The demon army began to attack, and everything in its path was left in ashes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Crassus and Illidan teamed up to slay the Burning Legion's vanguard commander, Inuwang Haka, but the Night Elf Rebels immediately welcomed a stronger and more terrifying opponent--- Manolos the Destroyer.

The Abyss Lord. A huge body more than ten meters high, four hooves running without slowing down, holding an equally huge double-headed spear in both hands, two short wings on the back, a pair of long demonic horns growing on the hideous head, and burning with green evil flames all over his body.

The Night Elf army was immediately locked in a bitter battle, suffering heavy casualties. However, reinforcements from the city of Sulama arrived in time to join the battle.

The magic of the upper elven mages is highly lethal and has a wide range. Before the endless demonic guards could reach the elven army, the Cerberus and the Hellfire that rained down from the sky approached the elven army, and were blocked by the mages with magic and then destroyed. The bad reputation of the upper elves is slowly reversed among the Night Elves.

Crassus sat down on a rock to rest, and another battle ended. The corpses of demons and elves littered the ground, the air filled with a stench, and the flames of evil energy were gradually extinguished.

Illidan walked up from nowhere, bowed to Crassus, and climbed the rock. "Master, these demons seem endless, we must speed up and break into the capital to destroy the portal before we have any hope of winning. ”

The latter nodded, looking at the upper elven mages who were burning their bodies in the distance. "Yes, not only that, but we also need to unite all the forces that can be united, minotaurs, bear monsters, dwarves, blah blah blah ”

"I agree with you, things are changing in your mind, and since Lord Ravenkes' death, no offense, the new Garrod Shadow Song seems to have a flair for commanding. He's also actively reaching out to those aliens. At this time, Illidan also looked at the upper elf mage. "We're glad most of the upper elves are on our side, their magic is really obsessive. ”

"But the demigods Cenarius and the druids don't seem to welcome them very well. ”

"Hmph, Lord Demigod, and my moral brother who is bent on learning druids will never understand the power of magic. Gentle nature can't save Azeroth, it can't save Kalimdor!I don't understand why Tyrande likes my brother instead of me! ”

Crassus smiled and waved his hand to show that he didn't care. "I'm more concerned about ... His eyes were fixed on a female elf walking in the distance, she was wearing a silver-white rune robe, two shoulder armors were inlaid with a purple crystal on each, four balls of energy composed of three colors of energy floated on her shoulders, and she held a gorgeous staff two meters long in her hand, and a magical eye at the top of the staff was shining and blinking from time to time.

"Why is the one in Sulama City willing to let her come and lead the mage army of the upper elves. As far as I know, the Magister Elisandr is the Forbidden Quarter. ”

"Master Crassus, you rest here. Elisandre walked over, and after that eavesdropping, she knew that this Crassus was a red dragon in disguise, let alone from the future, so she had a lot of respect for him.

"Say hello to the oracle for me, Master Elisander. I have to say, I'm surprised that the Divine Envoy would be willing to let you come to the front to command. ”

"War is always the best way to improve, isn't it? Elisander said with a wink.

"Your magical prowess is breathtaking, and I can't think of anyone better than you other than Crassus and Master Ronin. Illidan opened his mouth to say that the young Night Elf was a little more simple-minded, he longed for magic, for powerful and destructive power, which was the main reason why he couldn't calm down to learn the gentle and slow ways of nature.

However, his heart is good, and he is willing to give everything for his strength to save his people, which is completely a tragic hero, and Crassus and Ronin from the future know this very well, what kind of character Illidan will be in the future era.

Elisunde's beautiful face smiled and nodded to Illidan. "You're very talented, I can feel it. If Master Crassus is willing to take you as an apprentice, I believe it won't be long before another Archmagus is born. ”

Illidan was thrilled by this, and he seemed very happy at the praise of an archmage.

From time to time, Crassus looked at the magical eye that kept rolling and blinking at the top of the staff that Elisander was holding, and the eyes would look back at him with a meaningful look.

"Yes, may we attain final victory under the guidance of the Creator. Crassus slowly got up, then bowed to Elisander and walked towards the Night Elf camp. However, Illidan sensed that Master Crassus was not saluting Elisandr, but to the magical eye floating on the staff.

The situation is getting more and more stalemate, and stalemate means defeat, and the Night Elf Resistance is well aware that every day it drags on, countless new demons will cross the portal to the continent of Kalimdor.

Not long ago, the five guardian dragons sacrificed a part of their essence and worked together to create an artifact, the soul of the dragon. This artifact is extremely powerful, and the attack power is even more terrifying, and the guardian dragons have made an agreement with the Night Elves to attack the portal with all their might when attacking the capital city of Esarin, and before that, the dragon's soul will be kept by the most powerful dragon, the guardian of the earth, Nesario.

However, Crassus and Ronin are worried, but they know the history well, and the Guardian of the Earth, Nesario, has been corrupted by the four Elder Gods sealed in the depths of Azeroth, and has gradually become insane, taking the Dragon's Soul for himself, and then attacking and killing other Guardian Dragons. In the future, he was called Deathwing.

So, trying to stop this, Crassus sent the human mage Ronin, the orc warriors Brox, and the druid Malfurio to Nesario's lair to steal the dragon's soul.

And before that, Illidan was gone. Neither his friends nor his brother Malfurion knew where he had gone, only Crassus and Ronin sighed that what should have happened would still have happened.

Illidan travels to the capital city of Asaline, where he wants to meet the Dark Titan Sargeras and gain greater power to protect his people.

And all this he did was extreme, irrational, and not understood by anyone, but felt that he was willing to fall and become a demon. But in the eyes of Crassus, Illidan, he is just a complex and tragic figure who sticks to his own path and is not understood by his people.

At this point, Illidan must have seen Sargeras and received his gift--- eyes made of evil flames. The first demon hunter, was born. And his first mission is to find the guardian of the earth, Nesario, and capture the soul of the artifact dragon.

In Sulama City, Hu Feng also felt a strange movement, which he was very familiar with, it was the spiritual fluctuations of the ancient gods, don't forget that there were two ancient gods under him who were brainwashed by him and were now working for him.

So Hu Feng immediately made a decision, go to find the source of the fluctuation, for the ancient god, Hu Feng is not willing to kill now, he has the ability to control the power of the void, as long as the ancient god is extremely weak, he can take the opportunity to brainwash it, engrave it, and become a loyal little brother.

So after a short period of busyness in Sulama City, Hu Feng drove out of the city with a large group of mage troops, including many faceless ones, and headed in the direction of the Supreme Ridge.

Poor Nesario, he didn't know at this moment that the forces of all parties had begun to converge on the high ridge, two waves for his already obsessed artifact, and the other wave was directly aimed at himself.

On the main battlefield, the Night Elf Rebel Commander Garrod Shadow Song has successfully united various alien races such as dwarves, bear monsters, and minotaurs. The Priestess of the Moon Temple and the mages of Surama City also gathered under his command. The most exciting thing is that the forest demigod Cenarius has summoned other demigods to come under the command of Garrod, and the coalition army is now stronger than ever, and the morale is also at its peak, and the plan to counterattack the capital has been put on the agenda.

And the capital city of Aisaline has also ushered in a new commander at this moment. The capital is now a ruined hell, only the palace is still brilliant, the well of the Well of Eternity churns all the time, and a huge dark green portal burns with evil flames, hovering above the Well of Eternity. At this moment, Manolos the Destroyer was kneeling on the ground, reverently waiting for a comer.

"Get on your knees, you ants, and greet the Arms of God, Commander of the Burning Legion, Lord Akmund the Polluter!"

A huge figure stepped through the portal, his skin was blue, he was clad in only a few pieces of golden armor, the flames in his eyes burning violently, and his tentacle-like beard swaying slightly. He is Akmund the Polluter, the commander-in-chief of the Burning Legion, and the High Lord of Eredar, and countless worlds have been reduced to fire at his feet to please their god, the Dark Titan Sargeras.

"You have disappointed me, Manolos, this small world is still alive and well! God is very unhappy with this!"

The furious Manolos was like a well-behaved puppy, kneeling in front of Akmund with his head drooping, as if he had confessed his sins and been punished.

Akmund glanced at him coldly, then snorted. Manolos was his descendant, and he had no intention of punishing him for it. The Burning Legion is run by Akmund and his kindred, the other High Lord of Eredar, Kilgardan the Fraudster. The two split the power equally.

The Dark Titans, on the other hand, are indifferent to this, as long as the Legion can keep destroying one world after another, and the small things like fighting for power can be ignored.

"Soon, I will personally deal with those ants who rebel against the archives, and then, dedicate this world to the master!"

Darth Rema*, the leader of the upper elves in the capital, stood on a terrace in one of the palaces, staring hatefully at Akmund below.

And at the very top of the palace, a lazy and beautiful figure was also looking down, and the empress Esshara was completely caught up in her own inextricable fantasy, as long as she could become the wife of the gods, even if her own people died, it was acceptable. After all, she is the light of the light, the empress of the light of a thousand moons.