Tyrande?Winds knew that the world could never recover. The mighty black dragon Deathwing has forever changed the face of Azeroth, and in some ways it's even more terrifying than the collapse of the world, when the only continent of the world was savagely torn apart. The High Priestess had witnessed that astonishing event some 10,000 years ago, but never imagined that she would experience such a terrible catastrophe again.

For those who don't know her race, the Night Elves, Tyrande's long, night-blue hair that falls over her shoulders looks like she's no more than twenty. However, her shining silver eyes are full of wisdom brought by thousands of years of experience. There were faint wrinkles next to these beautiful eyes, but they were more due to the sorrow and troubles of 10,000 years than the result of age.

Tyrande strolls through the lush gardens of the Temple. This central part of Darnassus, though geographically it should be west-centered, is made up of several small islands of various sizes, overgrown with the most beautiful exotic flora. The light of the full moon fell on the garden, like a divine grace specially descended on her. But for Tyrande himself, or for others who happened to meet a high priestess, there was nothing wrong with it. After all, to those who have seen the majesty of the High Priestesses, this is just a familiar sight.

She had hoped to be able to think better and find answers to the burden on her shoulders. As a High Priestess, Tyrande usually meditates in the temple to the south, seeking guidance and serenity from the goddess Elune, also known as the Madonna of the Moon. However, even the Sisterhood of Elune's eternal moonlit sanctuary — which some call the Heart of Elune — doesn't work now. So, she hoped that this quiet garden would be a substitute for the temple.

However, even though being in a garden could bask in the spiritual radiance of the Moon Mother better than in a temple, the High Priestess could not be stilled tonight. Tyrande couldn't help but worry about the upcoming summit. The moment of the meeting was fast approaching, and she and Grand Druid Malfurion Fury, who were both partners and co-rulers, had begun to wonder if the summit was worthless.

The Coalition is confronting a regrouping tribe. Thrall, who seemed to be torn between them, may be willing to keep the peace for the good of both parties, but he is no longer the leader of the tribe. The new Grand Chieftain Garrosh was even more ambitious, coveting the vast forests of the Ash Valley, but not wanting to live in harmony with them, but for the warriors to cut them down.

Although the Grand Druid should be more concerned with the wild world of Azeroth than with politics, Malfario did everything he could to keep the Alliance together. But both Tyrande and Malfurion knew that the future of the alliance would not and must not depend on him. Instead, it should be handed over to someone who is more focused on that goal. This is one of the purposes of Tyrande and Malfurion's purpose in promoting this summit, to find out if someone can step up and lead everyone forward in this new world.

Obviously, this rally would be meaningless unless all members of the coalition were present. However, some important people have not yet expressed their intention to participate. If they don't attend the summit, there will be no real consensus.

Tyrande passed some of the priestesses as she walked, and they all bowed down to salute her. All the priestesses wore silver-white sleeveless robes, indistinguishable from her attire. Tyrande did not wear any ornaments, nor did he need them to identify herself as a high priestess. Everybody knows her. She smiled and nodded in return, but remained preoccupied with her own gloomy contemplation. In fact, she forgot about the people she met in the blink of an eye.

Her thoughts were filled with the Destroyer's Deathwing and the filth of what he had done, almost overwhelming herself. When she thought of the horrific consequences of Deathwing's horrific actions, she couldn't help but feel her heart beat faster and her blood fluttered. This summit has to be beneficial, and Tyrande is anxious that this is the only chance to prevent our world from falling apart. If nothing is done, there is no hope of the next rally. When the time comes, no one will be able to do so......

But they have yet to hear back from three important members of the Alliance, including Stormwind...... If Stormwind doesn't come to the meeting-

Beside her, Elune's light suddenly became dazzling.

The temple garden is gone.

Tyrande?Yufeng stumbled under her feet, she steadied herself, and her eyes widened. A new sight came into view, and this was not at all anywhere in the Night Elf capital of Darnassus. At this moment, she was standing in a distant place apparently located on the continent of Kalimdor. In the blink of an eye, Tyrande was teleported hundreds of miles away.

What was even more shocking was that she was clearly on the battlefield. Tyrande was familiar with the stench of the aftermath of mass killing, and the black bumps that were everywhere, corpses of all sizes and shapes—mutilated corpses.

The native wilderness has clearly been destroyed by the previous war—only a few broken tree trunks indicate that it was once a forest. The priestess struggled to compose herself, and she soon found herself impressed by the place. But he couldn't tell if it was from his own memories or Elune's magic.

She was in the midst of Azeroth's first fiery confrontation with the Burning Legion...... The Battle of the Ancients 10,000 years ago. At the end of that war, the world fell apart, and Sin-Isari, the capital of the Night Elves, sank beneath the waters of the Well of Eternity, the source of her people's power. The Burning Legion wants to destroy all living beings in Azeroth, and they are just a stone's throw away from this heinous goal. Ironically, they were assisted by the Night Elves' own queen.

The demon warriors swarmed forward, led by the ferocious Hellfire. These massive construct creatures are followed by demon guards, burly warriors clad in sturdy cloaks, and demon dogs, terrifying monsters with fangs and claws. And their huge number is mixed with other demons. This evil army swept across the land, but it was completely different from the history of the Night Elves' memory. Everywhere the demons went, everything was burned up by the green flames surrounding the demons.

Tyrande searched for the resisters in her memories who should have been here, her people, and the many strange allies who had rallied together to stop the demon from destroying Miè Azeroth. But nowhere could they be found. No one can stop this army of ruin. This land, this world, has come to an end......

However, at this moment, a roar of anger shook the earth. The High Priestess felt that she had hope again. Tyrande felt like he knew the voice because it moved his soul.

The demons shuddered, even if only for a moment. They let out a loud roar of rage, and then continued to rush forward.

A huge shadow shot out from the horizon opposite. Tyrande then looked at the figure's owner.

The wolf demigod was huge and majestic, and his body was pure white, almost as if he was about to emit light, and he stood in front of the formation as if he stood out from the crowd. The beast howled again, and this time, a myriad of other roars echoed behind him.

"Godring......" Tyrande said softly.

Since the day it was reshaped by the mysterious Titans, Azeroth has been guarded by creatures with a supernatural connection to the world. The dragons were blessed by the Titans, and Azeroth itself gave birth to spirits and demigods, who were inherently immortal but not immortal. But before the War of the Ancients, these defenders had never faced such a threat as the Burning Legion. Countless dragons were killed, and many spirits and demigods fell in the final battle.

Godring is one of them.

However, the bloody scene in front of her eyes is not the real history. Tyrande finally realized that, despite her nature, she was worried not only about her own world, but also about the giant wolf who wanted to defend it again. Elune chose this crucial scene to shed some light on her, but the High Priestess had no idea. Did she want to watch Godlin die again?

Several demons approached the wolf, and he howled defiantly at them. But just as the attackers rushed towards him, another roar rang out, and a large group of mortal wolves jumped out of the clearing behind Godring. The wolves swept in like a tidal wave, and the hunters with their shiny fur had already chosen their targets. Although they are not as tall as most demons, they charge at their enemies with ferocity and determination.

The two armies clammed into each other. Armed with swords, axes, fangs and claws, the demons are more proficient in their wielding. At first glance, the wolves may appear to be nothing more than minions, but their agility and speed are unmatched. They rush left and right in the midst of their enemies, and pounce on them to bite and scratch at every gap.

Godring was at the front of the line. The giant wolf latched on to a demon guard in his mouth and bit down violently, sending green flames erupting and stumps falling in a flutter. At the same time, Godring's claws tore another foe to shreds.

As soon as a demon swung an axe and cut a wolf in two, he was thrown to the ground by two wolves. They tore off the demon's arm and bit open his throat. However, more demons rushed forward and completely overwhelmed the two wolves.

Tyrande tried to join the fray, but couldn't move. She could only watch as more wolves died, and although they seemed to have eliminated more enemies, this did not ease her worries and regrets about the wolves.

More and more demons noticed Godring, apparently realizing that it was he who commanded the wolves. The demons tried to chop off his legs and feet, drag him to the ground and slit his throat. However, Godlin swung his claws at the nearby demons, slamming them out and crashing into his own companions. The wolf's bloody jaw bited the demons one by one. Some demons were bitten and crushed by him like the first; Others were thrown out and flew sideways. Godring galloped through the ranks of the Burning Legion, his frenzied wolves at his side.

The corpses of wolves and the remains of demons have spread across the battlefield, and the numbers on both sides seem to have not diminished in the slightest. Another wolf chopped into shreds, and more demons slew at Godring. However, the giant wolf was not afraid at all, and continued to bite the enemy one by one, and the corpse of the demon was three or four stories high in many places.

Why do you show me this, O Madonna of the Moon?!? The High Priestess tried to rush to Godring's aid, but could do nothing but watch. Either allow me to join the fight, or tell me about the purpose of this endless killing!

However, the battle continues, and the truth is not revealed. To make matters worse, events suddenly turned against Godring.

It is difficult for a giant wolf to resist all enemies at once. Godring was repeatedly struck by demons, and more and more wounds finally began to take effect on the ancient demigod.

A Hell Guardian climbs on the back of the white wolf. The ferocious warrior's eyes shone with a keen green light, and he raised his weapon and stabbed it into the middle of the white wolf's back.

"No!" Tyrande screamed, realizing what was going to happen next. She knew the horror of the event, but she never knew the details.

Godlin let out a cry of pain and fell to his knees on all fours. And more demons rushed towards him.

Suddenly, a dark brown wolf leaped from the melee to the right of the ancient demigod. Even though it should have been beyond the limits of its capabilities, the wolf cub not only jumped on Godring's back, but also pounced on the demon that had struck him hard.

As the wolf approached, the Demon Guardian turned around and slashed at the new opponent with an axe. However, the sturdy wolf swooped down from under his axe, tearing open the demon guard's legs and knocking down the tall foe.

The demon fell on Godring's back, and the weapon flew to the side. The Demon Guardian tried to stand up, but the wolf had already pounced on him.

The wolf tore open the demon's throat with a ferocious bite.

The demon's corpse slid to the ground, and the wolf let out a roar. It glanced down, then jumped off. The leap was not aimless, it pounced on another demon attacking Godling, tearing his chest open.

Led by this wolf cub, the rest of the pack began to bite the demons who wanted to destroy Godring. The Burning Legion was eventually forced to abandon its attack on the wolf demigods, and even began to retreat.

But it was too late for Godring. The ancient demigod struggled to his feet, still holding a demon in his mouth. He bit at the armor and sinews of his enemies, spitting out the stumps and stumps. But those wounds flare up again. The ancient demigod fell with a bang, crushing several enemies and then remaining motionless.

As happened 10,000 years ago, Godring died again. (To be continued.) )