Three years have passed in a hurry, and two years have passed since the twenty-year period. However, Moon Shadow didn't go to the Sword Spirit, and he spent all his years in countless documents and government affairs. Darkness was coming, and he knew very well that he had been there a few times, but every time he looked at their happy family of three, Moon Shadow couldn't do anything.

Although Lunaris had been preparing for the dangers to come, there was some news from the scouts a week ago that made him wary. There was a large-scale plague among the humans in the Eastern Kingdom, and countless deaths and injuries were killed and injured in various places. This couldn't help but make him think of natural disasters, but he hadn't heard of the resurrection of the dead yet, and it stands to reason that natural disasters shouldn't have broken out at this time. However, Moon Shadow is powerless to complain about the timeline, and he is a variable in itself.

Moon Shadow wanted to investigate herself, but this time the Moon God Festival was coming again. After sending some priests and druids to help, he didn't care about it, but he left it to the attentive Darth Rema. Then another event disrupted his plans, and a magical disaster occurred in Firas that blew up half of the ancient city of Eresaras. The angry Moon Shadow broke the copywriting that had accompanied him for thousands of years, and directly sent Illidan to investigate and deal with it strictly afterwards. Two days later, Illidan sent back a report that the magical disaster had been caused by a portal rupturing caused by a local magician researching ways to summon and exorcise demons. The whole thing was led by Prince Eresaras and some of his minions, who had fled en masse afterwards.

The evil deeds of this incident caused a stir throughout Kadore, and the taboo of magic was clearly recorded in the Codex 10,000 years ago. Unexpectedly, these high-level elves at that time would dare to openly study this kind of destruction technique, which directly caused the situation in Kadore's situation to become tense. Originally, because of the moon shadow, the relationship between the original upper class and the common class became extremely tense. In just three or five days, there were many violent clashes in various places because of quarrels, which directly made the Moon Shadow head as big as a fight for a while.

If this matter is not properly resolved, the danger will be the whole of Kadore. And the tens of thousands of deaths caused by the explosion of the portal in Eresaras will not be seen. This incident also caused Moon Shadow to fall into self-blame. Because he already knew that there was a demon in Eresaras who was imprisoned, only to be recast by the energy of the World Tree and the Well of Eternity; He had forgotten about it completely.

The post-disaster reconstruction of Eresaras and the resettlement of refugees were entrusted to Tyrande, who was more intimate in this regard and was the perfect choice for the Minister of the Interior. The death of 20,000 inhabitants made Moonshadow's heart bleed, and Cadore had not died so many in the last war. This incident is arguably the biggest stain on Moon Shadow since she took power. What made Moon Shadow even more angry was that a week after the incident, Illidan hadn't caught any of the criminals. Enraged, Moon Shadow sent Malfurion to supervise the situation, and a wanted warrant was issued throughout the territory. Strangely enough, Prince Eresaras and his servants vanished from the world.

The failure of this incident naturally made Moon Shadow very angry, and after calming down slightly, Moon Shadow began to think carefully. Both of these events have been very strange lately, and they seem to be distracting him. Thinking of this, Moon Shadow suddenly became uneasy, and as soon as she thought about it, Moon Shadow immediately had an answer in her heart. This is definitely a portent, a harbinger of the coming of a legion.

Such actions only prove one thing, Azeroth has the eyes and ears of the Burning Legion. Just as they did 10,000 years ago, corrupt the world first when the other side is tired of coping. Then use this to attack Azeroth. After all, without the inner ghost under the complete Titan defense system, it is absolutely impossible for the Burning Legion to enter. Considering this, Moon Shadow immediately considered the Well of Eternity and the World Tree, both of which are the basic resources for Kadorenais to survive, and they are also the primary targets of the demon's attack on Azeroth.

The World Tree is located in the capital city of Cadore, which is naturally well guarded, but the sky city of Quel'Salas is different, although there are multiple enchantment protections, it is still insufficient to face masters of the level of Akmund and Kilgardan.

The Arathi Heights, to the north of the wetland map, is the earliest birthplace of humans, and it was here that Moon Shadow found the first human ancestors. The climate of the Arathi Highlands is similar to that of the wetlands to the south. Even its high altitude means that large swamps and wetlands will not form even if there is a long period of precipitation. The temperature here is not high, and the sky is always a gray color.

The Arathi Highlands are much higher than the wetlands of Kazmodan. But the geography is strikingly similar. To the north sits the now dilapidated Wall of Soladin. To the south is the Sador Bridge, which bridges the gap between Lordaeron and Kazmodan. This huge, dwarven bridge connects the moat that separates Lordaeron and Kazmodan. Huge and impregnable, the Sador Bridge is a sturdy stone structure supported by several heavy supports that jutt out of the water. The mountains to the east obstruct access to the sea, while the west coast of the highlands is desolate, windy and cold. There is only one small city-state in this ancestral land of mankind, called Riptide Castle.

It is in the middle of this land that a huge and impressive building stands. It's a huge stone door. It is 100 meters high. The stone door has no door panels and is flanked by two equally large stone statues. Although there are still construction shelves around the unfinished building, the statue has a very evil feeling, the huge door was secretly started by the king ten years ago, and no one even in the kingdom of Lordaeron, which is close to the west, knew that such a building existed in the Arathi Heights.

The flickering firelight was mixed with the shouting and scolding of the overseer. A mysterious man in a black cloak walked slowly to the bottom of the building. The overseer apparently knew him and hurried to report it, when a group of horsemen arrived from time to time. The human man in the first place, dressed in a more gorgeous way, jumped off his horse and greeted him, and the black-robed mysterious man stroked his chest slightly and saluted.

"For ten years, I've been working day and night. It is expected that all the work of the Moon Shadow will be completed in another half month, and a lot of gold has been spent for this royal family. I hope that when the time comes, you will be able to deliver on your promises. The human man at the head looked at the black-robed man with some disgust in his mysterious eyes, but this emotion flickered, and then he moved his gaze to the huge building.

"Naturally, my prince." The black-robed man's voice was a little hoarse, like the sound of old iron rubbing against it. He bowed his head slightly, but he was still shrouded in a cloak and could not be seen. Then he raised his head and looked at the human man, and said, "Your little wish is nothing to my great master, and when the time comes, you will receive more if he rewards him." You will be the sole ruler of mankind..."

"All I want is the Hillbride Hills to the west, where our ancestors lived. Those damned elves forced us to stop the war after those brutes of Alteran took over our territory! Speaking of this, the human man's expression was distorted, and the mysterious man in the black cloak looked at his expression, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked an arc.

Draenor, a planet slightly smaller than Azeroth. In fact, this planet has no name, and the native orcs have never given their land any name. This is what the Draenei did when they arrived on the planet in the original timeline. Orcs have never had civil wars, but they are also not very sociable. Each clan is closed, with its own traditions, its own customs, its own costumes, its own stories and, of course, its own shamans. There are several clans whose dialects are so different that they can't understand each other, and the orcs of these clans have to speak Mandarin when they meet. They were as strange to each other as the blue-skinned, mystical Draenei. Only twice a year, once in spring and once in autumn, do all the clans gather to celebrate the day when the day and night are equal.

But it all ended decades ago, when the green flame came. The iron hooves of the Burning Legion have conquered the world, and only obedience can survive; Basically all orcs became slaves of the Burning Legion. Gul'dan is the leader chosen by the Burning Legion from among the orcs, and his teacher is another old shaman, Naozu. Kil'Gardan's terrifying strength has benefited him enormously. Gul'dan learned the skills of a warlock and brought this magic into the tribe. Turning them into war machines hungry for chaos and destruction.

Flames of liquid flowed from the wound, glowing with a disgusting yellow-green color, slowly filling the sacrificial pool. The wound was small for Manolos' sheer size, but the blood flowed steadily like a waterfall. Gul'dan could vaguely feel that Naozu's weak thing was crying. Gul'dan couldn't take his eyes off the sight in front of him, evil blood was pouring out, gushing out without stopping, pouring out of a creature that was roaring and jumping incessantly from pain. He stood up and walked to the edge of the pool, very careful not to touch the liquid that had come out of the wound he had cut. "Look at the blood of this destroyer," Kilgardan was satisfied, "it will burn up everything that disobeys you, Gul'dan." It washes away all hesitation, confusion, or uncertainty. It creates a hunger that can be channeled by any way you choose. Your little puppet thinks he's firmly in control of the tribe, and he's wrong. The Shadow Council thought they ruled the tribe and they were all wrong. (To be continued.) )

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