The Burning World Tree, Teldashir.

The entire canopy plain at the top had now turned into a sea of fire, devouring all living things.

"There's a trapped beast there! God, he's so fat!"

A horned hawk knight shouted to his companions, pointing to a wild fat beast below that was flapping its wings and unleashing a hurricane in an attempt to extinguish the flames around it.

The group of eagle beast knights immediately lowered their altitude and swooped down with a roar, while the two upper elven mages began to unleash a large area of blizzard, quickly extinguishing the flames.

"Goo-goo... Coo-goo-goo... Coo-goo-goo... "The rescued fat owl wanted to flap its short wings a few times and sell a few cuteness, but it was immediately stopped by the hurried cavalry.

"Shut up, be honest, don't move! We'll take you to the rear portal. ”

At this moment, the flames in the Shadow Valley area have been completely extinguished, and a large number of upper elf mages have simply cleared out the ruins of the town, and built a two-way portal to the World Tree on their side.

The Night Elves coexist with nature, so this time they are not only trying to collect and rescue their compatriots from another timeline, but also to rescue the various animals, treemen, and bear monsters that live in the canopy plains.

"How are you going to fight when you're dressed like this? Titans are on it, it's really strange that you have this timeline!"

The town of Dolanar in the middle of the plain, the fire here has been barely controlled at this moment, and the horned eagle beast knights who came to the rescue looked at their compatriots on this timeline and complained a little.

Look at what you're wearing, it's called an extremely exposed, three-point feather light leather armor, the woman looks like a catwalk, the man looks like a brother, what are you doing here!

The elves, dressed in full-cover armor and full-cover robes, expressed extreme puzzlement.

The panicked and desperate Night Elves were naturally surprised by this group of elven compatriots who suddenly appeared and said to be from another timeline, but now is not the time to think about this carefully, the most important thing is to save their lives first.

"There's also a group of Nightblade Leopards nearby, and they're still saved!"

"Lead the way. ”

Well, the elves who were busy running for their lives hadn't forgotten their Nightblade Leopard.

In the sky, the main force of the huge Horned Hippogriff roared by, flying towards the burning Darnassus one after another, and that giant city was the focus.

In the city, a series of arcane energy light casts shot down, and the huge air currents set off instantly extinguished the surrounding flames, and the troops of the Holy Cult Army jumped directly into the burning city.

Then, the Chosen Fanatics unfolded the energy swords on their wrists, and the Chosen Immortals also began to search for spiritual power.

They're not here to save people, they're here to kill.

Find any high-level figure and shoot them to death.

Tyrande and Malfurion on this timeline have already gone to Stormwind City at the moment, and the time change has not affected so far, so there is no way to kill them on the spot, but in the Moon Temple, there should be many high-level survivors at this moment.

In order to fully devour and fuse the timeline in the future, it is necessary to strangle threats and variables in the cradle early.

"Second team, go to the Druid City, and for the rest, follow me to attack the Temple of the Moon. ”

"What if you find a werewolf from Gilneth?"

"Kill. ”

The officer of the Holy Cult Army, who led the team, gave an extremely cold answer.

The forces of the Holy Cult Army split into two directions, murderously advancing through the flames towards their respective objectives.

In the burning city, countless elven civilians find hope in despair.

The overwhelming horned eagle beasts roared to the sky, holding Olympiad loudspeakers and shouting loudly, telling the civilians who heard to immediately go to the open field for rescue.

It was unclear where the reinforcements had come from, but the elven populace, who had fallen into despair, were still ecstatic.

But when they see another World Tree, that's where the questions begin.

Black Coast region.

The Horde's army was in a rout, and the Tribal soldiers, who had just finished a high-intensity battle, were powerless to resist the group of heavily armed and leisurely "compatriots".

Especially the steel Golon who roared and opened fire, which simply made the soldiers have no fighting spirit.

The old King Sarufar jerked his head down, dodging a low-flying star of steel whizzing by, while raising his battle axe, barely fending off his opponent's attack.

That's another self, the self at the peak of integrity.

"Who are you! Is that Grome, Durotan, Orgrim, Woking? This can't be!"

"I don't want to explain too much to you, the other me, why didn't you stop this from happening? Slaughter civilians? Burn that tree? It's a war with no honor!

Sarufar swung his tomahawk once more, slashing at his old self, glaring at him.

"You don't know all this! You don't know what I've done in this war!"

The old Sarufar was in pain, and although he obeyed the orders of the High Chief, he also did his best to hold on to his glory, and during the attack on Lodanel, he ordered his soldiers to let go of the elven civilians in the town.

"And what about the sneak attack from behind? The bronze dragon has already told me why! Sylvanas's actions, she doesn't deserve to be the great chief of the tribe!"

The battle between the two Sarufars was extremely fierce, and the surrounding battlefield also entered a white heat.

Sylvanas snorted and leaped backwards for a long distance.

"Is that all you have to do, Grand Chief?" Grom roared with a grim face as he held his tomahawk and whispered as he approached.

Flutter!

Not far away, Kargas* grinned, grabbed Nathanos* wither's neck with his left hand, lifted him up, and then stabbed him in the chest with the blade fist of his right arm, crushing his heart, which had long since ceased to beat, and the human dark ranger died instantly.

"It looks like you've lost your general, Grand Chief. ”

Grom glanced at it, then chuckled lowly.

"Break the hand, attack, kill the forsaken, kill the dark rangers!" Kargas slammed the corpse aside like garbage, calling out to the Iron Tribe soldiers around him.

"Don't forget the cunning goblins. Grom shouted at Kargas as he approached Sylvanas.

"Yes, Great Chief... Ha, I've seen too many big chiefs today. Kargas laughed.

"You know, I don't care why you burned the World Tree, I don't care who you slaughtered, I don't care what happened to your world, I just know that there is no glory in this war you commanded, and that's enough for me. ”

Grom turned his head to look directly at the retreating Banshee King, pressing in.

"You have disgraced the glorious tribe, and that's why you deserve to die, for whatever reason. ”