Waldin looked impatiently at Archmage Mordant. At this point they are walking towards a wooded area, where someone will give them a final answer to the terrible crimes against the upper elves. Mordant walked confidently, as if he had made the right decision. But the younger and more ambitious mage did not agree with his decision at all.

"What if we get the murderer's head? You know it: the Darnassus authorities are complicit in them! They spend too much time and make up too many excuses! The Great Druid is—"

"The one who gave us a way to live," Mordant replied calmly as he walked.

"Phew! we can live without him!

The older mage spun around sharply, causing Valdin and the rest of the team to stagger to a halt.

Mordant looked at the other mages—all of whom were younger than him—and finally fixed his gaze on Valding once more.

"Azeroth has changed...... There has never been such a situation since the fall of Tasim-al-Asari. Everything is different. What we've done for thousands of years to sustain our own ways of life no longer works! How many of us are here? How can our members be replenished? How many children do we have for the next generation?"

No one answered, not even Valdin, but not because they didn't know the answer. In fact, quite the opposite: they are too aware of this fact.

"When we have eternal life," the older archmage continued, "these things don't matter. Death is usually a low-probability event caused by carelessness. But now, like our compatriots in Darnassus, we have lost immortality. But unlike them. If we cease to exist. No one will mourn for the upper elves anymore. Unless we can make a change. We must abide by the rules of the High Priestess and the Grand Druids until we are re-accepted by the Night Elf community. ”

"We've fought alongside them—" Valding began.

"We had to do that at the time, and there was nothing to regret. And at every opportunity, we went back to the old ways of indulging in magic - and we didn't do anything else! We didn't learn anything from the fall of Sin-Essari!"

"Those murderers are unforgivable!"

Mordant slammed his staff to the ground. Sparks splattered in all directions, and the dust and blades of grass on the ground were charred black. "No one will forgive them! If the killers are caught, they will be handed over to us! The laws of Darnassus support our demands! Can you be satisfied for the time being?"

Valding nodded gloomily.

"I will not betray the Grand Druid and his spouse, Walding. They do what they say, and so do I. Our future is at stake. We respect each other. ”

Archmage Mordant turned and walked on. The other upper elves followed. Varding took a step back. However, he quickly returned to following the leader, and no one disputed this. Valdin's strength and skill were enough to keep his position, unless Mordant claimed otherwise. But despite their current differences, the young spellcaster was still the archmage's favorite.

A figure suddenly appeared on the road ahead. They recognized it as one of Mavi Shadowsong's men. "I'm here to show you the way. She glanced toward the group. "You'd better keep up with the rest of the way. ”

Waldin snorted wryly, but Mordant replied politely. "Please lead the way. We are in a hurry to get this done. ”

"It's the same with us. This has dragged on long enough. ”

Some of the upper elves nodded in satisfaction at this. After all, Darnassus understood that these evil crimes must be punished.

They followed the slender woman down the winding path, and soon even Mordant and Valdin could not remember the original direction. However, what really matters is that they get to their destination quickly.

"Where's Mavi?" Mordant asked. "Is she ready to hand over the prisoner to us?"

"When you arrive, justice will be done. This is her promise. ”

Hearing this, even Valdin showed some satisfaction. The upper elves are increasingly eager to reach their destination. And their guide assures that it's already close at hand.

They walked into an open field. And the caretaker continued to stride.

"Isn't that it?" Valding asked impatiently.

Their guide continued on his way, not bothering to glance back at all.

"Impudent little cub. Valding held up a hand at her.

Didn't wait for him to cast a spell. Mordant pressed his arm with his staff. "Wait. Something was wrong...... "Crimson jagged energy lines suddenly rose from the ground. Before any of the upper elves had time to cast their spells, they were all trapped in it. Next, each mage was struck by the energy, and the intense pain caused them to bend down.

"Still so arrogant," someone commented contemptuously. "More than 10,000 years have passed, do you still think that the whole world revolves around you......

Mordant, Valdin, and the other upper elves struggled to look up at the man who had trapped them. Mavi Shadow Song sneered and walked over to the prisoners. "Even if you all put you together, it's easier to deal with than the Great Druid!"

"What does that mean?" Archmage Mordant squeezed words out between his clenched teeth. "Let us go!"

She chuckled softly. "You're such a stupid thing. I've just put an end to what I've done, and now it's time to end this game once and for all. ”

"You!" Valding roared. "You're the killer! I'm right! Darnassus betrayed us!"

"It should be said that Darnassus betrayed me. Mavi glared at him. "I have been faithful for thousands of years! I have defended our holy life! And then, the 'great' Great Druid returned to the High Priestess, married her, and declared that he would rule with her! He said that we do not deserve eternal life again, and worse, he brought you wicked people back to us!"

"Where's the Great Druid?" Mordan asked. "What the hell did you do—"

"Leave him alone!" Valding interrupted. "The murderer is standing right in front of us!" He smiled gloomily. The body began to shine with the brilliance of energy.

"You can choose two ways to die. Their captor said calmly. "One is to be punished for your crimes. That's the case. Your death is less painful. ”

"For an upper-class elf. A little pain is nothing," Valdin said mockingly, the light on him growing stronger. "Let's see how much pain you can bear......"

Despite the shackles of magic around them, Walding clenched his fists and began to cast spells. After gathering so much energy, his body radiated a bright light.

He screamed - or rather, tried to scream. He opened his mouth, but didn't make any sound.

Valdin's spell vanished. There was a dark aura of light hanging over him. The nearby upper elves tried to stay away from him for fear of being caught up in what was about to happen.

Valding continued to let out a silent cry. His skin was burning. The charred fragments peeled off. His eyes turned black and his entire body shrunk. The upper elf was on fire, and he struggled as hard as he could, but he was locked in place by the shackles of energy, still slowly swallowing him up by the magic of the dark halo.

His elegant clothes were reduced to scraps. His skin dissolved to crumbs, followed by the muscles and tendons underneath. It wasn't until it burned out that his life was finally over. Moments later, even his bones were gone.

The black glow faded.

"That's the second way you choose to die. Mavi commented lightly.

The imprisoned casters were dumbfounded. When he came to his senses, Mordant said, "You don't need that. I'm sure we'll be able to come to a consensus with each other—"

She turned away. But before that, he smiled mockingly at Mordant. "Oh, yes. We've come to a consensus that it's up to you to choose how you want to die. Next. We must also agree on the capital crimes you have committed. ”

Mordant looked at her with his mouth stammered, knowing that he was talking to someone who was completely insane...... And this man holds the power of life and death in their hands.

By the time the sound of war sounded, Hadrisha had woken up. She had long been accustomed to sleeping in armor - a sensible survival for any sentry - all the commander needed was a helmet. She grabbed the moonblade and charged at her Nightblade Leopard, riding it around in search of her army.

It was too late for her to see them. Dani had already led them to the other side of the river with the rest of the troops.

Seeing her warriors in battle, Hadrisha felt a sense of emptiness in her heart.

But then she witnessed the Mammoth Man's charge.

Like most, the battle-hardened commander watched in amazement as terror befell his comrades. She watched helplessly as a troll grabbed a broken tree trunk and used it to knock the scattered sentinels away. The other monster, with sadistic pleasure, grabbed the warriors one by one and threw them at the defenders who were still on the other side of the river.

In the midst of this mammoth massacre, Hadrisha sees a more insidious threat. The Horde army moved again behind the trolls, and at the forefront was a group of archers. While the sentinels were in disarray, the archers quickly waded across the open riverbed to the opposite bank. The defenders of that place had been temporarily driven away by a boulder thrown by the mammoths.

The archers didn't go into battle, and for whatever purpose, they should have been deployed on the other side. The enemy must have some other evil purpose, though she couldn't tell what it would be.

Then some of the mammoths began throwing boulders again, this time deliberately aimed at the center of the Alliance's position. Hadrisha had to keep her mount away from the area to avoid being injured by the sharp flying stones. Just as Nightblade Leopard turned, the figure of the High Priestess flashed in her eyes - and she noticed that the boulders were flying right in front of Tyrande.

Hadrisha realizes that the High Priestess is the Horde's target, but there is nothing she can do about it. Seeing that Tyrande had escaped the deadly rockfalls, Hadrisha couldn't help but thank Elune for her protection. Then she realized why the enemy's archers had ventured across the river, but it was too late.

At this moment, the ruler of the Night Elves fell under two arrows. The priestesses and sentinels rushed towards the motionless figure. In Hadrisha's mind, they were just trying in vain. She was angry that she hadn't been able to stop what was happening in front of her. Although, in reality, there is nothing she can do at all.

Her world fell apart. Only the tribe is left as the sole focus. They destroyed the Silver Wing outpost. Killed dozens of brave Night Elves, and now a High Priestess. Hadrisha felt that Azeroth was really beginning to perish, but she immediately vowed to make the tribe pay a heavy price.

The Commander spun his mount and rushed into the chaos of the battlefield. She searched around, trying to somehow avenge the orcs for her people.

And there he was.

Hadrisha first recognized him from Garrosh's posture. He is the supreme master of the battlefield. He wielded the evil weapon above his head, and despite the distance, Hadrisha felt like she could hear the wail of the tomahawk. Beside him were several orcs who looked like guards, one of them with a crooked horn.

The Commander's heart was filled with hatred, and she drove her mount toward the river before she realized what she was up to. Instinctive reaction. She reached out and pulled out the moonblade. An orc stood in front of him, bloodthirsty eagerness in his eyes. In return, Hadrisha threw the moonblade at him, and the weapon with its three-bladed blade flew forward as swift as an arrow, cutting a hole in the orc's broad chest. Before the orc's body could plunge face down into the river, Hadrisha had grabbed the blood-stained moonblade and rushed past him.

Someone on the other side was shouting her name. The Commander was distracted from his obsession and saw that Dani was staring at her with wide eyes. In addition, two horsemen from the Hadrisha outpost also stopped to look at her.

Hadrisha didn't pay much attention to them. All she thought about was Garrosh and the roar of hell. Although a mammoth noticed her, the experienced warrior drove her Nightblade Panther on.

A giant hand grabbed at the commander, but Hadrisha dodged the greedy fingers. She rushed under the behemoth. while dodging its stampede. Ahead, an orc riding a giant wolf saw her speeding towards her and rushed to intercept Hadrisha.

She can't throw a moonblade here. But Hadrisha is good at using it for martial arts. She grabbed the tomahawk that had been slashed at her chest, and then slashed through it with the curved blade of one of the moonblades. The moonblade slice the orc's throat, nearly leaving him in a different place. He fell backwards and whimpered for his life.

But now the other orcs had seen her, and seemed to realize that there was only one reason why she was rushing so close. They gathered around, and the Night Elves vaguely realized that they were going to die here, only a few yards away from her goal.

However, no sooner had the first orc who had come to reinforce arrive than he was attacked by another sentry knight. Hadrisha saw that it was none other than Dani. The young officer fought feverishly, showing that she had understood what the commander wanted to do so recklessly.

Dani wasn't fighting alone, either. Suddenly, several of Hadrisha's survivors approached the orcs, and they were surrounded by some of the Silverwing outpost soldiers, including Sula and the thief. For a time, the enemy was outnumbered. The two orcs quickly fell. Hadrisha led this makeshift commando to continue the advance. Eventually, she saw Garrosh himself. His guards came to meet them. At Hadrisha's side, Dani and the other soldiers fought valiantly, trying to break through a gap.

But Hadrisha knew there was no time. The longer she dragged on, the more likely she would never be to reach the Great Chieftain of the tribe.

A Night Elf fell to the ground dead, a battle axe stuck in his chest. The other had lost his sights in the scuffle, and the mount that had lost its rider was fighting with an orc's wolf. More and more orcs and even minotaurs are swarming from all over the place, and Hadrisha's comrades are forced to gather together.

Garrosh seemed unconcerned about the battle that was close to him, and he continued towards the river. Hadrisha cursed. There were too many enemies between her and the Great Chief. She's lost her chance...... And soon to die.

Lost his life in vain.

The trumpeter sounded the order to continue the attack. The horde army began to cross the river again, and the mammoths gave way to them a passage littered with the broken remains of their victims.

Hadrisha looked at the trumpeter, and then drove the leopard forward. The orc was so focused on the Horde's impending victory that he didn't notice her approach.

The Commander throws the Moon Blade.

The orc turned suddenly, and the whirling moonblade was at his side. The movement caused Hadrisha to miss his head slightly, and though the blade nearly sliced his neck in two—leaving the trumpeter's death in doubt—the moonblade landed on the ground a few paces away instead of flying back.

"Damn it!" The commander jumped off his mount. Ignoring the weapons that landed on the ground, they rushed towards the corpse. She found that the horn was still clinging to the orc's hand. In fact, the grip was too tight: it took all her strength to break her fingers and pull out the horn.

No one saw it. The veteran fighter thanked Elune for giving her this last chance. Then put the horn to your lips and blow it vigorously.

Through the experience of the past. She learned about the sound signals that were commonly used by some tribes. Advance and retreat are most obvious. Hadrisha now blows out the next order as best she can from memory, and prays that most of the enemies who obey the orders will not notice anything wrong in such a blazing battle.

At first it was as if nothing had happened. So Hadrisha blew it again. When she was done, she saw the enemy troops at the forefront, who had almost crossed the river, slowing down. Even the mammoth man hesitated.

The Night Elves blew their horns for the third time with all their might.

The horde's queue begins to retreat. Their faces were full of confusion, a stark contrast to the expressions they had as they charged forward confidently. The confusion intensified, and the retreating enemy quickened their pace.

Hadrisha took a deep breath and gave the order again.

Even the mammoth began to turn and retreat. A minotaur tried to wave their leader back to the front line, but was trampled underfoot. Ignoring its victims, the beast thundered back into the forest where it and the other mammoths had appeared.

"Give it to me!" An orc's voice rumbled.

She turned around and rushed towards her moonblade. During this period, the horn was always clutched. Hadrisha heard the other trumpeters repeating the order to retreat in the distance. They thought of her as the chief trumpeter at Garrosh's side, and they did as they were told. If her opponent succeeds in reclaiming the horn and blowing the order to attack again, her efforts will be in vain.

As she reached for the Moonblade, a tomahawk attempted to cut off her arm. The blade of the axe left a long bloody gash on the back of her hand and wrist, causing Hadrisha to bite her lip. But she picked up the moon blade despite the pain, and turned around in time to block the next attack.

He only had one eye, just like me, and Hadrisha couldn't help but think to herself when she first saw her opponent. The orc was the oldest of his race, just like her. But. Orcs never received eternal life, hence the point of view of time. He was like a baby to her. Even so, judging from the hardships they have endured, they are similar to each other.

"Give me the horn, Night Elf...... I'm not going to let you steal my last glory! That's what I brought all the way from Northrend!"

Without hesitation, the commander slammed the horn to the ground. But it wasn't damaged, so she quickly slashed down with her moonblade.

A sharp pain erupted from her heart. The orc was moving almost as quickly, and he wanted to stop her from destroying the horn. He had succeeded in killing Hadrisha—she knew the wound was fatal—but judging by his look of disgust, the orc knew she was dead.

In the distance, someone was calling out Hadrisha's name. She vaguely realized that Dani and the others—far fewer than the older commanders who had previously followed them—were being forced to retreat. The Commander's own mount fell to the ground, and the brave creature suffered several heavy wounds, inflicted by her opponents or other enemies she had never seen.

Her vision blurred. A cloudy figure walked up to her. Hadrisha tried to raise the Moonblade, but the pain in her chest was too intense. Hadrisha no longer cared about the war, she tried to grasp the pain and throw it aside, but in vain she clutched at her own open wound.

"You're brave and fearless in battle," she heard the old orc mutter. "You are astute and wise in battle. You don't deserve to die a slow and painful death like this, Night Elves. ”

For some reason, she nodded. There is a lot of truth in his words. She had fought valiantly for her people for a long time, and now was the time to rest. As long as the pain is gone, she can sleep peacefully.

The tomahawk slashed deep into her throat, and Hadrisha's courage was finally reaped peacefully. (To be continued......)