Ares had imagined the first encounter between the Alliance and the Night Elves, but no matter how much he imagined it, he would never have imagined that it would be like this. Sal even had to act as an intermediary to introduce the two sides to each other. Obviously, the Night Elves at this moment are almost fighting as an independent faction. They do not belong to the Union, nor do they belong to the tribe. Instead, he took part in the battle as the defender of Karimdo. Just like their conquest of the Angela Zerg a thousand years ago, fate is dictated.

"They are as proud as the elves of Quel'Thalas."

Dai Lin stood in front of the army and said disdainfully. Ares could feel the deep dissatisfaction in this sentence, humans in the long-term contact with the High Elves, felt that those white-skinned, long-eared creatures always regarded themselves as superior, so most humans were not so friendly to the High Elves. And now, the Night Elves felt the same way to the Alliance soldiers, proud and self-conscious...... In the distance, they lined up in a neat battle formation, and they didn't even glance at these newly recognized allies......

The only thing the Alliance soldiers liked was that these Night Elf archers looked as good as the elves of Quel'Sala, but their faces were incomparable to those of Quel'Thalas. It belongs to the kind of people who want to commit crimes when they look at the back, and want to dig holes when they look at the front.

"The time is almost up, Shilomah."

In front of the soldiers of the three armies, I saw a dwarven warrior slowly walking up to the priestess, whispering a language that only they could understand between them.

If nothing else, Ares guesses that the dwarf is Brian. Brass beard, one of Azeroth's greatest explorers, is not one. In the past, when I was playing games, I could see this product everywhere I went. Now it looks like he's slightly shorter than he thought he was, and he's not as tall as his big brother Magni. Copper whiskers are as strong. It's the kind of short and concise, and the real strength of this guy is not his actual combat ability, but his incomparably erudite brain, and he knows almost all the secrets of Azeroth......

"I know, this moment, I've been waiting for a long time......"

The Night Elf priestess Hiloma spoke, holding the scepter, and slowly walked up to the pedestal of the gong. The sky and the earth are vast, or the color of the dusk, or the endless desert, and even, it is still the same warrior who sees death as if he were home. The picture from a thousand years ago seems to have happened yesterday, with insects flapping their wings in the sky and dragons roaring past, obscuring the sky. Yes, it all seems to have been yesterday.

However, it was not yesterday. Today, standing here are not only the troops of the Night Elves, but also countless unfamiliar faces. They came from across the ocean, from another strange continent. They call themselves the Union. To the left of this force were the new tribes that had participated in the Battle of Mount Hyjal.

In front of the wall of scarabs, no less than 200,000 allied troops have gathered at this moment.

Shiloma stood on a pedestal, the gong in front of her like a decaying statue, telling of thousands of years of sorrow.

"It's time to finish."

The Night Elf whispered.

Everyone watched the scene, and the 200,000 allied troops were silent in front of the ancient city. As if she could hear her own heartbeat, the Night Elf struck the magical gong in front of everyone's attention.

It heralds the coming of a war of the century.

The coalition forces are boiling, and today, they are gathered from all over the world for this moment. In order to completely capture the temple of Angela and completely destroy these dark and evil creatures from Azeroth.

Above the quicksand, the roars of the orcs and the shields of the human warriors reverberate.

However, in the minutes that followed the gong ringing, the Angela Temple was so quiet. Outside the scarab wall, not even a trace of insect chirping could be heard. Only the rustle of the wind through the couch.

So much so that the crowd even began to wonder if the quicksand scepter in the hands of the Night Elf priestess was real.

However, just when the coalition forces were confused, there was a commotion under the wall of the scarab. Ares and Thrall were the first to hear it, it was the rustling sound of countless insects squeezing and rubbing against each other.

Immediately after, the earth was lifted like a thin ceiling. Countless pieces of gravel filled the front of the coalition soldiers.

The terrifying power churns underground, like a roaring flood and a rushing mudslide.

Where Helomar had just stood, there was even more sand and mist.

The terrifying roar of giant insects sounded from the sand mist, and when the sand and dust fell, the crowd saw clearly, it was dozens of desert rhinoceros insects that were larger than ogres!

At the same time, from the feet of these behemoths, countless rampaging bugs were released!

They were like demons that had been imprisoned underground for thousands of years, roaring and pounced on everything they saw.

At the same time, the orcs went berserk.

The beastly roar resounded through the coalition positions, and in a burst of roars, the horde's army began to charge first, and the earth began to tremble. The Kalimdor coalition forces braved the wind and sand and launched a deadly general assault on the swarm.

In this way, the massive insect swarm launched a frontal assault with the horde army.

The heavens and the earth were dark.

The Night Elves drew their bows and arrows at the first opportunity, and countless arrows flew neatly over the heads of the tribal army, sprinkled like goose feathers and snow on the swarm.

"All attack!"

Following the Horde charge, Dai Lin gave the order for all to attack.

The warriors of the Alliance followed their commander and charged.

On both flanks, Jean's Gilneth Legion and Thrall's Wolf Knights also launched an onslaught on the swarm.

It's almost a formationless sprint.

The only sound on the scene was the roar of the orcs and the roar of the swarms.

Finally, under the rolling heat, the Kalimdor coalition forces collided with the Angela swarm like a tidal wave.

For a while, the heavens and the earth changed color, and on the swarm front, countless jumping insects frantically tore at the orc warriors. Their forelimbs fell like sharp scythes.

The orc warriors also fought back frantically.

Heavy axes and war hammers fell at breakneck speed, countless insects were disemboweled, and green insect fluid flew into the air. The scarlet blood of the orcs gushed out like a fountain.

A real bloodstained battlefield.

In the moment of the battle, thousands of orc warriors and Angela Wormmen had been killed.

It's so crazy, so wild, on both sides. The insects attacked tirelessly and painlessly, and the orcs also slaughtered all the insects in front of them. Countless bug limbs were removed, and the bodies of orc warriors were punctured by bug limbs. Bloody battles are raging.

At the same time, the rain of arrows from the Night Elves continued to fall. Wave after wave, never stopping.

The bipedal wyvern flew up from the rear of the position, culling the Angela Flying Worm.

It's a full-scale war, from the ground to the ground, to the air......