"Paladin, believe me, we have to go down. This spell only lasts for a short time, and once it dissipates, we will never be able to enter the water again. ”

"Stick to the wall of the passage, move quickly, rest assured, you will not be thrown out of the passage, it is in a very stable state."

Seeing Ares' surprised expression, Grand Druid Joyce explained as much as he could. Although he didn't have time to explain at all.

After exchanging glances with Sylvanas, Ares took a deep breath and jumped into the underwater passages like the other Night Elves. It's like entering the underwater world, and the water under your feet can be stepped on! It's constantly flowing, and when you step on it, you can make a splash, but you don't step on it. This supernatural phenomenon caused Ares to lose all three views again...... Well, everything in the magical world cannot be explained...... It's like the power of magic, you can never see how it works......

Surrounded by the sound of whistling water, Ares and Sylvanas stomped through the seemingly dangerous waterways.

A few minutes later, I was just stepping on land on my front foot. On the back foot, the turbulent lake bottom channel began to collapse. The underwater passage seems to be rapidly squeezed because it cannot withstand the pressure of the lake, making a deafening loud noise.

The lake was overhead, but at the bottom of the lake was another piece of land, and just as Ares was curious that this geography was contrary to the principle of the communicator, the shouts of the Hammer Dwarves caught Ares' attention. Looking back, Ares was once again shocked by what he saw...... In the game, the bottom of the Panya Reservoir is a swamp and mud field, and the Viper Temple is hidden behind a small waterfall. And at this moment, in front of Ares's eyes, it is a city...... At the end of the swamp and mud is a huge underwater city!

The high and low underground palace buildings are scattered on the mountainside, and the fortresses are one after another, like a giant castle, and on the top of the hill, there is a gorgeous white palace. Since the sun cannot reach the bottom of the lake, the buildings here actually shine on their own. Just like the giant mushroom forests outside, the bottom of the lake shook violently due to the druid's spell, and at this moment, the Naga had poured out of their nests, gathered in front of their city gates, and defended their underwater city.

It can be seen that the main body of the leading Naga leader is significantly larger than the other Naga, like a half-human, half-fish monster, standing in the center of the Naga army.

Soon, the Night Elf druids and warriors in the front row confronted the Naga Sirens. There was not a word of nonsense, there was not a bit of pre-war mobilization, and the vanguard troops of both sides collided together without saying a word.

Obviously, without much nonsense, both sides know the purpose of each other's visit. One to protect themselves, the other to destroy the other. There is no need for much nonsense about the relationship between sworn enemies.

On the front line, there was the sound of metal swords clashing, and the faint blue light reflected the swords and shadows of the Cenarion coalition army and the Naga army.

And the Great Druid quickly roared and turned into a giant bear form, charging in the direction of the Naga army.

At the bottom of the Panya Reservoir, a big battle has been ignited.

In the eyes of the Night Elves, the Naga are murderers and demons who have destroyed the fragile ecological balance of the Zangar Swamp. For the Naga clan, any ecological balance, any natural way, is nonsense, and only to ensure that the grand cause of Lord Illidan can be realized, is the most important.

"For the sake of Illidan, for the sake of Queen Vasqui, charge ......"

Far away, Ares could hear the roars of the Nagas. It was a grievance from the upper elves 10,000 years ago. They fight like demons, weaving their way through the ranks of the Night Elves, stabbing them with their razor-sharp tridents and harpoons. The Night Elf druids tore these half-human, half-fish monsters apart with their razor-sharp teeth and claws.

Far away, the ranged units of both sides began to cast spells.

The druids closed their eyes and mingled with the spirits of nature, the waters were suffering and tormented, and they hated the arrival of the Naga and the destruction of the environment on which they depended.

Soon, the plants under the water responded to the call of the druids, they selflessly sacrificed their lives, countless vines and roots broke out of the ground from the bottom of the water, entangled the Naga Siren who was fighting with the night elves, the great druid Joyce could even feel the touch of these vines and roots wrapped around Naga's body, like a python strangling its prey, in the angry denunciation of the plant, those strong Naga warriors were strangled one by one, strangled their throats, and then, the roots and tendrils violently exerted force, Bite deep into the bodies of these Naga warriors.

Scarlet blood flowers burst out from the Naga Siren's body. Like an unstoppable spring, it stained their bodies red.

Under the spell of the druids, the roots and vines of the plants continued to stretch until they stretched to an astonishing length, trapping the kraken's bodies firmly on the ground, tying their hands so that the Night Elf warriors could easily stab their long knives into Naga's body.

At the same time, the Naga Sirens are also struggling to cut down these vines and roots that grow from the ground. With each slash, the plants let out a silent wail, a pleasure that connected the druids, and the druids could even feel as if their arms had been severed alive. But, despite the pain, they were still preoccupied with casting spells.

It's a life-and-death battle.

At the same time, the Naga Sirens are breaking the druid's spells, freezing the growing vines and roots with ice arrows. Then use a blunt object to smash these annoying things. Every time they destroy a plant, they are very excited, this is the taste of destruction, so wonderful, 10,000 years ago, they were forgotten by this world, and now, revenge has become the hungrie thing in their hearts.

The Naga Siren Lord Karaselas drew his heavy bow and shot five Night Elf soldiers with a single shot. On the battlefield, this Deepwater Lord, who was significantly larger than the other Naga, was like a heavy meat grinder. He used his serpentine body to squirm quickly in the damp mud, shooting the Night Elf hunters and moonlight guards from a distance, while the Night Elf warriors who approached him were knocked away by his strong and powerful body, and even the savage and bloodthirsty Karaselas gave up shooting when his opponent approached, sending the heavy arrow that was more than one long and directly into his opponent's body.

The moment the Night Elf warrior was pierced, blood stained the Deepwater Lord's chest and hands red.