The courier raised the moonblade and blocked the slam of the strong orcs. But at the same time www.biquge.info the brute force of the orcs made her entire arm vibrate. Eladhia gritted her teeth and stuck to the pouch and refused to take a step back.

The injured Night Elf felt every bone in her body rattle, but she persevered. Still, she knew the stalemate wouldn't last long—more orcs would surely come and join the fight. Therefore, she had to be quick to do so.

When the enemy raised her tomahawk again to slash, Eladria took a step back. The bald orc took the whole action as evidence in the favor of the situation, and grinned wider.

Eladria threw the moonblade with all her might. It wasn't too far away, but her decisive blow gave the three-edged weapon enough power - the curved blade sank deep into the orc's chest.

The orc's footsteps faltered. Although not fatal, the wound is still quite severe. The orc lifted his free hand and tried to pull out the moonblade.

The Night Elves lunged at him. Her opponent staggered back, and she thrust the moonblade deeper. At the same time, she reached for the quiver and grabbed one of the shafts.

Eladhia slammed the tip of the arrow into the orc's throat.

The orc let out a gurgling sound. Despite his life, he clung to the Night Elves. The two fell to the ground together.

The Messenger struggled to get out. She heard the sound of movement not far away, and it didn't sound like a forest creature. Realizing that more orcs were coming, Eladhia finally pushed away the corpse of her enemy. Unfortunately, she couldn't pull out the Moonblade right away.

There was a rustling sound on the left, and Eladhia turned her head to see three orcs rushing towards her from behind a nearby tree. With all her might, Eladhia finally pulled out the moonblade with a pop. She spun around to face the three orcs, knowing that her chances of victory were slim.

Then...... Two more orcs entered the battlefield from the opposite direction, shattering her last hope of escaping with the pouch. Eladria stole a glance at the pouch. As long as she can buy herself a moment, she will at least have a chance to destroy the secret documents inside.

The Night Elf muttered Elune's name, then charged towards the three nearest orcs......

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There was a short, scalp-tingling scream in the midst of pain. Eladhia heard a dull thump that consumed her in pain...... Until the end everything disappeared from the eyes.

An orc who had just been hand-to-hand with Eladhia pulled his soft weapon from the Night Elf's motionless body with a look of astonishment. Blood gushed from a deep wound near the Courier's left chest from which a razor-sharp warblade had just flown in.

"Drop the thunder nut, what are you doing killing her on the street?" A lean—in the eyes of the orcs—a lean humanoid male creature with the Big Dipper tattooed on his chest, a golden chest on his back, and an aura of a 'strongman' all over his body—was very unhappy with this, and turned his head to glare at the red-eyed man who had made the move.

"Humph! Jikenro, don't hit the street one bite at a time all day long, do you think you can cosplay Kenjiro by drawing a Big Dipper in your heart? Or is it said that putting the Bronze Sacred Clothes of the Bird Constellation in a gold chest is the Golden Saint Seiya? The red-eyed man said dismissively.

Ji Jianlang exploded when he heard this, raised his fist in the sand bowl and gestured at the other party, and said at the same time: "Kou Ji Kou Ji Kou Ji, I will definitely kill you to the scum today!" Against me, you will die a miserable death today, the worst, the worst! ”

", dead on the street, do you think labor and management are afraid of you? Come on, I'll tell you, why the double knife is not colorless! ”

"Enough!" Seeing that these two people were about to make a move as they spoke, a tall and thin figure in a white robe finally couldn't help but speak, "Ji Kenlang, keep your mouth clean, I asked Hongwang to kill this night elf - in the face of a battle with no chance of winning, she is still so resolute and fearless, she should be worthy of a warrior's death." So don't make a fuss about the final whereabouts of the Night Elf Courier. And you, red-watered, don't open a double knife without saying a word! ”

The man was very thin, but he was tall. He was wearing a white clergyman's robe, a pair of white gloves, a white beard, and a smile on his face, but there was an inexplicable fierce and cold aura. And when he opened his mouth, whether it was Hongwang or Ji Jianlang, he was as honest as a primary school student who saw the teacher, and he didn't dare to say anything.

A shadow stepped out from behind the white-robed man, an orc warrior far more muscular than him, one hand—brown rather than black—holding a battle axe that was more suitable for two-handed use in battle. The massive blade of the axe looked old, stained with aged blood that was difficult to wash. The most striking feature is the many small holes that come out of the axe close to the handle.

He took an oil bag from the gathered orcs and presented it to the white-robed man, "This is something she desperately protects, Priest Xiao......"

Priest Xiao, who was in a white robe, tore open the mail bag casually and read the information inside. His initial reaction was just a grunt of satisfaction.

"Good." He tucked the parchment into the pocket around his waist. "Everything is under control, and the Night Elves reacted exactly as I expected."

"The great Priest Xiao knows everything!" The orc who handed him the pouch announced loudly. "He will lead his enemies to their doom, and laugh loudly at their powerless struggle, no one can escape his mighty magic!"

"You're right, Hellroar, and your blood roar will soon be able to drink more of the Night Elves' blood." Priest Xiao's voice didn't fluctuate, "It's a pity that there are no big JJ elf girls here......" he said, and he looked around. "I've seen everything I need to see. Let's go back and get ready for battle. The big army is almost there. ”

The orcs let out a low cheer. Grom Hellroar picked up the blood roar and swung it quickly, and the unsettling scream rang out again. Then he took the lead of the orcs east, weapon in both hands.

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Garrod looked up, his sharp instinct alerting him that someone was coming. So he turned his head to look at the door of the house.

"I mourn what happened to you." Shantis whispered. "May Our Lady of the Moon protect her."

The Sentinel General walked over as lightly as a nightblade leopard, and in Garrod's opinion, her form and appearance had barely changed since the last time they met. She tucked her helmet into the crook of her arm so he could see her face more clearly. As usual, Santis hid her true emotions, only a strange look flashed across her face. In Garrod's view, it was either annoyance or apprehension.

Santis is Tyrande's adopted daughter, but they look like mother and daughter. Garrod, however, had never seen the gentle expression of a high priestess on Santis's face. The general's attire is also consistent with her character, with glossy violet armor covering most of her body. The armor was designed to be both flexible and defensive, and even the shoulder armor was shaped so that Santis could instantly raise his bow and swing his sword without any hindrance. Her helmet, which only covered the top half of her face, was built along these lines, allowing it to be quickly put on or taken off without touching the Night Elves' long, pointed ears, or to Shantis's long, dark blue hair.

"Long time no see." Santis strode over, and Garrod straightened up to face her. The expressions of the two were equally gloomy.

"I remember her, she did a great job."

"She used to be a good wife, but now—that damn curse! I can't do it, for the sake of her survival, I only accept ......"

Garrod couldn't see Sandis's expression, only her words, "You really love her. ”

"Of course."

"Then I envy her."

He stammered. "Santis—"

The Night Elf woman looked back at him. Her eyes were moist, but it was clearly not all because of what had happened to Garrod. "I'm sorry, I was so rude. You know, I totally understand how you feel. After such a long life, had to accept it. It shouldn't be that way. ”

"...... Santis"

"I have to go." She whispered, looking more upset than Garrod.

He tried to grab her arm gently, but Santis didn't hesitate to dodge it. But she couldn't stop him from following, so the two walked out of the room in silence.

Garrod looked left and right, and when he saw that there was no one around, he whispered. "I've always owed you a word I'm sorry—"

"You don't owe me. Nothing actually happened between us. ”

He looked back into the room, guilt on his face. Then he said, "I confess that I rejoiced in your favor, especially when you were an adult. But we took different paths in life. In the years after the war, we were all struggling. All I wanted was to forget about the killings and deaths. I never wanted to be a leader...... A hero ......" Garrod uttered the latter word rather self-deprecatingly. "I don't feel like I'm in place, and you're the opposite. You have your own goals. You have a responsibility to the Temple of the Moon and the High Priestess. ”

"She's—"

Garrod held up a hand and told her to say no more. To his great surprise, Santis did so. "Tyrande not only saved your life, but also replaced your dead mother. I have nothing to blame for you doing things for her. But she ...... And behind her, our people...... It has always been, and always will be, your primary concern. ”

Santis opened her mouth, then closed it again, her eyes showing no denial. Instead, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. There was no hint of temptation in this move, but only an understanding of his unfortunate situation.

"If you want to talk, just look for me." The general said.

With that, she turned and left. Shantis didn't look back, and Garrod didn't say goodbye. He just watched her walk in the direction of the High Priestess's shrine.

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When Santis, who was a little flustered by her first love's return to the mainstream of Night Elf society, came to the temple, Zhao Kun had just finished discussing with Tyrande Windwind about releasing Illidan Fury.

The two quickly reached a consensus on this issue, and, Zhao Kun said, he could leave the work of convincing Mavi to him. Out of trust in Malfurion, Tyrande naturally did not disagree.

Considering that he had just taken over a heavy task from Tyrande before-to accept the former upper elves to join Nadasus, the current preparations for the night elves basically fell into the hands of Zhao Kun.

Awaken the druids who are sleeping in the Emerald Dream; Accept the elves of yesteryear; Convincing Mavi to release Illidan Fury and his followers, mainly Demon Hunters, left all three tasks to Zhao Kun. Tyrande's main focus can be on building a magic door to summon adventurers according to the revelation of the goddess, and waiting for Illidan to fight for the Night Elves after he is free.

The preparations for the Night Elves proceeded in an orderly manner. The commander of the Sentinel Force had strengthened his combat readiness, and both Zhao Kun and Tyrande believed in Santis's abilities and would easily not interfere with his dispatch of troops. If there is a situation, their adopted daughter will take the initiative to report, and in daily work, the two can completely shake off.

Zhao Kun nodded to Shantis, and then asked about the current arrangement of the sentinel troops, and whether there was any change. When the female general gave him a satisfactory answer, he left the temple satisfied. Meet the elves first, and then convince Mavi.

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The upper elves' settlements are relatively remote.

Refugees from Eresaras—a place now known as the more aptly and better known as the Hammer of Doom—these Night Elf mages and the survivors who followed them were still ostracized by the majority of Darnassus.

Despite being apparently part of the Night Elves, they are the Upper Elves, the noblest caste of the Ancient Night Elves. However, due to their continued use of arcane magic, they were banished by their own compatriots after the War of the Ancients. They were originally more numerous, but some died in the service of their arrogant evil queen, Azara, and others became reptilian sea monsters known as Naga.

These high-level elves still pose as an absolute independence, but in fact they find themselves in need of help from others. But that doesn't mean they will restrain their arrogance or stop studying the arcane, no matter what the cost.

In another forest near Darnassus, there were other people gathered. They were more elegantly dressed than the other Night Elves, their robes were flashy and colorful, and their faces were full of superiority.

There were 20 people at the rally, the most powerful of the 20.

Twenty people cast spells together, which is a test of their strength. Swirls of energy converge in the circle in which the casters stand. The faces of the men and women of this group all shone brightly, not only because of the light of the magic energy, but also because of the deep joy in their hearts. (To be continued.) )