"Oh? Has it already been triggered? ”

Shindora, who was planting traps in the human camp and enchanting the walls, turned her head to look at the side of Ashenvale.

Her eyes went through the tall trees of Mount Hyjal, the clear stream, all the way down. It was as if she saw the Great Chief, who had already treated her brother for a short time, was heading to the battlefield.

When she saw the demon king who was already dead, she shook her head and sighed twice. Talking to the corpse of the distant demon king.

Gianna noticed the strangeness of the demons, and while the Night Elves and the High Elves who accompanied her respected her, more people were wary of her.

Now that the Demon King's body is churning with the power of darkness, the Archmage has a deep understanding of how terrible she really is during this period of time. The arcane brilliance already appeared in her hands, and she could ensure that her army and people were teleported away as soon as there was a possibility of being attacked.

The bones of the dead destroyer began to glow with a strange green light, and the orcs, who had long since gone away, seemed to sense something. He looked back at the place where the battle was fought with some trepidation, but the wounded on his body made him decide not to pay attention.

Far away in Mount Hyjal, Sudora raised her hands, and a portal with green veins appeared in front of her.

Without saying a word, she continued her spell. The terrifying aura coming from the portal was felt by the humans, and everyone drew their weapons to face the demons. The teleportation spell in Gianna's hand is about to be launched.

With a bang, a massive demonic head appeared outside the portal. The demons that were obviously dead stunned the human elites, and it was a little difficult for them to accept that they were ready to suddenly see that something that made them feel uneasy was actually dead.

The demon's blood lay on the ground, and the earth withered. The grass that touched the blood turned into powder.

The Soul Collector continued his summoning, and slowly the broken demonic bodies were summoned one by one.

The red-skinned demon lord crouched in front of the dead demon's head and whispered, "Manolos, though you are dead. But you're still useful. ”

She put away the demon's mangled corpse and glanced casually at the wary human.

"Gianna, make it clear who our enemy is. It's the devil... Or is it a tribe? ”

Then the aura of the shadow on the demon king's body still appeared, and she disappeared in front of the archmage.

"Tribe... I think I can tell who the enemy is. ”

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Brooks has had a hard time these days, and this guilt-ridden old orc is revered by the haughty elves. This is something he has never mastered before. His hands were covered in the blood of the innocent, and in Draeno he participated in the massacre of the Draenei, and in Azeroth he participated in the Dark Gate War. He had killed the incapable civilians, even the children, with his own hands.

When he came to his senses from the power of the blood, he always wanted to wash away his sins.

"Lady Tyrande, you don't come to see me every day." The old orc felt a little embarrassed to see the powerful elven leader come to meet him again.

"Brooks, most of the world's beings will be in awe and obey me. But you are not one of them, you are a friend of Cadore forever. Tyrande's eyes were fixed on the orc in front of her, and she thought she would never see the orc who had saved her countless times again.

"I don't know, Tyrande... Tyrande, I haven't done anything, I'm just an executioner trying to wash my sins away. When he saw the priestess's blaming gaze, he could only change his words.

"You don't know yet, but you will. Brooks, everything you've done deserves the respect you face now. ”

Given the rules of time, Tyrande didn't say anything more. She turned and walked back towards the elven camp. It would be nice to have one more look at the guard before he disappeared.

She's lost so many people that she's so lucky to have one again.

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"Tyrande, have you gone to see Brooks again?" The Grand Druid Malfurion came to his lover, and he could understand why the priestess saw the orc heroes so often.

"Honey, it's great to see him again. I thought I'd never see them again. Darth Lema and Eren died five thousand years ago... I won't be there anymore. If they're still there... Kadore will be stronger..."The priestess snuggled into her lover's arms, telling her thoughts of her former comrades.

"We'll see them again someday... We'll have to hug them a little more. "Who wouldn't miss it, the great druid, who also misses his comrades.

If you really solve it with your own way this time, then I should meet them soon...

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"Uhhhhhh Natural disasters began to recover.

Some strange bugs have emerged from the Decay, servants found by the Lich King in the frozen beneath of Northrend.

The tall stitching monster emerges from the psychic tower, and the corpse thrower moves under the manipulation of the undead engineers.

The ice of death is also beginning to revive. It was a resurrected bone dragon.

When the frostbone dragon appeared in the sky with an overwhelming gargoyle.

"Arthas, you're crazy..."Gianna said her lover's name, was he really unable to save it anymore?

"Attack!" The Lich Winter Chill appears at the command of the Scourge Legion. The departing Death Knight and the Grand Lich gave him the remaining command of the undead.

He was proud of it, but he didn't know that he was just a flag to be abandoned.

"Prepare to defend! Tower shield up! Stingguns! Watch out for the top of your head, those who see spiders for the first time are mindful, don't die at the hands of this kind of thing. ”

A squad leader quickly gave the order, and the human soldiers who survived the natural disaster were all true elites. They have learned how to defend themselves against the undead in the simplest of ways.

Karma! Piercing cries emanated from the mouth of the crypt spiders, and together they spat out sticky silk. The wise creatures of the ancient gods, who had been divided into the gods, were now ruled by the Catastrophe, abandoning their 10,000-year-old civilization and wisdom to mingle with the brainless undead.

In the face of natural disasters, there is only one end for the loser...

"Get out of those nets!" After seeing a soldier stuck in a web that suddenly appeared and dragged back to the fate of the undead, everyone knew about the insidious place of these new undead.

"Net... Mages, unleash a firestorm against these undead. ”

One of Gianna's advisor mages commands the mage troops. After the fall of Dalaran, many mages crossed the Endless Sea to find Gianna. As a pupil of Antonidas, Gianna is already an archmage, and has the ability to rebuild Dalaran.

Raging flames erupted from the ground. This high-level fire spell from the High Elves is powerful and destructive. What's especially interesting is that it can be released by stacking multiple people.

A single firestorm may not do much damage to the Scourge army, but when twenty mages are unleashed together, it becomes a terrible nightmare for the Scourge.

Stitch monsters covered in rotting grease, dried ghouls and zombies, wooden corpse machines, and crypt demons with cold skin but easy to ignite with the threads in their stomachs are also ignited from the inside.

For a while, except for the vanguard and the undead at the end, most of the natural disasters in the middle were clear.

"A bunch of brainless idiots!" The lich raised his hand and called out to the ice. The endless cold winds from Northrend brought an icy chill to the ever-blooming Hyjal Mountains.

The spells cast by the combined efforts of many mages were easily extinguished, and the necromancers around the lich chanted psychic spells.

Most of the scourge that had not yet been completely destroyed was beginning to recover under the effects of this dark magic.

"Let the Stitching Monsters and Ghouls rush straight into the camp of those humans! The Crypt Demon continues to spray spider silk. The gargoyle grabs a stone and throws it at the enemy. Prepare the Frost Dragon, who needs to spray his own dragon breath at any moment. ”

The lich gave his orders, and the wizards around him quickly commanded the undead to attack.

Although the humans swore to resist to the death, the monsters of the natural disaster in the impact of the stitching monsters still rushed into the camp.

The ghoul's agile figure jumped extremely fast, and the human soldiers had no way to defend themselves against the ghoul's claws because of the spider silk on the ground. For a time, there were heavy casualties.

"Retreat! Don't stand on those nets. Gianna herself arrived at the battlefield, directing the soldiers to retreat, powerful arcane in her hands forming a barrier to help the soldiers resist the Scourge attack.

It was at this time that a team she had never seen before appeared in front of her.

The black-armored human knight rode his horse into the Scourge, a dwarven priest called for the help of the Holy Light, the orc assassin of Kuroko appeared directly in the group of Scourge wizards and went on a killing spree, a High Elf mage threw a huge fireball directly at the lich's head, and a strange creature stood beside the archmage: "The stars have fallen!" ”

"You... Who is it? "The black-armored knight gave Gianna a bad feeling, as if she had seen Arthas.

The Dwarven Priest walked up to Gianna, and as she treated the wounded, she said to the Archmage, "Lady Gianna, we are an adventurous party. We passed by and saw natural disasters and demons, so we came to help. Trust us, we are friends. ”

"Ahh In just a few moments, the lich was killed by the black knight, and the lich looked at the guy in front of him incredulously before he died, "You are... You are... How can it be! ”

His soul was purified directly by the priest, and the lich died completely on Mount Hyjal before he became famous.