Chapter 463: The Night War and the Greedy

This night, Kael'thas did not return to Azeroth.

The Silver Dragon will be placed next to Sylvanas for protection, and there will be no problems.

After returning to the Hellfire Citadel with the Shatterers, he handed them over to Solan Lian and went to the Harpy's residence alone.

Walking through the narrow passage, he entered the tower.

The interior of the tower has now been hollowed out, and the eagles hang their nests inside the walls like a flock of swallows' nests.

Their chattering stopped as soon as Kael'thas entered.

"Your Royal Highness."

The harpy flew down, and a pungent stench enveloped it.

"Hmm!"

Kael'thas covered his nose and took two steps back, then ordered:

"Stay away from me."

The eagles obediently flew away.

The stench of sweat and dirt on their bodies had faded before Kael'thas let go.

"You have done a good job in the past two days, and now there are very few eagles, so I still have to rely on your help for a period of time in the future."

He praised a few words first, and then pulled out the topic:

"But because of that, I don't want you to be bored by infighting over trivial things and arguing over the position of the nest."

"Don't forget, you're here to change."

These Harpies, who came here as pioneers, were actually the most radical people to change traditions.

So Kael'thas regretted their actions.

No matter how hard you work, if you don't change your habits, you will always be a her.

"But Your Highness the Prince, it's not the nest that we want to change?"

Some of the harpies said with puzzled faces:

"Of course it's important to build a nest in a location you like."

This was a surprise, and Kael'thas was stunned.

"What did Adanna tell you?"

He suddenly realized that there was something wrong with the Harpy's point of view.

"Empress Beiquan said that there is a god who can save us, and that god is the god of all elves who can let us live with you."

The eagles' eyes lit up and they spoke.

They didn't know that Kael'thas was the god who could boldly express their minds.

"We've heard about it a long time ago, and your forests are all golden, aren't they?"

Kael'thas nodded.

"Is it always spring?".

He nodded again.

"And there are no enemies?"

Still nodding.

But what's the point of these questions?

"Wow, wow, sure enough!"

"Nice Forest"

"I really want to go"

After receiving the affirmation, the harpies went completely crazy, they flapped their wings and flew around, and the slightly calmer harpies explained:

"That's what we want, no cold, no terrible enemies, we want a home like that."

"We will build a nest in your forest and live happily."

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Kael'thas was silent.

The Harpy's expectations were beyond his imagination, not that the requirements were too high, but too simple.

It was hard for him to think that the Harpies were so innocent, they didn't even think about lifting the curse or living in the world as noble as other races, they just wanted a home.

Somewhat similar to the Blood Elves.

If it weren't for fate, wouldn't the High Elves live equally happily in their own land?

"Tonight's battle."

Kael'thas turned, took a deep breath, and suddenly said:

"If you do your job seriously, I'll send a few people to Quel'Thalas to see the forest."

The harpy was stunned.

"Wow!"

They cheered violently, and Kael'thas left with shallow guilt.

In the end, he still wants to use profit to induce the Harpy.

No matter how hard they try to fight, the Harpy who ends up being sent to Quel'Salas is just a prop.

The magically nurtured forest has a dreamy beauty, with leaves whispering in the wind, wandering dragon eagles and swimming dragons, bobcats playing under the trees, and lazy sunshine

No harpy can resist that beauty.

And when they return, they will also take the initiative to become a promotional prop for Quel'Salas, inducing more companions to work for Kael'thas for their dreams.

Sell your life without complaining or regretting.

Time began to run, and the moonlight shone down on the earth, and the stars of the warped void were immense.

The red earth became cool and quiet.

Tens of thousands of troops silently gathered in front of the fortress, waiting for the final orders.

"Your Highness."

The heavily armed elven commanders approached, and Illidan fell from the sky with Gul'dan's skull.

"Well, let's get started!"

Kael'thas nodded at the men, and Illidan turned and disappeared into the darkness.

In Valera's absence, the half-demon will lead countless thieves to take the lead.

The Burning Legion's Forge Camp is where the demons specialize in developing weapons of war, with plenty of nefarious artillery defenses to destroy any attacking force.

So the elves can't attack until they deal with the evil cannons.

The Harpys observed that each of the Nefarious Cannons had a different Overseer in charge, and they had a key in their hands that could change the direction of the Nefarious Cannon.

Armed with this information, Solan Lian immediately devised the easiest way to do it.

Illidan leads the thieves to assassinate the Overseer, then directs the Evil Cannons to the Forge Camp, which can easily break through the demonic defenses.

The power of the evil cannon is huge, and if it goes well, it can even destroy the demon casting camp directly.

But the thieves can't turn all of the evil cannons, and the rest will need to be dealt with by other assault teams.

These teams are dealt with by the Harpy's Stealth Bomb Team, Elven Paladin, Ranger, and Naga teams.

After the advance party had set off, Kael'thas mounted the chocobo and walked slowly with the rest of the group.

He was followed by several Draenei Breakers, who did not hesitate to follow when they heard that the elves were attacking the Forge Camp.

Their hatred of demons is no worse than that of other people.

And Kael'thas naturally will not refuse the opportunity to show his strength, in his opinion, there is no suspense in this battle at all.

The heavy murderous aura concealed the darkness.

As the shining light lit up from afar, the glow of the flames lit up the night sky, the leopards and chocobos chirped in unison, and the golden torrent surged through the red earth, smashing into the demon casting camp with an unstoppable edge.

The silvery light slashed at the cannon on the right, Aurelia ran to the left with the rangers, and the waves of the Naga devoured everything in a frenzy.

The path of blood was torn apart.

Kael'thas rode a landing bird, the arcane orb around his head allowing him to see clearly wherever the battle was taking place - the glow of weapons intertwined, like a thunderous scream, he remained calm on the nightmarish battlefield, signaling the shift of the main force.

In the sound of the explosion, the eagles appeared densely from the sky, quickly creating chaos with bombs.

Their movements are light and nimble, and they can even target the location of the demon in the stalemate between the elves and the demons, and drop bombs at low altitudes.

Kael'thas was amazed at the precision, and he swore that no air team could have done such a level of finesse.

But the demon army of the demon casting camp is not simple, countless demon guards are like an iron wall blocking the main force's charge, defending the buildings behind them.

The Eredar wizards gathered behind and ignited a chaotic and evil flame, the flames from their hands in all directions**, wantonly burning life.

Some of the Hippogriffs fell to the ground, carrying flames that ignited their companions.

The soldiers began to show casualties, and Kael'thas looked around the camp, the flames blocking his vision with smoke and dust, preventing him from seeing the scene in the distance.

"Onexia."

He screamed hoarsely.

"Is it my turn?"

The black dragon princess jumped into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, she turned into a huge black dragon and roared, and she took a deep breath.

"Taste my flame!"

A bright red fireball came out of her mouth and landed in the group of Ereda wizards, immediately making a huge explosion.

The explosion swept hundreds of meters ahead, all the rampant laughter from the wizard came to an abrupt end, and after the aftermath of the raging flames, the charred earth was empty.

A stunt that has never been shown before.

"My inhalation is different from that of a normal dragon!"

The Black Dragon Princess spread her wings and hovered low, blackening the road with flames.

"Keep up."

Kael'thas ordered.

He didn't have time to rejoice, there was still a long way to go tonight, because the demon portal was also ahead.

Seal the portal in one go!

At the moment, however, no one noticed that there was a huge shadow of devouring people lurking behind them.

It was wrapped in black, sturdy armor, tongues of fire swinging through cracks in the armor.

Deathwing, Nesario.

"My daughter, Onexia"

His eyes were fixed on the hovering black dragon princess, his eyes showing excitement and anticipation.

What a powerful force.

In 10,000 years, he had never seen a black dragon grow to this point.

The Black Dragon Princess, who grew up, became an existence that attracted Nesario more than anything else.

He fought alone for 10,000 years, and finally discovered the importance of the legion, and the almost disappeared Black Dragon Legion has always been Nesario's regret.

He secretly guided the orcs to capture the Red Dragon Queen, precisely because he wanted to reuse the dragon egg to establish his own power.

But with Kael'thas intervening, that plan failed.

Nesario hated Kael'thas very much, but when he saw Onexia at this moment, he thanked him again.

If it weren't for the elven prince, how could Onexia become such a powerful being?

She's strong enough to give birth to a race.

The rebuilding of the Black Dragon Legion will soon be able to start again, but not until then

Nesario has to find a way to get Onexia back into his hands, from the lowest level of his soul

Utter devotion to the souls of darkness is the only way to lay the perfect egg for his legion.

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