The ancient gods, the demigods of the wilderness, plus a great lord of the realm of death, the battle of three guys who are far beyond the mundane is terrifying, at their level, whether it is the energy attack or the power of the body, it has already surpassed a certain limit, and the death match that really lets go of the hand, even if it is just the aftermath of the battle, will directly change the terrain of the entire battlefield.

The underground cavern more than 300 meters down from the Qila Temple has completely collapsed, and looking down from the sky of Silisus, it is obvious that a huge, ring-shaped, downward depression sand pit has been formed at the southernmost end of this great desert, as if it has been completely hollowed out.

Fortunately, the Worm people had spent thousands of years repairing the underground palace, leaving enough supports in the large stone cave to completely collapse after the collapse in the lowest direction, and after the battle stopped, from the sand pit down, they could still find a way to the bottom of the collapsed world.

Of course, the loss of the emperor, the loss of the gods, and the loss of the supreme mother worm, the civilization system of the huge number of Qila worms collapsed almost instantly, and these insects returned to the era of scattered sand, so when looking down, you must be careful of the insects that hide in the chaotic and multi-directional holes underground.

But for the current coalition forces, inspecting this Zerg Empire, which has been completely destroyed, is not a top priority, and the commanders have more important things to do immediately.

Because of the earthquake that broke out like the sky and the earth cracking in the underground before, the sea of insects besieging the ruins battlefield lost control, and the insects scattered and fled, which also opened the way for the coalition forces trapped in the ruins to break out, so before the collapse of the underground cavern, all the coalition soldiers who survived the terrible war withdrew from the desert of the dead country.

They rendezvoused with the reinforcements of King Liam on the outskirts, and camped in the desert on the outskirts before exiting the beetles, to rest the weary warriors and to prevent the insects from rushing out again.

At this time, standing on the watchtower of the coalition camp, the commander of the robe, Deer Helmet, was looking at the collapsed Qila battlefield, it was already dusk the next day, and the beautiful and terrifying red light veil on the desert was shrouded in this endless desert, the quiet atmosphere made people feel refreshed, and for the deer helmet who had just completed revenge, this beautiful scenery was even more intoxicating.

"But that's not all..."

The archdruid's gaze turned to the hill left on the surface of the temple of Qila, which also collapsed downward with the collapse of the ground, but beyond the hill, there were still many strange tentacles hanging from the rocks, the purple-black flesh was covered with disgusting scales, and the terrifying tooth suckers, like a nightmare in hell.

From time to time, the tentacles twitched nervously, flapping outside the rocks, causing the solid rocks to crack, making bursts of thunderous vibrations, just like the beasts of the deep sea stranded on the beach, even if death was imminent, the remaining power could still easily tear apart mortals who tried to get close regardless of life or death.

It was the "remnant" left behind by the ancient god, the Thousand-Eyed Demon Cthun...

The demigod of the wilderness, Agamagan, who had been the demigod of the wilderness for the battle, was very tired and badly wounded, and had returned to Razorland yesterday, but before he left, the demigod of the wilderness had told the druids that although Cthun's soul had been destroyed and his body had been destroyed by Agamagan, the remnants were still very deadly.

The powerful body of the Elder God still carries a terrifying aura of depravity, mortals who get too close will still be exposed to those depraved whispers, and the mind is captured, the life and death of this ancient evil creature is difficult to define, and it is still not suitable for large-scale personnel to stay until anything left in this desert by Cthun is completely erased.

The deerhelm's gaze lingered for a moment on the tentacles that were still "alive", and he could see that the Druids of the Blightburner were turning into ravens, flying back and forth around the hill that "inlaid" the remains of the Elder God to define the true danger zone.

As for how to deal with the hot potato in front of them, the coalition command has not yet reached a consensus, because even the most knowledgeable Night Elves have never dealt with such a terrible thing, everyone lacks experience, and if it is not handled well, it will lead to very troublesome results, so this matter has to be treated carefully.

But... In any case, the war has been fought, and they have won, so these filths afterwards, on the whole, are still within the tolerable range.

"Great Druid, I'm looking for you everywhere."

A deep voice sounded behind the deer helmet, and the big druid, whose face was calm, turned around and saw a very "down-to-earth" human commander dressed in sackcloth clothes and military pants. Ureon, who was climbing the ladder up the watchtower, seemed to have something to say to the deerhelm.

"What's wrong? His Majesty Varian. ”

The deerhelm asked, and Varian waved his hand:

"Don't call me that, Great Druid, we've fought together and given each other's lives, so just call me Varian... The "friends" brought out of the collapsed temple by His Agama have awakened, they are weak and need to recuperate and heal, but no one can understand what they say, and General Santis says that it is pure dragon language, and you are the only one who has studied dragon language here. ”

The human king blinked, and he asked in a low voice:

"So, those friends are actually dragons trapped in the Worm Kingdom, right?"

"Well, it's dragons, and it's dragon princes and princesses of high status."

The Deerhelm did not turn to follow Varian away, he leaned against the edge of the watchtower and said to Varian:

"It was 1,000 years ago that the Red Dragon Prince Kerestraz, the Blue Dragon Prince Arregos, and the Green Dragon's Daughter Merin Sera sacrificed themselves to force the Bugmen back into the ruins, and I witnessed them heroically descend from the sky and drive the Worms back into the ruins, we all thought they were dead, but now it seems that these heroes of 1000 years ago were trapped by Cthun."

As he spoke, the Great Druid turned his head to look at the collapsed sand pit at dusk, and Varian, who was standing behind him, keenly sensed the Great Druid's burnout, and asked softly:

"Sounds like you don't like these dragons very much?"

"Varian, have you dealt with dragons?"

Deerhelm asked suddenly, and Varian paused for a moment, then turned his head a little unnaturally, and whispered:

"Well, Black Dragon... It was a cunning she-dragon who had deceived me and my entire kingdom. ”

"Black Dragon, the most cunning fallen dragon, I haven't dealt much with black dragons, but I've met other dragons more than once, whether it's the gentlest red dragon or the most arrogant blue dragon, I really don't like these powerful creatures, because they have the power to change disasters, but for one reason or another... Leave it up to us mortals to suffer the calamities. ”

The Great Druid said in a voice that only two people could hear:

"I also resented them because of my son's death, but that was only a personal emotion, 1000 years later, to this day, I have personally experienced this war, with the help of the demigods of the wilderness, we won this war, from beginning to end without the participation and help of the dragon, defeated the unknowable evil as a mortal, without the help of the dragon, we can do it..."

"A truly united group of mortals is stronger than mortals with the assistance of dragons but scattered in a mess."

"What?"

Deer Helmet's last sentence was very low, making Varian subconsciously ask a rhetorical question, but Deer Helmet turned his head again and smiled at Varian:

"It's nothing, let's go, let's go and see the heroes of 1,000 years ago."

The two walked down the watchtower, walking in the lively and noisy camp, the soldiers who had won the war finally had time to relieve their tired spirit and body with wine, the most seriously damaged regiments had begun to withdraw from the battlefield since yesterday, and most of the reinforcements who stayed here were the follow-up reinforcements, and although the battle was finally won, it was definitely a "crushing victory".

The Seventh Legion, which served as the main attacker of the Stormwind Kingdom, lost all the auxiliary armies, and the main team also lost 4 wings plus a third of the artillery, which can be called a nerve-wracking, and the Greatsword Knights of Stormgard only left a third of the team alive, and even the Lordaeron Knights, who followed the charge of Arthas, also lost nearly a quarter of the knights.

And the centaur slave legion sent by the Human Empire to support the battlefield was even more after a war, and there were only two or three kittens left, but considering that this legion was originally used as cannon fodder, this kind of loss is not distressing.

Only half of the four boar heavy infantry legions organized by the coalition army at the beginning of the alliance were left, and the other three legions were swallowed up by the sea of worms.

More than half of the legions of the Warsong Clan sent by the orcs were wounded, and almost all of the remaining warriors were wounded.

Only three of the seven heavy machine gun wings supported by the Minotaurs remained, and the company that followed Santis. After the end of the war, only 7,000 of the 30,000 Night Elf Sentinels Legion that General Hazuki came to Silisus to support were responsible for maintaining the rear of the front line army when the first wave of attacks on the ruins battlefield, and as a result, they were trapped on the battlefield between the ruins and the wall of beetles by the counterattacking insects, and by the time they broke through and made peace with the front line, they were already more than half damaged.

80,000 of the 150,000 front-line legions were buried in this scorching desert, and the 100,000 people of the backup legion also lost almost 20,000. The loss is nothing short of staggering.

This is almost the most tragic battle fought by the Azeroth civilization race after the end of the war in the northern frontier of the human empire, but considering the quality of their opponents, this war won by all the races of Kalimdor together is definitely very golden.

"I'll invite you to drink! Drink to your heart's content, brothers! ”

Walking in the barracks, Varian casually took out two jugs full of ale from the carriage next to him and threw them to the soldiers on the side of the road, this action immediately attracted a burst of cheers, the drunken soldiers chanted Varian's name, and Varian also waved at them, as a former top gladiator, Varian knew how to mobilize the enthusiasm of the soldiers, so that they would not be affected by the war that had ended.

And Deer Helmet has been observing this human king, Varian is different from all the kings he has ever met, without that kind of pretentious arrogance, nor the glory and mission that kings often talk about, he is like an ordinary human warrior, but when he arrives on the battlefield, Varian's wild aura and leading power prove that this human is not simple.

What's more...

Deer Helmet glanced at the alien sword that Varian was carrying behind him, and was wrapped up in sackcloth, he had also heard the legend of the exterminator among the human nobles during his time in the Human Empire, and he had this sword with him, Varian. Urion is already the most powerful contender for the second emperor of the human empire that is currently hanging in the balance.

"Speaking of which, Varian, do you have any plans for the future?"

Deer Helmet asked, and the black-haired human beside him thought for a moment, then exhaled and said:

"I will probably go back to the Stormwind Kingdom, I also want to see with my own eyes what kind of state my country and my people are in now, and do what I can for them, as for the further afield, I haven't thought about it, and I don't want to think about it, to be honest, after the war is over, I am a little at a loss about the future path."

Varian moved his fingers, and as if he were confiding in his heart, he said to the deer helmet beside him:

"I've been gone for too long, and maybe I'm out of step with my old "friends", speaking of which, Mr. Deer Helm, have you ever been to the Eastern Continent? ”

Deerhelm shook his head, and Varian looked at the tent in front of him, and said:

"I've seen civilization on the federal side, I've lived in that system for years, and there's two worlds here... It's better than here, not only in terms of the standard of living, but also in the mental state of the people, and as far as I can remember, I've never seen civilians so confident and full of spirit, maybe we should learn from them, but unfortunately I can't convince my friends. ”

Varian smiled wryly and made a "please" gesture to the deer helmet:

"Even Alsace, who is closest to me, is hostile to that civilization."

The Great Druid slumped into the tent, and as he staggered by, he said to Varian:

Perhaps, what you need is not to "convince" them, but to let them "see", to convince others, you have to do at least yourself, and then show them the real results... Everyone will say big things, but when the facts are in front of them, others will be much less skeptical. ”

Deerhelm squinted and patted Varian on the shoulder:

"The Blighter would love to see civilization progress, and we are pursuing individual and collective evolution... It's very rare to find a ruler like you who is willing to accept new knowledge, so if you need help, you can always come to us..."