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However, as one of the representatives of the Emerald Dragon Clan, the Holy Rank Dragon Laurokaim had no intention of listening to those boring excuses and reasons, and sneaked out of the venue by himself.

When it stood on the top of the sacred tree, slightly looking down at the near-perfect elven holy city below it, the worry in its heart not only did not disappear, but became more and more intense.

At that moment, the familiar sound of a wooden staff tapping on the pavement was heard, and a familiar soul wave came behind it.

"Did you slip out too? You are one of the principals of today's meeting! Although Laurochem's loud voice had been lowered, the old friend still heard the resentment in his angry words.

It was the only legendary Grand Druid Argus Storm who had escaped since the last great war.

The Great Druid, whose face was as simple and vigorous as the bark of a hundred-year-old tree, did not heed the emerald dragon's complaints, but walked to its side, and looked down with it at the most beautiful natural abode beneath him, with all kinds of indescribable desolation and sorrow in his heart.

"Are you missing Idriel?" After a long silence, Argus Storm turned his head to look directly at the angry jade dragon.

Instead of looking at the Great Druid, Laurochem tilted his head slightly and asked in a muffled voice, "The conference is almost coming to a conclusion, right?" ”

The Great Druid smiled bitterly.

"Is there any difference between a conclusion and an inconclusive? The Elven Council had already made a decision to send all the Elven Clansmen to the Warcraft Continent in the Northern Rift Realm, where they could fight for a piece of land and forest where they could live. The purpose of today's meeting is not to make a resolution, but to win over a few allies and companions. After all, the land and the forests there have owners! ”

By the time he said the last sentence, the disdain and disdain in the Great Druid's tone were already on display.

"You don't approve?" The emerald dragon twisted its head back in confusion.

The Great Druid did not answer, but stretched out his right hand and pointed to the far southwest, and sighed faintly: "The many birds of prey druids we sent are watching the forest there, and a large-scale war of unprecedented scale is about to break out!" ”

"War?" The emerald dragon was visibly dazzled by the subtle lexical changes of humans and elves: "Haven't all your armies withdrawn?" Who can still fight the Zerg there? ”

"A ......," the Grand Druid paused and considered the wording, "That's an army of the undead that is completely elite. They had crossed the ocean from another continent and had been teleported by human mages. ”

"You mean those skeletal zombies that are wobbly and can blow apart in one breath? What can they do? The Emerald Dragon's tone was soaked with disdain.

"It's different! It's really different! As one of the few thoughtful companions of the Emerald Dragon, Laurochem, I need you to open your eyes and take a closer look, it is a powerful army of undead that has truly subverted our previous perceptions. And...... And they are not troops, but a real army! ”

The Great Druid's cautious tone infected the Emerald Dragon, and Laurochem looked down in thought.

"When you say that, I think of something! In the Green City, I once met a very different human necromancer, and it seems that Idril has seen something in him, and thinks highly of him. But what it is, Idriel didn't say......"

Speaking of his old friend Idriel, the elven high priestess, who had been sleeping forever in the Green City, the emerald dragon Laurochem's breathing became heavy, and his mood became low and sad again.

"We've already investigated, and the army of the undead currently appearing there in the southwest is probably the subordinate of the young necromancer you are talking about. That's a mighty army of the undead that can compete with the Angela Zerg! If...... If, at the beginning of the decapitation program, we were able to gather such a powerful force, perhaps...... Maybe the outcome of that plan would have been different......"

Speaking of this, the tone of the Grand Druid Argus Storm was also a little choked.

No wonder he was so sentimental, the pain caused by that beheading plan simply made the entire elven race, the entire druid group hurt to the bone. If he were given another choice, perhaps Argus Storm would choose to die in the Angela Hive. At least that way, he wouldn't have to see the bleak end of the elven kingdom and the panic of his people.

The Northern Rift Realm, the Warcraft Continent in the mouth of humans, although it is very similar to the Elven Continent in terms of environment, should be able to make the elves adapt quickly. But...... But whether the huge indigenous monsters there would welcome such a large number of foreign races to occupy their territory is simply not a guess to know.

Don't...... Could it be that the elves who can't resist the Zerg army need to hold up the butcher's knife against the natives of their own plane on another continent? At the thought of such a picture, the great druid's body couldn't help but tremble and tremble.

The Northern Rift is home to a group of druids who defected hundreds of years ago, and where they established what they called the "Emerald Dream" in honor of the "Emerald Jungle" of the Elven Continent. The druids who had pushed them out were now going to join them. This...... This contrast makes Argus Storm, who is considered the leader of the Druid group, a little distracted.

Maybe dying in the Angela hive last time was where he deserved.

The Great Druid couldn't help but think about it again.

"What did you want to say about talking to me today?" The emerald dragon looked at the Great Druid in confusion.

"I want you to take care of our druids. I...... I'm not going to go! ”

"You ......"

"This is where we have lived for generations. I can't abandon our homes now and compete with another group of fellow partners for scarce living space! We druids are not afraid of battle, we druids have anger in their chests, we ...... We want to keep fighting the Zerg until the moment we fall......"

It can be seen that the Great Druid has obviously been suppressed for a long, long time, and this time he roared out the thoughts in his heart in one breath, and his spirit began to rise significantly.

"Fight! Fight! The emerald dragon muttered incessantly, and it could be seen that it was obviously also aroused by this thought: "Sorry, my old friend. Looks like you're going to need to re-recruit to take care of the little druids, because I need to fight too! The home of our Emerald Dragon is here! ”

In the last sentence, the emerald dragon Laulochem roared with a giant dragon that could tear through the sky. The long, angry dragon chant swirled and stirred in the beautiful elven holy city like a dream palace, making every forest race that heard it couldn't help but look up.

There, at the top of the tall sacred tree, a majestic dragon was groaning, making its sacred oath to this jungle and to the forest races that have lived here for generations!

…………

Compared to the orderly retreat of the elves, the orc's escape path was strangely difficult and dazed.

Standing on a high hill, looking down on the tribesmen trudging through the jungle, Vanel's heart was also full of endless desolation and sorrow.

The arrival of the Zerg was much faster than the orcs had imagined.

A swarm of insects scattered to plunder resources has unexpectedly broken into the Great Northwest Wasteland, where the orcs have lived for generations. Just between the yellow sand, the Gobi, and the hills, the orc troops and the zerg who gathered fought desperately, fought to the death, and finally repelled the insect army.

The swarm of less than 300,000 brought nearly 80,000 casualties to the orcs, and most of the dead were strong and healthy stick boys.

So, fearing that the orcs would be trapped and dying in the Northwest Wasteland, Varnell could only call on more tribes to join him on the path of moving deeper into the forest.

For this reason, the orcs have split!

Some of the tribes followed Vanel to the rear of the Elven Forest, some of the tribes chose to stay in the Great Northwest Wilderness, and some of them embarked on the road to the Elven Holy City.

However, Varnell knows that they are on a path of no return, but there is nothing they can do about it!

The elves may have planned to flee, but their ship of doom left no room for the orcs. If the orcs want to continue to survive, they can only find a way to survive on their own.

And the only reason that prompted Varnell to grit his teeth and persevere in the difficult situation was the scene that High Priest Sanger let him see before he died. Only the orcs who fight to the death will have a glimmer of life, and all the orcs who passively avoid the war will be drowned in the overwhelming sea of insects.

When Vanel, who was originally only the patriarch of the Stone Hammer tribe but has now become the de facto leader of this orc army, is immersed in the bloody storm of memories, an orc scout team composed of 11 wolf cavalry rushes back.

And they also brought back news that surprised Varnell.

In the former Green Shade City, near the ruins of an important city where the elves had been breached, a sudden army of undead was fighting those bugs.

After setting up the wolf cavalry for the long journey, Vanel once again knelt alone under the clan banner of his clan, silently praying to the spirit of his ancestors. He vaguely felt the opportunity for the orcs to survive, but this kind of major decision that determined the future fate of thousands of orcs, after losing the high priest of Sanger, he really didn't know who to discuss and discuss.

Maybe it's a way of life, maybe it's a way of death, but whether it's a way of life or a way of death, it's time to make a decision!

Orcs will never be slaves!

This is the principle of survival that was established early on by the ancestors of the tribe. As long as I can avoid this iron law, as long as I can find a way for the orcs to survive, let me bear all the sins!

Varnell stood up resolutely.

Need to find a chance to meet the commander of the army of the dead.