"Mortal! You, what the hell are you doing! ”

The rapid loss of strength in his body made Zakhaz furious, and the tentacles on his body shook at the same time, and he threw it towards Du Teng. If the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info is drawn, even if you don't die, you will have to lose your skin, and the generals who are most valued by the ancient gods are not simple existences.

But unfortunately, it has encountered an even more unsimple existence.

At the moment when it raised its tentacles, Du Teng had already shook his right hand violently, slammed the giant sword in his hand to the ground, and the sword body was inserted into the ground, submerging most of it. Then Du Teng's five fingers of his right hand were opened, aimed in the direction of Zakaz, and the palm of his hand suddenly clenched.

Click!

Invisible lines suddenly descended, and Zakhaz's insolent figure suddenly froze, and then as if caught by a large net, his huge body couldn't move at all, and could only struggle with difficulty.

But this force is very tenacious, and with its strength, it is completely impossible to break free.

"Mortal, what kind of power are you? What are you doing? Bastard, how dare you, how dare you ......"

Zakhaz was furious, as if he had gone mad, and his small eyes turned blood-red.

Du Teng didn't pay attention to it at all, it could also be said that he didn't care about it at all, at this time, in his body, the huge blood power from Zakhaz's body was like a fierce flood peak, constantly washing all his flesh and meridians, making his body stronger. At the same time, the seemingly endless dark energy also gathered in his body, and these bodies Du Teng only absorbed part of it, and the rest was intercepted by him in his right hand.

The right hand, which clenched his fist and seemed to hold the fishing net, quickly turned black, and the black energy continued to roll, and there seemed to be a sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling inside.

No one knew what was happening under the land, and all of Lordaeron was dead by this time, and the nearest human settlement, Dalaran, was still alive in their own magical world. They didn't care about the cruelty of the undead destroying Lordaeron, nor the danger of the High Elves, and the whole of Lordaeron was still immersed in peace and tranquility.

And in distant Quel'Thalas, the Undead Scourge has launched another attack.

It was also the most violent attack to date, and only one Silver Moon City was left in front of the undead army. Once the Music City is broken, there will be no more obstacles to the road to the Well of the Sun.

The army of the undead launched its heaviest attack, and the High Elves faced their fiercest defensive battle yet.

……

When the great war of the undead attacking Silvermoon City broke out, there was also a war on the verge of breaking out on the distant continent of Kalimdor.

And the protagonists of this war are the newborn tribes, as well as the historic Night Elves.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the world of Azeroth was a vast land surrounded by an endless ocean. Many different races and creatures live on this land, battling the harsh natural environment.

At the heart of this dark continent is a lake full of mystical energy, the Well of Eternity, the wound left by the Titans when they slain Ashaji during the War of the Ancients.

The power of the Well of Eternity slowly and gently changes the world, attracting the intelligent beings around it.

At that time, an ancient clan of humanoids who worshipped the night were drawn to the strange energy of the well and established a permanent abode on the shores of its tranquil lake. Over time, the cosmic power of the lake has had a subtle impact on this race, making them stronger, wiser, and more endured with eternal life.

Their skin changes to various shades of violet, and their height gradually increases. This tribe calls itself Kadore, a name that means "son of the stars" in their language. To celebrate the tribe's continued growth, they built tall buildings and temples around the Well of Eternity.

The Cadore, a race that came to be known as the Night Elves, worshipped the moon goddess Elune, and believed that during the day, the goddess would sleep at the bottom of the Well of Eternity. Early Night Elf priests and prophets studied the Well of Eternity with extreme caution in order to learn its secrets and powers.

As the Night Elf society grew, they began to explore uncharted lands and met many of their compatriots. The only thing that can stop them from exploring is the ancient and powerful dragon. While these behemoths are usually reclusive creatures, they also do their best to guard some mysterious places. Night Elves believe that dragons are the patron saints of the world, so it's best not to trespass on them and the secrets they guard.

The Night Elves' constant quest has led them to encounter and befriend many powerful creatures, one of which is the demigod Xenarius, the patron saint of the primeval forest. The great Cenarius was friendly to the curious Night Elves and spent much of his time teaching them about the natural world. Cadore has developed a good relationship with the vibrant forest and enjoys a harmonious natural balance.

But the good times were short-lived, and with the endless study and use of magic by the upper elves led by Queen Azhara, the most powerful beings in the universe were finally attracted - the Fallen Titan Sargeras and his minions Burning Legion.

Although the elves and the gods of the ancient wilderness eventually repelled the Burning Legion, their losses were also very heavy, the gods of the wilderness suffered heavy casualties, the vast empire of the night elves was destroyed, and even the continent was torn apart, leaving only the original edge of the world to exist.

This war woke up the Night Elves.

They began to prohibit their people from using magic, which was what led to the migration of the upper elves, now known as the High Elves.

The Night Elves, who had "banished" the High Elves, locked themselves up on the summit of Mount Hyjal, refusing to associate with ordinary mortal races, even the Minotaurs, who had studied the Druids with them and loved nature and peace.

Even they turned a blind eye to the misery that had happened to the Minotaurs, and they did not care much about the establishment of the tribe. They only care about the World Tree on the top of Mount Hyjal and all the intelligent life in Mount Hyjal,

Unfortunately, the Night Elves' autism eventually triggered an uncontrollable chain reaction.

The newborn tribe was founded in the barren and barren city of Durontal, a desert with little but filthy boar men and crimson rocks. But the tribe needs resources, they want to develop, they want to build their own cities, they want to make more tools and weapons, so the soldiers of the tribe start to go out in droves, looking for resources that will help them survive better.

At the same time, the human refugees who came to the continent with Gianna are also looking for a new place to live.

Soon, they found a barren land, but as the name suggests, the land was still very barren.

To the east of the barren land is a vast ocean, to the south is the barren Thousand Needle Stone Forest, and to the west is the equally barren Stone Claw Mountains, although further afield you will encounter dense jungles, but as long as you go north along the barren land, you will soon find a dense forest that almost covers the sky.

The soldiers of the tribe entered the land without thinking, but they didn't know that it belonged to the Night Elves.

Wherever the orc soldiers passed, all the large trees were cut down, and this behavior quickly angered the Night Elves, and the Night Elves' sentinel troops quickly assembled and launched a counterattack against the Orcs at the edge of the Gray Valley. But the orcs are too strong, ordinary arrows are difficult to kill them, and the orc warlocks are masters of playing with the soul, and they can't play the trick of resurrecting the dead. But they are undoubtedly more interested in the souls of the living, and as more and more Night Elves are drained of their souls alive, the conflict between the new tribe and the Night Elves is becoming deeper and deeper.

And what happened in Ashenvale has been reported to the desk of Tyrande on Mount St. Highjal, the leader of the Elune Sisterhood, the High Priestess of the Night Elves, after a short period of contemplation, finally decided to counterattack.

Forest and nature are the things that the Night Elves care about the most, they must not tolerate orcs destroying their forests like this, they must give the orcs the harshest blow.

But they don't know that this war will soon take a shocking turn, and the person they love the most will die at the hands of the orcs in the near future, thus triggering another world-class war.

Of course, none of this has happened yet, and the current Night Elves obviously can't predict the future.

……

Tirisfal Glade, Cave.

Ten days had passed before I knew it, and the mighty Zakhaz had become an empty bag at this time, lying on the ground softly, lifeless.

In front of it, Du Teng sat cross-legged on the ground, emitting a crimson shimmer all over his body. The power of flesh and blood was highly concentrated in his body, and he spent nearly a week digesting it with all his might, and Duten finally digested all the power from Zakaz.

As the crimson glimmer of his body slowly dissipated, Du Teng reopened his eyes.

For a moment, his eyes seemed to flash a faint red glow, but it quickly dissipated.

He stood up, and his body let out a dense popping sound, crackling, so lively. The muscles of the whole body are also like swimming dragons, writhing rapidly, rolling, and then regaining composure at a faster speed.

It seemed that he had not changed in the slightest from ten days ago, but only he knew what was going on inside him.

Glancing at the dead body in front of him, Du Teng sneered, raised his foot and lightly kicked the long sword at his feet, and the Sdomka Destroyer flew up from the ground and fell into his hand.

The right hand, which had turned pure black, held the hilt of the sword, and in the next second, the sword body let out a soft groan and trembled slightly.

The black color of Du Teng's right hand quickly receded, but the sword of the Exterminator was wrapped with almost substantial black energy, but all this black energy was driven by him into the black gem. The gem was originally a highly condensed black energy. Now there is such an influx of almost substantial black energy, and the black energy in the gem is getting more and more, but it is also compressed more and more tightly.

Finally, when the last of the dark power also poured into it, a bright light energy suddenly burst out from the very center of the black gem.

The pendulum will swing.

When the light reaches its limit, the darkness will appear; And in the deepest depths of darkness, there is often light born.

This ray of light was very weak at first, but soon, as if it were contagious, these forces expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in just a few breaths, it swallowed up all the dark energy. The original dark gem also turned into a light gem, but the moment the last ray of dark energy was transformed, endless light erupted in the cave, and formed a pillar of light, breaking through the cave and reaching the sky.

Powerful and not inferior to any light holy relic, the light energy rushed into the air, forming a pillar of light that was thousands of meters high.

Now, the movement is going to be big.

Not to mention Dalaran, who was close at hand, even Quel'Salas in the distance noticed the movement, but they didn't have the energy to pay attention to the situation here at this time, and the undead had almost exhausted all their energy.

In the cave, Du Teng obviously didn't realize that the giant sword in his hand had actually triggered such a large-scale energy wave. But he didn't care, the stronger the energy wave, the more it proved the strength of this weapon?

It's a pity that the faceless corpse in the cavern is too close, because it is too close to the Sdomka Destroyer who has been transformed into a light weapon, and the sudden burst of light energy instantly corrodes most of the huge corpse, and in the following short time, most of the skin and bones have been purified, leaving only the hardest part of its skull, and the most fundamental part of all the tentacles preserved.

Du Teng hurriedly put away these two bones, this is the hardest bone in the body of the strongest faceless, whether it is strength or the energy contained in it, it is incomparable to ordinary magic equipment, he can't waste it.

Looking up at the sky, Du Teng suddenly shook the giant sword in his hand, and the pillar of holy light above his head dissipated, and the pitch-black sky reappeared.

He took one last look at the cave, kicked his legs slightly, and jumped out of the cave with a thud and returned to the surface.

Putting the armor back on, he threw his original weapon in the forest at will, and his wand was hung around his waist again, looking in the direction of Quel'Thalas, Du Teng slowly bent his legs and leaned down slightly.

His eyes sparkled with excitement, he licked his lips and took a deep breath, his chest bulging high and his muscles bulging high.

The giant sword was carried on his back, the wand was hung by him on his waist, and the armor was also worn strongly, and after making sure that there was no problem, the muscles of his legs suddenly exerted force.

Rumble!

It was as if a missile had exploded, and countless clouds of sand and dust rose into the sky, and in the dust, Du Teng was like a flying meteor, flying wildly towards the northeast at a speed far exceeding ten times before.

There, waiting for him, the people there, waiting for him. (To be continued.) )