The Night Elves' traditional sphere of influence, Ashenvale, has an irregular lower quarter moon shape, with three junctions from south to north, connecting the Black Coast, Felwood Forest, and Azhara. The main road next to the Falling Star Lake in the west of the Gray Valley leads directly to the barren land. The choppy Angry Water River originates from the Winterspring Valley, the easternmost part of the Karimdor continent, dividing the Ash Valley and Azhara into two parts, facing each other across the river.

The dense woods that cover the Grey Valley are known to the Night Elves as the Nightsong Forest, and the peaceful night is the eternal color of the land.

The River Ferron runs through the northeastern part of the Nightsong Forest and flows diagonally towards the Stonetalon Mountains southwest of the Grey Valley, separated by towering windswept cliffs that must be made from the barrens to reach the Stonetalon Mountains.

The final destination of the Burning Legion, the Holy Mountain of Hyjal, is in the middle of the Ash Valley, the Felwood Forest, and the Winterspring Valley. However, the cliffs that were enough to make the birds extinct and difficult to climb made the travelers have to pass through these three areas in order, and finally in the western labyrinth of the Winterspring Valley, with the good luck of the sky, they can find a dark passage that leads to the holy mountain of Hygar.

Ever since the vanguard of the Burning Legion landed in the Azhara region, the demons have rapidly crossed the Raging River and launched a fierce attack on the Ashenvale region.

The Moon Priestess of the Night Elves, Tyrande, led the team of the Night Elves in the past few days, desperately resisting their attacks, and the two sides launched a fierce tug-of-war on the banks of the Angry Water River, and finally the Burning Legion was superior in battle and attacked the Ashen Valley.

In the Nightsong Forest, Tyrande, dressed in a silver hooded robe and riding a white tiger, stood on a large rock covered with dark brown moss, his eyes looking straight into the sky through the gaps in the leafy branches of the trees. Under the full moon, an eagle flies proudly in the air. But in the blink of an eye, a demon with wings also landed in the sky above the eagle, and the scythe in his hand slashed at him, and a mist of blood mixed with feathers suddenly exploded in the air.

"These damn demons."

Tyrande's silver pupils shrank into pinpoint shapes, the longbow had been drawn into a full moon, and the arrow was firmly aimed at the demon in the air, and then his right hand was released.

The sound of a hurried bowstring sounded!

In the next second, a silver arrow like a bright moonlight pierced the sky, hitting the demon's chest!

The Doomsday Guard, who had been showing off his might, looked at the sudden hole in his chest in amazement. Then it fell straight to the ground like a stone, shattered to pieces, and turned into a puddle of flesh......

It wasn't until the demon's figure disappeared from her view that Tyrande withdrew her longbow, her brow a little tired, the danger of another invasion of the Burning Legion haunting her. They had already tried arrogantly once 10,000 years ago, and the moon god blessed, and evil finally failed. But now these ferocious and bloody demons have made a comeback, and the Night Elves are so weak that they don't know how long they can stop them.

Fortunately. The Kalimdor Coalition has been formed again, and it is not even inferior to 10,000 years ago!

This gave the charming High Priest a little more confidence in his heart, at least the Night Elves were not fighting alone!

Tyrande turned to look, and behind him, the huntress on the Nightblade Leopard was lined up, her weapon reflecting the cold light of the moon. In the surrounding treetops, some archers were watching their surroundings vigilantly, their violet skin blending well into the night, if they didn't show up. Maybe you walk past them and you won't be able to spot some Night Elf hiding there.

The Night Elves are adept at fighting at night, and the Night Sentinels, who are all made up of Night Elven huntress who believe in the moon god Elune, are the darlings of the moon god Elune, and they can see far away as long as there is a faint light under the night.

"If it's me. I'm sure I won't be able to defeat the demons, and I'm glad I have countless sisters, but it......'s not enough," Tyrande thought to herself, and she gently clamped the white tiger between her legs, and the white tiger let out a low roar and ran towards the depths of the forest.

The Qiē of the Gray Valley is so beautiful, comfortable, and peaceful, riding on the horned eagle beast and looking down, the lush towering ancient trees converge into a forest sea. The branches and leaves swayed gently in the moonlight, and they made a pleasant sound as the night breeze passed.

But far away, thousands of Burning Legion demons stayed there, rudely destroying the forest. Trample on the verdant vegetation of the ground.

From time to time, the firelight licked the sky, adding a touch of blush to the deep night, and from a distance, the light and dark flames were more like the smirk of demons.

The Night Elves were like ghosts in the night, wandering through the woods, constantly strangling the lone demons, they did not allow their land to be defiled by these demons, but the number of the Burning Legion grew, and they were surprised to find that some undead creatures also appeared, mixed with the ranks of demons and launched an attack on them.

At the southwest end of the Grey Valley, the battle report of the demon invasion has been heard from the Warsong Canyon where those orcs are stationed, and the other end of the Warsong Canyon is also in full swing, and the demons have enough troops to bloom more and invade in a big way. Even if it was only the vanguard of the Burning Legion that marched into Ashenvale, it would be enough to make the coalition soldiers stationed in Ashenvale anxious......

At this moment, Tyrande was rushing to support another camp on the front line with a sentry force of thousands of people, and the night sentries kept urging the nightblade leopard under his crotch to separate the grass waves and bypass the trees, in order to get there as much as possible.

The churning hills slowed her down slightly, and when she walked forward, over another hill, all she saw was a blood-red patch.

One by one, the huntress and archers behind him rushed to Tyrande's side, and they looked down in pain. Most of the camp under the hills was already engulfed in flames, and smoke continued to rise slowly from the cracked earth, and in the dim light of the fire, the people who had been alive a day before were now torn apart corpses, scattered in all directions. The broken weapon reflected a cold reflection of metal, and there was demonic green blood left on it, stinging the eyes of all the elves.

"Let's go down and see clearly the wounds that those demons have left us, and we will repay them a hundred times in the future." Tyrande gritted his silver teeth so that he would not show weakness, and clenched the longbow in his hand as the priestess drove the white tiger down the hills.

Closer, they can observe the ferocity of the battle more directly.

There are a lot of disorganized footprints around the camp, indicating that the other side completely surrounded the camp before attacking.

Avoid a burning stake. Tyrande walked slowly, gently bypassing a few corpses from time to time, to the two dead ancient war trees to take a closer look. These two ancient war trees are burning, their skin is blackened by the fire, and there are many wounds of different shades exposing the wood inside, but it seems that the color inside is very similar, which means that they have been in contact with the air for about the same time, that is to say, there are many demons or undead who swarmed up at that time, and almost instantaneously caused so much damage to the ancient war tree!

Lose the resistance of the ancient tree of war in front. The Night Elves' bodies are undoubtedly weaker than those of demons, Cadore is better at ambushes or ranged attacks, melee combat is the weakest link of the sentinels, and when the number is still at an absolute disadvantage, it is normal for the whole army to be wiped out......

"Lord Priest, come and see here." A female sentry shouted at Tyrande, her eyes filled with irrepressible anger.

"I'll come over here." Tyrande answered him, and rushed to the sentry's side, following her directions.

The root of a thick oak tree. Several stumps were sprinkled there, and at first glance they looked like they had been torn vigorously, and the irregular wounds and still connected musculature proved that their opponents had great strength. In addition to this, the corpses of several Night Elves revealed the bones of Bai Sensen, their abdomen had been hollowed out, and there were still traces of bite on their bones.

"It's the work of the scourge of the dead, I've heard of ghouls or abominations. Has a habit of devouring corpses. The female sentry said angrily with grief and indignation on her face, in a tone of pain that she had tried to suppress.

Several huntress behind Tyrande, seeing this scene, couldn't help but turn their heads and vomit.

"This proves that both the Burning Legion and the Undead Scourge are here, and their numbers may be far greater than we expected." Tyrande held back the gagging pain in his throat and tilted his head away: "The action to awaken the sleeping clansmen in the Emerald Dream must be accelerated!" ”

"Also, ask for help from Shuharu's Grand Overseer, Good, Titan's Power, and the Terror Totem. Let's hope they'll send in some of the Minotaur warriors to support us before the druids wake up from their sleep! Tyrande pondered for a moment, then turned to the adjutant behind him and ordered, "With the Sentinel Force alone, we can't exert our maximum combat power to stop the demon's attack!" The number of Ancient Guardian Trees is too scarce, and we lack the powerful melee interception to resist the onslaught of demons! ”

The adjutant sitting on the Nightblade Leopard nodded and took the order, but at this moment......

"Enemy attack!"

The sentinels in the ancient trees let out a terrible alarm and fired with their bows and arrows!

It was the troops of the Burning Legion who attacked. Most of the demons easily dodged the arrows and continued to rush forward, their great terrifying roars and roars being the only sounds in the forest at the moment.

These demons have grown up in killing and destroying for a long time, and have a wealth of combat experience and fighting skills, in just a moment. A dozen Cerberus had already burst to a distance of two or three hundred meters from Tyrande. The demon guards behind them, armed with huge battle axes, also rushed towards them, and once they were allowed to rush into the ranks, they would surely be slaughtered by the sentry units that were not good at melee combat!

"Retreat!"

At the critical moment, Tyrande, who was also experienced in a hundred battles, quickly gave the right order.

As a commander, you must have the ability to accurately judge the enemy's situation.

The Burning Legion is numerous, and the terrain is completely unfavorable for fighting your side. The Night Elves are best at hitting the enemy with long-range fire in high-speed movements, and if they are attacked by the enemy, it is equivalent to losing half of the loss. This Sentinel unit alone cannot compete with the numerically superior Burning Legion!

Shooting three arrows at the front, knocking down the Cerberus at the front, the massive white tiger had already taken a few steps sideways with the priestess Tyrande, dodging the fireballs from several demons, and let out a roaring roar in the direction of the Burning Legion.

The black-pressed demons and undead quickly approached, pouring out of the dense forest as if endlessly, scattering branches and vines flying everywhere and filling the sky with dust. The invisible fury increased as they advanced, snowballing.

In the face of those strange and terrifying demons, people can't help but have a fear from the bottom of their hearts......

Fortunately, although the number of thousands of sentinels brought by Tyrande is not large, they are all elite sisters who have participated in the battle of the ancients. Under the furious pursuit of demons, the Night Elves rode the Nightblade Leopard, running backwards in a nervous and orderly manner, occasionally turning around and backhand to swing a wave of moon blades or shoot a few arrows, hindering the Burning Legion's pace.

The Huntress unleashed a wave of moonblades with a catapult effect that caused great suffering to the chasing demon. Bright as snow, the moon blades tore through the night sky, and after knocking down the demons in front, they didn't stop, bouncing off strange and twisting arcs, bending and shooting at other demons, hitting the second and third......

The Burning Legion's onslaught formation was disrupted by the rain of arrows and the moonblade wave, and the Night Elves were more familiar and accustomed to this forest where they had lived for generations, and the distance between the two sides grew wider and wider, and finally the raging demon army could only watch as the Night Elves disappeared into the vast night with annoyance.

……

Kilometers away, Tyrande, who had led the team out of demonic pursuit, breathed a sigh of relief. The order was given to slow down the troops and restore the body.

A few drops of cold water floated onto the priestess's face.

The sky was overcast at some point, and the inky dark clouds rolled violently, and the clouds were very low, like a pot lid clasped overhead, bringing a very heavy sense of oppression. The roar of the wind also gradually went crazy, and the trees that were usually familiar were like ghosts, passing by in front of them. And ahead, there is still a boundless darkness......

"To win this war. We have to mobilize all the forces we can! In his ignorance, with a sudden wind of anger in his ears, Tyrande's mind flashed through the meaningful instructions of the young Minotaur Grand Overseer at the end of the Alliance.

A glimmer of enlightenment appeared in the heart of Tyrande*'s voice......

"It's been 10,000 years...... Illidan ...... You... Are you alright...... Goode, we're in trouble! ”

Sal, who has always been steady and confident, stood in front of Old Tang with a solemn face at this moment, and said in a depressed tone.

And after a while, the old Tang who followed Sal who came in a hurry into the camp was also pale...... He already knew what the trouble was for Sal!

Warsong Canyon covers a large area, and the camp built by the warriors of the Warsong Clan in the canyon is full of rugged orc-style buildings. Although it is very different from the style of the surrounding dense forest, it also brings a different kind of heroic momentum and alternative charm to the beautiful and tranquil gray valley.

But Old Tang didn't come to enjoy the scenery. At this moment, the scene in the camp of the coalition forces surprised Old Tang, and even a little ...... At a loss!

In a rough barracks made of giant logs. There were moans of pain, weakness, and exasperation. The vast majority of the warriors who had followed the roar of hell across the battlefield and fought in the north and south were now weak and limp lying on their backs on their beds. Not to mention being stubborn and stubborn, it is difficult to even move your hands and feet slightly to the sky!

Old Tang had just noticed the scene of the orc warriors in a barracks who had worked hard for a long time to grab the kettle on the bedside table next to him, but finally gave up in despair. It's just that in the past, the angry rebuke that resounded on the battlefield and shocked the enemy's courage is now completely empty, like a moan......

"It started all of a sudden, the night before yesterday..."Seeing Old Tang's shock and confusion, Sal explained to Old Tang in a low voice while leading the way ahead. More than 20,000 of the more than 30,000 warriors of War Song were infected with this strange disease, and their limbs were weak and weak. And all of them are veterans who have rich combat experience and participated in World War I and World War II. Of the Warsong Warriors stationed in Ashenvale, fewer than three thousand young recruits survived. It is also able to maintain combat effectiveness! ”

The shocking scene in the camp shook Old Tang's heart. Even if Old Tang racked his brains, he was shocked by this change and his mind was confused, and he didn't expect for a moment what would make tens of thousands of brave warriors of war songs turn into weak and weak soft-footed cats overnight......

"Is this also the case with coalition soldiers of other races?" Following Sal closely towards the barracks in the middle of the camp, Old Tang asked in Sal's ear with a frown.

"No, only orcs! Or only those Warsong clan orc veterans who fought in World War I and World War II! Sal shook his head grimacingly. He replied with a gloomy face, failing to find out the truth about the "strange disease" contracted by his fellow orcs, which made the newly promoted heroic shaman chagrin: "Even Grom...... also failed to resist, and was even stricter than others...... Have been in a coma all day......"

"Their expression reminds me of my compatriots who once lost hope and were insensitive......"

"Wait, you said that there are only veterans of the War Song clan who participated in World War I and World War II?" Abruptly interrupted Sal's elaboration, but the annoyed words of the orc chief made a flash of speculation in Old Tang's mind: "Just like the orcs who were once imprisoned in the shelter? ”

Old Tang's eyes became brighter and brighter, and it was an excited expression that guessed the truth.

Sal was still leading the way with his head down and anxiety on his face, so he didn't notice the abnormality of Old Tang's complexion, and heard Old Tang's abrupt inquiry. His brow tightened again, and he nodded in annoyance.

"Wait, Thrall! I think I know why! Old Tang grabbed Sal, who was walking in front of him, and said confidently in the latter's blank expression: "The Warsong Clan has never been imprisoned in a shelter, right?" ”

"Grom has never been captured by a human! The Warsong Clan has also been fighting under the encirclement and suppression of humans! Sal's eyes are getting brighter and brighter, and he is already extremely smart, following Old Tang's train of thought, and gradually figured out the key to this "strange disease", and sorted out the thoughts that have been depressed!

"So the warriors of the War Song Clan have never experienced the torture of the shelter, and they have never become depressed and lost the ** of the battle when they insist on fighting!" Old Tang's face gradually showed a clear expression, and his tone became more and more affirmative: "That is to say." With the exception of Grom, the warriors of the Warsong Clan have never experienced the backlash of demonic blood like the orc warriors of other clans who have been imprisoned in the asylum! ”

"Veterans of World War I and World War II are all older orcs who once drank the blood of demons in Draenor!" Thrall's complexion was also solemn and gloomy before, and gradually became cheerful and resolute, and the shaman, who had also figured out a qiē joint, followed Old Tang's words and said, "And those young warriors who have not contracted the strange disease are the new generation that has been born in Azeroth in the last twenty years or so, just like me!" ”

"If they don't drink the demon's blood directly, they will naturally not be eaten by the demon's blood!" A smile appeared on the corner of Old Tang's mouth, and he added affirmatively: "And the allies of other races, it is impossible for the demon's blood to be weakened and repulsed!" ”

"It's not a 'weird disease', Sal! It's the demonic blood in the Warsong warriors! ”

Old Tang's face was as usual, and he stared closely at the tribal chief who breathed a long sigh of relief, and said categorically. Sal also regained his former calm and composure. nodded vigorously, agreeing with Old Tang's inference.

But then Sal frowned slightly and asked suspiciously, "But why at this time?" ”

In the face of Sal's doubts, Old Tang asked clearly, "Grom should have mentioned to you the blood of which demon leader the Warsong Clan once drank, right?" ”

"It's the lieutenant of Sargeras, Manolos!" Sal nodded and said what he knew, and then suddenly his eyes widened, and he looked at Old Tang in surprise and said, "You mean?" ”

"That's right!" Old Tang took out a hot sand consortium cigar, lit it, took a long breath, and replied without the slightest hesitation: "According to the prediction of the prophet Medivan, this time the vanguard officer sent by the Burning Legion." It's this abyss lord who claims to be the 'strongest'! ”

"And now it looks like the demon leader has arrived in the Valley of the Ashes and is making a move! And his first goal...... It's the Grom and Warsong Clan! ”

"The distance between the two sides is so close, Manolos can easily multiply the demonic counterattack power of the warriors of the Warsong Clan, and he is powerless to participate in the battle! And his idea is nothing more than to force and lure the orcs to drink the blood of the devil again, and be controlled by the demon's killing **! Otherwise. The weakened Warsong Clan will be powerless to resist any threat and will have to sit back and wait! ”

Old Tang's pupils flashed with a terrifying fierce light. If it weren't for Old Tang's intervention, Yiqiē didn't change, it was a series of temptations and arrangements from this powerful Abyss Lord that made the orc god of war once again drink the blood of demons and fall into bloodthirsty killing**, and provoked a conflict between the Warsong clan and the night sentinels! caused a large number of coalition elites to fall into internal friction, suffered heavy casualties, and directly led to the end of the fall of Cenarius and Hellroar, two of Azeroth's top combat powers!

However, since everything had changed, Old Tang naturally wouldn't let this Abyss Lord do whatever he wanted. Get back a round!

This time, Old Tang will let all his plans come to naught!

Before they knew it, Don and Thrall, who had solved their doubts, had arrived at the command post in the middle of the camp, and the orc god of war Grom*Hellroar, who had fallen into a coma due to the curse of weakness, was now lying inside, being treated by shamans and druids. Previously, Thrall had been busy suppressing the blood in his body that had been under the roar of hell. did not shoot in battle. Otherwise, with the strength of the first rank of the Thrall Hero, the battle before he commanded and shot would not be so difficult!

"Thrall, it's not just the Warsong clan itself that is affected by the blood of Manolos now, in the battle just now, there are also a large number of depraved beasts whose minds have been polluted by the demons, and they are following the demon forces to storm this camp! We must hurry up and take the initiative before the situation deteriorates to the point where it is out of control! ”

Old Tang was in front of the door of the command post, grabbed Sal's arm and said in a stern tone, and Sal also nodded and replied after a moment of silence: "The key to Qiē is Manolos, if we want to turn the situation around, we must take the initiative......"

"Kill him! Send him back to the Twisted Void! The fierce light in Old Tang's eyes soared, he squeezed his huge fist, made a series of bone joint explosions, and said angrily: "As long as you kill him, the weakness of the War Song Warrior will not be defeated, and even completely redeemed!" ”

"Well, but with just the two of us, the odds ...... Not too! I will try my best to contact the support, and be sure to kill Manolos as much as possible to prevent future troubles! Saar's decision was equally categorical, and after analyzing the symptoms clearly, the young tribal chief finally showed the toughness and decisiveness that a leader of a great country should once again!

"Kill this bastard Manolos, how can you miss me!"

Suddenly, the door of the command post beside Old Tang was slammed open, and a roar like thunder but still weak sounded in the ears of Old Tang and Sal.

"Grom, are you awake?" Seeing the brother awaken from his coma, Sal stepped forward with a look of surprise on his face. Seeing that the orc god of war was still stumbling and weak, the hidden worry on his face was also undisguised, and after a pause, Sal hesitated and said: "You are still in the backlash of the demon's blood, and your combat power has not yet recovered, I can't risk letting you participate in the action!" ”

"I'm not weak enough to hold the bloody roar of Cheng Dù!" Hellroar's eyes turned red, and he raised the roar of blood in his hand, unquestionably interrupting Thrall's persuasion: "Kill Manolos, touch the curse in the blood of my people, and redeem myself...... This is a responsibility that I must fulfill! ”

"I will not give this glory to anyone! Even if it's death...... I'm going to bury Manolos with me first! ”

The unquestionable declaration of Hell's roar left Sal speechless, unable to express any more consolation, so he could only give the old Tang on the side a fierce look and signal the old Tang to come forward to stop him. It's a pity that a smile appeared on the corner of Old Tang's mouth, ignoring Sal's hints, and only after a long time did he say confidently:

"In that case, I won't stop you from earning glory for yourself, Grom! But...... We will never let you fight alone, let alone let you die on the battlefield as you wish! Old Tang's face smiled even more, and he stated with the same unquestionable statement:

"We'll set out early tomorrow morning to Manolos' hideout! And before that, you have to adjust your combat condition...... And Sal and I will pick a few helpers for you! ”

Stretching out his hand to stop the words that came to his lips from the orc god of war, Old Tang stared at Grom's blood-red eyes with blazing eyes, and said extremely strongly:

"This is not a bargain, Grom! You have to listen to me in this matter! Otherwise you want to participate...... No need to talk! (To be continued) Q