On the Eastern Kingdom continent, in a forest north of Gilneys.

Dozens of walking mechanical spider tanks are shrinking their barrel-solid encirclement in no hurry, and the turrets of the Titan Energy Cannon on the spider's back are constantly spinning, locking onto the target in front of them and blasting them into flying ashes.

The soldiers of the Night Border Guards followed behind the Spider Tanks, relying on the bodies of these steel creatures as cover, and used their energy rifles to deliver long-range fire on the enemy.

The wild werewolves were originally fearless of death, rushing up in groups to block the muzzle of the guns and send them to death, but as the encirclement gradually shrank, Verinde Xingge, who was controlled by the Luna Scythe, also found that such a savage and direct crowd tactic had no effect.

The werewolves turned defensive, and with their agility and familiarity with the forest, they desperately held back the Night Elf army.

But this is still useless work, and if this is still the era of cold weapon warfare, then maybe the fangs and claws of the wild werewolves will do a good job.

Seeing that the werewolves were in full swing to defend themselves, the Night Border Guards also took countermeasures: they began to destroy the forest.

Didn't you rely on the trees of the forest to hide and defend yourself?

Again, if it had been before, the elves would rather progress a little slower or even a temporary truce than destroy the forest.

After all, elves and forests, these two names have always been closely linked.

Now... It doesn't matter!

Isn't it just a forest, as long as creatures like the Ancestor Thorn Beast and the Forest Spirit have not been extinct from the territory of the empire, then there will be more or less forests.

So the elven army silently pulled out a large number of arcane crystal flamethrowers, and began to set fire to the forest in a frenzy.

The fire-breathing troops are like mages who specialize in flames, carrying a large arcane crystal behind them, transforming themselves through a pre-set method inside the crystal, and then spewing out slender fire dragons through a special iron pipe.

The Spitfire is very special, and this small unit is the only one with goblin soldiers.

The goblins of the Heso chaebol are not interested in ordinary warfare at all, and it is not interesting to slash each other with swords or shoot at each other with muskets.

Only for flamethrowers, the goblins burst out with great enthusiasm.

The goblins wore black goggles, and a filtered mask was firmly attached to their muzzle and nose, painted with their favorite patterns.

The most popular motif is a red grinning goblin skull.

"Ahh

The pyromaniac raised the flamethrower in their hands and waved it from side to side, controlling the fire dragon to invade everywhere.

The fire was clearly visible to both sides of the Gilneth Civil War, which was in the final stages of street fighting in the city of Gilneth.

Dark billowing smoke rose into the sky, and it grew thicker and thicker, more and more choking.

It's been turned into a feast for the arsonists, and the goblins who play with fire are in for a treat.

They're usually engineers with the army, and they're responsible for maintaining the Night Frontier Guard's Spider Tanks, but if the need arises, like now, they can instantly turn into a crazy Spitfire.

The wild werewolves were miserable, because this overwhelming fire was coming at them from all directions, and there was no way to avoid it.

The druids drew a howling hurricane that guided the fire.

The fire burned for two whole days, and the entire central part of the forest was completely burned to the ground.

The army of the Night Elves marched again.

This time, they encountered very little resistance or resistance.

The black charcoal formed by the corpses of werewolves is scattered everywhere, and from time to time, a few dying werewolves with severe burns can be found, and then the head is shot.

On the hillside in the middle of the forest, the corpse of Verinder Xingge, controlled by the luna scythe, is struggling to hold up a silver-white mana shield, barely resisting the fire that will determine the end.

Seeing the elven army firmly encircling him, and looking at the cold and angry eyes of the druids, Verinde Star smiled wildly.

"You must never try to catch me ... No one can control the power of the wild, and I am the master of the wild!"

The luna scythe that Vilind Xingge was carrying behind began to slowly dissipate, as if he had used an unknown spell to escape from here.

At this moment, the soft white moonlight shrouded the clearing, and the luna scythe, which was slowly dissipating and preparing to run away, recondensed into an entity, and it could not escape.

"You were originally a weapon I gave to the druids, but now... You have betrayed them, you have betrayed your mission, and you have betrayed my will, as it is written on the paper ... Ahem... ”

Elune's avatar appeared in mid-air in the clearing, calmly looking at the Luna Scythe behind Verinde* Starsong below, who radiated a deep sense of fear and panic.

However, they didn't pay attention to Elune's inexplicable words at the end, and the elves saluted respectfully with excitement on their faces.

The border guards were fine, they performed a military salute, after all, the Empire stipulates that all armies can only bow down when facing the Eternal Night God Emperor.

The druids were diverse, some kneeling and some bowing deeply.

"Lord Elune ... I beg your pardon ... We have lived up to your will and expectations and failed to bring the sickle ... ”

Elune waved gracefully, and the moonlight flowed happily around her, filling the space around her with starlight.

"As I have already said, I am not to blame you for this, and I have not asked you to get the scythe back, and your attitude has satisfied me. ”

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the middle of the clearing, making the Luna Scythe, which was already very frightened and flustered, even more frightened and panicked.

That's Agrama.

"I sensed that there was a wave of energy from my clan here, and it wasn't in Sarodar's lair, so I was a little worried, so I came over and took a look... ”

Agrama, who had teleported from the continent of Northrend, looked around and was relieved that he had found no enemy.

As for the Luna Scythe... Agrama was simply ignored as an ant.

"Thank you for your kindness, I'm just taking care of some of my own personal matters. ”

"Ahh Then I'll go back, there are still many things to decide in the sanctuary. ”

With that, the chaotic Agrama disappeared again.

In the sky, an eye of truth saw Agrama return to Northrend, and began to dissipate as well.

Sarodar's vision was hidden, and even Agrama didn't notice it.

Elune slowly descended to the ground and walked in front of Verinde Starsong with no anger on her face.

"What shall I do with you, my former creature?"

Verinde Xingge opened her mouth, but finally lowered her head and did not speak.

The Scythe of the mortal race can be extremely arrogant and uninhibited, but in the face of Elune, the Titan God who created itself, it will not dare to blow up a hundred dares.

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