The midday sun hung high in the sky, scorching the desert of Silisus, and the blizzard brought by the archmage Antonidas, although violent, could not fight against the natural forces of heaven and earth for long. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In less than an hour, the cold and ice were completely gone, leaving Silisus enveloped in blazing heat once again.

Within an hour of Sarufar and Antonidas' return to their main cities, the portals of the fortress of Silysus were once again alive with warriors from all over the world, and countless warriors of the Alliance and Horde poured out of it again, quickly reaching the area where they had once been encamped.

However, compared to the last time, the troops are no longer pure soldiers, but more elites of various races, who have outstanding talents, and have taken up various combat professions, many of which even wear multiple hats.

Mages summon flames to burn the ground and turn the filthy battlefield into smoke, druids plant seeds, water them with the power of nature, re-establish camps, priests, paladins and shamans rescue the wounded, hunters take their pets and go out on guard, warriors guard the camp, and thieves watch in the dark.

Covered by the blizzard, both the Zora Hive and the Xenomorph swarm in the Rego Hive have been battered and no longer dare to appear in front of the Horde and Alliance warriors, allowing the Alliance and the Horde to rebuild their camp safely.

It has been less than an hour since the plane twisting time provided by Scott, but the spatial rift that is the sign of the plane twisting has still not appeared, if it were not for the news brought back by Sarufar and Antonidas, as well as the information provided by the guardian Medivan, the heads of the tribe and the alliance would not have believed that Silishus would be so coincidental and become the place of the twisting of the Angela plane and Azeroth three times in a row.

And now, when the portal flickered again, a tall female Night Elf slowly stepped out of it, and all of the Cenarion Night Elf guards who saw her—a fortress built by the Night Elves—looked at her with respect, and many of them even looked adoring.

Compared to humans, orcs and other short-lived species, the night elves are veritable immortals, thousands of years, perhaps more than ten generations have passed for humans, and dwarves have changed their kingship three times, but it only makes Shiloma more mature and cold.

A millennium ago, she and Vandal Deerhelm joined forces with the Dragons to repel the Chira Zerg's ambition to conquer Azeroth, and a millennium later, she led the rising races of the Azeroth Heart to regain power enough to fight the Dimensional Twist.

Looking up at the sky, Shilomar could still recall the time when the dragons had obscured the winter day, when the Zermen and Xenomorphs had flooded and flooded the Night Elf legions, and all hope was dashed.

But in the end, they were victorious, successfully driving the Zerg out of Azeroth and protecting the world they lived in.

"Jonas, please stand in front of me. ”

"Where is the mysterious young man who delivered your message now?"

Coming out of the portal, Shiloma did not stop, but came to Jonas, although the highest governor of Cenarion Fortress was not Jonas at this moment, he was the only one who had come into direct contact with Scott.

And in the face of the heroic mission that became famous thousands of years ago and will only become more powerful now, Jonas humbly bowed his head and stroked his chest and saluted.

"Honorable Shilomar, the mysterious young man named Scott, after killing General Rajax, went to the ruins of Angela alone, and has not returned. ”

"Angela Ruins?!"

Xiloma's long eyebrows furrowed slightly, Angela's ruins, the spatial rift that Angela and Azeroth twisted thousands of years ago is located in this area, and there is a huge secret in this area, a secret that only the surviving Shiloma and Vandal Deer Helmet know.

"Marris, assemble a bunch of the most elite Night Elf warriors, I think we've got something to do. ”

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The Ancient Crystal gave Osrian an an invulnerable body, and imprisoned him forever in what is now known as Angela's Ruins, leaving him to sit on his throne and remember the glory of a thousand years ago.

Today, however, he was awakened by the sound of a slight footstep, and the platform where the throne was located seemed to have a new visitor.

"Come out, I feel you. ”

Osrian turned his majestic eagle-shaped visor and cast his gaze on a massive obsidian pillar behind which Scott was hiding.

"There are such huge creatures. ”

Scott was peeking from behind the obsidian pillar at the massive figure sitting on the throne at the top of the pyramid, he had thought it was just a sculpture, but Osrion's twisting of his head and the words he spoke made Scott finally confirm that it was a living thing.

This also explains why the steps leading to this high platform are so high, because the people who use it have such a large body.

And, on this huge body, Scott felt a palpitation, which was a feeling that he had never even faced the three-headed giant worm of the legendary rank, and apparently intuitively, Scott's subconscious decided that the creature on the throne was more powerful.

"Come out, there's a limit to my patience. ”

There was a hint of impatience in Osirian's words, the thousand years of imprisonment did not slow down his heart, but made him yearn for some change even more.

Looking at the little fleshy man in front of him slowly walking out from behind the obsidian stone pillar, Osirian's heart suddenly surged with a desire to kill, just as a thousand years ago, he trampled countless creatures that were slightly different from the one in front of him into flesh.

Obeying his heart's desire, Osirian rose from his throne, his body much taller than the average Anubisas at level with the obsidian pillars on the entire platform. He took every step, each step kicking up dust like a shock wave, causing the entire platform to tremble under his footsteps.

"What a powerful fortress-like monster!"

Scott's shoulders twitched slightly, his voice trembling, not fear, but excitement.

As the master of the Battle Fortress, he himself is the embodiment of the Mithril Fortress, and how can he not feel excited and full of desire to fight when he encounters an opponent who can warn him in his heart and is like another fortress?

"Kill!"

Scott let out a roar of rage for the first time, his eyes flashing with excitement focused on the giant in front of him. Without any hesitation, Scott ran head-on against the wind pressure that Osrian stepped on!