In Lirenari, a distant imperial city, there is an immortal legend that when the sky is dark, thick smoke appears on the ground, cracks appear in the line between water and sky at sea level, and a large amount of lava gushes out, which is slowly encroaching and scorching everything it encounters. The Earth is about to turn into a blazing fireball www.biquge.info and the weak humans are screaming in despair, and the various dark tribes have joined forces to invade the human race, and have driven them into a desperate situation.

At this time, the great king stepped forward, pointed his sword at the enemy, and united the many remnants of the righteous tribe. For the sake of their own survival, for the sake of the planet! Together, they formed the United Army of Lirenia to fight against the enemy. The war lasted for months, and humanity paid a terrible price! The wind was lined up, the yellow sand rolled up the scorched flags, and in the long sand, the smoking wood emitted a disgusting stench. Several vultures with horns hovered over the corpses that had not yet been completely buried by the sand, and several arrows were still on the corpses, but the broken spears were still in the hands of the corpses. In the distance, the shouts of tearing and killing are endless, and perhaps there will be tens of thousands more corpses tomorrow morning. The yin wind began to howl angrily, as if to awaken the dead soul.

However, justice finally triumphed over darkness, but the land after the war was already devastated. The scorched black earth was everywhere, the corpses of warriors were scattered all over every barren mountain, and blood stained every river! The wind still howls over Lirenia, the circling vultures still seem to refuse to leave, and the dead soldiers seem to be still shouting on the battlefield. You don't see, Qinghai head, no one collects the white bones in ancient times, the new ghosts are annoyed and the old ghosts are crying, and the sky is cloudy and rainy. The great king, who could not bear the destruction of his beautiful homeland in the flames of war, grieved and stuck his sword under the city gate, vowing to spread peace throughout the world! He led the vast number of people who also loved this land deeply, and with his wrinkled and calloused hands, he awakened the beautiful soul of his hometown little by little・・・・・・

After 20 years, the king passed away in the respect of the world. As he left, he took one last look at the beautiful land, where the sun shone on the freshly rained grasslands; The fragrance of rice in the fields lingers around the garden; The creek collides with the fine rocks and plays a crisp music. The shadow of the calamity no longer followed, and the King, with a smile of contentment, slept forever in the Royal Gardens of Aridale, a place where there was no sorrow, only joy. And the sword, still firmly planted under the city gate, was surrounded by a piece of land, and every day they came to see this holy relic, which represented peace, and to remember the greatness of the old king for themselves and future generations. However, the world does not seem to be at peace・・・・・・

In the forest at night, the Ranger Elf Illidan was meditating on a large flat rock. It was pitch black all around, except for the glowworms that shone with a sparkling light on Illidan's handsome face. But there was no sound, not even the wind dared to blow everywhere, as the name of the forest was - the Silent Forest. Suddenly, Illidan's pointed ears moved, as if sensing something, and a dark shadow flashed in the faint fluorescence on the side, and it was getting closer and closer to him. Illidan remained silent, still meditating. The next moment, a bloodstained mace appeared on top of his head, and an orc that looked like a jackal barred its fangs and exposed its green upper body covered with green tendons, slashed at him viciously!

"Whoosh! Sou! Sou! ”

At the critical moment, three sharp arrows shot from the nearby trees, and they accurately hit the right forearm of the vicious orc. And the first arrow is inserted into it, and the peak of the second arrow immediately touches the tail of the first arrow, knocking it out, and itself is inserted in it! Finally, the third arrow followed the example of the second, and firmly pinned the hand holding the machete to the ground.

"Howl~!"

The orc's ugly face was covered with pain, and he fell to the ground screaming, and the mane on his back shook violently with his body. And Illidan on the side looked like this, as if nothing had happened. At this moment, a figure jumped down from the tree where the arrow had been shot. His ears were as pointed as Illidan's, and he wore a green cape, and his yellow hair was tied in a high ponytail. There is a small red mouth on the slightly pointed jaw, but there is a trace of murder hidden in the charming eyes.

"Sister, your archery skills have improved."

Only then did Illidan stand up, and with his leather gloved hand picked up the leaves that had just fallen on his head, he praised nonchalantly. The elf gave him a blank look, ignored him, walked up to the jackal, and stomped on its chest. The right hand pulled the dagger from his leg, placed it on his neck, and asked

"Say! Who sent you? ”

"Humph! Ugly elves, do you think we're going to give up like this? ”

The gnolls said contemptuously, smiling haughtily on their veined faces, but Illidan couldn't tell that it was laughing, but rather a look of surprise. It went on to say

"Twenty years! We've made a comeback! It won't be long! You're all going to hell! Hahaha・・・・・"

"Whew!"

As soon as the silver light passed, blood suddenly gushed out, dyeing half of the stone red, and if it weren't for Illidan's flash fast, it would have almost sprayed on them!

Illidan frowned as he pondered the gnolls' words, and a sense of foreboding came over him. At this time, it was terrifyingly quiet, and the depression seemed to surround them, and they were about to suppress their breathing.

"Brother, what do you mean by that?"

The elf on the side couldn't stand this atmosphere and asked in a low voice. Illidan looked at his sister solemnly, took a deep breath, and said heavily

"Twenty years ago, it was a catastrophe for humans and elves! The orcs have joined other dark tribes in invading our homeland. ”

There was sadness in his tone, and these words seemed to evoke some horrific memories of that disaster. Then Illidan lowered his head slightly, and continued to think

"He just said that he was making a comeback, did he say?"

Illidan's eyes suddenly widened, as if he understood something! He said with a little panicked expression

"Aurelia! Go to Lirenia and find Prince Dinas and tell him what is happening here. ”

Illidan said, looking at his sister with worry in his eyes.

"Eh~! But you haven't explained what it's all about! ”

Aurelia retorted in frustration, pouting with an unhappy expression.

However, she pursed her lips after looking at Illidan's non-joking expression. He then put two fingers to his mouth and whistled at the forest behind him.

"Meow~"

There was a cry, and then a large gray lynx sprang out and ran to the two of them. Aurelia rode up the bobcat, glanced at Illidan, then patted the animal beneath her lightly, got up and disappeared into the night. Illidan looked at his back for a moment, took a deep breath, and then turned and ran into the forest. Only the corpse of the jackal was left, and the endless loneliness of the fireflies・・・・・・

The moonlight was bright, but it didn't shine into any corner of the silent forest. The lonely leaves drifted down the trail of the wind, lying quietly on the bloodstained mace with wooden handles. The fireflies stopped flying and rested on some gravel. Several crows were surrounding the gnoll's corpse, pecking at its ugly body with their pointed beaks.

"Boom!"

A big foot stepped heavily on the side of the corpse, startling the crows and causing the fireflies to blow out the small lights! As soon as he looked at it, a gnoll man with an earthy brown mane and bare earthy yellow skin was clenching the iron mace in his hand! It wore the skull of a dead man on its forehead and shoulders, its face was covered in scars, and a black blindfold covered its left eye, apparently blind. It gritted its teeth tightly and glared at everything in front of it, and the tendons on its face twitched with rage. Behind him, hundreds of green-skinned gnolls were panting fiercely, and it seemed that the brown was their leader.

The leader sniffed the lingering scent on the ground, and then shouted behind him in the beast language,

"Hehe, huh!"

With a mace in his right hand, he pointed to the other end of the forest, then led the way forward

"Howl!"

The gnolls behind him also shouted and walked forward, stepping over the corpses of their companions. Their feet had stepped on the blood stains that had not yet dried, leaving a chaotic trail of blood on the long road, and the catastrophe followed them towards the Iron Fist Fortress, the center of the Imperial City's front-line desert!

At this time, Illidan was sprinting on the path in the woods, his feet constantly touching the ground. He was desperately rushing to his hometown of the Elven Forest to tell his companion something terrible! The whistling wind lifted his golden sideburns back, and his green cloak floated horizontally behind him. He flashed through the trees one by one, leaving only a green shadow, and soon even the green shadow disappeared into the jungle. Aurelia also hurried to Lirenia every minute. Although she didn't know what was going on, she could see from her brother's rarely panicked look that it was not simple, and it seemed to be related to the fate of their elven clan! Since their fate was at stake, she didn't dare to relax for a moment, and rushed towards her destination・・・・・・

The claws of darkness have once again reached out to this beautiful land, but the forces of justice seem to have fallen silent. Twenty years later, with the great king dead, who will pick up the sacred sword of fighting for peace? Are humans and elves going to repeat the same mistakes? Perhaps everyone's fate is in the hands of these two little elves, but everything is still unknown・・・・・・

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