In the early morning, the city of Esarin was still filled with a thick dark green smoke. The cloud of smoke filled the sky above the city of Aizarin, and it looked like a mushroom cloud from a violent explosion.

However, instead of exploding, the city of Esarin is now quite peaceful. The upper elves inside the city walls and the vanguard army of the Burning Legion performed their respective duties, making the entire city of Aisalyn stable.

However, a small team did not want the main city to be so peaceful, and they quietly touched it through the smoke that lingered around the city of Aizarin, trying to break the silence.

These outsiders seemed so out of place to launch such a sudden attack in such a quiet morning.

In the dark green smoke, a humanoid figure slowly emerged.

The soldiers of the Abyss, guarding the gates of the city of Aissalyn, saw the enemy in the mist. The day before, a battle had just taken place on the outskirts of the city of Aisalin. Although the Burning Legion was victorious, Akmund issued an order to protect the city of Aizarin with all his might.

Perhaps this Abyss soldier was not afraid of the combat power of this squad. But if his negligence caused trouble in the city of Aissalyn, the leader of the Burning Legion, now the leader of the Vanguard, Akmund, would have taken his own life.

"Be on guard! An unidentified creature was spotted ahead. The Abyss Demon clenched the double-headed sword in his hand.

Behind him, there are quite a few demon soldiers. It seems that this abyssal demon should be the leader of the defenders, no wonder, he is particularly concerned about such dangers.

The demon soldiers immediately became alert. Although the sight is not far in the morning, the visibility to the naked eye is low. Still, these demon soldiers struggled to discern the enemy in the mist. Because they know. What is the place behind them.

The soldiers of the Burning Legion are arrogant, and they are not afraid of any outsiders. However, they are afraid of the leader of the Burning Legion, and the demons are not afraid of dying on the battlefield, and they are very concerned about their death at the hands of the leader of the Legion.

The Hellfire team was summoned by Sartre behind him. These elves, who were once the bodies of the Night Elves, have now become what they are now thanks to the power of the Burning Legion. No matter what weapon specialization they were good at during their lifetime. It's like this. They all possess the magic of manipulating the power of burning.

Under the violent eyes, the Hellfire team rushed over.

The Abyss Demon, the leader of the defenders. He was sick of these strange creatures, with long hair and horns on their foreheads, which made the leaders of the garrison very resistant.

"Commander Warfield, we heard your warning, and we hurried over. However, it seems that there is no major problem now. Sartre, the leader, said.

Indeed, there is nothing strange about the Felwood Forest in front of the sight. It's still as calm as ever.

Of course, there is a reason behind such a calm environment.

After a full night's rest, the energy conversion device in the early morning is at its most powerful when it is restarted. Other words. During this period, the energy conversion device maximizes the energy delivery to the combustion portal.

For this reason. All the Ganerray artisan technicians will begin to work on this aspect at this moment. Without the invention of the craftsmen and craftsmen of Ganerlei, there would be no forging and collision of steel, which is why the city of Aisalyn in the early morning would be so peaceful.

Hellfire, and all the demons, fell silent. Silently protecting the burning portal above the Well of Eternity.

Warfield, the leader of the defenders, an abyssal demon, is the first link in the Executor's defensive mission, which is to prevent the natives of Azeroth. to destroy the Burning Portal.

Just yesterday, Akmund held a meeting. This invincible leader of the Burning Legion has told all the advance troops that this planet is not as fragile as they imagined. On this planet, there are creatures they can't predict.

In order not to let the Burning Legion's plan to destroy the world fail, Akmund still took great care to defend the city of Aizarin.

Sartre's words made Warfield unhappy for a while.

What is called nothing, will I be idle and have nothing to do, lying about the military situation.

Warfield raised his double-headed sword, aimed it at Sartre's head, and said viciously, "Firth, you'd better keep an eye on your mouth, or it will cost you your head." ”

"Tsk, look at the incredible appearance of our General Warfield, it seems that you have a good idea of your position. If that's the case, then there's nothing to do with us. Fels, said strangely.

This is the first time Warfield has seen such a provocation. When I was in the Burning Legion before, I also had creatures that I didn't like to look at. However, at that time, everyone was a real fight, and there was never any other crooked intestines.

But now, Warfield saw Sartre with a knife in such a sentence, and he really wanted to cut off his head with a sword.

But this is an assumption after all, and these satyrs are also members of the Burning Legion. The concept of hierarchy of the Burning Legion is not very strong, soldiers, commanders, chiefs. Although he is one level older than an ordinary soldier, among the commanders, his official position is equal to that of this Fels.

In the eyes of the absolute leader Sargeras, as long as they join the race of the Eternal Legion, only they have the strength, then they can gain equal status with other races in the Burning Legion.

The power of these satyrs is also very strong, these creatures that were originally night elves have harnessed the power of the Burning Legion very quickly. Their proficiency in shadow magic simply doesn't belong to the demon lords of Nasrezm.

"Lose your head, this joke is not funny at all. Of course, even if General Warfield said this, I was still very generous, after all, we were defending the city of Esarin, and I could still tolerate what General Warfield did wrong. Firth said leisurely.

The level of the knife in these words is comparable to that of Fuhang.

When Warfield heard this, his lungs exploded. His chest heaved and heaved, and his eyes were as fierce as if they were spewing flames.

"Good. However, if there is really danger in the fog, I still hope that you can survive, otherwise I will have no enemies in this world. Warfield's eyes were sharp, like a sharp knife. Staring straight at Firth's heart.

Firth did not answer Warfield's words. He had already felt the threat from the mist.

It was a familiar magical power, once a touch of magic power, entrenched in the city of Aizarin.

Firth was once a Night Elf as well. Although he had now given up magic and begun to learn the power of the Burning Legion, the Night Elves' inner perception told him that the creatures in the mist had such a familiar breath.

"A light within a light!" Firth muttered.

Oh my God, it's her! Firth also felt the danger. Firth had already determined who the creature in the fog was.

Aishara! Queen of the Night Elves.

Firth was also the vanguard officer of the Silver Elven Army. He has also participated in countless troll wars. During these wars, Firth had seen firsthand the madness of Azhara. The scene of such a huge magical power and the mixed bombardment of the three systems of magic returned to his mind.

"General Warfield, it looks like we have a tough battle to fight. Hurry back to the palace and tell the leader of Akmund and Lord Manolos that the queen of the Night Elves is attacking. Firth ordered his men beside him.

With such a solemn expression, it was the first time that Warfield had seen him. But see that he is no longer provocative. Warfield also fell silent. He led the way into the mist.

"They're coming." Crassus, standing behind the trunk, said.

Ronin's hand surged with the energy of arcane magic: "It seems that Her Royal Highness's seduction has worked, no." There's also an upper-level elf in the back! Ronin added.

The appearance of this night elf is very chic. Still, Crassus knew the creature and knew him as Sartre.

Crassus nodded to Fuhang behind him.

Today's Fu Hang is dressed in a strong suit, and the mage robe on his body has long faded, replaced by a simple costume. This costume was woven by Azhara with magic, when necessary. You can use the magic on your clothes to dodge deadly attacks.

Sylvanas, who was standing beside Fuhang, was still in this outfit. Today, though, she looks relaxed. All along, the Queen's cold face has also disappeared. Seemingly. She is quite confident in today's task.

"No problem, after you do it, the Queen and I will take advantage of the chaos to sneak in." Fu Hang clenched his fists and said with a deep breath.

"These creatures are huge, and we're going as planned. As soon as we fight, I will turn the two of you into two wild boars with Luo Ning, and you can stick to the wall and run in. Crassus said again. It seems that this is not the first time he has said it.

Fuhang is a little disgusted, why can't he change the power of something else. Even lambs can be, at least they can look a little whiter.

However, Crassus and Ronin believe that the boar's black-gray color can be mixed with the bottom wall of the city of Azarin, which may confuse the sight of the demons defending the city, and the clear smoke can be a good aid for Fuhang and Sylvanas to infiltrate the city of Azarin.

"Are you ready?" Crassus confirmed again.

Fuhang and Sylvanas nodded at the same time, apparently they were ready for the last touch.

Crassus nodded at Malfurion on the branch, signaling that it was okay.

Malfurion urged the forces of nature, and countless trees began to grow wildly. The land that had been corrupted by the Flames of Evil Energy was re-covered with green vegetation.

The branches of the trees grew rapidly, and the vines sprouted, and soon the gates of the city of Aizarin were covered with green vines.

The rapid growth of these plants brought Warfield to a halt.

He raised the double-headed sword in his hand and spewed out a massive blast of evil energy, intending to tear through the green vines.

But at the moment when the evil energy erupted.

The arcane energy in Ronin's hands came out. Purple arcane energy struck Warfield's head just right.

The skull, burning with green flames, was struck by the arcane energy. Warfield was furious.

"You wretched, I will leave you dead without a place to bury! Defenders, find these weak creatures for me, and I'll break them into pieces! Warfield said angrily.

Firth just wanted to stop Warfield, but a touch of evil thought in his heart stopped him.

You don't know who the invaders are, but it's our high-ranking Queen, since you are so reckless, let you pay a little price, I still stay here and wait for the arrival of the leader of Akmund. By the way, by the way, you can also take a look at your megalomania and learn a lesson.

The demon soldiers rushed to the Felwood Forest. However, this menacing attack did not have the expected effect. Several magic bombs burst out of the woods.

Blow up all the demon soldiers who rushed towards him.

Warfield was also hit, but he barely managed to block it with his double-ended sword, and did not suffer fatal injuries, except for a slight wound to his abdomen.

However, his demon soldiers were not so lucky.

Many of the demons were so badly injured that they could no longer walk.

Firth watched this scene from the city gate, and he couldn't help but be a little happy. This reckless guy has finally paid the price for his recklessness.

"Is it okay?" Fuhang asked in the back.

Crassus looked at the chaotic scene and nodded.

"That's it."

"Wait!" Aishara stopped Fuhang's movements.

Because he saw that behind this abyss demon squad, there was also a squad similar to the upper elf soldiers, still guarding the city gate.

"And dangerous!" The three-color magical energy in Azhara's hand only gathered at once.

There are also targets, which need to be destroyed.

Even if those creatures looked like they had once been among their people.

Several magic bombs were shot out again. This time, the target is not the Abyss Demon.

Firth looked at the demons in front of him, still rejoicing at the price they paid, but he didn't expect that the next one to be attacked would be himself.

A series of magic bombs exploded in front of him.

The blast energy of the explosion sent him flying to the top of the city walls.

Now, he could be completely sure that this was the magical energy of his former Highness the Queen.

"Action!" Crassus received orders from Queen Azhara. This time is the perfect time for a mission trip. (To be continued......)