The Cursed Land at dawn is silent.

The patrols of the Watch Fort did not rest, but even in the course of the patrol they did not make a single sound.

Everyone seized the last time now, rested silently, and gathered strength for the upcoming decisive battle.

Interestingly, most of the fighters slept well during this tense time - even though the battle they were about to face would determine the future of the world, everyone was unexpectedly calm.

Maybe it's because there's no point in being nervous at this point......

Drunken Wind didn't rest—not because he was nervous, but because he needed to hurry up and get used to Azeroth's power.

Elune is not a true Titan yet, and although she has infinite power, the only way to use it is to give it to others.

There is no doubt that Drunken Wind is the one who bears Elune's power.

This is a kind of trust, but also a kind of responsibility, but also a tacit understanding.

Elune's choice is not Tyrande, but Drunken.

In order to be at his best against Sargeras, Drunken Wind chose to meditate under the moonlight.

Arcane, Elemental, Light.

At the beginning, all kinds of energy flowed wildly on his body.

And as the time of meditation gradually increases, the drunken wind becomes calmer and calmer.

Deep down, the drunken wind seems to have become a well - the ancient well has no waves, and the well and the moon are flawless.

At this moment, Drunken Wind almost lost his emotion.

It's a very mysterious state.

Under the moonlight, a panda man sat cross-legged like a statue.

……………………

The Burning Legion's attack was chosen at a good time.

Early in the morning – Elune and the Blue Child loom in the background.

The Dark Gate suddenly became larger, and the carefully carved door frame was directly shattered by the expanding Void Energy, and the rubble flew sideways!

The next moment, a huge body finally broke through the dark door.

"I have come here, and destruction will come with me!"

"My name is Sargeras!"

Although everyone was mentally prepared, after seeing Sargeras's huge and perfect body for the first time, the momentum of the coalition army still stagnated.

Sargeras!

Fallen Titans!

This feeling of oppression does not come from vision, nor from momentum, but from a pure law!

As a Titan, Sargeras's very existence means that you will be terrified when you see me – there is no why, it is like one plus one equals two, it is the truth.

Unfortunately, this is Azeroth.

After Sargeras appeared, a giant pandaman stopped in front of Sargeras.

"How's it like to be angry?"

With a taunt from Drunken Wind, the Coalition's collective fear was quickly alleviated - and the marks left by the fist seemed to become apparent on Sargeras's chest.

I am most afraid of the sudden silence of the air.

Sargeras's law of fear is based on his own invincibility and slaughter of the pantheon, but in the face of drunken wind, Sargeras really suffered a loss.

Therefore, the appearance of drunken wind means that the mass fear of Sargeras is immediately broken!

Sargeras was furious, but he kept his senses, and the first thing he did was to call his younger brother over - and Drunken Wind didn't stop him from summoning Kilgardan and Akmund.

A dignified decisive battle.

Sargeras's way of fighting is simple - crushing in strength.

The heavy sword was raised and slashed out.

For Sargeras, the slash of the long sword means that it must be hit, which is also the law of Sargeras.

As a Titan, even if Sargeras is a Fallen Titan, he is one of the greatest beings in the universe, and his every move represents the laws of a world!

In the face of such an attack, there is no point in simply blocking it.

Even if you stop, Sargeras's sword will cut you in two.

Because Sargeras's attack is bound to hit!

In the face of Sargeras's attack, Drunken Wind is creepy.

It's a soul level of fear!

Drunken Wind can't be stopped, can't dodge - at the critical moment, thanks to a moonlight, Drunken Wind is like a divine help, blocking Sargeras's attack with the wind sword in his hand!

This is Elune's law.

This time the block meant that Drunken Wind and Sargeras were temporarily on the same level at this time.

Sargeras can't rely on his own laws to crush the drunken wind!

In other words, it's a "Titan level" battle!

It's kind of interesting.

The corners of Sargeras's mouth rose, and the blade in his hand suddenly burst into flames—once again, he raised his sword high and slashed at Drunken Wind.

I'm Sargeras!

No one can stop you, Sargeras!

On the other hand, Drunken Wind didn't seem to be used to this way of fighting, his reaction looked a little sluggish, and if it weren't for the protection of the moonlight, this time there was no even meaning to block.

"Azeroth—you don't stand a chance!" Another unsuccessful blow, Sargeras laughed, "How about the seal left on you by the pantheon's debris?" Can you handle the sun in the sky? It's almost dawn, I'll see how many times you can keep this panda man?! ”

"You feel it too, right? Pantheon bastards only think about what they should do - where they don't understand, they just suppress, imprison! ”

"Order? Amusing! Only chaos is the true meaning of the universe! ”

"Join me, join the Burning Legion! Together, no one will be able to resist! ”

"It's dawn?" Just as Sargeras's extremely proud words spread throughout the battlefield, Tyrande, who was assisting his comrades in dealing with Kilgardan, suddenly turned up the corners of his mouth, "The sky will never dawn!" ”

A large number of priestesses of the moon appeared on the battlefield, and with their prayers, the sun, which was about to rise, actually fell back below the horizon as if going back in time!

Elune was unprepared?!

The belief of the moon god is not only a means to help the development of the night elves, but also a magic weapon for Elune to get out of trouble!