The first to walk out of the temple of Angela was King Sarufar and his tribal soldiers, the original army of 42,000 people, now there are less than 20,000 left, more than 50% of the battle damage, and everyone is still wounded, if it were not for the shaman and witch doctor in the team who are desperately healing, even this person would not be able to get out.

King Sarufar was badly wounded, and in order to help his soldiers relieve the pressure, he fought the Twin Emperors alone.

Although he defeated the strong enemy, he was also nearly blind in his left eye, his whole body was covered with wounds, and he was slashed from the front of his chest to the bottom of his ribs, which almost cut him in half.

Two ugly bug-man heads were thrown to the ground by him, and a huge two-handed sword, Kalimdor's revenge was captured by him, and now he stuck it in the rock as a trophy.

"I'm fine, please go treat those soldiers first." He refused treatment from several druids and stood up straight like a javelin.

Even if she is not a professional healer, Vanessa can see that the loss of King Sarufar's body is very large, not to mention continuous battles, but also to face the whispers of the ancient gods, King Sarufar's physical condition has dropped a lot, and this loss is permanent, this result is a bit cruel for a legendary warrior.

Is there any way to cure it? Vanessa glanced at Tyrande, who shook her head slightly.

If tribal warriors are bleeding and physical injuries, then the alliance side is tears, mental injuries.

Leo Rick. Feng. Duke Zeldiger was helped out of the temple of Angela by the soldiers, many of whom had expressions of unknown meaning on their faces, not fear, worry, fright, or any kind of negativity, but rather a mixture of all emotions.

There are not only negative emotions, but also positive things, happiness mixed with sadness, joy mixed with frustration, positive, negative, recognizable, unrecognizable, the ancient gods planted the seeds of chaos in the hearts of every soldier, they were confused, their expressions were numb, they didn't know what they were doing, and they didn't know where they were.

When to fight, with whom, when did the battle start, and how did the battle end? They didn't know it, and the memories in their minds were extremely confused.

The Dragon Legion also rescued three dragons trapped in the Temple of Angela, namely the blue dragon Arregos, the green dragon Merinserra, and the red dragon Keres Traz.

In the battle of quicksand thousands of years ago, their three dragons volunteered to be behind the temple, but they were lost in the Angela Temple, and the dragon army thought they were dead, but they didn't expect that they could hold on for a thousand years.

Their damage was also very large, the three dragons were in a state of confusion when they were rescued, Vanessa focused on the blue dragon Aregos, this guy looked thick eyebrows, who would have thought that he would take refuge in the old gods in the future.

The dragon's physique and mental strength are stronger than humans, but they have been subjected to the darkness for too long, but the soldiers of the Seventh Legion have regained consciousness first, and they have all lost some of their memories, and their memories of the Elder Gods are distributed in fragments.

They felt that they had only been in for a short time, and they had no idea that they had been fighting in the temple of Angela for three days.

"I don't think it's that long? According to my feelings, that's half a day, right? "Leorick. Feng. Duke Zeldiger said.

King Sarufar also told about his feelings, and he didn't think that his side had fought for three days, without eating or sleeping for three days? This must not be exhausting to death?

Could it be that the speed of time is different? Vanessa wasn't sure about that, and she didn't continue to dwell on the timing.

"Alas, I remember that I got a trophy, where did it come from, I found it! In this ...... "Leorick. Feng. Duke Zeldiger's memory is also very vague, he only knows that he has been fighting, and he has no memory of how he defeated the enemy and how he ran out.

"Who should I give this to you? Or which of you would want it? He pulled out a strange lilac object from his bag, with a vertical pupil in the center, and small milky white tentacles all around.

This thing looked like a huge eyelid, more than fifty centimeters in diameter, and it looked lifeless, as if it were just ordinary flesh and blood, but the rotten and heavy aura in it could still be felt.

it! Vanessa was so frightened that she almost jumped up, Cthun's eyes?

She didn't dare to ask for this thing if she had three more guts, and people who couldn't think about it would remove such a thing!

"Don't, ahem, I'm weak...... Leave it to the High Priest of Tyrande! Vanessa was adamant no, unusually resolute.

Tyrande was a little speechless, she could also see the essence of this thing, and her smile was extremely reluctant: "It's better to leave it to the Dragon Legion to deal with." ”

The dragons also shook their heads like rattles, how crazy do they have to be to ask for this thing? The best way to deal with this thing is to throw it back, but with the defeat of the Elder God, his prison is closed again, and he can't find the entrance if he wants to throw it back.

Several dragons looked at Leorick. Feng. Duke Zeldiger's eyes were complicated, so dignified, what are you doing with this thing?

"This is the capture of you humans, I think it should be handed over to humans......"

"No, no, the willpower of humans is very weak, and I think it's better to leave it to the Dragon Legion for safekeeping."

"Leave it to the Night Elves, then?"

"Your Highness Minahir, you should take it! I think a hundred pastors will purify this thing. ”

They push each other! No one dares to ask for it, and the attitude is very resolute, don't, absolutely don't!

In the end, Vanessa also felt tired, and her chin was a little against King Sarufar in the distance, which means leave it to the tribe to deal with, after all, the tribe is the commander of this coalition, if Thrall can't purify this thing, give it to King Sarufar to take back the soup to replenish his body!

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The news of the defeat of the Elder Gods did not spread to the outside world, but those strong people at the apex of this world could still sense it.

Grandma Egwene knew, Thrall knew, and so did the Lich King of Northrend.

Arthas has always had his own mind, he is not a puppet, much less an energy vessel.

He knew the existence of the Elder Gods, and he also knew what kind of power the Elder Gods represented.

According to his distorted worldview, the intelligent beings of Azeroth could not defeat the Elder Gods, as they were at odds with each other and fought every day over trivial matters that they did not know what to do.

Arthas believes that only by killing them all, turning them all into undead, and using his own will to harness the will of all people, can he defeat the ancient gods, he has never changed, and he is saving the world.

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