An unprecedented event for all of Azeroth finally arrived at the end of May.

Humans, Dwarves, High Elves, Night Elves, Gnomes, Goblins, Minotaurs, Trolls......

One by one, the intelligent races that have appeared on the international stage of Azeroth have gathered in Silishus, just for that battle, the battle that will determine the fate of the entire world.

The Zandalar trolls arrived.

Zanza the Sleepless is their leader, and thousands of elites have come with sincerity, as well as experience and equipment to deal with the Zerg of Qila, such as certain voodoo products.

In terms of alchemy, trolls are unique, and some of them can effectively fight against their Zerg, so naturally there is no need to say more.

No doubt:

After the rise of humanity, after the various races tended to unite rather than war, the trolls of Zandalar could not see any hope of the rise of trolls for the time being, so they could only choose to integrate into the existing world stage, and strive to stand tall in the forest of nations and become an unshakable part.

Choosing to go against the world?

Sorry, the leaders of Zandalar are not stupid.

Trolls are no longer in their former glory, and they can't cling to the past.

They chose this opportunity to step onto the world stage.

The Forsaken are also coming.

Naxxramas brought with him His Majesty Fao, as well as Mage Merlin, and thousands of undead elites, including Orgrim Hammer of Doom, who was in second place among the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

Of course, there are also Tassarian and Koltila.

Fao brought the Vargri Twins, and Merlin brought a very large number of Frost Dragons.

Naxxramas is in the air.

Perhaps no race can match the Forsaken in terms of strength alone, not even the Night Elves and humans.

Races come together, and tribes and alliances fight side by side.

There are also Night Elves, Forsaken, Zandalar Trolls, and Goblins who are not part of a Horde or Alliance.

The Four Dragons are here.

Four different dragonmen form the most powerful alliance, and even the elite of Kukaron, led by King Sarufar himself, are all discolored.

In terms of individual strength alone, orcs are not comparable to dragonmen, and ogres may not be comparable.

In the sky, young dragons, young dragons or giant dragons soar.

Closest to the Wall of Beetles, four dragon representatives stand side by side.

The Red Dragon Mages Crassus, Illanicus, Karegos, and Anakennos.

At such a grand event, Chromie is not qualified to be a representative, and can only stay with the other dragons.

The leaders of the various clans stood not far away, and behind them were the elite troops they had brought with them.

The total number of troops is more than 30,000.

Not much?

Not much, really.

Compared with tens of millions of Qila Zerg, it is indeed too little.

But they are all elites, with one against ten elites.

Even if you are not a professional, you are a veteran of a hundred battles.

The number of troops gathered here is even much greater than that of the Northern Expeditionary Coalition Army.

Black pressed in one piece.

Everyone's eyes were focused on a platform under the beetle wall.

There are two people on the platform.

A man, and a woman.

The man is Jiang Zheng, the seeker of the fragments of the quicksand scepter, and the rightful hero of the world.

The woman is Shiloma, one of the two Night Elf commanders in the Battle of Quicksand a thousand years ago, one of the shaper of the Wall of Beetles, one of the most senior high priestesses of the Temple of the Moon, and one of the chosen people favored by the Moon God, in addition to Tyrande, Santis, and a few others.

A legend.

A legend who prayed to the power of the moon god and qualified to rank alongside the bronze dragon prince Anakenos.

In front of her, even Tyrande is a junior.

Now, the beetle gong is right in front of them.

So, who should ring the gong?

If anyone else had gathered the pieces of the Scepter of Quicksand, it would have been Shiloma who would have sounded the gong in the end.

Because anyone at a time like this, after seeing this unprecedented wall of beetles, knowing how many Night Elves had fallen and how many corpses they had left behind, could not but be in awe of this race.

The High Elves, who think highly of themselves, are silent, and the wild and untamable orcs bow their heads.

In the Battle of the Quicksands a thousand years ago, the sacrifice made by the Night Elves was so great that it nearly crippled the most powerful race in Azeroth.

For thousands of years, the Night Elves have also deployed a large number of troops in this desert and have been monitoring the wall.

These sacrifices are not something that ordinary people can do, or even other races.

In the face of such sacrifice, any hero can only back down.

But Jiang Zheng is an exception.

Personally participate in the killing of Akmund, single-handedly turn the tide and kill Arthas and 100,000 undead scourges, establish the kingdom of the Forsaken, stabilize the Arctic order, resurrect the bear demigod brothers, participate in the defeat of the Nightmare King Harvis, drive Ragnaros home, kill Nefarian with his own hands, and end the rule of the Black Dragon Legion in the Eastern Continent.

He also blocked the conspiracy of the jungle trolls, the conspiracy of the forest trolls, and the conspiracy of the frost trolls.

After the heavens fell apart 10,000 years ago, Azeroth never had such a hero again.

Even if it goes back to 10,000 years ago, only Malfurion is qualified to be ranked with Jiang Zheng.

However, in that battle 10,000 years ago, humans did not participate, orcs did not participate, and most of the races present did not participate, so naturally they could not empathize.

In the hearts of most people, Jiang Zheng is more worthy of respect than Malfurion.

So now, they are silent.

They were waiting for the two men to make a choice.

Only these two people are qualified to make a choice.

Shilomar didn't say a word.

She didn't even care who was going to ring the beetle gong.

She fell into the memory.

She was thinking back to that scene 10,000 years ago.

Jiang Zheng raised his head, looked at the sky, and looked at the endless desert.

When people look up at the sky, they know what eternity is.

But few people have the opportunity to set foot in the real starry sky.

There are two other eternities that most people are able to tread:

One is the ocean and the other is the desert.

Those who have been adrift in the Endless Sea all year round know what loneliness and loneliness are, but even the oldest crew member of Kul Tiras, after arriving in Silisus, will feel how gentle the sea is.

Silisus, the dry wind blowing everywhere here, the desert that you can't see at a glance, I don't know how many lives have been devoured.

Seeing this eternal desert, he knew what eternity was.

He felt the power of time.

He admired the power of time even more, like never before.

Perseverance for thousands of years is not something that anyone can do.

The night elves of Silisus have also changed batch after batch, and there are few who have been holding on to it from beginning to end.

Shiloma is one.

What kind of firm will can make a person stand against this wall for a thousand years?

Jiang Zai couldn't imagine it.

So he faced Shilomar, faced the wall of beetles, took three steps back, and waited quietly.

If he asks to ring the beetle gong himself, and this moment of history will be remembered forever by thousands of generations to come, I believe that no one will oppose you, and neither will Shilomar.

This high-ranking priestess would certainly not care about any of this.

But Jiang Zai cared.

In front of this respectable priestess, Jiang Zai knew that he was also insignificant and not worth mentioning.

He chose to back down and choose to wait.

In his view, Shiloma is history, and she is eternity.

I waited for half an hour.

The memories are long, but they are finally over.

Shiloma smiled, her gaze swept over everyone, and finally stopped at Jiang Zai.

Jiang Zai stretched out his hand, took out the quicksand scepter, and handed it to her.

Shilomar didn't excuse himself.

For a thousand years, everything is like a reincarnation.

She shaped this wall with her own hands thousands of years ago, so today, thousands of years later, it is natural for her to tear it down.

It was erected to fight against its Zerg;

Overthrowing it is also to deal with the Zerg of Qila.

The thousand-year-old night elves and the four guardian dragon legions tried their best, but they couldn't defeat the Qila Zerg, and in the end they had to choose to trap them;

But now, millennia later, the tribes of Azeroth have come together, far more powerful than the coalition forces of the past, and she sees hope.

She slowly stepped onto the base of the gong, inhaled a deep breath of dry air, and made her way to the top of the platform.

After a moment of hesitation, she used all her strength to raise her scepter and ring the ancient gong.