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The Horde's armies began to surrender, not only physically unable to hold on, but also mentally broken.

There is no way, in the face of the resurrection from the dead, or the previous generations of great chiefs who have long since left office, the soldiers of the tribe have no fighting spirit at all.

Let me ask you, when Durontan, Orgrim, Thrall and Woking stand in front of you, which one of you as an orc dare to attack?

When Kane's bloody hoof stands in front of you, will you, as a minotaur, be able to cut it down?

"Stop, give up resistance, warriors of the tribe, this war has no glory at all, and the tribe should not be like this! Surrender, I order you to surrender as the Great Chief, and you will be given a chance to atone for your sins!"

I have to say that the appeal of the Great Chieftain Star Group is countless times higher than that of Sylvanas, the new Great Chief.

The orcs, minotaurs, and troll soldiers began to lay down their arms, and although they were full of confusion and confusion, they really didn't want to fight anymore, and this battle couldn't be fought.

They then began to quickly spread the knowledge points about the timeline and make quick decisions.

Those who don't want to join are naturally waiting for the timeline to complete the fusion, and this will be over forever.

It is unknown whether they will return to their established timeline or disappear forever.

At this moment, a wave of energy fluctuations that made people palpitate incomparably swept in.

With a clear and audible roar, the top of the silver-white tower on the sea roared and spread, except for a dark golden ring of divine power, and everything that did not belong to this timeline instantly disappeared and dissipated.

The sea and Lodanel instantly calmed down, and all living beings were dead except for his own army and the allies who had come to help in the battle.

The old Sarufar took the initiative to stop the battle, and he looked at the World Tree battlefield in the distance, which had calmed down in an instant, and then looked at the surrounding soldiers who had surrendered on a large scale, as well as the forsaken and goblins who were being slaughtered.

"Surrender, and you will continue to fulfill your duty and mission in the Horde. Sarufar also stopped his attack and calmly looked at his old self.

"The tribe ... It's our only home, and since you're another me, tell me you're going to surrender?"

Sarufar fell silent when he heard this.

"So why bother, I'll die here in glory, come, for the sake of the tribe!"

"For the sake of the tribe ... ”

Sarufar exhaled deeply and clenched his battle axe, he was going to give his old self a glorious death.

And the old Sarufar got his wish, the old warrior he did his best, he did not lose to anyone, he only lost to himself.

"Tell me, Brooks, my brother ... Did he die in battle in your timeline?"

Hearing this, Sarufar nodded slowly.

"Killed in battle, he became a hero to the tribe for generations. ”

"Well, I don't have to worry about it, I'm finally ... You can see my son again, and you will understand all this, young me. ”

The old Sarufar collapsed with a bang, the old soldier was relieved, he had no more regrets, no more pain, he got what he deserved, and he died with glory.

Sarufar will never be defeated, and the only one who can defeat him is himself.

"For the sake of the tribe ... ”

"For the sake of the tribe ... ”

On the battlefield, both sides stopped, staring at Sarufar who had fallen to the ground, and Sarufar who was standing next to the corpse.

"For the sake of the tribe ... And you can never understand that, even if you have all the valid reasons and reasons, Banshee. ”

Grom approached Sylvanas, who was being carried by him, and whispered.

With that, he slammed the neck of the Banshee King.

Burning Giant Tree, Teldashir, Darnassus.

In the Moon Temple, the surviving elves trembled in horror and watched in great silence at the group of evil stars that suddenly came in.

All of the werewolves from Gilneth and other members of the race were killed, and the wolf king, Jean Greymane, desperately protected his wife and jumped into the portal to Stormwind, where the dwarf mage who maintained the portal was beheaded by the Chosen Zealot.

"Get out of here, and your compatriots who have come to your rescue will soon arrive here, and you will be properly accommodated, a gift from the Eternal Night Emperor. ”

"You're elves too, mutated elves! Why kill them, they're allies who came to help us evacuate here! And werewolves, they... ”

"Shut up, priestess, now is not the time for you to ask questions, now ... Get out. ”

The Holy Cult officer coldly interrupted the Moon Priestess's questioning as he looked at the statue of the Moon God in the center of the Temple of Divine Beauty, his face disdainful.

It's too fake, it's not like it at all, it's just the imagination of the elves, and there is no fluctuation of divine power at all.

The Holy Cult didn't lie to them, and the Hippogriff Rescue Team soon arrived and began to quickly pick up the refugees.

At present, their own World Tree, Teldashir, has been transformed into a huge refugee camp, and the canopy plains are full of elven people who have successfully escaped.

They were so confused, everything was so unreal, like a terrible nightmare.

One moment it was the World Tree that was raging with fire, and the next moment it was as if time had gone back in time, and it was still the World Tree, but it was still intact.

Everything is still as peaceful as ever, with deep forests and calm, unwavering waters.

No horde attacks, no flames.

But it was so unfamiliar, especially the banner of the Eye of Truth that could be seen everywhere, and the statue of the Eternal Night God Emperor that I had never heard of, and it was obvious that there was a frenetic imperial atmosphere.

The Priestesses of the Moon from Darnassus, led by Tyrande, wander through the camps, healing their wounded elven compatriots.

The vast majority of the refugees have been successfully rescued, and the few that remain are hidden in the ruins or scattered throughout the Black Sea.

Time is getting tighter, and the timeline is devouring and merging faster and faster, so there is not much time left for the Night Empire to collect the elven refugees.

The rescued elven refugees, after receiving proper treatment and rest, will be settled in various parts of the territory by the empire to start a new life in this strange timeline.

They still have a lot to learn, especially the transformation of state ideology, which takes a lot of time to get used to.

You know, how long did it take for the Night Elves to gradually move from the Council of the Big Four to the Imperial system.

The Lord's Inquisitor of the Holy Cult's Truth, Aururell, proposed another internal purge to quickly change the mindset of this large number of elven refugees, but this proposal was immediately rejected by the Titan Emperor, who called her a muscular woman who could only fight and kill.

The experience of this group of refugees is already so miserable, and the mentality and spirit are tense, Boss Hu can't bear to add a heavy pressure shackle to them.

So... Take your time, after all, if the rope is too tight, it will break.