The red-black nightmare scar, like an ugly scar, divided the originally beautiful Valsara into a thousand nightmares. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Like a ravine, where the Nightmare army has trodden, the land has become strangely barren, muddy, and barren!

And even worse is yet to come, even in the forests that have been destroyed by lightning and fire, the magic of nature will eventually bring them back to life. And the traces of nightmares...... But it is a terrible red-black network that destroys life and nature, and this is a terrible, dirty nightmare.

The cool breeze blew Savis's blood-red hair.

Sniffing the remaining blood in the air, Savis frowned slightly, and a hideous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He loved the area of the Deeper Temple, most of the Broken Isles seemed to be in the middle of summer forever, and he felt uncomfortable with the rich fragrance of flowers blooming and everything sprouting, and the cool breeze of the Moon Temple, located in the heart of the primeval jungle of Valsara, woke him up.

In front of and behind Savis, his army, an army of tens of thousands of nightmares, was tirelessly weaving through the corpse-strewn roads.

"Tyrande, Santis Hazuki, you can't run."

Speaker Savis wiped the remaining blood from the elven sentinels captured by the nightmare creatures. Although the wounded elven sentinels had tried to sneak up on Savis, they had not succeeded, and at this point, there was no point in trying to stop the Nightmare.

Now the Temple of the Moon and the land with Valsara belong to the Nightmare Legion.

"My army of nightmares, continue to march south, our prey has not yet left the Broken Isles, has not left our territory."

Savis rode forward, swinging his staff and pointing south, in the former court of Assuna, and he learned from the captured sentry that Monsoon and his party were thinking in that direction.

"Quack!"

A strange sound came from the throats of the nightmare creatures, and they obeyed Savis's orders and began to head in the direction of Asuna in the south.

……

Evening.

In the Sastara region, in the quiet woodland camp, the coalition of the two clans that broke through was hurrying to rest, and with the soldiers, some priests, elven priests, and more than a thousand wounded.

The roaring bonfire, reflecting everyone's faces, brought a rare warmth to these people who were struggling in dangerous places. However, it seemed that even this little peace had to be broken, and a roar of urgency and anxiety came from afar.

"Urgent military intelligence!"

A Night Elf scout staggered towards the camp, eventually stumbling to the ground in the center of the camp.

The scout who fell to the ground turned pale and anxious. Holding his still bleeding chest, he took out a letter from his chest despite the pain and exhaustion.

Seeing the scout's embarrassed and dangerous appearance at this time, not only Tyrande and Malfurion's faces were ugly, but even Monsoon, who was sitting opposite the two of them, was resting on the ground with his back, but also suddenly turned pale and put away his lazy appearance.

The scout, who had lost too much blood, was pale and bloodless, and his body was also crumbling, and a terrifying wound on his chest that was half a foot long and deep and visible to the bones was constantly spurting blood outward, and the original silver-white battle robe had already been soaked in blood red! One of the scout's arms was even broken at the root, and the wound on the severed arm was obviously a hideous scar left by the bite and pull of the sharp claws and fangs!

At this moment, Monsoon and Conn glanced at each other and did not speak, but both of them knew at this moment that this time there was a big trouble!

This dragon eagle knight was one of the members of the scout team that Malfurion had sent out not long ago to spy on the movement behind him. In order to ensure the safety of the scouts and the timely transmission of information, Malfurion sent five teams, a full fifteen people! But now, only this one has returned, and it is still such a miserable appearance.

You don't have to guess to know that these scouts sent out to scout the back road must have experienced a tragic battle in order to pass on the information back! Of the fifteen elite with high skills, only one has returned from serious injury, and the others are probably more than lucky!

And here, the only thing that can bring them such heavy casualties is probably the large-scale Nightmare Army! And the appearance of the Nightmare troops can only mean that the main enemy force has been forced up, and it is close at hand!

Once again, an unprecedented crisis is quietly coming!

"High Priest, Speaker, the main force of the Nightmare, is approaching, tens of thousands of Nightmare creatures are not more than a hundred miles away from us!" Almost with a strong breath of relief, the seriously injured scout intermittently turned the conjecture of the worst of the monsoon into reality!

"Of the comrades in the scout and scout team, only me and I escaped, and the rest have all died in order to cover me."

Almost after explaining the information, the scout, who had rushed back in one breath, could no longer hold back, and fell to the ground as soon as his eyes were black.

"Treatment! Heal this warrior's wounds! Hurry!"

Malfurion's eyes were quick, and he grabbed the elven scout's body, ignoring the blood on his hands, and shouted loudly.

By the time several priests carried the scout away from Malfurion's hands, Malfurion had already looked at Monsoon, who was frowning and silent, with a serious face.

"Brother, what are we going to do?"

Malfurion was still waiting for Monsoon to speak, while Conn asked Monsoon directly.

It was tens of thousands of Nightmare troops, and in the face of such a fierce rolling army, and the troops in everyone's hands were overstretched, it was no wonder that Conn, who had always behaved calmly, was also full of anxiety.

"Aside from the priests and the wounded, how many more soldiers do we have to fight?"

Hearing Conn's slightly anxious inquiry, Monsoon didn't answer directly, but asked another question.

"There were less than 3,000, and although the breakthrough operation was very smooth, and there were not many warriors who died, almost everyone in the warrior troops on the front line was wounded...... If you are full of calculations, you can only piece together these combat powers. ”

Conn thought for a moment, and quickly gave a general answer, he knew the current strength of the army.

"Are there only 3,000 troops left that can fight? It seems that there is only one way in front of us now, so let's get ready to go! Don't waste time. As soon as the words fell, Monsoon sighed, and continued, "From now on, we can't rest for a moment, and we will go to the Asuna region as soon as possible, and only by escaping to Asuna will we have a chance." ”

With the destruction of the royal court of Asuna by the Tide Stone, Asuna has now become a water-filled area, and most of the nightmare creatures are monsters that have lost their consciousness and heart, they can't water, and if they can evacuate to Asuna, Monsoon and his party will have a chance to live.

"That's right, I have to go now!"

As he spoke, Malfurion gave the order to leave.