Peace comes from hard, and the living move on.

At the summit of Mount Hyjal, the World Tree Nodashir, a farewell party is taking place here.

"We'll meet again, the future isn't so far away for you Night Elves. Crassus smiled at the elven couple in front of him.

Malfurion nodded, and reached out to shake Crassus' hand vigorously.

"It's an honor to be able to fight alongside you and Master Ronin, and we'll see you in the future. ”

"Those two axes... Tyrande asked, glancing at the tomahawk pinned to Crassus' waist.

Crassus's appearance at the moment was a little weird, wearing a mage robe, not carrying a staff, but wearing two battle axes, which looked a little nondescript.

This is the tomahawk of the orc hero Blox.

When the evil energy portal of the Well of Eternity collapsed, it not only forcibly sucked away most of the demons located in the world of Azeroth, but also spewed out the two battle axes that did not belong to the demon world of Argus.

Krasuste searched the coastal areas of the continent and finally found these two special weapons lying quietly on the beach, and solemnly put them away and carried them with him.

"Ah, the tribe will need this pair of axes, and the years to come will be just as dangerous, but there will still be some hope and courage. ”

Crassus replied.

Luo Ning walked over at this time, with a gloating look on his face, and pouted to the other side, where the guardian dragon kings were squatting, and the atmosphere there at this moment was extremely embarrassing and depressing.

For no other reason, the Titan God Sarodar was also next to them.

"Haha, those dragon kings are probably going to die of discomfort at the moment, they didn't expect that Lord Divine Venerable would come to see them off. ”

As he spoke, the unrestrained Ronin and Malfurion gave a big hug and nodded at Tyrande.

"Alright, you two, I think it's time to say goodbye, see you in the future, and I hope you don't lose the good moonshine I have stored in the Resistance Coalition. ”

"The Night Elves always welcome you and Master Crassus back as guests, Master Ronin. Malfurion smiled and nodded.

The group came to the front of the guardian dragon king on the other side, and sure enough, as Luo Ning said, the atmosphere here was depressing.

"Okay, okay, I said I hate those cumbersome and useless etiquette, I'm not your nanny, I can't give you any bullshit guidance, the future road needs you to go by yourself, I just want to stay here with the Night Elves and live my own leisurely seclusion, it's clear enough!"

As soon as they approached, they heard the Divine Venerable of Salodar speaking impatiently, and the three dragon kings lowered their eyebrows at the moment, and they were as well-behaved as their own little milk dogs.

"Oh yes, I'll keep this thing for you with the dragon's soul, no comment, there happens to be a big round chandelier at home... This thing is glittering all day long, so it should be nice to illuminate. ”

The Guardian Dragon Kings immediately shook their heads, indicating that they had no objections.

"As you wish, the Creator ... Well, Lord Divine Venerable, if the dragon's soul is placed with you, we will be relieved. ”

Hu Feng turned around at this time and looked at Crassus and Ronin.

"It's time to say goodbye, let's see you in the future, you two, this war is well fought, you are proud of it. ”

"Thank you for your compliments, it's all for Azeroth, and as you said, we'll see you in the future, Lord God. ”

Crassus and Ronin bowed deeply to Boss Hu, and then looked at the Time Dragon King Nozdorm.

"We're ready, send us home. ”

Crassus and Ronin said their final goodbyes to Malfurion and Tyrande, and Nozdorm let out a loud dragon groan, and then seemed to feel a little presumptuous, nervously looking at the expression of the Titan deity next to him, who waved his hand absently.

The quicksand of time swirled, and the two of them and one dragon slowly dissipated in place, returning to the future time period.

"Do your job, I'm keeping an eye on you, little dragon. ”

Hu Feng smiled and joked, and the remaining two guardian dragon kings immediately nodded violently, and then left here as if fleeing for their lives.

The sorrow of the world is parting, and this time is no exception.

The war is over, and the surviving wilderness demigods have returned to the areas where they once lived, and the aliens who came to help in the war also have homes to return home, and those who have no homes to find new homes.

The Minotaurs have migrated south of the continent of Kalimdor, seemingly intending to travel to the Bleaklands and establish their new home there.

Although the grasslands there are not as imposing as the mountains of the Supreme Ridge, at least the climate is pleasant, and the Niutou people can live well there.

I heard that there is also a racial group called centaurs living there, and it is believed that the two sides can work together and live in harmony.

The elves, on the other hand, began a vigorous construction in the northern region of the Kalimdor continent.

The Titan Lord Salrodar didn't know what Crassus had to say about the future before leaving, and insisted on getting an oak seed from Malfurion, the mother tree, Garnier.

Subsequently, he planted this seed on the island near the mainland in the far northwest of the continent, and used his divine power to frantically spawn it.

Lesson 2: The World Tree was born ahead of schedule.

The giant tree, called Teldashir, stood on an island not far from the Black Shores, and at this moment the island was completely shrouded in the immense roots, completely invisible.

Subsequently, the Divine Lord issued the latest edict: Teldashir will be the living and breeding place of the Night Elves.

A new capital city will be born on the canopy plains at the top of Teldashir, towering into the sky and difficult to defend.

Darnassus, that's the name of the new capital.

Future, Durontar region, tribal capital Orgrimmar.

The brazier was smothering and crackling.

The Great Chieftain sat quietly in front of the brazier, a worried look on his face.

The reconnaissance team led by Blox's has been gone for a long time, communicating the earth element on its own, but still finding nothing.

What the hell is ...

At this moment, Thrall narrowed his eyes and leaped to his feet, and the hammer of destruction in his hand began to dance with a violent lightning lightning.

"Don't be nervous, Great Chief, I'm coming... Just to return one thing. ”

A black-robed human mage with a hood shrouded in a hood appeared behind him at some point, and handed over a pair of incomparably plain battle axes in his hand.

"I don't recognize these axes, human... But there seems to be something familiar about it?" Thrall looked at the tomahawk for a moment.

"This pair of tomahawks belonged to an orc warrior who fought alongside us, and in the end he chose to sacrifice himself in exchange for precious time for us... Blox is a hero, and he deserves to be worshipped by the orcs. ”

Thrall's eyes widened and he was stunned, but when he reacted, he realized that the axe was already in his hand, and the mysterious man had disappeared.

The Great Chief immediately rushed out of the Chieftain's Hall, and the guards in front of the gate were at a loss, reporting that no one had just entered.

At this moment, a loud dragon roar was heard in the sky, and everyone looked up when they heard the sound, only to see a red dragon gradually disappearing into the distant night.

A spiritual message rang out in Thrall's spirit at this time.

"Remember him, Great Chief, during the Battle of the Ancients, Broxs used those tomahawks to wound the Dark Titan Sargeras with his own hands. ”