The first wisp of Yang rice pierced the light rice in the east, the small valley of Hygal, where the fog was thick, in the hazy water vapor, you could vaguely see an elegant courtyard, blue bricks and red tiles, green trees and white flowers. 【】

An old man with first-born antlers sat on a wicker chair in a green druid cloak, squinting at the morning sun in the east, the sunlight shining through the gaps in the dense foliage like broken gold on his purple face.

Squatting beside him was a beautiful white tiger, whose fur was as soft and smooth as satin.

He was the Spiritual Leader of the Guards, Malfurion.

"Old man, it's so early." An old but deep voice came from the valley. A small, but unusually stocky old man appeared in front of the druid, standing but only about the height of Malfurion, who sat on a wicker chair, bypassing the sparse green bamboo fence. His skin was silvery white and shiny, revealing the texture of metal, he was Zeus, the god-king from another universe, and one of the few sixth-order powerhouses in the Holy Land.

Note: Both the male Zeus and the little Naga siren come from Greek mythology, in fact, there is no need to limit himself to this, it is completely possible to think of him as a small god of some universe, otherwise it will read strangely.

Lacey was originally a god-level powerhouse, and no one knew why he came to this universe. Perhaps due to the different applicable laws of the two universes, his energy gradually passed after he crossed over, and now he is only equivalent to a sixth-order powerhouse.

"No, the bellbird has been calling for a long time." Malfurion pointed to the oak trees in front of the courtyard, and in the dense canopy of the oak village, many beautiful cyan bellbirds could be faintly seen, and the chirping of birds was very pleasant.

Zeus squinted at the oak tree in front of the courtyard. The oak tree was very tall, and its thick trunk could only be surrounded by three adults, and the crown of the tree reached halfway up the mountain. The sparkling leaves sparkle in the morning light.

Zeus suddenly sighed, "If only this were the World Tree"

Malfurion's gaze became distant, "It's all in the past, the Well of Eternity has dried up. ”

Zeus shook his head, still looking at the tall oak tree, as if he remembered the days when the four dragons and the Night Elves jointly established the Elven Kingdom of Mount Hyjal, when the World Tree was as tall as Optimus Prime and the crown of the World Tree could not be seen even if he stood far away.

There was silence for a long time. Zeus said, "The door of darkness has been opened. ”

Malfurion nodded, "I know. ”

Resis was accustomed to every hole of Malfurion's ancient well, and whispered, "You expected it a long time ago? ”

"No, I feel it, the dark energy is gathering."

"What is he for? Heart of Oak Village? ”

"I don't know, but the Heart of the Oak was taken by Sylvanas 10,000 years ago. Today's "holy places" have long since lost their name, there is nothing sacred here, there are only some people who claim to be sacred

Lacey chewed on the words, and he felt Malfurion laughing at himself. "Your two sons met a month ago, why don't you rush over, it's not a difficult thing for you with teleportation skills, you don't want to face it?" Malfurion's teleportation skill has no cast range limit and can appear anywhere on the continent at any time, but because it has a long cast delay, it cannot be used in battle like a flash, and can only be used to hurry.

Malfurion sighed lightly, "That was a mistake I made a thousand years ago, I never knew about the existence of their two brothers" At this point, I really can't face Tabor. ”

"Don't you care about the opening of the dark door?" A pleasant female voice came from behind the two old men, the door of the wooden house was pushed open, and Tyrande, dressed in white, walked out, and the white tiger crouching next to Malfurion in the sun let out a low roar. Got up and walked over to Tyrande.

Tyrande touched the white tiger's smooth fur. A pale blue head hung down, and although 20,000 years had passed, Tyrande was still as beautiful as a fairy who did not eat fireworks in the world.

She smiled and greeted Zeus: "Zeus senior, early." "Early." Zeus smiled back, counting the time he spent in another universe, Zeus was indeed a little older than Tyrande.

"Aren't you going to intervene in this war that will affect the fate of the entire continent?" Tyrande asked Malfurion, the two of them had been husband and wife for twenty thousand years.

Malfurion looked at the canopy of the tall oak village and said faintly: "Fate has already set its trajectory, and a pair of eyes have already seen the future, we just need to witness it."

When the war finally came, the Guards got the news that the Dark Gate was open, and they couldn't wait any longer.

The Dark Gate Chronicle is 2nd and 3rd winter. The Holy Land World Tree unites the thirty-two countries of the Southwest, gathers a total of 10 million troops, and is led by the Guards general Wandering Swordsman Severn to set out for the Tower of the Witch Doctor. Although Magina also went with the army, she did not hold any position in the army, as Malfurion meant.

The tens of millions of troops are too large, and if they stand in a row, they can be lined up from Balghada directly to the Witch Doctor's Tower, in order to ensure the march. The army was divided into thirty legions and marched separately, along the way, the Guards legion overcame obstacles, exterminated the natural disaster, recovered the Netherworld Imperial Capital in one fell swoop, and then slaughtered the Witch Doctor Tower.

The two armies confronted each other, and the undead troops were also overwhelming. Covering the entire grass sun, Erdou looked at the sea of white bones and corpses, countless ghouls and abomination of the wriggling of the poor, gargoyles like locusts covering the clouds and the sun, severed limbs and wreckage all over the field, emaciated corpses spreading, rotting flies flew everywhere, and the barren land stretched directly to the horizon, even the battle-hardened Thevens felt suffocated when they saw such a scene.

Natural disasters do not need to consume supplies, and the guards consume a large amount of grain and grass every day, and the military expenditure of tens of millions of troops is an astronomical amount, but fortunately it is shared by the thirty-two countries and the Holy Land. I can bear it for a short time.

Time passed quietly in the confrontation between the two armies,"

At this time. Distant Northrend. Gu Nansheng stood on the ninety-ninth floor of the Dragon Sleep Temple, where calm had already returned, and the natural calamity guards had already rushed back to their respective camps, ready for the next big battle.

The empty and dark hall was dead silent, the rusty candlesticks were dripping with candle tears, and the dancing candle flames dragged out Gu Nansheng's long and short shadow, reflecting on the ancient magic array, looking mysterious and lonely.

In the heart of the resurrection circle, the urn of the dead hummed softly, and the four skulls shimmered with a pale gray light, like the blinking eyes of a demon.

As the direct descendant of the Lich King, Gu Nansheng knew how to operate the resurrection circle and how to use the urn of the undead, and he could awaken all the undead warriors in less time than Leo.

Ten thousand years ago, the Lich King created the urn of the dead, which was later carried by Arthas, who killed countless people. Most of the souls of these dead were absorbed by the urn of the undead and became the Scourge warriors under Arthas.

By the time of Arthas's death, the souls of the converted warriors in the urn of the dead had reached a terrifying 200,000, and although the urn of the dead was not small, its use value in large-scale wars far exceeded that of ordinary artifacts.

The resurrection circle was moving slowly, and rows of mysterious symbols flickered and dimmed, as if breathing.

At this time, the operation of the magic array was nearing its end, and the screams from the urn of the undead were getting louder and louder. It's like a ghost crying and howling, which is already a little harsh.

Suddenly, a hoarse and deep voice rang out: "Human. Did you wake me up? ”

The urn of the dead rises and rises as a cloud of mist, which gradually condenses into a substance. It was a giant beetle. He has a thick blue carapace. The carapace was covered with sharp barbs. It has six strong feet, the first two pairs of scythes that have evolved into mantis-like scythes, vicious and hideous, and a horn more than a meter long on its head, which is like a sharp sword pointing straight into the sky.

Gu Nansheng recognized this guy, the male Crypt Assassin, and he vaguely remembered the background story of the Crypt Assassin, who was once a powerful warrior among the Crypt Spider Beads in the Northrend Continent, and unfortunately died during the Second Spider War. The Lich King Neozu resurrected him, and in exchange he had to remain loyal to the Lich King.

The Crypt Assassins are the domain of these 200,000 undead warriors.

Gu Nansheng said, "I am the direct descendant of the Lich King, and I want to ask for your help now." ”

The crypt assassin was silent, and through his six green eyes, Gu Nansheng couldn't read what the giant beetle was thinking.

"Why should I believe you?"

Gu Nansheng said: "You don't need to believe me, as long as you are willing to help me, I will find an eternal body for you, so that you can be completely resurrected and get rid of the shackles of the urn of the undead, if I am not mistaken, your lover broodmother spider is also in this urn of the undead, do you want to be trapped here forever?" ”

The Crypt Assassin hesitated for a moment, and he had to admit that this condition was tempting to him.

Gu Nansheng cast the spell again, and another wisp of gray mist emerged from the urn of the undead, gradually condensing into a huge red spider.

Once the queen of the spider family, she fell in love with the Crypt Assassin, the strongest warrior in the kingdom at the time, and the Crypt Assassin defected to the Lich King, for which the Broodmother was punished by the kingdom.

She had already heard the conversation between Gu Nansheng and the crypt assassins, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why should we believe your words, if we help you." Do you regret it? ”

Gu Nansheng said: "You have no choice, if you refuse, I guarantee that you will never be able to leave the shackles of the urn of the undead."

A glint of resentment flashed in the broodmother's green eyes, "Are you threatening me?"

Gu Nansheng was noncommittal, but said lightly: "You have three hours to think about it, I will wait for your reply, don't think about playing tricks, since I dare to summon the two of you first, I am not afraid that you will join forces to deal with me." After Gu Nansheng finished speaking, he went straight to the corner of the wall to meditate.

The broodmother spider stared at Gu Nansheng viciously. Eager to swallow him in his belly at once, the Crypt Assassin pulled the broodmother spider's front leg and began to talk to her again.

They really didn't have a choice, and it was easy for this human to never leave the urn of the dead, as long as they sealed it and hid it in some hidden corner.

Although the promises made by the human beings in front of them cannot be confirmed. But if they don't agree. The end will be miserable, if you agree and be asked, there is not much loss except for a white labor.

Knowing this, the Crypt Assassin asked, "What do you want us to help with?" A hint of a deep smile appeared on the corner of Gu Nansheng's mouth, he had long expected that the Crypt Assassin would succumb"

It was the depths of winter, and the already sparse grasslands were barren. The wind blew the halberd, the sand covered the bones, and the whole battlefield was filled with a sense of gloom and tragedy. The Guards and the Scourge have been engaged in more than twenty battles, and this large-scale battle is going on on in seven or eight sub-battlefields at the same time.

After all, it is impossible for an army to be measured in tens of millions on a single battlefield. Therefore, each fight is carried out on a different battlefield with 100,000 as a single person.

A month has passed, and in this month, a million warriors have been buried in a foreign land.

The north wind was howling, and Thurwin, who had just experienced a battle to defend the city, slowly marched along the city walls with a wide sword on his back, the empty city they had captured a week earlier, and there was not a single living person in the city at the time of the occupation.

He looked at the dry bones in the city. I feel in my heart that war is like a greedy beast, mercilessly devouring one fresh life after another. And the people who survived by luck have to continue the war in order to continue to live, and there is no end.

As long as intelligent life exists, the war will not stop, and Thevenn is tired at the thought of this.

He was a wandering swordsman before joining the Guards, he was used to being alone, and even now that he was alone in control of the fate of the entire continent, he did not like to be accompanied by his men.

Before she knew it, Sherwin had come to a church.

The Netherworld is a kingdom of human beings, and the warriors here believe in chivalry, that is, the Holy Light, which is a philosophy, not a specific deity, so the Holy Knight who believes in the Holy Light does not need a church, but ordinary soldiers and ordinary people need to find spiritual sustenance through the church.

Sherwin walked in. He was surprised to see that a blood-spiked elf was already praying in the church, her long fiery red hair, which fused with the red magic robes, and looked like a magnificent red rose.

The girl knelt reverently on the ground, her fingers crossed in front of her delicate nose, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. The expression is focused and divine.

Sherwin had to admit that the girl was very pure and beautiful...... Miss, what are you praying for?

The red girl saw that there was someone behind her, and when she looked back, a blue-skinned, spiked warrior was standing behind her, looking at her gently, his muscles as strong as a rock, and the blackiron armor almost burst. No one would doubt the power of the long-handled blade on his back.

The Red Girl didn't know Severyn, and she didn't know that he was the commander-in-chief of the Guard's army.

She hesitated for a moment and whispered, "I'm praying for my brother's safety."

"Hmm" your brother? He commissioned the battlefield? ”

"He went to the north, and all his companions returned, but he didn't." The girl's nose was sour when she said this, and her voice suddenly became quieter.

Sherwin couldn't help but sigh, in the war era, there were too many such girls, their brothers, fathers or husbands were out to kill the enemy, and they were likely to never return, even if they were lucky enough to survive and return home with glory. They are often separated from their relatives because their hometown was baptized by war, and they can no longer find each other, and they have not been heard from since.

What awaits them will be helpless and widowed for life.

"What's your name

The red girl bit her lip. Whispered: Heart

"Where's your brother's name?"

Xin hummed softly, but did not speak again, just looked down at the ground, silent, and Thirwin saw that she did not want to say, so she did not ask.

"Do you believe in the god of the moon?"

Sherwin just asked casually. Blood elves are rare on this continent, and as a race abandoned by history, they only believe in magic and only in the power in their hands. Only the belief of the Night Elves is the moon god, and they are the darlings of history.

Yu nodded.

Thevens sighed with heartfelt emotion: "It's good to have faith

Thurwin is the descendant of a union between a human paladin and a night elf, and he has the blue skin and amber eyes of the elves, but lacks the pointed ears of the elves and their delicate features.

For this reason, he was ostracized by the elves, and likewise, he was not welcomed by humans.

Ever since he was sensible, he had been wandering, he could not find faith, the Temple of Light did not accept him, and he felt equally out of place in the Forest of the Luna Gods.

He served in the army. He has been a mercenary, a gladiator, no matter where he is, he has suffered from the discrimination and white eyes of others, for this, he laughed at it, he is used to meditating and scraping himself in solitude, and constantly sharpening his ** and will.

He was as strong as a rock, tough as grass, and he never became a "bastard." Even though his parents died one after another when he was very young, he did not despair, and still recognized his own path and walked unswervingly.

Later, the wandering swordsman set a belief in himself, that is, "justice".

He named his broadsword "Justice" and continued to wander with it, his desire was to protect innocent people from evil, to protect good things, to protect the peace and tranquility of life.

A thousand years ago, Sherwin joined the Guards Legion, and with his strong strength, indomitable spirit and innate sense of justice, he won the appreciation of the upper echelons of the Holy Land, and now he is the general of the Guards Legion.

Naturally, she didn't understand the deep meaning of Swain's words, she bowed her head and was silent for a moment, then turned her head and continued to pray.