The history of the Night Elves is much older than that of humans, and the humans they have seen have not necessarily seen them, and most of the things that appear in their history do not appear in human history, whether it is stories or legends.

They both screamed when the soldiers told us that the monster had three heads, and to surprise them so much, I guess it wasn't a simple monster, and it wasn't a joke at all, and it wasn't an exaggeration at all. At this time, I was in no mood to wonder if that monster was really that powerful, I just wanted to know what it was.

In the history and legend of the Night Elves, this three-headed monster has appeared, but this thing is not a representative of auspiciousness, let alone a mascot of wealth, this thing is the embodiment of pure evil. But the legend is so old that only the veteran druids and priests know about its existence.

The legendary thing actually existed before the elves appeared, and the legend says that the three heads of this thing can breathe fire, frost, and venom respectively. They generally live in the abyss, and only under very special circumstances can people see their faces, and as for what their bodies look like, they can only be recorded in the legends of those words that do not know whether they are true or false.

Before the world collapsed, the Night Elves shared the same land under the sky as the Trolls, and the Night Elves called this kind of multi-headed monster the Hydra, and they definitely did not sacrifice such monsters, but as trolls who had the spirit of Loa in all things, it also became the object of their worship.

The Night Elves were a little reluctant to do so, but they were so far away from the tribe of trolls who worshiped the hydra. But what the two of them never expected was that this thing would appear here.

Purple Beard's reaction was at first that he thought that this oasis would have such an abyss, and he also said that there should be secrets in the cave that they had not discovered. But I looked at Nalarex's slightly embarrassed and fleeting expression and concluded that he must know what was going on.

I wasn't going to save face for him or make him think otherwise, so I directly refuted Purple Beard's claim, Purple Beard glanced at me and stared at Nalarex to ask him if that was the case, and he just hesitated for a moment and then stopped. I was dragged to the ground, and Purple Beard shook him off with a flick of his arm as Nararex looked at him in amazement.

Nararex looked at Purple Beard with some embarrassment and nodded slightly, saying that he knew that it had indeed appeared in his dreams, but he wasn't sure if the thing in front of him really had anything to do with his dreams. Purplebeard was furious when he heard this, and I watched his exploding beard tell him the truth, and there was indeed a loud roar in the oasis when they cast spells to try to heal Nararex, and it was supposed that it didn't run. As for whether it came from Nalarex's dream, leave it to Purple Beard to guess for himself.

The Horde withdrew, and we did not hesitate to move with them, and while the final retreat to the crossroads with the Horde was much to the displeasure of some elves, the reality was that it had to be done. For every soldier's loved ones, or for a true commander-in-chief, casualties are not just a number.

I can't guess how Teldashir's side will feel if they get another report, and if they do, it's already the third time, and the two druids are undoubtedly discrediting their faces by not doing their jobs. But it's not that the two of them don't want to do it the way they do, it's beyond their power to have such a situation.

After withdrawing from the Oasis, the Confederate forces were stationed outside the crossroads for only two days, and after a little trimming, they escorted all the wounded back to Ashenvale, while those of us stayed where we were and waited for further instructions. It was proposed to remain vigilant around the oasis so that the tribe would not be embarrassed to think they were incompetent even if they did not attack, but the appearance of the centaurs caused the person who proposed the idea to retract their proposal.

The long wait was a great source of frustration for the once proud elves, and I could feel their low mood at this time, and as time went on, the negativity and irritability began to spread more and more widely among the soldiers.

The Alliance side was half-dead, but the Horde side did not stop at all, and they sent troops, and even the High Priest and his assistants, who were clearly prepared to solve the problem before the Alliance arrived.

Nalarex's expression was a little complicated, it was obvious that he still had something to explain, but we weren't in a hurry, and I guessed what he hadn't explained the matter that had been done the afternoon of the Horde's attack.

The Horde was defeated fiascoly.

It's not that we don't want to support the tribe's attack, but our number is at most a shout and cheer, and the tribe's team of hundreds of people rushed in and escaped not long after, not to mention the hydra, the fishman alone completely resisted the attack of these hundreds of brave warriors, and even the tribe's shaman almost died in the fire.

Although the alliance secretly gloated, we all knew that this matter was no longer pulled down after laughing, it was no longer as simple as imagined.

I didn't induce the two druids to continue interrogating him, but I knew he still had a lot to tell us. Under our watchful eye, Nalarex confessed what he hadn't explained, but he didn't want to continue. I can understand his thoughts, he is right not to say it. The more he talked, the more he might not be able to save his life. I looked at the two druids, and although their eyes and expressions did not reveal the sinister and cunning of small people, their resolute faces still made me feel a hint of danger.

Nalarex glanced at me, not in embarrassment, but in helplessness. I tried to ask about their relationship, and came to the conclusion that once the Alliance sent an army or someone with enough power to get here, Nalarex's life might be confessed, and their relationship was not strong enough for the two of them to hide it for him. But now that the situation is a foregone conclusion, the trial of Nararex is a foregone conclusion.

The Horde's contingent of thousands of people is far beyond the scale of the response to an ordinary event. It seems that the tribe must take this thing if they can do this, but only they know why they did it. The letter said that reinforcements would arrive soon, but the battle was already over on the tribe's side, and the alliance had not been able to see anyone coming.

And on the day the horde army killed the fishmen, Nalarex mysteriously disappeared.

I wasn't the one in charge of guarding him, we weren't far from the tribal army at the time, and although we still couldn't help much, we had to be on the side to supervise the battle, and when we needed to report the situation, we would say everything and report as much as we could. And the tribe didn't forbid us to watch the battle, so I almost saw the whole battle.

The fish-man didn't have a high IQ, and it was lured out of the lake by a small team, and then six or seven shamans trapped the fish-man in the middle of the circle they had set up. This must have been their elaborate design, and the fish-man suddenly fell to the ground after stepping into the circle. I can't see what they've done, but it's very difficult for the fish-people to get up all the way after they fall.

The tribal soldiers did not charge, but waited for the shamans to continue casting, and this time I was very curious, each shaman had several assistants around him, those who were dressed in strange strips of colorful cloth were armed with sledgehammers, and some were holding stakes the thickness of their arms.

The guy with the sledgehammer picked up the sledgehammer and nailed the stake to the ground. When the shaman casts the spell, the stakes will start glowing or burning. In the end, what trapped the fish-man was the current connected to each other by the wooden stakes, forming a huge power grid that made the fish-man unable to move at all.

The fish-man was also unusually tenacious, it held out for a very long time, and there were countless small fish-people who emerged from the water after it was trapped, and the tribal soldiers were always responsible for cleaning up the fish-men and velociraptors that came out of nowhere. The slimy-like monster that reappeared was brought under control for a short time after it appeared, ensuring that the shamans' spells were not interrupted.

And the final spell used to completely defeat this Devourer is a fire that descends from the sky. The sky-high flames even ignited the surrounding trees, and the shamans managed to survive the flames to the end with the help of their assistants.

Magic is no easier to combat than hand-to-hand combat, and spells on the Horde's side are very different from those cast by Alliance mages. Although a group of people helped, it was enough to get the desired result.

And when I went back to look for a few of them after watching their fight, I realized that they were also looking for Nalarex, and this guy didn't know when he disappeared. Perhaps the word fleeing is more appropriate, but it is not too much to do anything in the face of survival.

One was killed and the other remained, but the hydra hadn't been seen in the lake since the fish-man was killed. It wasn't until the Allies arrived that they made some bait on the lake in an attempt to lure it out, but in the end they all used gunpowder bombs and never saw the monster again.

Of course, the research was to continue, but the tribe side carried the fruits of victory away, and all the alliance could see was a few burnt scales. The disappearance of Nalarex was like the sky had fallen, and I was not spared several rounds of investigation.

This is how the matter ended, and there is no point in the fact that they later turned the cave upside down, and it is said that it turned it over several times. The missing Nalarex took some secrets with him, and the reason for his escape was obvious, perhaps he didn't expect the monster to be so powerful and finally cause such a big problem, and these secrets may only be revealed until the day he is found. However, there should be a lot of trouble before he is found, this guy has now been characterized as extremely dangerous, and I am afraid that his escape is destined to be never peaceful.