"The demonic army is gathering, and it seems that Akmund is planning to fight us to the death here!"

Karl's slender fingers tapped rhythmically against the oak table, his eyes drifting to Garrod with an inquiry. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Our fighters are ready! It's time for these demons to pay for their crimes! ”

With Karl's brief encounter with Horn Takayama, both the ancient dwarven patriarch Duengard and the bear-monster chief Yog recognized the strength of the Star Messenger in their hearts. This was the greatest reliance on the smooth execution of Garrod's orders.

After several encounters with demons, the leaders of all three clans have changed their minds about the commander Karl appointed arbitrarily - a soldier who can command soldiers of all four races with ease, and who can also gain the upper hand in battle with powerful demons, is not something anyone can do. At least not even Horn himself could be as perfect as Garrod.

The chief of the Minotaurs, the mighty warrior Horn, snorted heavily: "My sons have been looking forward to a real battle for a long time! Our blades thirst for demonic blood! ”

"Woohoo boom ............%#$"

Yug, the leader of the bear monsters, was also full of excitement, except for Ronin and Carl, the others did not understand what it was saying. But looking at the way it dances, it may be the same as the Minotaur Chieftain.

Duengard, one of the three foreign aid races, calmly held his pipe, ignoring everyone's gaze, slowly spitting out a cloud of smoke.

"So be it. We're going to attack tomorrow—" Karl said decisively, feeling uneasy as the war intensified, and he now wanted nothing more than to end the war as soon as possible and return to a time he was familiar with.

"Let's go and meet our strong backup together!"

Karl stood up and walked to the door first under the strange gazes of the crowd.

Ronin and Brooks looked at each other, and suddenly thought of Malfurion's unusual Night Elf, could he really succeed?

A group of people led by Karl walked out of the camp, and the elven soldiers looked at them with great curiosity and surprise, gathering in twos and threes, and discussing in a low voice what the commanders meant.

"Big ...... My lord. A soldier rode the Nightblade Leopard at a rapid pace, and when he saw that it was Karl and the commanders who were coming, he hurriedly reined in his mount, and the whole person almost fell off the Nightblade Leopard.

Karl waved his hand at him without waiting for the soldier to speak.

"You go down and rest first, I know our friends are here."

The elven soldier paused, then glanced at Karl with admiration and adoration, bowed deeply to Karl, and drove his mount aside.

"It's them!"

When everyone came to the outside of the camp, in the distance, countless tall animals were rolling in with puffs of smoke and dust. Garrod, who stood side by side with Karl, barely gave the order to defend immediately, and he swore by his own name that if this was an opponent's army, it would only take one charge to break up the coalition formation he had exhausted.

The Minotaur Chief behind him reacted faster than he could, and his exclamation sent Garrod's order back into his stomach.

The Bear Chief let out an equally excited roar, and Garrod finally settled down, looking curiously at the approaching beast legion ahead.

At the head of the beast legions was a strange creature with an elf on the upper body and a deer on the lower half. The man was tall, walked on four legs, moved quickly, had shaggy hair, and had a beautiful pair of antlers on top of his head.

Behind him were dozens of creatures that looked very much like Sartre, the upper body of these guys was very similar to that of the Night Elves, but the lower half was the body of a sheep, and they were all young and beautiful women. In addition to resembling animals, they also have the properties of plants: they are covered with smooth green leaves. Although they are delicate in some ways, their demeanor makes him suspect that his enemies will feel inopportune when facing them.

The galloping beasts stopped a few dozen meters away, and only a few animals as tall and as tall as Cenarius walked with him.

"Hello, red-haired Ronin!" Cenarius said, his voice still rumbling in the open space, "We have come to join your ranks in defending our common home, our beloved homeland!" ”

"You're Carl Eyre? - Elune's messenger? ”

Cenarius turned to look at Karl.

Ma Dan, Lao Lu, you took the wrong medicine!!

Lao Tzu didn't rob your wife, and second, he didn't hook up with your daughter, who will you show your yang tone.

"Shouldn't I be honored and excited to be known by the King of the Forest?"

It wasn't that Karl was careful, but he felt a hint of suspicion, vigilance, and even a hint of hatred hidden in the eyes of the King of the Forest.

It's just inexplicable!

The crowd behind Karl was stunned by the name of Cenarius.

Cenarius, Lord of the Forest, Guardian of Mount Hyjal - There are many legends about this powerful demigod among the Night Elves, and most of those present have only imagined him in the legends. And when the legendary figure stood right in front of him, no one was not shocked.

Except for Ronin!

This mage from Dalaran was so lucky that he was so lucky, and his strength increased as if he had been infused with power. He was well aware of Karl's character, and he knew the great deeds of Cenarius. However, the strong smell of gunpowder between the two was captured by the sensitive Luo Ning.

What's going on?

A hint of annoyance flashed in the forest king's green eyes, and the vines on his body continued to grow and tangle.

"I've heard about you, and my disciple has told me everything about you. I suspect that you are not Elune's messenger, and I have never received instructions from her. ”

"Woo......"

The voice of Cenarius was enough for the people hundreds of meters around him to hear it clearly, and the elves were in an uproar. The identity of Karl's Star Emissary had long been confirmed by them, but the King of the Forest in front of him questioned this with burning words. The elven soldiers all gave the half-human, half-deer figure a cold eye.

"Huh!" Carl smiled, thinking of the identity of the deer in the game in front of him, "Elune didn't give you instructions?" ”

Karl's somewhat playful gaze made Cenarius feel a little unpleasant.

"I'm curious, what kind of identity are you—even the great Moon Goddess needs to be informed of the emissary sent by the Great Moon Goddess?"

The gossip knew no race, and almost everyone turned their curious eyes to Cenarius. Many of them had heard the legend that Cenarius was born in the Moonlit Glades, and that there were two mothers.

One of them is said to be her adoptive mother, who is one of the famous dragon guardians, the Green Dragon Queen Ysera.

The other one is incredible!

Moon goddess Elune! The only true god of Azeroth, a being as ancient as this world. It is also the rumored other mother of Cenarius, the biological mother ......! (To be continued.) )