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"Why?"

The Night Elf scout had been hit by three or four arrows in his back and was dying. She was coughing, debilitating and dying. Yet she refused to give in, glaring angrily at Sylvanas Windrunner, at the elven dead who had the same perfectly pointed ears as she was.

"Why? You've already won......" The Night Elf scouts struggled with all their might, squeezing out the words one by one, "There are only innocent people left on Tedashir, and they are unarmed......"

"It's war." The Queen replied.

"No...... It's hatred, it's anger! Windranger, you used to ...... It's the guardian of the elves, don't you remember? ”

Sylvanas Windranger approached the elven scout, lifted her chin, and whispered in her ear, "Life is pain, and hope is long gone." Right now...... Do you understand? ”

"No ......"

"Don't be sad, you'll be reunited with the people you love soon."

"I'm sorry for you. You have declared war on life, but you have no chance of winning this war. You can kill us, but you can't extinguish hope. ”

"Really?"

Looking at his former compatriot, Sylvanas Windranger's eyes became cold and cruel.

"Burn that tree," she ordered.

Set...... Why?

All the tribal soldiers, including Nathanos Blightburner, were confused. This was not the original battle plan, but more like an impromptu idea, a whim.

Sylvanas's eyes were filled with life-threatening rage, and he gave the order in a roaring voice: "Burn it out!" ”

The shells on the catapult were ignited. Fireballs flew towards Tedahir. It's too big to miss. In the end, every shell hit the target. Flames began to spread across the trunks of the trees.

At that moment, everyone shut up. Even the captured Night Elves were so surprised that they stopped crying.

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

The second wave of bullets, the third wave.

Soon, Teldashir was covered in flames. The flames gradually moved, all the way up, to the height of the leafy trees.

There is the elven capital city of Darnassus, as well as several small villages around it.

This is completely inexplicable. Take strategy as the starting point. Conquering the World Tree and taking it in its entirety is a very clever tactic. Burning it, however, is utter madness.

The entire tree was covered in flames. The orange flame soared high into the sky.

The wailing sounded over the sea, accompanied by a terrible smell of burnt.

The captured Night Elves wept, screamed and wailed, begging the Horde to spare the World Tree and their families.

But the flames did not understand their wails, and they showed no mercy.

Everyone in Darnassus will die.

At the same time, the Horde's faint hope of victory over the alliance was reduced to ashes. The destruction of Teldashir did not intimidate the Alliance, but provoked everyone's rage. The alliance has become more united than ever. Anduin Urien raises his arms, and the entire Eastern Kingdom responds to his call.

For revenge!

Nothing can stop the fury of revenge.

Eventually, the war came in a way that no one wanted to see. The outcome is unpredictable, and the flames of war are ignited everywhere. Neither the Alliance nor the Horde had no choice but to constantly throw their lives into this meat grinder. The babies, unaware that they were going to be involved in a war that no one could win. Their future is likely to be just a piece of sand on the battlefield.

Face the World Tree and watch it burn. Sarufar forced himself to watch the flames consume those lives. The miserable screams continued to break into his ears, reminding him of the slaughter of the Draenei at Shattrath. He was still very young, and hearing those cries felt like a wonderful sound.

On that day, King Sarufar stood by the shore until he could no longer hear the screams.

The flames were extinguished, and all that was left of Tedashir was a shriveled shell.

It's not glorious at all. Such a victory made Sarufar feel nothing but despair and humiliation.

Sarufar will always remember this moment. He had countless nightmares, carried shame, and went through it all over and over again.

You lead your tribe to death, Malfurion once said.

How will Sarufar face the soldiers he has brought into this war? How is he going to explain what they did?

He couldn't. He never knew what to do.

But this burden will fall on him until the day he dies.

He hopes for deliverance before his soul returns to Nagrand.

Nan Xiao planned to leave. But before that, he has one more problem. "Why do you have Sarufar's memories?" He asked Tedahir.

"In retaliation for the fall of Darnassus, the Alliance captured the Undercity. On that day, Sarufar stood alone in front of the ruins of Lordaeron, battling many of the Alliance's heroes. In the end, he was defeated and captured. This memory was left behind in Stormwind City Prison. ”

It's puzzling why Tedahil communicates with Stormwind. But that doesn't matter, Nan Xiao doesn't have much interest in this aspect of things.

It's all about how you get the job done. Defeat Sylvanas Windranger, obtain the water of the Well of the Sun, resurrect Tedrasir, and rebuild Darnassus.

These things, each of which sounds very simple, are things that only world heroes can do.

Nan Xiao didn't dare to think about it before, but now, he felt that he could try.

With an average attribute of 80,000, it is almost equivalent to the top power in this world. Even, compared to the gods of the Black Soul World, it is not inferior.

With such power, he may be able to wrestle with the gods of the Black Soul World.

He always remembered that glance fondly. Through a shell that descended into the Overworld, the gods of the Black Soul World had cast a concerned glance at him. It was most likely just a very casual attention. Once you've seen it, you've forgotten it. The gods of the Black Soul World didn't take him to heart, but it was that casual glance that also made Nan Xiao tremble.

It's too weak, I'm really too weak, and my strength is insufficient.

Countless nightmares have been associated with that glimpse. In a dream, he saw a dead giant. Only the skeleton sat on the throne, occupying most of the palace. He tried to leave, but the boot grabbed at the skeletal arm that came out of the ground. The bones in the palace stood up. The corpses, covered in stones, mud and ash, were charred and dry. The traces of incineration are clearly visible. Countless tiny snowflakes fell one after another, falling on the scorched earth. Nuns with their heads up, heads up, and scythes in their hands, descend from the sky. She was covered in black flames, as if she could crush her tiny self with the swing of a scythe.

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