Chapter 718 38. The Beginning of Hatred

The air of the Holy Mountain of Hyjal seems to be filled with the smoke of war. Naturally, the news of the death of the demigod Cenarius was tightly blocked, but the complete occupation of the Felwood Forest battlefield by demons is an unconcealable failure. The large-scale expansion of the demons gave the elves time to retreat, and the bearmen of Timbermaw Fortress also joined the battle here under the persuasion of the druids, so the road to Mount Hyjal is still in the hands of the elves .

But it won't always be in the hands of the elves. Anyone with a strategic mind knows that once the demons are integrated, a huge army will immediately start marching on Mount Hyjal, and most importantly, the loss of Felwood The communication between the forest, Mount Hyjal, and Ashenvale was completely interrupted. Although the Holy Mountain was easy to defend and difficult to attack, without the support of the Sentinels active in Ashenvale, the future battle situation of the Holy Mountain would inevitably be quite difficult.

And now, besides the more active demons, there's another headache.

"puff"

On the square under Nordrassil, the world tree on Mount Hyjal, a badly injured Hippogryph and an equally seriously injured knight fell on the platform in a posture like a meteor falling to the ground, with feathers, blood and The screams made the whole square into chaos, but not long after, a group of priests from the Temple of the Moon God rushed over and sent the wounded man and the returned captives to the moon not far from the World Tree. In the temple.

"General Miara Risong! Wake up!"

Several Luna priests washed the body of the terribly wounded defense general, and changed her into a robe, and the left arm of the defense general of Mount Hyjal had disappeared, the wound was frozen, and it was like It was directly annihilated by some powerful force, and even the superb healing techniques of the moon god priests could not heal the wound.

The power still affects her.

"No! Don't...don't!"

It seemed to be shrouded in a nightmare scene. In the call of those Luna priests, the moment the pale general opened his eyes, he stretched out his hand and pinched the neck of the priest in front of him as if on a battlefield. , roaring like a beast, but she was too weak, and was quickly suppressed by other priests, but this noise also made the quiet Moon God Temple noisy.

This incident quickly alarmed the current supreme commander of the defense system of Mount Hyjal. Amidst the roar of the Frostsaber, the High Priest of the Moon God, Ms. Tyrande Whisperwind, was escorted by the guards with a bow on her back. Walk quickly into the hall of the Moon God Temple.

The leader of the night elves' faith has a perfect figure, even under the cover of a white dress, she can't hide her outstanding temperament. Looking at her from a distance, it's like feeling the power of the moon god on the earth. , the moment you see her, you can feel that she should be sitting in this position, and that kind of quiet temperament makes it difficult for people to hate her.

Her face was painted with the purple god pattern of the moon god, but it did not destroy the perfection of this face, but added a mysterious perception to her beauty, and on Tyrande's forehead, there was a piece of it as an ornament The silver moon-shaped gemstone that exists looks like a crown from a distance. She has long green hair that hangs over her shoulders and is tied into a ponytail at the back of her head. Walking in the world, the long hair flutters and makes people feel beautiful. People are fascinated.

Tyrande, like other night elves, had a pair of long eyebrows that fluttered on both sides of her cheeks like wings, which didn't look weird. In other words, this face itself was the best interpretation of beauty, no matter how she Dress up, it will look very appropriate.

Her dress is special, inlaid with green and silver gemstones, but it looks like a battle armor, which proves that Tyrande is not a priest who can only pray. When she is needed to fight, the moon god The High Priest can also unleash terrifying lethality.

This was manifested vividly when the human empire retreated from Whispering Port. That night, Tyrande summoned the stars that fell from the sky to crash into the lightless sea, almost destroying the immature Dead Sea fleet commanded by Dai Lin. ...

This perfect lady with no dead ends is definitely one of the most powerful beings in the civilized world of Azeroth. She has the ability to protect herself and her people. Don't question this, let alone challenge it... More evil creatures died at the hands of this beauty than 99 percent of mortals have ever seen.

Of course, she is also a woman, and occasionally loses her temper. For example, one day 10,000 years ago, when Tyrande was bathing, she was disturbed by a velociraptor that broke into the camp. Cursed, the poor velociraptor was imprisoned in an undead plight in a strange fossil form, until it was unearthed by dwarven explorers 3 years ago, under the beach near the ruins of Azshara.

So, don't mess with women... especially Tyrande...

"General Sun Song!"

Tyrande came before the general who was crushed by fear. She half-kneeled in front of the general, and raised the face of the poor compatriot in front of her. At the moment when her eyes met, in Tyrande's silver eyes, General Rige seemed to have found the courage, and she calmed down quickly. After more than ten seconds, she stopped roaring like a beast. She said with difficulty, in a hoarse voice like rubbing against a stone:

"Tyrande... Lady... Orcs... Orcs ambushed us... They, they conspired with the Naga... She's back! She's back! Run! Run!"

Seeing that General Sunsong in front of him became frightened and mad again, Tyrande stroked the poor lady's hair with both hands, and slowly comforted her. Tyrande asked softly:

"Tell me, Sunsong, tell me... who is back? Tell me, where is my husband, Malfurion? Come, tell me."

"Malfurion... Arch Druid, the Arch Druid has been captured..."

The defensive general, who should have been full of courage, was as fragile as a child at this time. She held Tyrande's arm tightly, and said tremblingly:

"She's back...she wants revenge on us..."

"who?"

After hearing that her husband was captured by the enemy, Tyrande's eyes flashed with pain, but she suppressed her inner emotions, and she continued to ask softly:

"Who ambushed you? Who captured Malfurion? Tell me, don't be afraid, I will protect you."

"A...Azshara..."

General Risong finally said the name, but at this moment, the entire Moon God Temple fell silent, and even Ms. Tyrande couldn't help but widen her eyes.

"Azshara is back, she said... this is just the beginning, she said, the rebels back then, we... we all have to... die..."

Ten minutes later, the tired defensive general finally fell asleep, and Tyrande also walked to the lake next to the Moon God Temple in a daze, and she held the Moon God emblem hanging on her chest. She closed her eyes, as if praying generally.

"Azshara, the wronged soul from thousands of years ago... Are you coming back for revenge? In this troubled time...Why, now? Malfurion, my love, what should I...how should I save you ?”

"Elune, tell me... what should I do..."

Just like in the past, Tyrande begged the gods for guidance at this extremely confused and painful moment, but... this time, Elune did not respond to her for a long time...

A few minutes later, Tyrande reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and when she turned around, she became the leader who would never be defeated.

"Take care of that orc prisoner! Without my order, no one is allowed to approach him! Protect him...even if he may be an enemy..."

"Call the archdruids, call all the generals..."

Tyrande said to the guards beside him:

"The most difficult time in the Kaldorei's ten thousand years has come... we must truly unite, and, in my name, to the Empire of Man, to Quel'Thalas, to Agama, the wild demigod of the Razor Heights Gan, send an invitation to the Temple of Rageclaw in Northrend, and to Wyrmrest Temple... The war has entered a new stage... It's time to let go of the Kaldorei's self-esteem and pride."

The guard of the Moon Temple nodded, and just as he was about to leave, Tyrande asked another question:

"All the Wardens, including the guards from the Vault of the Wardens, went to Highmountain, didn't they?"

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"They took the Warchief..."

The dying Grand Prophet Drek'Thar was placed in the camp of the Bleeding Hollow clan in the ruins of Azshara. This old orc with a cloth strip over his eyes was holding Kilrogg Deadeye's wrist tightly, He said with difficulty:

"There's something wrong with that elf general... She and Azshara are in the same group, those naga didn't attack her at all, this is a chain of conspiracy, demons, naga and some deeper forces are involved, Dead Eye, don't attack rashly, orcs and elves, there is still a possibility of peace..."

"I know I know."

While appeasing the spirit of the great prophet, Kilrogg asked in a deep voice:

"Drek'Thar, tell me, where are the children? My sons, Thrall, Garrosh and Dranosh, where are they? I haven't seen them on the battlefield... Were they also captured by Naga?"

"no no..."

The Great Prophet spat out a mouthful of blood, and said with difficulty:

"Children, run away...go to the south, find them, Dead Eye, find them...the naga are after them, find them...they are...they are the hope.. .”

"Rest, Drek'Thar, we'll take care of everything...rest."

Kilrogg took a step back, and the witch doctor from the Darkspear troll immediately stepped forward to help the Great Prophet heal his injuries. Both the orcs and the elves were ambushed by Naga. When they arrived at Azshara's camp, the Blood Ring clan who got the news immediately dispatched troops, but unfortunately, there were only corpses left on the battlefield.

The soldiers of the orcs and the elves attacked each other crazily as if possessed by an evil spirit, and almost died together, while several important figures disappeared without a trace.

"Assemble the army!"

Walking out of the tent, the much older Kilrogg Deadeye issued his first order:

"Attack the night elves' tree-shaded temple in the east of Ashenvale, destroy it, and capture all the elves there!"

"Chief, are we seeking revenge?"

The dead-eyed warlord asked: "Do you want to leave some "memory" for the elves?"

"madness!"

Dead Eye scolded:

"This is not revenge, soldier. I'm just preparing for war in advance. If those lunatic elves don't understand the situation and insist on fighting with us, we must have some hole cards in our hands! Without my order, you are not allowed to abuse prisoners, Did you hear me!"

"Contact Fenris and ask him to send the best wolf cavalry to search along the road from Ashenvale to the Barrens, and ask Kane to send hunters to help, and I must find my son... and other young people .”

The blood ring warlord led away, and Kilrogg heaved a long sigh. The once fierce chief looked towards the direction of Ashenvale. He seemed to see the cloud of war with the army pressing down on him, which almost made him breathless, but in the end , he turned back to the tent and began to write... He wanted to tell Brox Saurfang in Silithus everything about this place.

Judging from the current situation, whether they want to defend or attack, they all need the elite army in the hands of Brooks.

"Alas... Troubled autumn..."

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"Go! Yorin, go!"

Thrall, covered in blood, was carrying the unconscious Dranosh. He held a black warhammer in his hand. It was the Hammer of Doom, which belonged to the great chief Orgrim. But now, the hammer was full of blood. It's bloody.

Behind him, Jorin and Garrosh supported each other and walked forward with difficulty. Jorin's face was pale, obviously the demons he summoned just now had exhausted his mana, and Garrosh's left hand was hanging limply on the ground. Around him, the naga's weapons were smeared with poison, and judging from Garrosh's condition, if he didn't heal, he might be in danger.

These four young men were walking in the night of the barren land, they had no idea how many times they had escaped from the Naga's ambush circle, those bastards went all the way down the branch of the Nushui River, like biting Like a hound with a dead prey, he didn't relax at all. The road to escape was very difficult, but Thrall knew that he had to escape.

There's a traitor out there... that general, that damn elf, sold her archdruid to the naga along with the orcs, and that creepy Queen Azshara has some sort of mind-disturbing power The weird ability made the sober orcs and elves kill each other crazily. The great chief tried his best to open a way for them to break through, but the great chief was...

"damn it!"

Thrall cursed, the blue-eyed orc looked around, this desolate land had never made him feel so hopeless, and behind him, there seemed to be the weird roar of the naga, they no way out...

"boom"

The unconscious Dranosh was thrown to the ground by Thrall. The young shaman held the Hammer of Doom in one hand, and the other hand burst out with dazzling lightning. Like a real orc warrior, he shouted loudly :

"Come behind me, Jorin, Garrosh, come behind me! I protect you!"

As he spoke, Thrall dragged his exhausted body, raised his warhammer and roared towards the snakeskin Naga behind him. After knocking down several Nagas with lightning and flames, the exhausted Thrall was killed by a Naga The Jia Dujun slapped his paw on the ground, and in the dazed pain, it seemed that some kind of sharp weapon pierced through his left leg, causing Thrall to let out a cry of pain.

he is dying...

He and his brothers are dying here.

Thrall couldn't help thinking in despair, however, a loud eagle's cry suddenly sounded in the night, making those nagas who wanted to hurt the killer stunned, and the next moment, a roaring wooden javelin pierced a Naga Jia's heart, the cold blood sprinkled on Thrall's face, making the orc subconsciously get up.

He saw a stag-like creature rushing into the group of Naga with a spear in his hand, he also saw a scene where a roaring bear smashed Naga's head, and finally a tall man with two axes A big figure, Thrall could see the iconic black bat-like hood in the night.

That's... that's Rexxar, warrior of the old and new tribes... a legend among orc warriors...

The moment he saw Rexxar, Thrall's mind relaxed, his vision went dark, and he passed out.

so far so good...