Kalimdor, Aysara region.

The members of Origin Night have been very happy lately, and the group of mad beast-like Holy Cults has left for the time being, hearing that they are going back to upgrade.

Now the plan of the Chosen Holy Army is being carried out throughout the country, and the Holy Army is extremely fanatical about it.

Even many Night Elves and Upper Elves are very excited about this, this is a clansman who has become His Majesty the God Emperor, the Titan Protoss!

Although it can only be regarded as a god-chosen warrior, not a real god, but at least it is sublimated! Barely a member of the God Emperor's clan!

It's almost the same as the Titan Creator and Guardian, the Lesser Titan.

Of course, in order to become the Chosen One, you must first transform into the form of a Child of the Night, then join the Holy Cult to serve in the Cult Army, and finally be eligible for promotion.

However, His Majesty the God-Emperor soon issued an oracle, and although only the Children of the Night could do it at the moment, he was now researching a way to transform any other elves.

So don't worry if you don't want to be an elf of the night, anyway, everyone's life is endless, just wait.

The ancient elves, who thought that they had lost their restraint for the time being, could have a good time, quickly drooped their ears again.

After the Holy Cult Army, another batch of succubi came!

Moreover, these succubi are powerful, and they are extremely good at concealment and temptation, and they are even more pervasive than the Holy Cult Army.

From time to time, some of the Elder Elves who wanted to explode their thorns could be seen tightly clasped around their necks with a long whip, making painful ho-ho sounds. The succubus behind him grinned, and then jerked the elf to the ground and began to lash mercilessly.

Or seeing an elf with a dull face and a demented smile on his face, these elves who have succeeded in seducing will spit out all the secrets in their hearts to the succubus.

Azhara is already afraid of this empire at this moment, and the elves in ten thousand years have become extremely indifferent and cold, even hateful, towards her. Now the queen is just thinking about how to gain the trust of the god emperor's master, work hard to climb up, and get more political power.

"You're Azhara, I've heard about you in the Burning Legion before. Mediana slowly appeared in the room, leaning against the wall.

Azhara jerked her head up at the succubus who had suddenly appeared in her private living room.

"You're the master's succubus?"

Mediana nodded casually, then swung the soft steel whip in her hand, slamming it into the air in the corner of the room.

A scream was heard, and a female elf thief was dragged out of stealth with a soft whip around her neck, and then thrown out of the room.

"I don't like having rats eavesdropping, pay attention next time. ”

Aishara looked at this strange succubus with a cold face, as if everyone else owed her millions of gold coins, and her heart was puzzled.

Succubi are still so indifferent?

Then the queen was jealous, yes, jealousy.

For the first time, Azhara felt jealousy, a succubus who was above her in size and appearance.

This made the light of the light, the light of a thousand moons, very unhappy for Azara. It seems that 10,000 years ago, this succubus must have been dragged out by his own subordinates and secretly executed.

But now, she can only bury her jealousy deep in her heart.

"The master asked me to watch you for a while until the Holy Army returns, and believe me, I am not happy to come. Compared to the life of the Eternal Night Palace, this place is simply a pile of stinky shit. Medeana polished her smooth nails without lifting her head.

"When your ambitions as a queen are smoothed out and you know what is obedient and well-behaved, when will the surveillance on you end. ”

"Oh, by the way, your politics are pretty good, but my master wants me to convey to you that a loyal fool is better than an ambitious clever man. ”

Eastern Kingdom Continent, South.

It's a lot more lively here than anywhere else. The armies of the Stormwind Kingdom and the Dwarves marched into the Burning Plains under the personal leadership of Varian, preparing to wipe out the Orthodox tribes entrenched here, that is, the organization dominated by the Blackstone Orcs, supplemented by a few miscellaneous small clans.

The Alliance's forces will then attack the Blackstone Tower, killing Nefarian, the Black Dragon Prince, and all the orcs in the Tower.

The Orthodox tribes also want to teach the alliance a hard lesson, so the army of the Blackstone Orcs is also lined up around the Blackstone Tower, ready to meet the enemy.

Coupled with the support of the Black Dragon Prince, they also have the Black Dragoon and the Black Dragonman to help, so the Great Chief Red Black Hand is not worried about the outcome of this war at all.

King Varian is also full of confidence, and this is his first stop on the throne, and it is also a crucial battle.

His father Ryan, the old marshal Lothar, the Night Elves' god, and the people of the entire alliance were watching the battle that was about to break out.

You must prove yourself and you must not fail.

It is also necessary to prove that you are qualified and capable to lead the alliance and lead the alliance to greater prosperity.

Varian sat on his horse, wiping his artifact, his two-handed sword, "The King's Will, the Heart of War," in his hand.

This sword has unlocked almost half of its traits at the moment, some of which have strengthened their skills, while others have directly strengthened their physical strength and strength. The imprisoned soul in the sword is now not only the remnant soul of Guldan, which represents the evil power, but also the essence of a fire elemental lord, which provides the sword with a fiery form.

Soon, the sword will drink the blood of the orcs, absorb the soul of the black dragon, and merge with the essence of the fire elemental to open up a new form of shadow flame.

The Northern Regions, the Western Plague Lands.

A special Scarlet Crusader ended another battle, wiping out an army of the Scourge.

Bridget Abydis wiped the blood off the sword and watched as the soldiers around him cleaned up the battlefield.

Ever since the Scarlet Crusaders split, she had been fighting guerrillas in the Eastern and Western Plague Lands with this part of her army, and her army was basically the loyal soldiers of her father, Alfred. After their father's death, the soldiers turned their allegiance to their daughter, Bridget.

At this moment, Bridget is ready to take people to the Valley of the Hearth to seek some necessary supplies and food. The plague lands are becoming more and more corrupt, and there are fewer and fewer ways to obtain food and fresh water.

The current Scarlet Crusader Division, which still insists on taking the initiative to attack the Scourge everywhere, is only Bridget's one.

Even the Silver Dawn began to shrink its defenses at this moment, as if it was planning some big plan.

But Bridget had been confused, and a whisper in her mind kept telling herself: Don't go to Hearthvale!

The young female general was puzzled, but still didn't believe the strange whisper.

The Valley of the Hearth is the base of the High Lord of Elison, and it seems that even the High Lord of Da Sohan has recently escaped from Stratholme with a remnant of his army and joined the Valley of the Hearth.

How can there be danger there?