Chilly...

Hunger...

Vandal Deer Helmet: Squatting in the corner of the cell. The neat and gorgeous green robes on weekdays are already tattered and dirty at this time.

It's a catastrophe, it's a catastrophe for the entire Night Elves!

Van Dahl was extremely worried about the outside world at the moment, and the outside world seemed to be moving towards the last thing he wanted to see.

Groups of druids were ragged and brutally escorted into this huge dungeon by the Holy Army. Some were even tortured and attacked, and were now dragged forward by the Night Children of the Holy Cult.

Screams and wails, even begs for mercy, echo around the clock in this dungeon. The madmen of the Holy Army were even more cruel and ruthless than the demons of the Burning Legion, and they never seemed to regard the druids as their own people, or even as elves.

Vandal had seen countless elves as they passed by his cell, their eyes widened and they rushed up and shook the cage door vigorously, and Vandal desperately tried to stop them, knowing what the consequences of such an action would be for them.

The Children of the Night drew their long sticks with lightning energy and slammed them into the elves' backs. The latter fell to the ground in convulsions, followed by punches and kicks, and even pierced his palms and abdomen with daggers.

"Get up, traitor, you filthy blasphemer, bastard!" the Holy Cult pulled the elf by the hair and jerked him up, the elf half dead by this time.

"No, no, let him go, you madmen, demons!" Vandal often roared as he rushed to the cell door.

But he was soon knocked down by the electric batons, followed by a frenzied fist and kick torture.

In the square of the Surama Giant Prison, there is a row of interrogation rooms, where all the prisoners will undergo a series of interrogations, polygraphs, or brainwashing.

These interrogation rooms are also hierarchical, and the further you go, the more you go to the interrogation room, the more small people are interrogated. The middle room is called Room No. 1, and all the people who can be brought in here for interrogation are big people.

Moreover, these bigwigs are always executed immediately after the interrogation in Room 1.

So this room is also known as the Death Room.

But Vandal has been to Room One several times. Because of his special status, it seems that the Holy Cult Army does not want to kill him, but keeps interrogating and torturing him.

In the square, a huge water prison and gallows stand silently.

On the gallows hung a druid, who had been dead for a long time, and there was no one to collect his body.

In the water dungeon, seven or eight elves were trembling, and from time to time they let out a burst of wails. And in those waters, there are countless bloodthirsty maggots and locusts.

Vandal's head was pulled up hard by one of the Children of the Night, forcing him to look at the tortured druid in front of him.

"Lord Vandall, how do you feel?" said the Holy Cult Force's Executive, the Demon Swordsman Oruriel, as he sat aside.

"Demons, you'll regret it, you don't want to enslave and plague the Night Elves once again!"

Oruriel pouted and nodded, "Hmm... Demon... Tsk tsk... With that, he waved his hand.

Another group of elves was brought up, and they were brought to a row of spiked chairs in the square.

Oruriel grabbed one of them and pinned him to a spiked chair, where he was chained and the latter let out a violent scream that was bleeding profusely.

"You blasphemous bastards! The gods are merciful, now give you a chance to believe in the Emperor and be loyal to the Emperor!Otherwise, the Emperor will be merciful, and I will not be merciful!" Orurel pointed to the elf whose back and thighs were stuck with iron spikes. "Otherwise, this is the end!"

Then he waved his hand and opened a crystal image, the contents of which made the elves present tremble, and then they froze.

It was Senarius, the demigod of the forest.

He fell to his knees, surrounded by a group of Faceless Beings, unleashing all sorts of psychic magic to torment him.

Nearby, countless dryads and jungle guardians were hanging from trees, and the Holy Cult Army was slicing their bodies with their swords, screaming loudly.

A druid fell to his knees, his spirit crumbling under the torment of his body and the demigods of the forest.

"I'm willing to pledge allegiance to the god Sarodar, I support the Night Elves to turn into an empire, let me go!

Oruriel smiled with satisfaction, but he decided to add fuel to the fire.

"Anka-sama, come out!"

As the words fell, several strange druids approached from the far corner.

Their eyes shone with golden light, and then they turned into various animal forms in plain sight, and their fur flowed with golden divine power, burning like flames.

"Introducing the Dawn Druid, also known as the Dawn Druid. I believe that those druids who are willing to pledge allegiance to the Emperor will have access to this greater power. What do you think?" Orurel crouched down, pinching the jaw of the crumbling druid, making him look at the dawn druids.

Vandal stared in horror at the druids in front of him, transforming into animal forms like golden flames.

"Anka, Anka's Clawed Heart? You have abandoned the forces of nature?"

Anka* Clawheart laughed, and looked directly at Vandal as well, "The weak strength of Senarius is nothing compared to what we have gained so far! ”

"Luna ... The Luna will punish you!" Vandal stretched out his arm, which was full of wounds and torture marks, and pointed at Ankka with a trembling voice.

The latter burst out laughing when he heard this, and then slammed down a Moonfire Technique, striking Vandal fiercely.

"You're a fool who can't see the situation clearly, Lord Vandal. Ankh said, the golden flames shrank suddenly, and a cheetah filled with moonlight appeared in front of Vandal.

Compared to the ordinary cheetah form before the druids, Anka's current luna hunter form exudes a rich moonlight energy, the claws are the energy claws of the moonlight energy, and a meniscus-shaped gem on his forehead floats quietly.

"Now, tell me, who has the moon abandoned, and who has he supported?"

Ysera is going mad, and the druids and a large number of disrespectful Night Elves are being arrested and tortured endlessly.

Some of the officers in the Night Border Guards, and even a handful of Priestesses of the Moon were not spared.

But she didn't dare to make any moves.

Elisander trapped him with a large group of Faceless Beings and placed her under house arrest.

"Cenarius was self-defeating. Queen Ysera, do you want to follow in your footsteps?" said Elisand, taking a quiet sip of moonshine, her tone mixed with a cold threat.

Ysera's face was unbearable, and she stared at Elisand.

"This is not what the Father means, I want to see the Father, you are destroying the whole elf!"

Hearing this, Elisande put down her wine glass and snapped her fingers, and the room was suddenly filled with a silvery white glow.

"If you want to disobey the will of both the Divine Lord and the Moon God Elune, then you will be the first to be destroyed, Ysera. ”

"Impossible. No way... What is the moon god ... Why do you treat Cenarius and the druids like that?"

Ysera stared blankly at the soft moonlight that enveloped her, a look of disbelief.

Elisandr laughed at this point, and looked at Ysera's eyes full of sarcasm.

"Because Cenarius and the Druids are only her creations and followers, and the Divine Lord is her only clan, what is the problem with killing them all?"

Azeroth, the core of the planet.

It was dark, except for a large, slender body quietly in the center, seemingly nurturing and growing.

It's just that there are many wounds on this body, and although the largest wound is healing and scabbing, it can still be seen that it was once extremely serious.

A silvery-white hazy glow drifted around the body.

"Bad guy! gnaw me a moon! I want you to pay for it!"