"In the Battle of Mount Hyjal, the Tribal team led by Thrall, the Alliance team led by Gianna, and the druid team led by Grand Druid Malfurion finally defeated Akmund at the cost of the destruction of the World Tree Nodashir, and the Night Elves lost their ability to live forever. "The teacher tells a lot www.biquge.info of history, from ancient times to more than ten years ago.

This is a class for learning history, and it is not a human being who teaches history but a knowledgeable High Elf. His name was Ivlit, he was very old, his thin ears were covered with dull gray hair, and his skin was full of wrinkles like old bark. Ifrit doesn't have much effort to speak, but she always coughs. The High Elves belong to the branch of the Night Elves, and thousands of years ago, due to different ideas, they parted ways with the Night Elves who lived in the continent of Klimdor and came to the islands north of the Eastern Kingdom, and established Quel'Thalas, calling themselves the High Elves.

For thousands of years, the High Elves and humans formed an alliance and became an alliance of humans. So now you can see the High Elves in many places.

"Ahem! That student! The elderly Ifrit coughed heavily, pointing a staff made of twigs at a dozing cadet.

Everyone turned their heads to see that it was the newcomer, Wang Peng!

But Wang Peng had no intention of waking up at all.

The angry old elf raised his staff, chanting strange elven spells in the air, and a wave of arcane energy shot out from the staff and hit Wang Peng, Wang Peng only felt a tremor in his body, and woke up without understanding anything, only to find that his mana was almost finished!

"You must be quite familiar with the battle of Mount Hyjal, so tell us the story of the battle." Ifrit put away his staff and used it as a crutch.

Mount Hyjal? Oh yes! This is a history lesson, Wang Peng thought. I guess it's the Hyjal mountain where Akmund was beaten. Hehe, that's not going to bother me. Wang Peng thought to himself.

"The battle of Mount Hyjal, under the three camps of the Alliance Tribes and the Druids, and it was difficult to resist the power of Akmund, but the mortals set a trap for Akmund and lured him to climb the World Tree. Eventually, the Grand Druid, the first Druid, Malfurion-Fury, blew the final horn, and countless elves from the forest flew towards Akmund, eventually blowing Akmund to pieces in the explosion of countless elves and the World Tree. The people of Azeroth paid a heavy price to repel the invasion of the Burning Legion. Eventually, the Horde and the Alliance signed a treaty here, intending to coexist peacefully. Wang Peng can be said to be eloquent, after all, he was also a person who fought the holy war in Mount Hyjal.

"Well, that's good." The old elf Ifrit closed his old eyes and nodded, these can be described as common sense.

"Tell me about the story of Mount Hyjal before it happened, and what is its origin?" Ifrit wasn't going to let the sleepy young man go for granted, he had to investigate deeply.

Wang Peng thought about it, hey, it's not like I don't know.

"Speaking of the arrival of Akmund, this can be described as a long-planned conspiracy of the Burning Legion." Wang Peng continued to tell the story.

Hearing Wang Peng's words, the old elf's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at this young man with a lot of playfulness, and he actually knew a lot.

"The resurrected Kel'thugad stole the artifact Medivan Book from Dalaran, and after a complicated summoning, he finally summoned Akmund, who directly destroyed the magical city of Dalaran. Originally, Akmund could sweep all of Azeroth, but feeling the energy emanating from the World Tree on the other side of the ocean, Nodashir, Akmund was attracted by the energy, and left his plans behind in the hope of gaining strength. But in the end it failed. ”

"Good!" The old elf Ifrit was amazed by the young man's knowledge and conversation, "Then why do you want to fight together between Sal, Gianna, and Malfurion?" ”

"It is said that the resurrected Medi culture has become a crow to guide them, warning them of greater danger......

Wang Peng was about to continue, vowing to do so. After playing World of Warcraft for so many years, historical knowledge is a strong point!

"Nonsense!" The old elf who was originally admiring Wang Peng suddenly became angry.

Wang Peng was stunned.

"That raven is not the demon Medivan at all, Medivan is dead forever, he can't be resurrected!" Ifrit's eyes glowed white with anger! Wang Peng knew that Ifrit was really angry, but he didn't know why, that's what the game said.

Ifrit looked at Wang Peng angrily and ignored him anymore! And the students around Wang Peng also looked at him with different eyes, as if Wang Peng was an anomaly. Wang Peng looked at their puzzled looks, and suddenly felt a strong sense of rejection.

After class, walking on the road, Wang Peng has been thinking about this question uneasily, hasn't Medivan been whitewashed in this world? It's not right, it's been so many years, can it be said that ordinary people don't know about these things? Following Bert's absent-minded worship, no matter how much Wang Peng pretended to be reverent, Bert could still see the falsehood in Wang Peng's heart at a glance. The time Bert looked at Wang Peng, Wang Peng suddenly had a feeling of being seen through.

hastily ended the day's affairs, and at night, Wang Peng lay alone in bed. Wang Peng was the only one in the whole room, because only Wang Peng, a freshman, had broken through the 9th level advanced quasi-knight, so the other beds were empty.

"Am I really not fit to be a knight? But there is no choice, they have already chosen the path of knights. Wang Peng put his hands under his head and stared blankly at the roof.

"The Way of Knighthood, does it mean that only a firm belief in the Holy Light can advance to the knightly qualification and use the Divine Energy? But me, faith? Holy Light? I know what, I'm born of authentic scientific socialism! ”

It is true that Wang Peng can understand what Bert said about the holy light, but he just can't accept it. Perhaps he should have chosen a warrior or something when choosing a profession at that time, and he didn't need any noble character, nor did he need aristocratic etiquette, nor did he need to believe in the power of the Light. Isn't one's own strength the most powerful? Wang Peng was puzzled.

Since entering the knight's inner courtyard, Wang Peng has felt a very heavy feeling of disharmony, the people here have etiquette and faith and are very easy to get along with, but Wang Peng is keenly aware of the difference between himself and them. Wang Peng has no faith at all, he was born in a family that can be described as financially constrained, and having money is the right thing, believing in this kind of thing? In that world, if you believe in the Light, you will give you the bread of life? So Wang Peng's thinking has no belief in this thing at all, shouldn't he be the most important thing?