The Night Elves have accumulated for more than 10,000 years, and no one knows how many strong and legendary powerhouses are hidden in some corners of this world. ◢ with * dream ◢ small *.lā

After all, 10,000 years, even if a domestic sow lives for 10,000 years, it should become a sperm, not to mention an intelligent creature.

Because there is no unified centralized system, because scattered in more than a dozen different regions such as Felwood Forest, Ash Valley, Black Coast, Warsala, etc., there is really no way to estimate how many people and how many strong people there are in the Night Elf race.

Even if it was Tyrande or Malfurion, it was probably not clear.

The same is true of the Druid Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger, the priestess of the moon god Elune.

Needless to say, Tyrande and Santis have produced Verinde, then Belisa, and now there is a more legendary Shiloma.

Being able to mention it at the same time as the bronze dragon prince "Anakenos" is naturally not a simple character.

After everyone present heard her deeds, they were all in awe and stood up one after another to express their respect.

Not long ago, Malfurion's messenger had told these leaders about the Battle of Quicksand and Angela, and they all knew the fierceness of the battle and the greatness of the Wall of Beetles.

And Shilomar, who was able to create such a wall, naturally deserves everyone's respect and respect.

"The Wall of Beetles, not Anakenos and me, the two of them completed it, it was completed by the four guardian dragon legions and the Night Elves, there are dragons' spells, there are mooness priestess spells, and druids' spells, Malfurion."

Shilomar walked to the innermost part of the hall and turned, facing the leader of the slowly room, her face as calm as ever, as calm as she had been a thousand years ago when she had seen her suffering fellow citizens die among the endless worms.

The years have endowed her with wisdom that ordinary people cannot imagine, and it has also given her absolute peace of mind.

She was a high-ranking priestess of Tyrande's contemporaries.

At that time, Tyrande was able to become the high priestess and chief priestess of the Moon Temple, in addition to the value of the previous high priestess and her own excellence, but also because most of the other high-ranking priestesses who were qualified to compete for this position were not interested in it.

They dedicated their whole body and mind to the moon god Elune, and naturally they were also favored by the moon god Elune at the same level.

There are many high-ranking priestessess who live in seclusion in all corners of the world, and she is just one of them.

She was even older than Malfurion, she had seen more big people than ordinary people in her life, she had seen too many kingdoms rise and fall, heroes in their twilight, and the leaders in front of her were no different from ordinary people and those hateful bugs in her eyes.

Still, when she saw Egwen, she nodded in acknowledgment.

No one dares to hold up this legendary mage in the legend, and he must maintain enough respect.

Later, when she saw Jiang Zai, she nodded again, because in Jiang Zai's body, she sensed the favor of the moon god Elune, although that favor had nothing to do with Jiang Zai, and belonged to Avena who lived in the "Fist of Tyr".

There are still a few high-ranking priestesses in this world, but there are not many who can be so favored by the moon god Elune.

In this regard, Anvena is already qualified to be tied with her, Tyrande, and Santis, and naturally she is also qualified to be recognized by her.

"You may be seated, everybody."

Shiloma whispered, "We have no other way. A thousand years ago, the Night Elves lost a third of their strength in order to seal them with the Zerg. In the Hyjal Holy War, we lost another third of our strength. We can't face the Chira Zerg alone, we can only ask you for help. This world is not only the Night Elves', but yours as well. Alliance, tribeal, forsaken. ”

No one answered.

They were able to come here, so they naturally figured this out.

This is an international event, and any force that wants to enter the international stage, or continue to play an important role on the international stage, will definitely participate, and even the goblin prince of the hot sand group has sent the most trusted messenger.

"The situation is dire."

Xiloma stretched out her hand, and the rays of light formed illusions, and in the illusions were the Hanhai Desert with no edge in sight.

It was Silisus, the largest desert in all of Azeroth, a desolate world, full of yellow sand, and then endless winds.

But now, there are many more huge caves there.

And crawling in these caves are insects of different sizes and shapes!

Some can fly, like large wasps;

There are those that can drill into the ground, like the spider tank invented and produced by Nomorigan;

And wielding a broadsword, like a praying mantis magnified a hundredfold!

These bugs are concentrated in one place after another, one burrow after another.

In the illusion, groups of druids and priestesses of the moon, as well as dryads and jungle guardians, are fighting against them.

Bugs are generally as huge as adult Night Elves, with a hard carapace, just like the spider demons in Northrend in the North Pole, and their attack power is even stronger than that of spider demons!

A druid was casting a spell when the earth shook, and a giant tank-like worm came out of the ground and swallowed him in one gulp.

A priestess of the moon, bathed in the light of the moon god Elune, was cut in half by a giant mantis worm with a segment as hard and sharp as a large knife.

There are also palm-sized wasps in the sky, and the druid, who is good at detoxification, was only stung once, but he didn't even hold it for 0 seconds, and he fell straight to death.

And that's not all.

If it's just a strong attack, it doesn't matter, it's just a magic attack.

However, their spell resistance is not ordinarily strong, ordinary spells can't hurt them at all, and those who can go head-to-head with them are at least professionals, or well-equipped and experienced veterans.

What's more, those dead druids were quickly planted with eggs.

Over time, their bodies slowly dry up and then disappear, leaving only dry bones behind.

One by one, the eggs turn into worms, then devour their bodies, and grow at a breakneck rate.

As long as there are enough carcasses and nutrients, it takes less than a day for them to turn from eggs to a human-tall adult.

What's even more terrifying is that their devouring efficiency is too high!

The corpse of an adult Night Elf can hatch a bug of the same height.

This means that as long as there are enough corpses, the number of these bugs will increase like a snowball!

This means that when dealing with these bugs, just like dealing with the undead natural disaster, the most ordinary and least combat-effective recruits must not be allowed to go into battle, because every cannon fodder that is easy to die on the battlefield will become a delicious dinner for these bugs, hatching more bugs.

Then, in the battle not long after, it can only be the elite who goes into battle to kill the enemy, the elite of the elite.

But how many of such elites can a country find out?