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"Lost ...... Failed! Haka roared. He almost had to whip the upper elf closest to him, but he eventually took it back. He looked at Savis with frustration in his eyes: "We have failed. The Hellbeast made an ominous bark at the Inu-King's side, responding to its master's anger.

Savis wasn't much happier either. I finally got a spare cornerstone from the hard-to-speak Prince Farodis. However, progress in the construction of the portal has remained stagnant.

If there was anything to celebrate, it was that a handful of demon guards had intermittently entered the plane with the help of Haka.

The Empress was greatly appreciative and satisfied with the first sight of these new warriors, who were very different from her people, and became more and more interested in what they called the deity, Sargeras.

Thus, the order that Savis received from the Empress was almost in agreement with that of his true master - to welcome the great god Sargeras into Kalimdor at any cost.

However, things are not as easy as they think.

Even now, another group of demon guards, with the help of the upper elves, have entered the real territory without hindrance. However, these quantities are still too small. This will not help to welcome the arrival of important people.

"What can we do?" Savis asked. "We've done our best. The only way ......"

He turned his gaze to the portal entrance, where the rest of the Upper Elves continued their efforts to make it stronger. "We have to ask him."

Confusion flashed across Haka's face, but that didn't stop Savis from making up his mind.

He took a step forward and fell to his knees at the entrance. He was ready to take responsibility for his failures, he had to do so, he had no choice.

However, before Sarvis's knee touched the ground, a voice rang in his head.

"Is the entrance reinforced?"

"No, sir, the work is not going as smoothly as we would like."

For a moment, the emotions that came through his mind almost crushed the Night Elves with angry threats, but soon the feeling passed.

"What are you looking for, say."

Savis explained his other bold idea, which was to cut the Well of Eternity from everything else except the palace, and Savis was well aware of what this meant to the Night Elves who relied on the magic of the Well of Eternity, but at this moment, defeat made him firm again.

"Your determination satisfies me." The deity on the other side finally replied, "The first man I sent did not do his duty......"

Almost at the same time, behind Savis, the dog let out a sound that bordered on frustration.

"I'll be assigned to you another, and you must make sure this entrance is ready for him."

"The other one, my majesty?"

"I'll send you one of my own now...... One of my commanders. He thinks about what is necessary...... And it's fast. ”

The voice gradually withdrew from his head. Savis shook a few times, and the sudden departure of the voice made him dizzy, as if someone had severed one of his arms. Another high-level elf helped him and grabbed his arm.

Harvey looked at Haka, and the Inu-King didn't seem happy at all, even though the Counsellor had heard the most wonderful news. "He's going to send us a commander of his own! Do you know which one it is? ”

The dog king anxiously put away his whip. Beside him, two hellbeasts huddled aside, "yes, I know which one, my Night Elf master." ”

"We have to be ready! He said he would come! ”

Despite some trouble, Haka followed Savis. Savis placed him in the middle of the upper elves. The two men combined knowledge and skill into one, and did their best to keep this entrance open for a long time.

The fireball grew larger and larger, and various sparks flew out from time to time. It began to contract, almost breathing, and its entrance grew larger, accompanied by a savage roar.

Savis's face was already dripping with sweat, but he didn't care at all. The glory of what he sought gave him strength. Even more than the Inu-King, he threw himself into spell-making. These spells are not just something to be mastered, but to be scaled to the point where they need to be.

The entrance was gradually stretched out, and it was almost touching the ceiling. Suddenly, a huge black shadow squeezed in from it, and it was terrifying. But for Savis, it's just too wonderful. He couldn't help but scream to thank the Creator. There was now a Celestial Commander standing here, and Hakka seemed worthless to him.

"Elune, save us!" One of the other mages gasped and shouted. He tugged at his mana, and he almost destroyed the entrance. Harvey could barely grasp the controls, and he continued to push them in place until everyone else woke up.

A huge hand stretched out, he had only four fingers, but large enough to almost grasp the head of the counselor. Now it reached forward and pointed a finger at the absent-minded culprit. A voice that was both roaring and rumbling like a volcanic eruption uttered a - but inaudible word.

The Night Elf fell to the ground and cried out. His body was crumpled like a damp cloth had been wrung out. Accompanied by the staccato cries was the short sound of a strange procession. Most of the other upper elves immediately looked there, and Haka's Hellbeast lowered its body and whimpered.

The black flames erupted with a terrifying force that encircled the hapless wizard. The flames came to consume him like a wolf, and soon the wizard was left with only a few ashes on the floor, proving that he had once been here.

"There will be no more failures." A thunderous voice said.

If the Inu-King and the Demon Guard weren't enough to surprise Harvey, then only the gods could make him feel awe-inspired. However, he was covered in a green flaming mane from head to tail, and had wide leather wings on his back. Although the wings were wide, Savis still doubted that he could support such a large body. The terrifying figure walked forward with thick and strong limbs, and its huge tail swept back and forth on the ground, and its body and posture were reminiscent of dragons.

The skin, which is not covered by black armor, is dark gray-green. He stood at least sixteen feet tall, twice the height of Haka. The roof of the jaw sprouted fangs that cut through the ceiling, and a dagger-shaped tooth the length of a Night Elf's finger. The thick eyebrows completely obscured his eyes, and the eyes given by the Creator were glaring down at the Counselor, and the Dog King.

"You've let him down." The winged commander said.

"I-" Haka paused in protest and looked up, "I have no excuse to say, Manolos. ”

Manolos tilted his head slightly, looking at the Inu-King as if he were studying the little dirt he didn't want to see on the tablet. "Yes, you don't have ......"

The hellbeast to Haka's right suddenly whimpered loudly. Black flames have enveloped the terrified Hellbeast. It rolled helplessly on the ground, trying to extinguish a fire that there was no way to extinguish. Flames spread over it and then consumed it...... When only a wisp of green smoke remained where the Hellbeast had stood, Manolos said to the Inu-King again, "There will be no more failures. ”

Savis was terrified, but it was a fear of wonder and glory. This is the embodiment of power. He knows how to turn defeat into victory.

The black gaze turned to Savis. Manolos inhaled sharply through his nose, then nodded, "Your Majesty agrees with your efforts, Night Elves. ”

He was blessed! Savis bent lower: "Thank you!" ”

"The plan will follow the steps. We will remove all possible obstacles from the rest of the world. The arrival of His Majesty can be well started. ”

"Your Majesty, then...... Will he come? ”

Manolos gave him a big smile, big enough to swallow the counselor: "Oh yes, when the world is clean...... Sargeras himself would love to come here, he would want to, would love to come. ”

"So what are we waiting for?"

Manolos lowered his head, his eyes burning with green flames looking straight at the counselor's black prosthetic eyes, and the huge eyes clearly reflected the counselor's expression full of ambition and desire. This expression was admired by Manolos, so even his tone became kind. "A bright future requires determination and sacrifice. And you, are you ready? ”

Darkness has fallen, and the world of the Night Elves has awakened. While the pious spirits began to pray, the merchants began to buy and sell. Ordinary elves went about their lives and did not feel any different from their usual nights. The world is their own choice - if nothing else, some races may think so.

But for some elves, small annoyances are invading their lives. As a result, there is also a slight deviation in their daily life patterns and concepts.

An older moon guard, with long silver hair waving behind his back. Although he is the oldest among the mages, his skills are still the same, so he is still in a high position. Reciting mantras was a part of his life, and like breathing, it was a natural thing to do, without even thinking about it. A cracking startled him out of his seat, and he nearly crumpled the parchment. It turned out that a glass bottle suddenly fell to the ground. Wine and glass spilled on the gem-encrusted orange carpet that the mage had recently purchased.

The mage shushed angrily and snapped his fingers in pain as he looked at the shards. The shards of glass suddenly rose into the air, and the wine coalesced on its own, forming the shape of the container in which it had just been contained. The glass began to take shape on the periphery of the drink, but a second later, everything was spilling on the carpet again, worse than before.

The old mage looked at this, and snapped his fingers again with a grim expression.

This time, the glass and the wine moved as he had thought they would, without even the slightest misalignment. However, these objects were a bit of a grind, taking far longer than the Moon Guardian had anticipated.

The old Night Elf turned back to his parchment, trying to focus his attention once again on what was about to happen. But his eyes always slid to the bottle behind him and the wine in it. He pointed to the bottle again with his hand - and then, frowning, withdrew his finger, and turned his chair away in disappointment.

In Sulama, a great city some distance from the well of Sinsarin, the mages began a ritual that was held every night, rearranging the emerald and crystal to demarcate its borders. Under the mutual instigation, there is movement between the crystals, as if they are defending against the attacks of ordinary magic. They have never been used in anyone's memory, but people still feel great comfort in their presence.

Although there are hundreds of crystals, arranging them is not particularly troublesome. All power comes directly from the Well of Eternity, so wizards don't need to use stars to adjust the power lines from one end to the other. In fact, the most you need to do is simply twist the crystal from the top and place the obsidian at the top. This allows local spellcasters to complete several steps in just a few minutes.

But as more than half of the crystals were placed, the crystals began to dim, or even completely darkened. The mages of Suramar were well aware that what was happening now was not supposed to happen. They immediately began to check the arrangement again and again, but found no problems.

"They haven't sucked their magic from the Well of Eternity," one young mage asserted, "and something is trying to cut them off energetically!" ”

But as soon as he said that, the crystals resumed their normal activities. The older companions stared blankly at him, trying to retract the rough comments they had made about him.

However, in the next moment, almost immediately, all the crystals dimmed instantly, and the mages looked at each other, the panic and fear that they had never felt before gripped their hearts, almost making them breathless.

The entire Night Elf Kingdom, the entire continent of Kalimdor, and thousands of other species, felt lost. Their connection with the well was severed. The power they once enjoyed was gone. The vigilance grew rapidly, as if someone had reached out and stole the moon. Naturally, the inhabitants of the palace sought help from their empress and called for guidance from Azhara. They waited in front of the bolted gates, and the more people gathered. The sentry appeared expressionless, neither opening the door nor calming the surging crowd.

It wasn't until after midnight, when the spirits from most of the city flocked here, that the gates finally opened slowly. The elves crowded forward like a rushing flood. They were sure that Aishara would eventually come out and answer their pleas.

However, it was not an empress that appeared in the palace, nor was it anything that could be imagined in the Night Elf world.

The first victim of the Burning Legion, appeared.