The first rays of the morning sun shine into the Grand Overseer's mansion in the legion fortress.

Old Tang, who woke up from his sleep, looked through his trousers and armor lining from the messy clothes on the floor in the bedroom, gently pushed away the harpy little Nizi who was holding him like an octopus and pillowed on his chest, tiptoed away from the bed, and walked to the long table with the glory armor.

Old Don's movements were very light, lest he wake up Serena* Blood Feather. But for Old Tang's big body, this is really a bit difficult....

"Do you want to say goodbye without saying goodbye?

Xiao Nizi's cold and annoyed voice came from behind Old Tang. Old Tang, who was about to put on the armor, showed a helpless wry smile, turned around and walked to the side of the bed, gently pinched Xiao Nizi's cheek, and said softly: "Don't you sleep a little longer?" ”

Ignoring Don's clumsy excuse of deliberately diverting the topic, Serena *Blood Feather, who was wearing a silk nightgown, ignored the spring light, got out of bed and grabbed the armor neatly placed on the long table, and served Old Tang one by one like a virtuous wife, and put them on one by one, with a focused look as if she was creating a work of art......

Without saying anything to interrupt this rare warm scene, Old Tang quietly looked at the woman who had been by his side for a long time, looking at her long blood-red hair, delicate and bewitching face, and eyes full of tenderness......

I don't know when this woman who came to me unconsciously has become an inseparable part of my life. Old Tang can no longer imagine how bad and boring his life would be without her company.

"Are you really not going to take me with you?" Gently wrap the armor around Old Tang's waist. Serena Blood Feather leaned her head against Old Tang's chest and asked faintly.

"You're hurt, Serena, I'm ......"

"Bad excuses!" Before Old Tang's answer could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Xiao Nizi's coquettishness. Raised his head and stared at Old Tang's eyes full of embarrassment. Serena muttered with a resentful expression: "Is it because my strength can no longer keep up with your pace, and if I can't help you, it will increase your burden...... Don't you want me anymore......"

"Don't think too much, Serena." Old Tang, who couldn't cry or laugh, his face gradually became serious, and his hands were gently placed on Serena's shoulders, and Old Tang said with unprecedented seriousness: "The reason why we joined the coalition and fought against those demons was precisely to protect this world and protect those we care about from harm. ”

"And you're one of the people I care about the most......"

"If you're hurt by going to war, what's the point of my efforts?"

After that, Old Tang showed a smile. Gently lowered her head and kissed Xiao Nizi's forehead. whispered softly in her ear, "Wait for me to come back at home...... Wait until this campaign is over...... We're going to have a baby! ”

"Phew, who rarely gives you a baby! You are not the one who suffers! Old Tang's hooligan words made Xiao Nizi recover from her resentful state, and she smacked Old Tang with a smile on her face. Then he instructed with a solemn face: "Go completely, and come back to me completely!" ”

"There are so many masters in the coalition army. It's not your turn to save the world! Don't just try to be in the limelight, if you are in any danger and let me know, I'll tear you up and feed the lizards, do you hear? ”

Looking at Xiao Nizi's "vicious" expression, Old Tang smiled slightly. Straightened his chest and abdomen and put on a look of receiving the general's order, and replied with a "board and a glance":

"Yes, Her Majesty Queen Serena!"

……

Blood Elf Residency in a Team Fortress.

In a **barracks,** the upper body of Illidan * angry wind. He was sitting motionless at the head of the bed, staring at the small white flower in his hand. It was a gift from Tyrande, who was a little girl 10,000 years ago, after a play. It is also the most precious memory of the demon hunter for the woman he deeply loves......

10,000 years of years is enough to make the whole world vicissitudes. But it couldn't dry this flower and that unforgettable memory for Illidan.

Even if he was imprisoned in a dark cage, even if his powerful power was suppressed by the shackles, Illidan, who had been imprisoned for 10,000 years, still used the only remaining trace of mana to maintain the original appearance of this little flower every day, and did not let this ordinary little white flower wither and wither......

The memories are still there, the feelings are still there, how can Illidan let it dry and wither as a memorial?

This is a memory of Tyrande...... Unless the Demon Hunter is dead, no one will want to take it from Illidan!

Not even the most unforgiving time!

"Knock knock!"

There was a gentle knock on the door of the barracks, and the reserved and elegant voice of the elven prince sounded outside the door:

"Lord Illidan, it's time for us to go!"

"I see!" Illidan's eerie voice rang out in response, and Tyrande's memories were placed in a specially opened space lock, and with a gesture of both hands, the blade of Aeginos hanging from the wall had flown close to the Demon Hunter's hand.

The faces of Tyrande and Malfurion seemed to flash before Illidan's eyes, and the Demon Hunter muttered in a determined tone, "Tyrande, and my stupid brother...... Look at it, and I'll prove to you how wrong you are! ”

"I'm going to be a hero that people celebrate!"

"I ...... Will be the savior of Azeroth! ”

……

In the Lord's Mansion of Theramore, a melodious melody sounded over and over again.

Gianna Proudmoore looked at the music box in front of her, and looked at the two little people dancing with the silver moon in the music box, her eyes were red.

It was a Valentine's Day gift from Arthas.

That year, the handsome prince sued him, and the two villains represented him and himself, and they would be together forever.

That year, the prince told the princess that when he ascended the throne, he would marry himself and become his queen, and they would have a large number of children. He would teach them horseback riding and bowing, and martial arts; And he is responsible for teaching children to read and write, and learn magic......

But why hasn't it been realized?

Why did all the promises come to naught?

Tears had blurred Gianna's eyes unconsciously, and the female mage was already lying on the table and weeping.

"Lord Lord, Duke Leorik has informed you that it's time for the troops to leave!" The adjutant's request sounded outside the study door, and Gianna hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. Taking a deep breath, the weak girl had already hidden in the corner, and in front of the people she was revealed, she became the majestic female lord of Theramore, the heroic archmage......

"Return to the Duke, I'll come!" Gianna, who had regained her strength, replied loudly.

"Arthas, if you still have a conscience, then bless me and the soldiers of Theramore to defeat the Burning Legion!" Gianna's eyes were once again staring at the music box on the table, and she murmured with a resolute face, "Holy light, one day I will let you be saved!" I swear! ”

……

In the morning light, Durotal's orc camp was bustling.

The army of hundreds of thousands of orcs was already ready to go, and they marched in batches towards the Ash Valley.

In front of the big chief's tent, Taresa was like an eldest sister who sent her brother off on the expedition, carefully pulling the collar of the armor lining for Sal in front of her, and softly instructing and reminding Sal to pay attention to safety over and over again. And Sal didn't have the slightest embarrassment or impatience. With an envious face, he enjoyed the warmth and comfort brought to him by his "family".

"Be sure to take care of yourself, Sal!" Taresha's blue eyes were full of worry. In his eyes, Sal would always be the little brother who followed her and looked at the world curiously. Even if Salgui is now the chieftain and the leader of a large clan that leads millions of orcs.

"Taresha, don't worry!" Sal assured the human girl in front of him with a straight face: "The demons will eventually reap defeat and death, while we will win victory and glory!" ”

"No one can defeat the Horde!"

After a moment's hesitation, Thrall strode forward and gently hugged the human girl in front of him, and said in the same soft tone:

"You have to take care of yourself, too...... My sister, wait for the news of our victory! ”

With that, Thrall was already carrying the hammer of destruction that Orgrim had passed on to him, and strode towards his warriors.

What awaits them is a battle for survival and glory......

Victory or Death!

……

"Pain and **, strength and honor, survival and destruction...... Is anyone really willing to fight a war that is destined to have no winners? ”

Standing quietly on the peak of the Sacred Mountain of Hyjal, Medivan looked up at the world tree in front of him, Nodashir, which seemed to support heaven and earth, and muttered to himself.

The sun was slowly rising behind him, staining his black robes blood-red, and the thick fog that hid the future obscured his eyes of hope, making him full of confusion about the decisive battle.

There was no expression on the Guardian's face, and the battle that was about to begin was already beyond his control. He has enough to rival the demigods, but he has no ability to defeat Akmund alone.

As the last guardian of the world of Azeroth, the guardian of Tirisfa, when Medivan was first tempted by the whispers of the powerful fallen titan in his soul and finally fell, he foresaw the current war that was destined to have no winner.

He had warned King Terenus of Lordaeron and Antonidas Lord of Dalaran while the flames of war were still raging beneath Northrend, but neither of the two leaders he considered the most far-sighted of them took his words to heart...... Now, he had to put his hope of saving the world on these races who still had hatred for each other, and on the coalition of these Kalimdor warriors......

"Or maybe they've done it well enough." Medivan sighed softly, "I will watch all the life on this continent and fight with them to the end......"

"To survive, fight." (To be continued...... Q