The sacred mountain of the Night Elves, Hygar, the once lush forests of the Sea had been scorched black, and the explosion that destroyed Akmund the Miè Polluter had completely destroyed the vegetation here, and there was nothing but the great remains of the World Tree Nodashir at the top of the hill.

However, since the early morning, this abandoned land has been lively again.

A tall, purple-skinned figure slowly walked from the horizon, like a purple ocean, there was no edge in sight, there were a large number of beasts in the team, from time to time you could see the falcon across the sky, the huge wild bear roared in a low voice, and from the bottom of the valley on the other side, there was also a team out, all white, tens of thousands of troops, but the walk was quiet and terrifying, the faint blue fire was like countless swarming fireflies.

The two armies did not greet each other, nor did they clash, but under the leadership of their respective leaders, they went to the Holy Mountain of Hyjal and began to set up various fortifications. The undead army carried out their work in an orderly manner, and no one made any superfluous movements, but the ranks of the night elves were a little chaotic, pointing at the white sea of bones standing side by side with them, with worry and disgust in their eyes. Dark night, natural disasters, each other who should have joined hands to meet the enemy, but at this time, the team was clearly divided into two sides.

Halfway up Mount Hyjal, the Night Elves and the higher-ups of the Scourges converge, ready to command the battle below.

In the crowd, Tyrande looked at the situation under his feet and was a little worried, and asked Vandal beside him, "Deer helmet, is there no problem with this formation?" Will we wait for the Alliance to cut us off? ”

In a magical world like Azeroth, the coordination of the classes is also very important when marching and fighting. Generally, at least the warrior is in the front, and the mage and archer are firing in the back. However, now the arrangement of the dark night and the natural disaster has no cooperation at all, there are many melee battles, the natural disasters and long-range firepower that are not afraid of death, and the hunters and rangers are strong in the dark night, so if the night warriors and druids can't withstand the attack of the alliance, it is very likely to bring huge casualties to the long-range behind them, and the other side lacks the containment of long-range firepower, and the natural disaster is also very likely to be cleared by the war magic of the blood elves on the opposite side, so the real correct approach should be mixed between the two sides. Rely on the undead of the Scourge to block the Alliance's attack, and gain space and safety for the remote of the night.

Listening to Tyrande's words, the deer helmet shook his head, he stretched out his hand to his druid legion, and whispered: "This is also a matter of no way, our druids use the power of nature, although the damage to the undead is not as strong as the holy light, but it still has some effect, and the pets of the beastmaster hunters are also very sensitive to these undead." If they stand together, it will make it take more effort for the hunters to calm down. ”

Unlike the Blood Elves, whose ancestors were mostly high-level elves and skilled in magic rather than melee combat, the more natural Night Elves have developed their own unique melee system over the course of tens of thousands of years, with druids' transfigurations and summoned beasts forming their shields. Enough for them to take any melee onslaught in stride.

Deerhelm told the conflict between the undead and the two, basically negating Tyrande's mixing of melee combat, only then he glanced at the undead commander next to him. "Of course, if you can convince the undead to stand in front of our battle formation, that's a different story!"

Salorian smiled when he heard this. The muscles on his shriveled face twitched, and his hands were spread. "I'm afraid this won't work, the great Lich King ordered me to come here to fight against the brutal alliance with the Night Elves, not to be cannon fodder for you!" ”

I knew that I would get this answer, and the deer helmet was not surprised, although it was a joint enemy, but it would be good if the dark night and the natural disaster did not pull each other's hind legs, and they wanted to cooperate with each other, which was simply delusional.

Seeing this, Tyrande no longer bothered about this, looking at the gradually rising sun, her brows frowned slightly, "It's almost noon, when will the alliance's army come?" ”

Deer Helmet shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know, but I estimate that soon, the strength of the undead will drop insignificantly when the sun is at its fullest, and the alliance will not let this go!" ”

Tyrande nodded, and then asked with some apprehension, "Deer Helmet, do you think we can win this battle?" ”

Deerhelm's brow began to furrow, for he could tell that Tyrande had lost some confidence, or that she was worried about the current situation, and was afraid that the Night Elves would suffer too much, and that this would be an extremely unfavorable situation for Deerhelm. Although he is nominally the commander of this war, Tyrande is the leader of the race, and if she does something to shake the morale of the army during the battle, the blow to morale will definitely be fatal, at least now the surrounding Night Elf high-ranking people are a little shaken.

Taking a deep breath, the deer helmet said loudly to Tyrande: "High Priest, we have an army of 50,000 in the dark night, and our allies also have 70,000, a total of 120,000, and the alliance, 30,000 blood elves, 40,000 human races, 10,000 dwarves, a total of 80,000, a total of 40,000 less than us, so it must be us who wins in the end!" ”

Shouting in a voice that everyone around him could hear, the deer helmet was taking the opportunity to boost morale.

However, there seemed to be something wrong with Tyrande today, her expression was a little anxious, and she didn't even see the intention of the deer helmet, but retorted: "The situation is not like this, the alliance is only 80,000 people, but these 80,000 are the elite of the three clans, most of them can even fight one-on-one with the former orcs, and what about us?" Our Night Elves have even lined up those auxiliaries who haven't been on the battlefield, and the Scourge is even more-"

"Enough!" The deer helmet shouted violently, but directly interrupted Tyrande's words.

Illidan, who was guarding Tyrande's side, glared at him fiercely, and the deer helmet didn't pay attention to it, but glanced left and right, and then lowered his voice and said to Tyrande: "Tyrande, you are the high priest of the clan. Your words and deeds are watched by countless people, and you want to be before the war starts. Will we ruin our chances of victory first? ”

"Sorry! Deer Helmet, I lost my words. "Tyrande is the leader who has ruled the night for tens of thousands of years. Under the reminder of the deer, she quickly discovered her own inappropriateness, and explained with a wry smile: "I don't know why, I have had an ominous premonition since this morning, as if there has always been a voice urging me to lead everyone out of here, so I can't calm down!" ”

Immediately, Tyrande glanced at Salorian, the commander of the undead side, and asked in a low voice towards the deerhelm, "Vandal, what do you say if we leave here and engage in guerrilla warfare with the Alliance?" Like when the orcs first came? ”

Deer Helm was slightly stunned and looked at Tyrande incredulously. Unexpectedly, when he said the words of retreating, the uneasiness in the other party's heart had already reached this point?

The deer helmet, who originally had some confidence in this battle, also wavered, but then he thought of Deathwing's command before the battle, but he gritted his teeth again and said angrily: "How can this be the same, at that time, the orcs had poor mobility, and with our speed advantage, our clan could still fight guerrilla warfare with them in the jungle." But now that our opponents are the Alliance, whether it's the blood elves' rangers and mages, or the dwarven griffin knights, they can inflict terrible damage on us, and we can't fight them anymore. "Speaking of which. His voice was stunned again, and then he deliberately raised his voice a little and said, "And we can run, what about the undead of the natural disaster?" They can't run fast. In the end, we can only be killed alive by the alliance, and at that time, we can only be slowly blocked without allies! ”

"You!" Tyrande was so angry with the deer helmet that he couldn't speak. It's not that she agrees with Lu Helmet's analysis, but also that she is dissatisfied with the other party's refutation of herself. Instead, the deer helmet deliberately raised his voice, so that the surrounding undead high-level also noticed.

Sure enough, the next moment, Salorian led two death knights over, and asked Tyrande: "What's the matter, Your Excellency High Priest, I seem to have heard some bad news, it seems that someone wants to escape!" In that case, we, the Scourge Corps, will probably have to make some corresponding measures. ”

Although Salorian's tone did not change, the threat in it was overflowing.

Tyrande glared at the Deer Helm hatefully, then waved his hand at Salorian and said, "No, I just said casually and wanted to adjust the warriors. We are still very sincere in cooperating with natural disasters! ”

She knew very well about Deer Helmet's intentions, and she was just taking this opportunity to force her to express her position and cut off her other ideas.

"Really? That's good! And the same Salorian didn't plan to quarrel with the Night Elves at this time, but he casually touched the topic, and his glowing eyes looked to the other side.

"It just so happens that our enemies are coming!"

Tyrande and Deerhelm looked back and saw a red wave slowly hitting the distant horizon.

"-Hum-Hum!"

Amid the loud trumpets one after another, the Alliance's troops stepped into the sight of darkness and natural disasters.

At the front of the line, the Scarlet Crusaders, the Blood Elf Knights, and the Seventh Legion of the Alliance walked slowly with a large shield in one hand and a weapon in the other, their heavy armor shining in the sunlight, stretching into a brilliant river of light, and with each step, there would be a huge sonorous sound, neat, like a voice.

Then there are the griffons flying in the sky, carrying dwarves and hovering left and right in the air, like a flock of vultures waiting to be fed by a man, dense and like a dark cloud.

And at the back of the team, there are spirited elven archers and mages of the three clans, all of them with fine light in their eyes, full of energy, even looking at the enemy's army of tens of thousands of people, their eyes are full of confidence.

All the Night Elves unconsciously gasped, only to feel as if a mountain was pressing towards them, and their hearts were so dull that they couldn't speak, and they could smell a strong smell of blood between their noses.

Although in terms of numbers, it was their side that had the advantage, but whether it was the Dark Night Legion with many animals and circus-like appearance, or the natural disaster undead who had never been emotionally fluctuating, they could not express this kind of momentum of golden iron horses and bloody battles, and they were completely overwhelmed by just one face.

And as the alliance forces approached, this sense of oppression became more and more apparent.

"Stop!"

A few hundred meters away from both sides, a loud shout suddenly came from among the alliance's troops.

Then only a loud bang was heard. All the Coalition soldiers stopped at the same time, and the neat movement made the land of Mount Hyjal tremble. Seeing that many Night Elves on the other side secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

On the mountainside, Vandal? The deerhelm's brow was almost twisted into a ball. Looking at the expressionless faces under the helmets of the Alliance troops opposite, he felt a thrill in his heart. As one of the most outstanding commanders among the Night Elves, he knew very well how terrible the army in front of him was without noise, and he was forbidden and fearless of death, no matter which point showed the difficulty of the other party, and looking at the Night Elves under his command were a little stiff, the face of the deer helmet was extremely difficult to see.

"Damn, we can't let them go on like this."

Muttering quietly, the deerhelm suddenly took a step forward. Exerting all the strength of his body, he suddenly roared.

"The moon god is above, and the night will win!"

"The moon god is above, and the night will win!"

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Although it was not in the hollow, the sound of the deer helmet still eerily brought a wave of echoes to the ears of every night elf.

Elves, you look at me, I look at you, and then I don't know who took the lead, and everyone raised their arms and shouted.

"The moon god is above. The night will win! ”

"The moon god is above, and the night will win!"

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Crazy cries rang out in the camp of the night, and the animals in their ranks began to roar and roar. The strange noises that filled the sky drove away the fear in the hearts of the Night Elves for a while, and brought bloodthirsty fanaticism.

"Oh, isn't that good. It seems that there are still capable people in the army on the other side! ”

Riding on horseback on the rear of the army, the commander of the Alliance, Berval? Furtagen smiled as he looked at the scene in front of him. "But it didn't work!"

One drew the sword from his waist. The regent is a roar.

"-Kill!"

As if in response to his words, the Alliance troops, which had stopped advancing, suddenly took a step in unison.

"Kill!"

The earth-shattering shout was mixed with a pungent sense of blood, and a single shout suppressed the roar of the night elves on the other side.

Then the warriors in the front row raised their weapons one after another, and struck at their shields again.

"Kill!"

The sound of neat tapping was accompanied by a roar, completely drowning out the Night Elf's shouts.

The last shooter pulled his bowstring, and the crunching sound of the bow was slight, but it was very piercing in the shouts of the sky, and then the archer's chant.

"Kill!"

Three killing words in a row resounded throughout the world and the world, overpowering all voices in an instant.

The hoarse cry of the Night Elves turned into a joke in the blink of an eye, like a barbarian army brandishing wooden clubs flexing their muscles to the elite army.

The momentum of the Night Elves who had originally recovered fell again almost in the blink of an eye, and they were completely suppressed by the three murderous words, and most of the elves were earthy.

On the mountainside, the deer helmet felt his face twitch, and unconsciously felt a stomachache.

Originally, I didn't feel much when I dealt with the Burning Legion itself, but now compared to the elite army of the Alliance, the discipline of the Night Elves is too poor, and what are you afraid of! Can those Alliance soldiers be scarier than the demons of the Burning Legion? You weren't like that at that time, were you?

It can only be said that because the Burning Legion is strong and has a strange size, when facing them, the Night Elves always have a feeling of hunting large beasts, so they can easily deal with it, but when they face the Alliance's size and strength, which is not strong, but can be neatly organized, they are a little unbearable, and the murderous aura that is completely different from the beasts makes those Night Elves who have not been on the battlefield extremely uncomfortable.

Looking at the somewhat distorted expression of the deer helmet, Salorian had a slight glint in his eyes, and then teased with a chuckle: "Commander of the deer helmet, do you need our help later?" ”

Unlike the Night Elves' obviously suppressed momentum, from the time the Alliance army entered the field to the present, the undead have maintained a posture, and although the momentum has not risen, it has not fallen either, has it? So Salorian also began to have time to tease the deer helmet, after all, when the other party was fighting for the leadership of the two clans' armies, the deer helmet did not boast a lot about Haikou.

"No need!" The expression on Deerhelm's face became worse as he listened to Salorian's teasing, and his gaze swept a dark elf in heavy armor and a full mask behind him, and then turned to the other side.

"Illidan, go give the Alliance a little color!"

Although Azeroth did not have the habit of going head-to-head before the war began, this did not affect the morale of his own side.

Listening to the commanding tone of the deer helmet, Illidan snorted in dissatisfaction, and then looked at Tyrande on the side.

Seeing the latter nod slightly, the demon hunter spread his wings and slid like a bat from the mountainside to the front of the two armies at the bottom of the mountain.

With his feet stomped heavily on the ground, facing the alliance's tens of thousands of troops, Illidan let out a loud shout and raised the blade of Aesinos in his hand.

"Miscellaneous members of the Alliance, you are killing yourselves! Who dares to fight me?! (To be continued......)

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