Before the Draenei could recover from the news that their leader, Veron, had died of a serious injury, another major event had fallen on their heads.

They are divided!

Archbishop Socresa, with a large number of his followers and men, founded the Socresa Legion. They reverently knelt before the Titan gods and swore allegiance.

In response, the gods will grant their prayers and grant them an infusion of evil powers, becoming the Areda Demon.

Some of the older draenei wept over this, but they couldn't escape the temptation of evil powers. The other half of the remaining draenei is led by Turani the Soulbinder. But everyone knows that after the death of the prophet Velon, Tulani had no master of the six gods, and regarded the Divine Venerable as his greatest and last support. Her own leaders are all godlikes, so what other options does her draenei have?

No one knows why Tulani trusted the Titan deity so much, even to the point of obedience, and there was no sign of mind control.

In short, the Delaney in this timeline is now completely tied to Azeroth's chariot. When the world is plundered and begins to be destroyed, they will return to the world of Azeroth with the Divine Alliance. Over there, the Night Elves have prepared a place for them to live.

The two large islands of Secret Blue Island and Secret Blood Island are located not far from the World Tree, the Night Elves' lair, and Hu Feng decided to place the Draenei there according to the established history. As for the Delaney on the other timeline in the future, it will be decided by their attitude when the time comes.

Socresa stood on the hillside, his eyes closed and he felt the evil energy surging in his body, his face intoxicated.

His body had turned blood-red, his eyes were burning with green demonic flames, and there were signs of demonic wings beginning to grow behind him, and his palms had turned into sharp claws, and with just a movement of his mind, a rich cloud of demonic energy appeared in his palm.

On the platform behind him, there stood more than a dozen huge diamond-shaped suspended crystals, which were infused with abundant and rich evil energy. The draenei of the Socresa Legion are now surrounding the crystal, frantically absorbing the energy from the crystal.

Their mission has been assigned: the Socresa Legion chooses a region of their own, and then it will be up to them to see how they perform, as long as they return before the destruction of the world begins.

This is a letter of nomination, and the god is watching coldly, and Socresa now understands the master's thoughts a little: he is cold-minded, profit-oriented, and does not need any weaklings who are holding back. If their legions fail to do their job, the consequences that await them will be extremely dark and terrible.

"Iron Star, launch!" shouted Calgas* with a swing of his armblade, pointing at the mallet in the distance.

The Steel Star launchers behind him lined up in a row, aiming their thick cannon muzzles at the city wall, and then there was a loud explosion of explosions, and the Steel Star in the shape of black wheels smashed into the city wall with fierce flames.

The Hammer Fortress is the capital of the Ogre Empire, located in the westernmost part of the Nagrand steppes, and is a massive stone city.

The Black Dragoons hovered over the Hammer Bunker, dropping goblin bombs, followed by a flurry of machine-gun fire.

Kargas hates ogres, and as the bitter master who once enslaved him and threw him into the arena to the death, he wants to kill all the ogres in any world or timeline.

Most of the people who came to the Hammer Fort this time were members of the Broken Hand Clan, and they stared fiercely at the wall that was about to be shattered with red eyes. The ogres who hide behind the walls will know at once how cruel the wrath of the Broken Hand Clan is.

With a loud bang, a large section of the wall in front of the Hangmath Castle collapsed, and the ogres desperately tried to plug it.

"Attack! Charge!!

Aranka Peak Forest, Tongtian Peak.

In horror, the Ravens shrank their line to the foot of Tongtian Peak. They don't know where this group of intruders, who are beautiful and elegant, but have extremely aggressive personalities, came from.

These creatures called elves attacked them frantically with all kinds of magic, even to the point that they killed people on sight and could not communicate. In particular, the group of elven mages dressed in great sumptuous costumes and robes inlaid with various gems and crystals, they collected any valuable golems, crystals, and ancient books as if they were scraping the ground.

In desperation, the Ravens summoned Rukma, the patron saint of the Ravens, who had a brutal temperament and paid a huge price to make him willing to deal with the elves.

Archmage Aitaeus calmly looked at the large bird that radiated the sun's rays, his feathers burning like golden flames. The huge body set off a frenzied current.

"Capture him alive! Dedicated to the Divine Venerable! Such a good mount, the Divine Venerable must like it very much, hahaha!"

The upper elves quickly formed a formation, and the extremely skillful spiritual connection was shared with Aitaeus. The Night Elves' Ranger Force is attracting Rukma's attention.

The arcane energy in Aitaus's eyes flickered violently, and magic circuits appeared on his face, and he mobilized the power of the divine eye in his chest, and his whole body exuded a dark golden dawn light.

"Enhanced Arcane Barrage!Ten Shots!"

The Archmagister's staff was like a machine gun, spewing out thick arcane barrages of bullets, and they were endless. After the spiritual sharing of the upper elves, the power of these arcane barrages has been infinitely magnified.

But Rukma didn't know, and he looked disdainfully at the orbs of arcane energy that were so small to him, and continued to lunge towards the Night Elf rangers. The rangers harassed him like hateful flies, shooting arrows with moonlight energy.

But soon he felt a sharp pain, and the arcane barrage struck him hard, exploding violently on him. The dawn light wrapped in the middle burrowed into his body, and the wound was a blur of flesh and blood.

Rukma screamed and fell from the sky, the dark golden morning light in agony for him, and to his horror that his own sun flame was useless for it!

Arcane chains began to bind him, and a collar glowing with a dark golden light appeared around his neck, and Aitaeus jerked at the chains, and Rukma was dragged behind the elves' position.

The ravens were really frightened when they saw this, and these terrible outsiders actually captured Rukma alive!

"Let's attack, except for those scholars left by the crows, all the others will be killed, and the place to go back is limited, so it can't be wasted. ”

Aitaus sneered and looked at Tongtian Peak and gave the order.

A few days later, the peak of Babel ceased to exist, the towering peaks were cut off, and the remaining arcane fluctuations spoke of the atrocities of the elves.

At this moment, the Night Elves are in a very fanatical state, and after a great purge by the Holy Cult Army, whether you are a mage or not, the belief of the major forces within the elves in the god Sarodar has reached a terrifying level.

The current elves have completely lost the character of not caring about the world, they are keen to participate in the major events of the world, and they have a great interest in expanding their own territory.

The style of behavior has also become aggressive, a change that has evolved from the elves' innate and inexplicable arrogance.

The rudiments of an empire are slowly being born.

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It's about to be put on the shelves, and Lao Hu wants to say a little bit about watching piracy here.

I know that there are many readers who read pirated copies, and I guess I will continue to watch free pirated copies after this book is put on the shelves, and I am not ready to support the genuine version.

But Lao Hu just wants to say one thing: please learn to respect and understand each other.

You may think that if there is a free pirated version, you may not be a fool to read the paid chapters, you may not have a sense of authenticity, and you may not know how to respect and understand each other.

Lao Hu just wants to say: If they all go to see pirated editions, and the results of the genuine editions are extremely dismal, will the author of the book still have the heart and motivation to continue writing?

Watching pirated copies is like killing chickens and eggs, taking advantage of the free and small cheap piracy for a while, resulting in a situation where there are no good books to read in the future, no one is willing to concentrate on writing books, or authors have opened anti-piracy chapters.

Some people will say let others support the genuine version, not to be the one who is missing. That old Hu also told you to compare your heart to your heart. Everyone thinks this way, so that the number of good books will only come less and less, because piracy is still rampant.

I won't abuse pirated readers, and I won't say anything about you, but Lao Hu just wants to plead you with one thing:

If you can afford to spend a few cents to read the genuine version, then please continue reading this book and support the genuine version.

Lao Hu knows that I will never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep, but I believe that more pirated readers are still willing to support the genuine version in their hearts.

Old Hu worshipped.

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