Grabbing his drawing board and blank paper, as well as his own eating fellow, a quill, he left his room and headed for the coalition forces in Kalimdor.

The Beetle Wall in the Cenarion Council headquarters was some distance away, and with some druids, Fenpida made it to the Coalition location.

"Fenpida!"

"Please be careful when the time comes, the wall of beetles is about to collapse, and a fierce battle between us and the Empire will be inevitable at that time, you must stand in a relatively safe position!"

Sarufar took his battle axe and said to Fenpida.

"No problem!" Fenpida nodded, "I will cherish my own life, you can fight with the Empire to your heart's content, and I will go down in history all the warriors and let the people of all Azeroth know who protected them!"

"Good!"

Sarufar smiled, lifted the battle axe in his hand, and shouted to all the elites from Orgrimmar around him, "For the Horde!"

"Lok-Tar Ogar!" the orcs also raised their weapons in response to Sarufar's command.

Vandal Deerhelm did not show weakness either, and shouted to all the members of the Cenarion Council, "May Elune be with you, and we will win this war!"

"In Alan's name!" the druids from the Night Elves similarly shouted.

Fenpida recorded the scene at the most epic moment of Azeroth, and with his extraordinary hand speed, it took almost no time to complete.

At this time.

Not far from the Kalimdor coalition forces, a huge and smooth barrier, the Wall of Beetles, suddenly collapsed and a huge gap appeared, which made everyone nervous.

"Look!"

"The monster has appeared!"

All members of the coalition saw a massive monster over forty feet feet emerge from it, with a huge body and a terrifying jackal head, and every step it took made the cursed land tremble.

Anubisas!

Vandal Deerhelm knew this monster well, and during the Battle of the Quicksand a thousand years ago, their Night Elves and Dragons encountered this war machine, and its power was so powerful that a single Anubisas could wipe out an entire elite squad of Night Elves.

Behind this Anubisas, a large number of huge beetles poured out, and they ran out like a tide.

"Prepare for battle!"

Under the order of the Supreme Commander of the Coalition Army, Sarufar, the members of the Alliance and the tribes in the coalition army aimed their weapons at the Qila Worms who attacked in front of them.

Sarufar rushed to the front alone, slashing three Chila worms to death with his tomahawk, and his bravery inspired all the members of the coalition at the same time.

At this moment, everyone understood the meaning of this battle, and behind them was the fate of the entire Azeroth, and they were the ones who controlled the fate of Azeroth.

In an instant, the coalition army rushed into the swarm like a flood and started a great battle with it!

Shock!

It's amazing!

Fenpidazuo stood in the distance, watching the war between Kalimdor's coalition and his Pull Empire, and his heart was also burning, but unfortunately... You can't be part of it yourself.

But his own work is just as important, and if the world could not know about this epic war, it would seem to be sorry for this group of warriors, and sorry for those who died defending the fate of Azeroth.

"The unicorn arm... Let's work together again!" Fenpida glanced at his right arm and couldn't help but say to himself, "Play to your highest level and record everything that's happening right in front of you!"

"Huh?"

"The unicorn arm... The unicorn arm is actually answering my call!" Fenpida smiled at the fact that his right arm began to tremble.

One sheet!

Two sheets!

Three!

Ten sheets!

Fenpida was consuming paper at a rate of almost five seconds, but this time he was completely prepared, and the paper was basically inexhaustible.

At the same time, the first round of bugs had been eliminated, and only the gigantic Anubisas remained.

"All mages, warlocks, and hunters attack Anubisas!"

The experienced Deer Helm shouted to all members of the coalition that the Anubisas was the nemesis of all warriors, but it was also afraid of the ranged classes.

Really... Under the attack of those mages, warlocks, etc., this Anubisas fell to the ground, and its huge and bulky body smashed to the ground, and there was a small concussion.

"Look!"

"Beetle... The wall of beetles is all starting to crumble!" shouted one of the beetles in surprise as he pointed at them, and at the moment of collapse, he saw the true fear contained within.

Countless Anubisas and the sea-like number of Qila worms... They seemed to be released at this moment, regaining their long-lost freedom, and frantically attacking the Kalimdor coalition forces.

"Watch the formation!"

"Don't let these damn bugs clash with our front!"

Sarufar shouted at all the Kalimdo coalition forces, of course, he didn't hesitate at this moment, his originally black eyes began to turn red, and emitted a strange red light.

"Let you damn bugs, taste the wrath of Sarufar!"

The huge battle axe seemed to be very light in Sarufar's hand, and with a seemingly easy axe, it actually cut several Qila wormmen in two, leaving behind a disgusting green slime.

"For Azeroth!" he shouted at the coalition forces, raising his tomahawk.

"Blood and thunder!"

"For the Horde!"

"For the honor of the King!"

"For the Light!"

The members who were greatly motivated began to attack!

At this moment, Fenpida is working with his 'unicorn arm' to record the most glorious moment of their lives for this group of fearless warriors.

Though... The Angela Gate event would have killed most of Kalimdor's soldiers now, but they deserved the honor of having used their flesh and blood against one of Azeroth's most evil empires.

Fenpida insisted on not letting go of any of the shocking images, recording them all into his own blank paper, those knights who had been severely injured but still stuck on the battlefield, those knights who had been cut off by the Wormmen who had their shield-wielding arms, and were still slashing and killing the insects in front of them.

Everything was recorded in its original form.

Fenpida was not a sentimental person, but the image in front of him gave him a sense of sadness, but also a sense of pride, and the brave warriors fell one by one, but relying on their own power, trying to keep them alive forever in Azeroth, in the hearts of all people.

"Perhaps... That's what it means to be a writer!"

"it... I almost touched myself!"

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