When the city of Enikante was in the midst of the joy of the crisis being resolved, on a hillside outside the city, a slender man wearing a cloak and a hood was looking at the city of Enicanste from afar, and when he saw that the divine projection of Behemoth, the Lord of Chaos, was sealed by the god of war, he snorted coldly.

He turned to look at the middle-aged man standing behind him, and said in a cold voice, "The plan has completely failed, and Enikante City has basically not suffered any losses. You haven't fulfilled your promise at all!" The middle-aged man didn't seem to hear the hooded man's question, and walked to the hooded man's side with a relaxed expression and smiled: "Could it be that my honorable Lord Barnal Tasduis, don't you see the weakness of the projection of the god of war?" "Hmm?" "It seems that the adults are not aware of some of the things that are happening on the mainland. The middle-aged man looked over the hooded man and looked at the city of Enikante and said, "Since the strife between the kings a thousand years ago, the miracles of the god of war have become more and more rare, and the prayers of the believers have rarely been answered by the god of war, especially when the holy light that has shone on the cathedral of Flora for a thousand years has also begun to weaken, and rumors about the fall of the god of war have begun to spread. ”

The hooded man walked up to the middle-aged man, he removed the hood to reveal silver-white hair and pointed ears, and his silver-gray eyes flashed with cunning, it turned out to be the night elves who had disappeared from the Elda continent for thousands of years. Barnal Tasduis snorted coldly, "The Queen of God doesn't care if the God of War has fallen. If you can invade the surface world and bring pleasure to the queen of the gods, I can agree to all the conditions you said before. Swear in the name of the Tasduis family!"

"My lord, I'm not questioning your credibility, but I've heard that Lady Spider loves betrayal, and if you stab me in the back instead of honoring it, the Brotherhood of the Capture the Flag can't afford to lose that. And in the belief of the Night Elves, can you really make such a decision?" The middle-aged man didn't seem to be speaking to Barnal, but to the air around him, "When we first met, we treated guests like this, and the hospitality of the Night Elves was truly breathtaking. The middle-aged man held a dagger in his right hand to block the short blade that appeared out of thin air and stabbed him in the throat.

In front of the middle-aged man, a female Night Elf appeared, with silver-white hair and silver-gray eyes, as well as a face similar to that of Barnal Tasduis. After she appeared, she just glanced at Barnal coldly, and then said to the middle-aged man, "Greetings to Orlandi Tasduis, the eldest daughter of the Tasduis family. "Hello, Ms. Orlandi, Capture the Flag Brotherhood Sigmar Alpha. Sigma kissed the back of Orlandi's outstretched right hand.

"Your Excellency Sigma, the cooperation between the Tasduis family and the Capture the Flag Brotherhood will be negotiated between me and Your Excellency at a later date. The terms that my stupid brother promised you are still valid!" Sigma didn't seem to hear Orlandi, and for a moment the strange silence in the dense forest was suffocating.

Orlandi didn't react either, and the breeze in the woods ruffled her long scattered hair. After some time, Sigma seemed to come to his senses, and instead of speaking, he took a sheepskin scroll from his bosom and handed it to Orlandi.

"This is a summoning array that summons the Clone of Behemoth, the Lord of the Mixed Orchids, but using this summoning array requires the sacrifice of a large number of life souls, which should not be difficult for the Tasduis family. ”

"Oh, yes, I didn't expect you to be able to come up with such a treasured magic item, which is enough to show your sincerity. Tomorrow at this moment, three hundred Night Elf warriors branded with the mark of slave will be sent to your station. When everything is over, the rest will be offered. Orlandi laughed as she played with the sheepskin scroll in her hand.

Hearing Orlandi's answer, Sigma's brows furrowed. "Five hundred!" "Okay, deal." Plus fifty arachnid drows. Orlandi agreed to Sigma's terms without even thinking about it.

After Sigma left the hillside, Orlandi turned around and whipped the whip in his hand into Barnal's face, leaving several blood marks on Barnar's pale face. "Waste, lowly brute, how can you represent the House of Tasduis. Although Barnal was already angry in his heart, the fear from the depths of his soul still made him suffer in silence.

When he returned, he went to the Queen of God and received three hundred lashes. With that, Orlandi's figure vanished. Barnal alone was left in impotent rage on the hillside.

Unbeknownst to the conspiracy on the hillside, Lancelovin III sat on his throne at this moment, looking indifferently at the people beneath it. Gondolf sat quietly on the right side of Lancelovin III, while the God of War Pope Wendrin also sat opposite Gondolf with an indifferent face.

Others, such as the Duke of DuPont and the Duke of Rheinberg, Duke John Rhein-Harvey, and Count Johnson also sat in their seats and remained silent.

The door to the "Squeak" chamber was pushed open, and Prince Elos and Sir Ogofrey walked into the chamber together, "See Father" "See Your Majesty" Lancelovin III stopped them from saluting, "Excuse me, tell you what is going on in the city." ”

"More than 1,000 houses were damaged in this demonic incident, and the dead and injured are still being counted. Because of the miracle of His Highness the God of War, the influence of the Lord of Chaos was eliminated. The city defense forces did not do much damage, but the casualties of the royal guards ......" Prince Elos paused at the mention of the royal guards, "Keep talking" Lancelovin III's emotionless voice came from the throne. Prince Elos sighed, and continued, "The Royal Guards are all gone!"

Lanceloen III, who was sitting on the throne, was speechless for a long time when he heard Prince Elos's answer, and the room was terrifyingly quiet. "Your Majesty will punish you!" Ogovfrey knelt down abruptly and said in a deep voice.

"Get up, you are not to blame for this. Lancelovin III stood up, then walked up to Pope Wendlin, "Your Excellency, I need an explanation. ”

"Your Majesty" Pope Wendlin slowly stood up and bowed slightly to Lancelowen III, "Your Majesty can come with me?" Wendelin didn't wait for Lancelowen III to answer, and walked towards the outside of the council chamber. The moment Gondorf walked out of Wendelin, he only raised his eyelids slightly, and then continued to look at his nose and nose again.

Lanceloin III looked at Wendelin, who was standing in the doorway bathing in the sun, and his heart couldn't help but tremble. Then he followed Wendelin out of the council chamber as well.

Outside the council chamber, Wendlin stood in front of Lanceloven III, feeling the slight boiling of the sunny day. Lancelloen III stood quietly behind Wendelin and did not speak.

As the sun shifted, the shadow cast by the pillar enveloped Pope Wendelin and Lanceloin III, and the scepter in Wendelin's hand flickered, and a ball of light appeared in front of them. "Your Majesty, this is the answer. Lanceloven looked at the divine projection of the Lord of Chaos who was still roaring in the ball of light, and countless hellfires bombarded the ball of light, his face full of differences.

"Your Majesty, the rumors about my lord in the imperial capital have been heard of earlier than Your Majesty, and Your Majesty has also known about the insider. Lancelloin III just nodded at Wendelin's words.

Those rumors are hard to distinguish between true and false, but they also state a fact. Wen Delin's voice was not in a hurry, "This time, the divine consciousness under the god of war can be projected to the imperial capital because of the magnification of the god statue. His Majesty the God of War is about to fall into a deep sleep!"

Wendlin's last words were the last straw that broke the camel's back, and Lancelovin III was a little unsteady on his feet and almost wanted to fall. He couldn't imagine the impact on the Ellodar Empire if the people knew that the gods they worshipped were asleep. "However, with the projection of the divine consciousness of this chaotic lord, during the time when my lord is asleep, he can still use this power to respond to the prayers of the believers, and the divine magic of the priests can still be used. Pope Wendlin's words seemed to give the man who fell into the water a rope to save Lancelovin III.

"Pope, this shouldn't be a long-term solution, is it?" Lancelovin III was the Emperor of Eloda after all, although Pope Wendrin had spoken of a solution.

"Yes, Your Majesty, we need to wage a war of faith to compete for the believers of other gods and even the godhead to replenish the divine power of His Majesty the God of War. Otherwise, our lord will fall, and the Eloda Empire will cease to exist. Wendelin's words seemed like a devil tempting Lancelovin III, and Lancelovin III's eyes immediately turned cold, "Was what happened in the imperial capital this time planned by the Pope?

Faced with Lancelovin III's questioning, Pope Wendelin was also a little surprised, but the influence of the superior over the years made Wendelin smile slightly, "Your Majesty, I also feel very strange about this matter. Half a month ago, I received a confidential letter. The letter described the crisis of my teaching in great detail and proposed solutions to it. It was thanks to the reminder of this letter that the Cathedral of Flora was ready to capture the projection of the Lord of Chaos's consciousness today. ”

Lancelovin III looked at Pope Wendrin, whom he had known for many years, and he understood that the Pope would not deceive himself when it came to the belief in the god of war. But what exactly do the people behind this thing want to gain?

On the day of the great changes in Enikante, many changes took place in other parts of the continent of Elda.

As the most accessible guardian elf sanctuary in the world, the Hundred Beast Plains, the moment the divine consciousness projection of the Lord of Chaos descended on the city of Enicanste, countless beasts attacked each other like mad and fled in all directions. The entrance to the Hundred Beasts Plains is even closer, making it impossible for people to enter and exit.

Kingdom of Ovite, within the Valley of the Kings

Joseph watched in bewilderment as the mountain shook and the rocks fell. At Joseph's side, all the king's armies were busy rescuing and relieving the disaster.

At the junction of the Laplian Wasteland in the north of the Elda Continent and the Mesodamea Steppe and the Great Plains of Flower Language, where the Eloda Empire and the Ovite Kingdom and the Allons Federation do not care about the three kingdoms, and in the most chaotic place on the Elda continent, a group of mages in fiery red robes are guarding a group of doomsday messengers, wantonly venting their enthusiasm for Tustroa, the Lord of Flames.

Blazing fireballs bombarded the unknown city like meteors, setting it on fire. The burning city is the best sacrifice, the cry of pain and the most beautiful festival music. The blazing heat blew against the attacking team, and all the attackers fell to their knees in the heat wave, in front of the flames, and offered their most loyal devotion to Tustroa, the Lord of the Flames.

And in the small village near Hardwood Town, Lore was once again in vain. This is the fifth time this month that he has not gained anything, and even if he has gone into the mountains before, all the harvest is only enough for a family of three for a day or two. Ever since his father had his arm cut off by the Wind Blade of the Warcraft Wind Sweeping Clawed Dragon, the responsibility of the family has fallen on Lore's shoulders.

Although Lore's hunting skills need to be improved, he has also gained a lot. But recently, for some reason, the beasts in the mountains seem to have decreased overnight, and even if Lore went to the mountains and forests to hunt before, he rarely got a harvest. Standing in the doorway looking at the familiar and unfamiliar mountains, Lore felt like a beast that wanted to devour him, and Lore took a step back in fear.

Chaos is beginning to emerge on the continent of Elda!!