While the Northern Expedition was in full swing, while Boss Hu was advancing in Ulduar, Darnassus, the capital of the Night Empire, fell into an abnormal silence.

Darnassus, the city of the Ash Tree, is home to the werewolves of Gilneth in the established Destiny timeline, and the new home of Night Elf refugees from the established Destiny timeline.

The large black tree was covered in ashes, giving it an extremely unnatural black-gray color, and it would fall in gusts of wind along with it.

In the lobby of the treehouse platform at the top of the tree, a female Night Elf is standing in front of a mirror, looking at her gloomy face.

Horrific memories came back like a tidal wave, not only in the dead of night, but also when they were awake, and they also whistled before their eyes.

There is no avoidance, there is no escape.

Walking down the streets of Darnassus, looking at the world-reaching tree of the world, Teldashir, her brain always overlaps everything here with the predetermined destiny of Teldashir.

Their homes have been reduced to burning ruins, and the ashes of despair are scattered across the endless sea, never to fade.

Now, they have come to this extremely strange parallel timeline, and have a familiar and strange home.

This is Tarnassus of Teddashir, but this is not their Tedassus and Darnassus either.

The elf raised her hands and stirred them a few times in the small jar next to the mirror, then raised her hands again and closed her eyes.

As the fingers brushed over the eyes, black ashes stained the eye sockets, and tears accompanied the ashes, forming ten slender black-gray tear streaks under the eyes.

Why did Sylvanas burn down Tedashir?

It doesn't matter anymore, and the truth has long since gone with the wind, and it's nowhere to be found.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

They are now warbringers, night warriors, enemies of the Horde and the Forsaken.

It doesn't matter which world, which timeline, it's the same.

Opening her eyes, she looked at the Banner of the Alliance and the Banner of the Eyes of Truth hanging on the walls of the hall, and the Ashes of the Elf's eyes were full of determination.

Everything here, the World Tree here, the home here, must never step into a burning fate again.

While the time process in this world is still early, it is necessary to destroy the enemy in advance.

Tyrande turned, his longbow in his hand and strode out of the treehouse hall, holding his bow that kept falling black ashes.

Around the Tree of Ashes, all the elven compatriots who have the same idea as themselves and are willing to fight in the position are gathered here at this moment.

They lost their families, they lost their friends, and as they watched the fire engulf their homes, hatred burned in their hearts.

Now they were all Night Soldiers, their eyes covered in ashes from the World Tree of Tedahir, black tears seeping into their skin and never erasing them again.

"Revenge is our only hope. ”

Looking at his compatriots below, Tyrande said calmly.

"We have blended into this strange timeline, as if we had gone back in time, and we regained Tedasil, but our true home has burned to the ground, and we will never accept the same fate as our home here. ”

"As evidenced by the Presiding Judge of the Holy Cult, I hereby declare that I will join the Prime Minister's Council, and that the Night Warriors will also accept the rule of the Night Empire. ”

"And then ... We will kill all the enemies in advance for the crimes they may commit. ”

The eldest son of the god who came to listen looked at each other for a moment, and then nodded, and did not express any objection, what could he say in private, the occasion was not right now.

Tyrande looked in the direction of the Temple of the Moon of Darnassus, and on the hillside on that side stood some of his "acquaintances".

Malfurion's furious winds, the forest demigod Cenarius, and... The other self.

They don't understand their behavior of abandoning the belief in the moon god and the gentle way of nature, and they will never understand.

The two Tyrande looked at each other for a moment, and the Priestess of the Moon, Tyrande, turned away, while her lover Malfurion followed her.

The demigod of the forest, Cenarius, smiled at him, as if he had no doubts or confusion about this decision.

When the Holy Army of this timeline invaded the burning Tedrasir, they found themselves preparing to leave with Malfurion.

They shot down their own Hippogriff, forcing themselves to look at the burning giant tree, at the maddening and painful sight.

Malfurion died, and the Grand Druid, who had been badly wounded by Sarufar, was stabbed in the throat by one of the God's firstborn sons and died in a coma.

They are ruthless killing machines, they plunder the population for the Night Empire, for the glory of the Titans, they are the supremacy of the elves, and they want to kill the doppelgangers of all the important people before the timeline is fully merged.

The new empire of the elves is more cruel and powerful than it was in the time of Azhara, but ... Isn't that exactly what you need right now?

He can't die yet, and his compatriots are being rescued from the fire and sent to the tree of the strange world.

They need themselves, and they need them themselves.

The Holy Cult consulted the Dawn Lord, and in the end, Tyrande was pardoned, escaping his fate of being devoured by his doppelganger, and managed to reach the confines of this timeline before the fusion ended, and continued to survive under the protection of the Titan's divine powers.

Today, the elven refugees have also integrated into this strange empire, and the care and comfort of their compatriots in this timeline make them feel better, but with it, there is also a desire for revenge and a sense of mission for a new homeland.

We must not allow our compatriots in this timeline and themselves to suffer that burning and desperate disaster again.

As a result, a new player has officially entered the faction in the Night Empire: the Night Soldier.

Leader: Tyrande*, Lord of the Ashes.

Tyrande, the Priestess of the Moon, Tyrande, the Night Warrior, and the elves are very clear about the two Tyrande, although they are exactly the same doppelganger, but the gap between the two is too great.

Night Warrior Tyrande, she no longer loves people, she no longer has mercy, she no longer has hopes for peace, she only wants revenge, she only wants to protect the current world tree of Tydarsir.

Only when we lose it can we know how to cherish it, and if we can understand this truth, we will always pay a heavy price.

Tyrande strode forward, followed by two groups of Night Elves in black armor, their ashes shrouded in coldness and determination.

She prepares to go to the Council of the Prime Minister of the Eternal Night, and his first proposal has already been conceived.

Completely expel all tribesmen from the country, strengthen the military force of the Great Wall of Night in the border region of Ash Valley, and mobilize the main army to prepare for a full-scale invasion of the Barrenlands.

Glancing back at the Tree of Ashes, Tyrande quickly looked back ahead.

The Night Soldier's new home is also a source of pain, a dark and miserable monument where all the ashes come from the burning Tedarsir.

I am a messenger of war, and I no longer hesitate.

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