In its fourth year of existence, the Knights of the Darkblade are no longer as rare as they once were.

However, in order to advance to the high ranks in the growing number of undead legions, the assessment requirements that must be passed have also become more stringent, and in the past year, the junior death knights who have met the promotion requirements must enter the dangerous Golrond alone, and bring back the corpses of more than 20 ogre barbarians in a single day to be awarded the title of high knight.

And becoming a high-level death knight is not just an improvement in status, at present, the Darkblade Knights have formed their own system for how to use death energy, as well as those complicated and cumbersome necromantic runes, after taking over the knowledge left by the Shadow Moon Clan, the use of necromantic runes has also been improved by several levels.

Only by becoming a high-level knight will these powers be open to the death knights, and most importantly, the Darkblade Knights are very strict in monitoring the thinking of the death knights, and the lower knights will not be allowed to immerse themselves too much in the memories of the past, this is to avoid the weak ones getting lost in death, and only the high-level knights are allowed to think completely freely.

It's laissez-faire freedom, and as long as they're not driven crazy by the past, the high-ranking Death Knights can do whatever they want.

"Ahh

The screams of the paladins resounded on the battlefield, and they were besieged by four high-ranking death knights at the same time, even the great garrison Marlad had to be in a hurry, let alone an elven paladin?

Although Alex's martial arts skills are very superb, and he is also very experienced in the use of the power of holy light, he is still too immature in the face of the high-level combat power of the Darkblade Knights, these high-level knights have survived the battlefield against demons, each of them is a true veteran of a hundred battles, and the unique spiritual link of the Death Knight also makes their cooperation almost perfect.

Less than 3 minutes into the battle, the head of the horse under Alex's crotch was cut off, the paladin rolled in the rain in embarrassment, and across from him, a sharp blade that roared and shone with the light of necromantic runes was about to cut his body open almost in the next moment.

"Alex!"

General Danas yelled and tried to pounce on his lieutenant to save him, but was blocked behind the battle line by the increasingly violent walking corpses, and three hours after the dark door opened, the sea of the undead, numbering 50,000 people, had completely formed, and in this icy rain, the combined forces of the Draenei and humans were retreating.

"Marrad, save him!"

Danas swung his battle axe and severed the heads of the undead who lunged at him, and he shouted to the Grand Garrison of the Draenei:

"Please, save Alex!"

The Alliance General knew that the Great Garrison was stronger than him, and in the face of this request, Malad could not sit idly by, he swung his war hammer, and a brilliant Holy Light Judgment crossed the space of 30 meters and smashed on the body of the high-ranking Death Knight, forcing him back, but this could not alleviate the mortal situation faced by Alex, Malad wanted to rush into the sea of the undead, but the next moment, the voice of the prophet sounded in the ears of every warrior in the entire battlefield.

"There's a big guy coming out of the dark door, get down! Get down! ”

This warning came so suddenly and strangely that many people didn't react, but the big garrison officer lay on the ground without thinking, and the next moment, the roaring and crazy dark storm came out of the light of the dark gate, like a feather storm between heaven and earth, sweeping through the crater and station outside the dark gate.

The undead trapped on the edge of the battlefield were like being swept into the most terrible whirlwind of blades, their bodies being torn to pieces by the wind blades as the stench of blood splattered, and some of the Alliance's unlucky ghosts were swept into the black storm.

In the midst of the storm, a large dark blue bird covered in feathers rushed out of the Dark Gate, 4 meters tall and more than 7 meters long with tail feathers, just like a mythical monster.

"Ansu! How did it rush over? ”

The prophet standing on the deck of the forbidden ship watched in amazement as the demigod of the Raven escaped through the Dark Gate, and the next moment, he saw a Death Goron striding out of the Dark Gate, the appearance of this 7-meter-tall, half-body wrapped in metal, and hideous black piercing bones on his arms and shoulders completely plunged the chaotic battlefield into a dead silence.

When had the soldiers of the Alliance ever seen such a terrifying creature?

Their bodies trembled as the black Death Golon roared in the sky, and the target of the King of Golon was not them, but the equally massive bird.

Ansu... It's chasing Ansu!

"Tyrion is crazy! He actually wanted to kill this powerful demigod! ”

The Prophet clenched the staff in his hand, he became more and more suspicious of what the Death Knight had in his head, but the current form no longer allowed the Prophet to hesitate, the demigod Ansu was fighting the King of Goron on the battlefield with difficulty, the old demigod was obviously not the opponent of Grull who had been strengthened by death, and the breath of the demigod was fainting little by little in its gorgeous feathers flying everywhere and the blood of the demigod was swaying everywhere.

But this scene also gave the prophet an opportunity!

"Ansu! Let's join forces to fight off these undead! ”

The Prophet swung his staff, and the brilliant light fell on the demigod's body, blocking Gruul's furious hammer blast for it, and the demigod of the wilderness who had fallen into a desperate situation hesitated.

"Quack! Good! ”

And so the next moment the voice of the prophet sounded again in the ears of Danas and Marrad:

"Stand back, let the soldiers stand back! The battle of the demigods is not something that mortals can interfere with! Withdraw to the fortress and go, Danas, I will stay to help Ansu! ”

"Boom Boom"

In the demigod waving his stubby wings, a storm of wind blades mixed with black feathers swept the entire battlefield at this moment, and the condescending prophet Viren also waved his staff, and a thick layer of holy light shrouded the battlefield, completely blocking the path of the pursuing undead.

Danas. Standing on the plains far away, Thorbain looked at the dark gates that had been completely sealed by the light, and vaguely he could hear the unwilling roar of the blood mage, and the trembling of the earth as the giant-like necromantic colossus fought.

That's not an enemy they can fight at the moment... That's not.

"Don't worry, Danas."

The tired Grand Garrison reached out and patted the Alliance General on the shoulder: "We snatched the Skull of Gul'dan from Tyrion, and use it to close the Dark Gate in this world, and the undead will be cut off from their support, and they will not be able to survive." ”

"Having lost the Skull of Gul'dan, they have also lost control of the Dark Gate, your world... It's completely safe. ”

And at the moment when the demigod Ansu of Draenor crossed the Dark Gate, some ancient sleepers were awakened in the mysterious and savage other continents of Azeroth, in the most mysterious valley of the world.

The grass is shady, the leaves are falling, and the life of life evolves in this fairyland-like valley, and the leisurely walking elk grazing with their heads down, they are not afraid of the humanoid creatures that come and go around them, and they know very well that these pointy-eared, purple-skinned, graceful creatures are their friends.

The Night Elves, a mysterious race, have lived in the valleys of the Hyjal Mountains for 10,000 years, and before the World Tree was planted, the elves ruled the entire world, and even the ancient powerful troll empire Zandalar had to divide the boundaries of the world with them.

Of course, that was the time when it belonged to the Elven Kingdom, and now, it belongs to the time of the Night Elves.

The World Tree Nodashir, which was planted after the end of the War of the Ancients, is said to have been endowed with endless divine power by the guardian dragons on the day the seed was planted, it protects the Night Elves from the influence of time, and as long as the World Tree exists, the Night Elves are immortal.

This kind of life without worrying about the future has made the Night Elves develop a leisurely, or "lazy" lifestyle, in their society, the pace of life is outrageously slow, and in the Night Elves, there are some mysterious guys who are even more keen on sleep, and a sleep can last for hundreds or even thousands of years.

The druids, who follow the way of nature and maintain the balance of nature, are said to have originated from the demigods of the wilderness who roamed the earth before the birth of civilization, and the guardian of nature, Cenarius, passed on the power of nature to the Night Elves, and those who received this noble power were called druids.

In the society of the Night Elves, the moon god sacrifice and druids are respected professions.

And the druids like to sleep, this is not a vice, on the contrary, every time the druids fall asleep, they enter their souls into the mysterious and magnificent emerald dream, in that world that is said to be the dream of the world, everything runs as if perfectly, and the deeper the connection with that dream, the more natural power the druids can use.

In the den of the Hyjal, a druid who had been sleeping for thousands of years frowned in his sleep, and with the vibration of his heart, the plants and trees around his body grew rapidly, and then withered at the same rate, symbolizing the cycle of nature, symbolizing the balance of life and death.

"Dreams... in the vibration. ”

A dreamlike voice sounded in the beast's den:

"A new demigod has appeared, wielding the power of the Storm and the Shadows... It comes from a foreign land, and its body is wrapped in ominous darkness..."

"Buzz"

Pale green light shrouded the sleeping druid's body like a veil of light, it was a soft, surging and powerful life force, as if awakening, and after a moment, the sleeping druid's eyes opened.

It was a pair of silver eyes, the moment he woke up, the whole den began to shake, it was a force that he was unable to adapt to the rapid growth after a long sleep, but soon, this spreading power was reined in, lying on the warm stone bed The druid stood up, this is a dark elf with a green beard, but surprisingly, he still has some signs of animals.

He had stag-like horns on his forehead, wings as bright as birds under his arms, and a long beard covered with flowers and plants like trees.

He was naked on the upper body, his muscles covered with pale blue mysterious war paints, a white bear skin around his waist, and the lower body was the leggings that the druids often played.

The outfit was unusually wild, but the druid himself exuded a very peaceful aura, and he frowned as he stood by the pool of the beast's den, looking at his appearance.

"The power of the beast spirit is changing my body... Hopefully, hopefully, my beloved Tyrande won't hate me for it. ”

The druid smiled bitterly for a moment, he stood up, moved his shoulders, took a step forward, the pale green light wrapped around the druid's body, making his body change rapidly, in less than 1 second, a huge crow appeared in the beast's den, its eyes shone with wisdom, flapping its wings, and disappeared into the beast's den.

"Dreams are calling!"

The huge raven flew over the den of Mount Hyjal towards the moonlit glades on the other side of the peak, and where he flew, a muffled voice rang in the ears of every druid.

"Wake up, Naturewalkers... The demigods of the wilderness need our strength..."

On this day, the sleeping druids awoke, and they were enlightened in the vibration of the Emerald Dream. Summoned by Fury, a group of powerful druids joined his ranks.

In that revelation from the awakened and the demigods of the wilderness, they are on their way to another continent of this world, where a powerful demigod awaits the summoning of dreams...

From another world, a demigod of the wilderness.

However, before the druids set out, some of their compatriots who were hiding in the shadows of the elven civilization joined them for another reason, and Malfurion did not refuse these uninvited top assassins.

Instead, he welcomed them on the expedition together.

And at the moment when she followed the druids into the portal of the Emerald Dream Realm, Mavi, the warden who followed the great druid, clenched her fingers, and she silently swore in her heart.

"Nassa, this time... I will definitely break the shackles of darkness and bring you back whole! 2k reading network