent throne of the deep sea, riding the tide, and she and her guards almost unimpeded all the way to the mountain where the Feywood Forest and the Hyjal Mountains meet, the demon had failed to take the pass after countless casualties, and under the impact of the tide, it fell into the hands of the queen in almost less than 30 minutes.

The queen's actual location at this time had already arrived in Mount Hyjal, and she looked at the towering World Tree in the distance, Nodashir, and she said with some disdain:

"Unable to shake off her intolerable savagery habits, Tyrande and her self-proclaimed people live in trees, leaving behind the rich legacy of the Elven Empire and reluctantly returning to the wilderness... I sometimes can't understand how my empire could have died at the hands of such wild girls. ”

"That's only because the betrayers are a little bit lucky, my majesty."

A lightly armoured Naga Sea Witch stood respectfully beside the Queen's throne, her blue eyes shining with a vicious light, and she carefully flattered her moody Majesty:

"They never dared to confront you head-on, only to play some small intrigues that were not on the table, but now, they have to face you, and I am confident that the lowly Tyrande will eventually fall to your knees and beg for your forgiveness."

"Hmm."

Azhara didn't care about this kind of blatant flattery, in fact, she didn't like the sea witch who was good at using intrigue and trickery, but unfortunately, her favorite and most capable maid Vasqi had died in the ambush of Dai Lin, and the more big-picture Tidelord Nazchar also died in the same place as Vaschi.

Those are the two most important subordinates of Queen Aishara, and now the sea witch Alsie who took their place is still a little weaker, and even the ability to say such beautiful words is much worse than the first two maids.

But, there is no way.

Aishara sighed a little sadly, in the explosion of the Well of Eternity ten thousand years ago, she and the whole of Kim. Azhara's upper elves were all swept into the deep sea by the energy of the explosion, and a powerful mage like her was naturally not afraid to survive the oppression of the sea and endless energy, but her loyal servants could not do this, and in desperation, she had to sign a contract with an unspeakable thing in the deep sea that called itself "god".

Aishara did not disapprove of the so-called "god", let alone give in to it, because this queen had confronted the powerful dark titan Sargeras, and in front of Sargeras, who would dare to call himself a "god"?

So there was an equal pact between the queen and the old god named Enzos, and Queen Azhara's servants and the queen herself accepted the power of the twisted thing and reshaped its dark empire for it, in exchange for which the warped thing would protect the people of Azhara and help Azhara rebuild her elven empire.

It was only a stopgap measure 10,000 years ago, but the problem is that Aishara underestimated how corrupt Enzos was to his loyal followers... Accepting the power of the Void of the Ancient Gods, the extremely corrosive power distorted the wonderful bodies and faces of the upper elves, turning them into dark monsters under the abyss, and the change of the body did not make much sense, the most terrifying thing was the distortion of the soul by the void.

Introduced the wise upper elves into the abyss of the mind... As a result, after 10,000 years, Queen Aishara does have a deep sea army that can subvert the world, but she does not have a good enough commander to command them, and the vicious and cunning sea witch around her is not as wise as 10,000 years ago, she has completely turned into a rat living in the dark, and the only thing she can stand out for is her infinite loyalty to Aishara herself.

But the queen would rather she be an ambitious commander with a big picture... What is the point of being loyal, just being loyal?

"Alas... Go ahead and keep the tide changing..."

The Queen sighed again and handed the Tidal Scepter to the Sea Witch Mother Arcie, who respectfully took her hands in her hands and dived into the icy waters behind her with a team of elite royal guards.

Lying on her throne, Azhara is thinking that after taking revenge for the hatred of destroying the country 10,000 years ago, she will start to break away from the control of Enzos, she must bring the Nagas out of the deep sea, find a suitable place, and establish a terrestrial kingdom, in the past 10,000 years, she has already studied the power of the void, maybe only a few specific items, can remove the curse of the upper elves, and then rely on her loyal subordinates, rebuild her own elven empire.

Maybe... The Hyjal Mountains in front of you look like a good place for early development.

The more she came into contact with Enzos, the more Queen Azhara became disdainful of the so-called ancient gods hidden in the depths of the sea... In her opinion, Enzos was ambitious and good at trickery, but the direct power of the Elder God was insufficient, so he could only play some things that were not on the table, and the queen had heard about the mortals who had killed the Elder God Cthun in Silishus, and if they could do it once, they would definitely be able to do it a second time.

Do you want to find a way to borrow the hands of those mortal warriors to get rid of this henchman?

The Queen's seductive eyes narrowed, maybe after the mortals got rid of Enzos for her, she would mercifully reward them with some land... As long as they are willing to kneel to the Elven Empire, this is not a non-negotiable matter, after all... 10,000 years have passed, and the times have changed.

"Azara!"

At this moment, a cry of anger and murderous intent echoed through the valleys of Mount Hyjal, and the familiar voice made the queen stop thinking, she propped herself up with her dark red tentacles, and then looked at the night elf army that rushed out of the chaotic valley of Mount Hyjal, and the priestess of the moon god who led the army and rode on top of the white frostbladed leopard.

Tyrande. Style, a betrayer in the eyes of Aisshara, a shameless.

"Look who's here..."

Between the icy tide lapping, under the fanatical gaze of the endless Nagas, the hoarse voice of their mighty noble queen resounded like a tide among the mountains of Mount Hyjal:

"Isn't this my favorite little Tyrande? Remember? In my palace, I admired your beauty, pure as a blooming lotus, but unfortunately, at that time, I could not see through your heart. ”

The queen braced herself with her tentacles, her long silver-white hair fluttering in the wind of Mount Hyjal behind the red fins on top of her head, and there was not much resentment to be seen in her scaly face, as if she were telling a trivial story of the past.

"As many stories say, the king mistakenly trusted people he shouldn't have trusted... The empire I built has collapsed, the people I love have died in that catastrophe, I want to protect them, Tyrande, I really want to protect them... But I can't. ”

Aishara looked at the angry Tyrande, her eyes turning from sad to cold:

"Just like you now, you can't protect the 200,000 Kadore elves on the Black Coast, their bones are hidden deep under the cold sea, just like our time in the past 10,000 years, listen! Did you hear that? Tyrande, your people are weeping. ”

The Queen's last words became as cold as a knife, and clearly reached the ears of everyone present:

"Betrayer! Slayer! You... Feel the pain I felt 10,000 years ago? ”

The unconcealed malice and icy momentum spread over this battlefield in Mount Hyjal like the coldest ice blades, making Tyrande, who had commanded two legions rushing here, tremble, but because of fear, but because of the anger in his heart that he could no longer bear, and the feeling that Azhara said.

As a ruler, the most disappointing thing is not the defeat in foreign wars, nor the rebellion within the people, but the incompetence and cowardice of not being able to protect the people in the event of a disaster, which is a near-devastating blow to the soul of every ruler.

But Azara's behavior was too cold-blooded.

"Just to get revenge on me alone, Aisara... Just to get revenge on me one! ”

Tyrande drew the white-feathered war bow behind his backhand, and between the flow of the power of the High Priestess of the Moon, the evening of Mount Hyjal was completely clouded by the swaying figures of the stars at this moment, and the voice of the Priestess of the Moon was mixed with a hint of trembling:

"You killed 200,000 innocent lives... How dare you say you're not a tyrant! Do you dare to call yourself a qualified queen? You're... You madman! ”

The fall of night did not strike fear into the hearts of Aeshara and her soldiers, the elven queen of 10,000 years ago only waved her hand lightly, and the night star curtain summoned by Tyrande was as if it had never appeared... At the moment when the flickering stars dissipated, Aisara's playful voice sounded again:

"Revenge on you? No, no, no! ”

"My poor Tyrande, drowning the Black Coast is not revenge on you... That's just a trivial trick by me to punish the betrayer, and what happens next is the real punishment for you! ”

The queen casually flicked her ruby nails, and suddenly asked softly:

"I've heard that your favorite husband, Malfurion. Furywind, missing? ”