On the one hand, I wonder how they survived in this environment and how they could create such a civilization, and on the other hand, why did they decline, what caused their decline, and finally what kind of secrets are buried under this vast yellow sand?

I would like to see something new than a treasure, and of course treasure is good!

When I finally saw the walls and the majestic city from afar, I really couldn't tell the story in front of me to be made by bugs! Ha! How is this possible? Bugger...... I have the impression that insects are creatures with wings or hard shells, and it is a miracle that these lower creatures who can only distinguish their surroundings by smell and pheromones can dig a hole in the ground and build a nest, and now they are the ones who built the city in front of them!

Although I have seen the worms before, how can those reckless things and ugly appearances, the appearance of no civilization at all, and the act of digging holes and nests be the race that created civilization?

Later, Vandal introduced me to the empire, the history of the empire that he hated so much.

He said that the elves noticed the actions of the insects here a thousand years ago, but the insects actually existed in this world ten thousand years ago, but at that time, the elves of this chaotic world were only one of the advanced civilizations, but they were not the most powerful civilizations, and there were trolls and these strange insects at that time.

Although the elves didn't really want to have too much contact with the clutter they saw as a clutter, and they despised these things, the elves didn't participate in their fights with each other. And when the heavens and the earth were torn apart, the whole world changed, and the things that had been in their vision and history at that time were gone.

The earth cracked and the sky collapsed caused the elves to actually suffer a lot of damage, and the remaining 10,000 years were actually to make up for the impact and damage they received, and after the earth was torn apart, the racial creatures they could know in the land where the elves lived were in addition to the fish people, that is, the minotaurs, the wild boar people, the centaurs, and the trolls who could not have intersected at all, and the mysterious Torville stone cat people. As for the Zerg race, they have long forgotten about it.

Until one day a thousand years ago, Vandal stumbled further south, this desert, after inspecting the land of centaurs.

The desert was so strange to him, so strange that he couldn't remember where it was when he thought back to all the books he had read. He didn't find any trace of the trolls, he didn't find the Thorns, he didn't find any signs of civilization, this barren land was beyond his imagination, in his impression the desolate land and the barren land was already a forbidden area for life, although it was not to the point of hopelessness, but it was already an existence that made their druids only shake their heads, but this place appeared in a place that was more barren than the barren land, more desolate than the desolate land.

He thought it was incredible, and he suspected that it was a joke by the Creator, a place forgotten by the gods.

He returned to Teldashir and told his people about his discovery, and he was still in high spirits, and although he had lived long enough, he still had a deep desire to do something to help restore the world to its most vibrant state. Some were protecting Ashenvale, some were protecting Winterspring Valley, some were trying to transform the Barrenlands, and as a Great Druid, he had to do something with a large number of Druid apprentices, but it was from then that he made the worst decision of his life.

He arrived with his son and his apprentices, and they continued to search, looking for water for the oasis, even the slightest sign of life, until they gave up the search and began to summon the wind, rain, thunder and lightning in the sky, trying to use magic to moisten and rejuvenate the parched land.

Suddenly, one day his companions came running to tell him that there was something new, that there was something buried in this dead place, some secrets, because they had discovered a complex of buildings that had almost been submerged in yellow sand, and that the huge stone monument that rose to the sky showed the grandeur of the buildings buried below.

Vandal was delighted, he thought he was right, and he would be able to fulfill his wish to turn this dead land of sand into a paradise for marine life in the forest. But when he came here, he felt something strange, especially after entering the buildings that were buried underground, and he saw bugs, full of bugs, dense bugs.

He remembered the worm when he saw these disgusting things, but he didn't expect to see them here. They immediately retreated, and they tried not to disturb and affect the bugs. But their arrival still opened a magic box, one that Vandal regretted to this day.

The bugs are out!

Looking at the insects gushing out of the ground, they couldn't do anything, the insects of all sizes were like wolf smoke, like black water, breaking through the barriers of those buildings and flying into the air and burrowing under the yellow sand.

The frightened crowd wanted to set up an observatory and a post, but the bugs didn't care about that, they just destroyed their outpost, driving away all the fast runners, and tearing the unfast ones to pieces.

The driven Vandal immediately rushed back to Teldashir, who agreed to his idea and was willing to send troops to help them, but despite Vandal's repeated emphasis on the seriousness of the matter, it did not attract the attention of Tyrande and other high-level officials, and finally he had no choice but to return to the sea of sand with an army that was not sufficient enough.

Things were always very different from what they had imagined, and their progress turned out to be smooth, and the Zerg were crushed by their attacking snipers. This made Vandal feel angry and funny. But victory has an anesthetic effect, and for him, who has not fought much in 10,000 years, he has also been carried away by successive victories.

Vandall's son made the same mistake as his father. Vastein was an auxiliary attack as Vandal's flank, but the battles in front were too smooth, so he got carried away from Vandal's main force and was led away by the bugmen, and the suddenly killed bugmen stopped Vandal's team and directly crushed Vastein's flank army in the fastest and most ferocious way. The captured Wastein was devastated by the insects, and in the face of Vandal's defeated army, he tore off his son Wastein's hands, feet, and arms.

Vandal almost collapsed after seeing this scene, and the Zerg did not intend to let them go, so he besieged Vandal's army and slowly annihilated them, killing them little by little. If Vandal hadn't been a veteran druid, he would have died in this battle, but at the urging of many generals, he turned into a crow and flew away. His companions let him live, live and one day avenge them. Vandal survived.

The news of Vandall's annihilation also severely damaged the morale of the other troops, and from then on they fought here like hoeing well in front of the hoe, and suddenly hit a stone. The increasingly unsuccessful battle made Van Dahl more and more frenzied, and Tedashir's attitude made him feel very unhappy. In the case of Tedasil sending troops to help in the battle one after another, but with little success, a miracle appeared, and the dragon came!

It's a real dragon! And it's a yellow dragon.

Vandal said that he didn't expect dragons to come, and even a great druid like him who often came and went in the Emerald Dream Realm didn't see dragons every day and anytime. At this time, the appearance of the dragon made him overjoyed. But surprise was followed by disappointment, and the yellow dragon was no match for the bugs.

He couldn't imagine how those overwhelming bugs were created, they couldn't kill them at all. The defeat of the yellow dragon caused the elven army to drop from its initial high to freezing point. But fortunately, within a few days, blue dragons, red dragons, and green dragons appeared in the sky!

Flames and frost were the most effective options, and the insects were immediately suppressed by the combined attack of the four-colored dragons, and Vandal said that he had taken to the sky as a giant eagle to see with his own eyes how the insects were reduced to ashes.

The only thought in his mind was revenge, and the underground elven army attacked with all its strength with the cooperation of the dragon, but when he suddenly found that his compatriots were actually seriously injured, he suddenly came to his senses. At this time, these wounded and dead compatriots were not fighting for Teldashir, not for the elves, not for a peaceful future, but for him. For his hatred is shedding blood and dying.

Especially in the end, when they forced the insects back into the building that was once buried in the yellow sand, but now dug up by the insects, their sacrifice became more and more great. Vandal finally found the dragon, and he spoke his mind. Since they can't be destroyed, let's seal them up!

The dragon agreed to his proposal, and not only were the elves killed and wounded in the battle, but the dragon also suffered a lot of casualties. So Vandal and the four-colored guardian dragon magically sealed the bug and the ruin. All the druids, all the dragons cast spells together, and high walls rose from the ground, and the huge stone tablets of the seals also drilled out of the ground like nails, and the seals were firmly fixed to the land.

The magic barrier merges between the stone monuments, and the insects that are isolated from it are destroyed as long as they can't run fast, and the insects that are isolated inside are reduced to ashes when they try to break through the barrier. The high walls enclose the ruins and everything inside.

Vandal was stunned in his heart, has this revenge been avenged? He didn't want to admit it, but he couldn't and didn't want to keep thinking about it. Looking at those disabled soldiers, he was already very tormented in his heart. There is nothing more upsetting and frustrating than doing something bad with good intentions.

The dragon gave Vandal a scepter, and outside the forbidden ruins there was a building, which they told him could be awakened by magic if necessary, and that a beetle gong would appear on it. And this scepter is the key to summon the gong and break the seal.

Vandal looked at the scepter that the dragon handed him a little in surprise, and he said that he didn't quite understand why the dragon was doing this, and he didn't know what the meaning of doing it was. But the dragon said that nothing in this world is eternal, and today it is only these insects that can be sealed, but what cannot be sealed is darkness.

At the time he didn't understand the meaning of the words, but now he understands. Now they don't have to face bugs, but the darkness inside the walls!

I asked Vandal if the tribe knew about these things, and he said that he knew now, but it was unknown to what extent the tribe could attach importance to them, but for now it seems that they can cooperate. Now that the army is almost in the city, the evil and resistance that will be faced in the future will be even greater. A thousand years have passed since the Battle of Quicksand, and his son has been dead for a thousand years. The only thing that does not change is the yellow sand.