patting his drowsy head, Lin Yue sat on the bed, and the continuous dreams made him a little confused. These dreams seemed to be his own experience, vivid, but he clearly knew that he had no idea of the people and things in the dreams before, and he did not know them.

After thinking about it for a long time and not coming to a conclusion, Lin Yue decided to continue sleeping, anyway, it was not dawn yet, maybe he would have another dream later?

Sure enough, as Lin Yue thought, not long after he closed his eyes, he felt that he was very sleepy and fell asleep.

The midday sun scorched the quicksands of Silisus, and the great ancient walls that were lined up beyond the Scarab Wall.

Time flies, no matter how cruel nature is, exposing the huge shell of the Scarab Wall to the scorching sun layer by layer, but the never-ending heat wave seems to be unable to shake it.

A lone Night Elf was standing outside the ancient walls of the undercurrent and contemplating silently, her companions looking at her with admiration and even reverence. On the continent of Ezerath, each race has its own physical traits that make it easy to identify - and the relationships between each race, such as the Night Elves' hatred of trolls, date back a thousand years.

Regardless of their relationship, on that day, all the other races, had only one thing to say about the Night Elves: respect. Shilomar, the powerful priestess, is as determined, ruthless, and indifferent as the sun in the sky. This will has been with her for now, even when Yiqiē seems to have failed, the mission is not yet complete, even if his companions have given up their faith.

From the Guardians, the Caverns of Time, to the Bronze Dragons, the Blood Lords, the Wormholes, and the quicksand fragments and their caretakers, the Ancient Dragons, no one would give up their interests lightly. In order to accomplish this task, these mercenaries have resorted to oppressive rule, a shrewd and opportune iron-fisted policy.

All the qiē was for that object—the Scepter of Quicksand—and now it was in Hiloma's hand. In the last millennium, it has been reorganizing. Yes. Finally it was reassembled, right next to the Wall of Scarabs it had once shattered.

Hiloma tilted her head up slightly, gazing at the sky, and began to remember things that had long since been forgotten: the dragons' wings obscured the sun's light; The Night Elf legions were nearly mercilessly overwhelmed by the swarm of Chira; Hope is getting slimmer and dwindler - in those terrible months. No one seems to have survived. But now, she still stood under this solemn ancient wall, and with the protection of this ancient wall, they had always survived from the nightmarish battle of quicksand.

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The Great Druid Vandal Deer Helm and his son Vastein Deer Helm led the war against the Swarm. They chose to fight in the canyon. In this way, the wings are protected by a constant stream of quicksand. Hiloma, on the other hand, is close to the rear of the front line, using her magic to collect more energy.

The battle in the canyon has been going on for months, and Vandal and Vastein are leading sentinels, jungle guardians, priestesses, and druids in the fight against the sea of worms. Every time the sea of worms is wiped out, there is immediately a denser sea of worms taking their place, endlessly. In the last few days, more and more bugs swarmed in response to the call. Vandal also began to call for reinforcements. Shilomar and her companions gained enough energy as they began to summon the help of the moon god Elune, and the brilliant pillars of light extended out from the end of the canyon in a cylindrical shape, blocking the ground power of the sea of worms.

Suddenly. There was a buzzing sound all over the sky, and flying insects appeared in the sky, one after the other, leaping over the edge of the canyon, reaching the bottom of the canyon, and attacking the rear positions of the druids. Vandal led the front-line ground troops and drove forward across the thick corpses. The sky was filled with the low chirp of the flying insects, and the flying insects spread their claws and swooped down, beginning a fierce attack. Vandal suppressed the sea of worms and waited for the arrival of the reinforcements.

Shilomar looked into the distance on a hill, and the sea of insects on the land swarmed up. Densely packed all over the hill. The colorful wings and claws formed a misshapen colored column, and in the midst of the chatter of insects, a voice seemed to be constantly directing the soldiers in front: "Rajax, Rajax......" However, Shiloma did not know how the Qila Zerg communicated, and she wondered if that was the name of the creatures.

When another wave of worms approaches. A huge horn sounded from east to west, and a large legion of Night Elves appeared in the wilderness. With a terrifying roar, Vandal and Vastein led the Night Legion to the heart of the Worm Sea, and the Night reinforcements who arrived on both wings also began to attack the Worm Sea on both sides.

Shilomar felt victory in her hands, but the shadows of the night began to stretch, and the day turned into night. The battle continues. In the middle of the battlefield, the Vandal father and son army fought desperately against the sea of worms. Hiloma barely dodged the insects' attack and looked at General Vandal and his son in the fierce battle. The sea of worms was getting smaller and smaller, and the general seemed to be aware of this, and he jumped up the hill with all his might, only to find that the bugs were rapidly fading.

When night comes, the Night Elves begin to rest. Vandal knew that the threat of his Anji bugs would not go away, and he was looking forward to the next day's dawn battle. Shilomar hadn't slept well all night, and the noise of the battle seemed to linger in her ears, though it was surprisingly quiet.

In the morning, the Night Elf forces began to assemble, ready to advance into the distant hills, but there was an unsettling silence around them. Shilomar scanned the horizon and didn't see a single bug. When Vandal was about to give the order to advance, a new bad news came: Nanfeng Village was in danger!

Vandal felt that there must be an article here, and if a large army went to rescue Nanfeng Village, then the front line would be wide open, and it would be difficult to resist the impact of the remaining insects. No one can be sure how many bugs are still alive, even yesterday, they repelled this new race.

Vastein - Vandal's son, at this time his father stayed at the front with a large army to contain the bugs ahead, and he was willing to lead an advance team to the village of Nanfeng to find out the situation and rescue it. Shilomar, who was nearby, heard the last part of the father-son conversation.

The Great Druid said, "It's a ruse."

"Of course, we can try our luck," said Vastein, "and I will defend the village, win the victory, and fight for your honor!"

"It's more important to come back safely than a qiē," the Grand Druid reluctantly waved his hand, "Go ahead." ”

Wastein quickly gathered a group and left for the village of Southwind. Shilomar felt uneasy in her heart, the army was divided into two forces, but she also understood the importance of this operation. (To be continued.) )