The traditional sphere of influence of the night elves - Ash Valley, the terrain is an irregular lower-chine moon shape. Three intersections from south to north, connecting the Black Coast, the Ferwood Forest, and Ashshara. The road next to the Falling Star Lake in the west of Ash Valley, directly leading to the barren land. The turbulent river of Rage originates from the easternmost Winter Spring Valley of Karimdo, which divides Ash Valley and Ashshara into two pieces, across the river.

The dense woods covering the Ashes Valley are called Night Song Forest by the night elves. On this land, the peaceful night is eternal.

The Fallon River passes through the northeast of the Nightclub Forest and flows obliquely to the Stone Claw Mountains southwest of the Ashes Valley. The two pieces of land are blocked by towering winds and cliffs. You must turn a big bend from the barren land to reach the Stone Claw Mountains.

The final destination of the Burning Legion - Saint Mountain Haigar, is located in the central area of ​​Ashes Valley, Ferwood Forest, and the Winter Spring Valley. But the cliffs that are enough to extinct and difficult to climb allow travelers to pass through these three areas in order, and finally in the Western maze-like codeword canyon in the Winter Spring Valley, with the good luck of heaven, you can discover a dark passage leading to Saint Mountain Haigar.

Since the vanguard of the Burning Legion landed from the Azshara area, the demons quickly crossed the Rage River and launched a fierce attack on the Ashes Valley area.

The moon goddess priest of the Night Elf clan, Tyrande, led the team of the Night Elf in these days, desperately resisting their attacks. The two sides launched a fierce tug-of-war on the banks of the Rage River. In the end, the Burning Legion's combat power was better and he attacked the Ashes Valley.

In the Night Song Forest, Tyrande was wearing a silver hooded robe and riding a white tiger. He stood on a large rock covered with potholes on the surface of dark brown moss, his eyes staring straight into the sky through the cracks of lush branches and leaves. Under the full moon, an eagle was flying proudly in the air, but in the blink of an eye, a demon with the same wings descended above the eagle. The sickle in his hand slashed casually, and a mist of blood mixed with feathers exploded in the air.

"These damn demons."

Tyrande's silver pupils shrank into a needle-sharp shape, and the longbow had been pulled into a full moon arrow and firmly faced the demon in the air, then loosened his right hand.

The rapid sound of bowstrings sounded!

The next second, a silver arrow like bright moonlight cut through the sky and took the demon's chest!

The Doomsday Guard, who had previously shown his might, looked at the big hole suddenly appearing in his chest in shock, and then fell straight to the ground like a stone, crushed to pieces, turning into a pool of meat paste...

It was not until the demon's figure disappeared from his own vision that Tyrande took back the longbow. Her eyebrows were a little tired, and the crisis of the Burning Legion's re-invasion had been bothering her. Thousands of years ago they had already tried it arrogantly once, and the Moon God blessed, and the evil finally failed. But now these fierce and bloody demons have come back again. The night elves are weak and I don't know how long they can block them.

Fortunately, the Kalimdo coalition was established again and even no less than ten thousand years ago!

This added a little bit of confidence to the charming high priest, at least the night elves are not fighting alone!

Tyrande turned around and looked at the huntress behind him, riding the Night Blade Leopard, seriously listing the weapons in his hands reflected the cold light of the moon. On the surrounding treetops, some archers were paying attention to the surroundings with vigor. Their violet skin blended into the night light well. If they did not appear on the initiative, perhaps you could not find a night elf hidden there even if you walked past them.

The night elves are good at fighting at night, and the night sentry, composed of night elves hunters who believe in the moon god Eluen, is even more the favorite of the moon god Eluen. As long as there is a faint light under the night sky, they can see a faraway place.

"If it were me alone, I would definitely not be able to defeat the demon. Fortunately, I still have countless sisters, but it is not enough..." Tyrande thought to himself, and she gently pinched the white tiger with her legs. The white tiger roared lowly and ran towards the depths of the dense forest.

Everything in Ashes Valley is so beautiful, comfortable, peaceful, and peaceful, riding on the horned eagle beasts and looking down. The lush towering ancient trees gather into a forest, shaking branches and leaves gently in the moonlight. When the night wind passes, they will make pleasant sounds.

But far away, thousands of Burning Legion demons stayed there, brutally destroying the forest and trampling on the verdant vegetation on the ground.

The fire licked the sky from time to time, adding a touch of redness to the deep night. From a distance, the flames with uncertain light and darkness were more like the grim smile of a demon.

The night elves were like ghosts in the night, traveling through the forest, constantly strangling the lonely demons. They did not allow their land to be defiled by these demons, but the number of Burning Legion increased. They were surprised to find that some undead creatures also appeared, mixed in the demons' team to attack them.

At the southwest end of the Ashes Valley, the war reports of demons invasion have been heard from the Warstone Canyon where the orcs are stationed. The battle situation at the other end of the Warstone Canyon is also in full swing. The demons have sufficient troops to bloom more and invade in large numbers. Even if the vanguard of the Burning Legion is only the vanguard of the coalition soldiers stationed in Ashes Valley are worried.........

At this moment, Tyrande was leading a sentry unit of thousands of people to another camp on the front line. The dark night sentries kept urging the Night Blade Leopard under his crotch to separate the grass waves and bypass the trees in order to get there as soon as possible.

But the tumbling hills slowed down slightly, and then walked forward and climbed over a hill again, but only blood red was seen in front of her.

The hunters and archers behind him rushed to Tyrande one by one, and they looked down in pain. Most of the camps under the hills were engulfed by fire, and thick smoke continued to slowly emerge from the cracked land. Under the dim firelight, the tribe members who were alive the day before now have now become fragmented corpses, scattered in all directions. The broken weapon reflected a bit of cold metal reflections, and there were demonic green blood left on it, stinging the eyes of all the elves.^//^ Let's go down and see clearly the pain left by the demons, and we will definitely repay them in the future." Tyrande gritted his silver teeth so that he would not show any weakness. He held the longbow in his hand tightly, and the priestess drove the white tiger away from the hills.

When they get closer, they can observe the tragic battle more directly.

There were many uncluttered footprints around the camp, indicating that the opponent completely surrounded the camp and then launched an attack.

Avoiding a burning wooden stake, Tyrande walked slowly, and from time to time, gently bypassing several corpses to two dead war trees to observe carefully. These two war trees were burning. Their surface was pitch blackened by fire, and many wounds of varying depths exposed the wood inside, but the color inside seemed to be very close, which means that they had been in contact with the air for about the same time. In other words, many demons or undead rushed over at that time, causing such great damage to the war trees almost instantly!

Losing the ancient tree of war in front, the body of the night elves is undoubtedly weak compared to the demons. Kadore is better at ambushing or ranged attacks and melee combat. It is the weakest link of the sentry. And when the number is still at an absolute disadvantage, it is normal to eliminate the entire army...

"Sir, come and see here." A female sentry shouted loudly at Tyrande, with an undepressed anger in her eyes.

"I'll come here now." Tyrand replied, rushed to the sentry and looked in the direction she directed.

The roots of a thick oak tree, with several remaining limbs sprinkled there, were torn apart by force. The irregular wounds and the muscle tissue still connected together proved that their opponents had strong power. In addition, there were also several night elves' corpses exposed white bones, their abdomen had been hollowed out, and traces of biting remained on their bones.

"This is a masterpiece of the undead natural disaster. I heard that ghouls or hatreds, and have the habit of devouring corpses." The female sentry said angrily in a painful tone of trying to suppress.

The several hunters behind Tyrande couldn't help but turn their heads and vomit when they saw this scene.

"This proves that the Burning Legion and the Undead Natural Scourge have come here, and their number may be far more than we expected." Tyrande suppressed the vomiting in his throat and turned his head away: "The action of awakening the sleeping tribesmen in the Emerald Dream must be accelerated!"

"In addition, we ask for help from the terrifying totem of the Great Governor of Shuharu, the terrifying totem of the "Titan Power" of the Great Governor of Shuharu, who hopes that they can draw out a portion of the Taurus warriors to support us before the druid wakes up from his sleep!" Tyrande pondered for a moment, turned around and ordered the adjutant behind him: "Only relying on the sentinel troops, we cannot exert the maximum combat power to block the demon's offensive! The number of guarding ancient trees is too rare, and we lack strong melee interception to resist the impact of the demon!"

The adjutant sitting upright on the Ye Blade nodded and took over the order, but at this moment...

"Enemy attack!"

The sentry on the ancient tree made a shrill alarm sound, but fired with bows and arrows!

The troops of the Burning Legion were attacked. Most of the demons easily avoided the arrows and continued to advance. Their huge terrifying roars and roars became the only sound in the forest.

These demons have grown up in killing and destruction for a long time, with rich combat experience and fighting skills. In just a moment, more than a dozen hellhounds had already broken through to two or three hundred meters away from Tyrande. The few demon guards carrying huge battle axes also rushed towards them. Once they were allowed to rush into the team, they would definitely start killing among the sentry troops who were not good at melee combat!

"retreat!"

At the critical moment, Tyrande, who was also experienced in many battles, quickly issued the correct order.

As a commander, you must have the ability to accurately judge the enemy situation.

The Burning Legion has a large number, and the terrain is completely unfavorable to fight with one's own side. The best way of fighting is to use long-range firepower to attack the enemy in high-speed sports. If it is attacked by the enemy, it will be equivalent to losing half of it. The sentry unit under his command alone cannot compete with the Burning Legion, which has the advantage in numerical advantages!

He shot three arrows quickly and shot down the hellhound in front. The huge white tiger was already carrying the priestess Tyrande and ran a few steps away from the fireballs shot by several demons. At the same time, he let out a roaring roar in the direction of the Burning Legion.

The black demons and the undead quickly approached, as if endlessly gushing out of the dense forest, the scattered branches and vines flew everywhere, and dust filled the sky. The invisible violent pressure increased like snowballs as they advanced.

Facing those strange and hideous demons, people will inevitably feel a sense of fear from the bottom of their hearts...

Fortunately, although the thousands of sentry units brought by Tyrande were not large, they were all elite sisters who had participated in the ancient war. Under the violent pursuit of the demons, the night elves rode on the Night Blade Leopard, running backwards nervously and orderly, and occasionally turned around and waved a moon blade wave or shot a few arrows with their backhands, hindering the pace of the Burning Legion.

The hunter shot the moon blade wave with the ejection effect and immediately caused the chased demon to suffer a lot. The moon blades were as bright as snow. They tore through the night sky and knocked down the front demon and did not stop. They bounced out a strange and tortuous arc, bent and shot at other demons, hitting the second and third...

The formation of the Burning Legion was messed up by arrow rain and moon blade waves. In addition, the night elves were more familiar with and adapted to this forest where they lived for generations. The distance between the two sides became wider and wider. In the end, the violent demon army could only watch the night elves disappear into the vast night.

Several kilometers away, Tyrande, who led the team to escape from the demonic pursuit, breathed a sigh of relief and ordered the troops to slow down and recover their strength.

A few drops of cold water drifted onto the priestess' face.

The sky became gloomy at some point, and the ink-colored dark clouds rolled violently and the clouds were very low, like a pot lid pressing on the top of the head, bringing a heavy sense of depression. The roar of the wind gradually became crazy, and the familiar trees were like ghosts, passing by. And in front, there was still endless darkness...

"To win this war, we must mobilize all the power we can mobilize!" With the sudden storm in our ears, Tyrande's mind suddenly flashed through his mind the meaningful instructions of the young Taurus General at the end of the alliance.

A trace of enlightenment appeared in the heart of Tyrande's "Yuanfeng...

"Ten thousand years... Illidan... are you... okay?"

"Good, we're in trouble!"

Sar, who had always been steady and confident, stood in front of Lao Tang with a serious face and said in a depressed tone.

After a moment, Old Tang, who followed Sar who rushed into the camp, also had a pale face... He already knew what the trouble was about Sar!

The Battle Song Canyon occupies a large area, and the camp built by the War Song Clan warriors in the canyon is full of orc-style rough building. Although it is very different from the style of the surrounding dense forests, it also brings a different kind of heroic momentum and alternative charm to the beautiful and quiet Gray Valley.

However, Lao Tang was not here to enjoy the scenery. The scene in the coalition camp at this moment surprised Lao Tang, and even felt a little...at absent!

In the rough barracks built by giant trees, there were bursts of pain, weakness and anger.

Most of the war song warriors who had followed Hells roaring across the battlefield and fought south and north are now weak and weak, lying on their backs with limbs on their backs. Not to mention wearing strong and holding sharp edges, they went to battle to kill the enemy, even moving their hands and feet slightly would be as hard as climbing to the sky!

Old Tang just noticed an orc warrior in a barracks. He worked hard for a long time to grab the kettle on the bedside table next to him, but finally gave up and cursed with anger. The scene of anger was just resounding on the battlefield in the past. The anger that shocked the enemy's courage is now gone, as if he was moaning...

"Suddenly started the night before yesterday..." Seeing Old Tang's shock and doubt, Sar explained to Old Tang in a low voice while leading the way forward. "More than 30,000 War Song Warriors, more than 20,000 people were infected with this strange disease, and their limbs were weak and weak. And they were all veterans with rich combat experience and participated in World War I and World War II. There were less than 3,000 young recruits stationed in Ashes Valley. They were still immune and able to maintain their combat effectiveness!"

The shocking scene in the camp shocked Lao Tang. Even though Lao Tang racked his brains, he was stunned by this change and was confused for a moment, he didn't expect that what would be the reason that tens of thousands of brave warriors turned into weak and weak cats...

"Is this happening to the coalition soldiers of other races?" As Sar walked towards the barracks in the middle of the camp, Old Tang frowned and whispered in Thar's ear.

"No, only orcs! Or that's only those orc veterans of the War Song clan who participated in World War I and World War II!" Thrall shook his head with a depressed expression and replied with a gloomy face. The failure to find out the truth that caused the orcs to be infected with a "strange disease" made the newly-promoted hero-level shaman priest very upset: "Even Grom... could not resist it, even more serious than others... he had been unconscious for a whole day..."

"Their performance reminds me of my fellow countrymen who once lost hope and were insensitive in the shelter..."

"Wait, do you say that only the veterans of the War Song clan who participated in World War I and World War II?" The detailed description of Thrall was suddenly interrupted, but the annoyed words of the orc chief made Lao Tang's mind flash with a flash of speculation: "Like orcs who were once detained in the shelter?"

Old Tang's eyes became brighter and brighter, which was an excited expression of guessing the truth.

Thrall was still lowering his head and leading the way forward with anxiety, so he did not notice the abnormal expression of Lao Tang's expression. Hearing Lao Tang's abrupt inquiry, his brows tightened again and nodded in annoyance.

"Wait, Sal! I think I know the reason!" Old Tang grabbed Sal who was walking in front of him and spoke confidently in the latter's confused expression: "The War Song clan has never been detained in the shelter, right?"

"Grom has never been captured by humans! The War Song clan has been fighting under the encirclement of humans!" Thrall's eyes became brighter and brighter. He, who was already extremely intelligent, followed Lao Tang's thoughts and gradually figured out the key to this "strange disease" and sorted out the thoughts that had been depressed!

"So the warriors of the War Song clan have never experienced the torture of the shelter. They have never become depressed and lost the battle!" Old Tang's face gradually showed everything, and his tone became more and more affirmative: "In other words, except for Grom, the warriors of the War Song clan have never experienced the backlash of demon blood like the orc warriors of other clans who were detained in the shelter!"

"The veterans who participated in World War I and World War II were the older generation orcs who had drank demon blood in Drano!" Thrall's face also had the solemnity and gloom as before, and gradually became cheerful and determined. The shaman who also figured out all the joints said in the words of Lao Tang: "And those young warriors who did not get infected with strange diseases are the new generation born in Azeroth in the past twenty years, just like me!"

"They did not drink the blood of the demon directly, so they would not be backfired by the blood of the demon!" Old Tang smiled at the corner of his mouth and added with certainty: "And allies of other races cannot experience the backfire of the blood of the demon!"

"This is not a 'strange disease, Thrall! It's the demonic blood in the bodies of the War Song Warriors!"

Old Tang's expression returned to normal, staring at the tribal chief who had breathed a long sigh of relief, and said firmly. Thrall also returned to his former calmness and calmness, nodding vigorously to agree with Old Tang's inference.

But then Thrall frowned slightly and asked in confusion: "But why is it at this time?"

When Old Tang faced Thrall's doubts, he asked back, "Grom should have mentioned to you which demon leader's blood was drunk by the War Song clan?"

"It's Sargeras' adjutant, Manolos!" Sar nodded and said what he knew, then suddenly stared at Old Tang with a wide eyes and said, "You mean?"

"That's right!" Old Tang took out a hot sand consortium cigar, lit it, took a long sip, and replied without hesitation: "According to Prophet Medivh, the vanguard officer sent by the Burning Legion this time is the 'strongest, Abyss Leader!"

"And now it seems that the demon leader has arrived in Ashes Valley and has taken action! And his first target... is Grom and the War Song clan!"

"The two sides are so close that Manolos can easily double the demonic backlash power of the War Song Clan warriors and are unable to participate in the war! And his idea is nothing more than to force or seduce the orcs to drink the blood of the demons again and be controlled by the demon's killing! Otherwise, the weak War Song Clan will be unable to resist any threat and can only sit and wait for death!"

Old Tang's pupils flashed with a terrifying light. If it weren't for Old Tang's intervention, everything had not changed. It was the series of seductions and arrangements of this powerful abyss lord who made the orc war god drink the blood of the demon again and fall into bloodthirsty killings, and provoked a conflict between the War Song clan and the Dark Night Sentinel! It caused a large number of elite coalition forces to fall into internal friction, heavy casualties and directly led to the destruction of the two top combat powers of Azeroth, Cenarius and Hellscream, to fall one after another!
To be continued...