A corner of the Ferwood Forest.

A dark green filthy halo kept flashing and expanding its own light, gradually expanding from the initial size of a coin to the later hundreds of meters square...

It was an unstable space crack, a teleportation channel.

The evil flames that were constantly sucking from the cracks in the space seemed to declare the owner of this teleportation channel - the demon army of the Burning Legion!

Dirt, deep, gloomy, evil... It seems that the space crack was torn open by an indescribable force. It was like an instable black hole, constantly devouring everything around the person: grass, gravel, giant trees, land, and even the wild beasts that had not yet escaped because of the incident, sucked them into the twisted void space turbulence and torn and smashed...

Suddenly, the light of the space channel like a bloody mouth surged, and with a loud bang, it stopped swallowing the surroundings. The next second, a large number of various hideous and ugly demons roared out from the sea tide in the space channel.

The light shines, and it is unstable.

A large army of demons seemed to be overwhelming, gushing out of the space cracking air like endlessly, crossing the ocean to the ancient Kalimdo continent. Demon guards, hellhounds, Queen of Pain, Banshee and Void Walker... all kinds of strange shapes and various kinds of demons swept across all creatures in front of them like locusts passing through the border. Two teams of bear monster scouts near this area were discovered at the first time, and they didn't even have the chance to send a signal and were torn into pieces by the demons running forward...

The dark green halo of the space channel squirted for a day and a night. The number of elite demon troops of 20,000 to 30,000 and overwhelming undead cannon fodder finally arrived at the Fewood Forest in Kalimdo before the disintegration of the space channel. The demon leader who commanded this part of the Burning Legion's vanguard was a fearful demon king who was not inferior to Manoros, and the leader of the most cunning Nasrezm clan in the void - Tikdios!

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"Sir, you have received a magical accuse from Ashes Valley. Lord Manolos... is dead!"

A lich with only a ferocious skeleton left on his body carefully approached the terrifying demon king who was standing on a hillside with a proud look on his face, and reported the report in a humble manner. As the latter suddenly became sharp and gloomy eyes, hesitantly added: "The undead mage who was summoning the news in the Ashes Valley said that the perpetrators were six hero-level masters... they were all mortal races. There was no more powerful existence..."

"Hmph! Manolos, an idiot who only grows muscles but not brains, actually died at the hands of those mortals. He lost all the face of the Legion, and he was not willing to die!"

After hearing this amazing news, Tikdios suddenly snorted coldly, as if the air around him was a little stagnant. Then he sarcastically said in anger: "Why must Lord Archmond let those Abyss Lords who are proud of their strength and only know how to be brave and fierce?"

"Hmph. A group of guys who are not good enough to succeed!"

This demon, who had a pair of dark and lustrous demon wings, looked like an ugly big bat, used his sharp claws to play with the skull containing powerful evil energy in his hand, and mocked him disdainfully.

The Burning Legion is not an ironclad piece. The Doomsday Guards represented by the Abyss Lord, Nasrezm and Ereda, the three high-level demons of the Burning Legion, also dislike each other. There are often conflicts. Now the most powerful Abyss Lord Manolos, will die at the beginning of the invasion. As the leader of the Demon King, Tikdios, what surged in his heart was not the sadness of the rabbit and the fox, but the gloom!

"Send a message to Ashes Valley right away, Reki* Donghan! Let the remaining troops approach us at all costs! Lord Archmond will land soon, and we must destroy the resistance here before he arrives. Instead of a mess of sand, fighting each other!"

After sarcasm of Manolos's death, Tikdios pondered slightly and thought in the blink of an eye. He plotted against the troops of Manolos. He had the idea of ​​reincarnating the remnants of the Abyss Lord. He even made up his plan and found a high-sounding excuse...

"Now, you are temporarily left to your command here, Lich. Be sure to sweep away all creatures that block the army! And I..." Tikdios looked down at the skull with overbearing corrosive evil powers in his hand. A grinning smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and said with a cunning look, "As planned, I will give these mortals who are ignorant of resisting the Legion a 'big gift'. I guess they will definitely like it, hehe!"

After saying that, Tikdios had suddenly flapped the ugly bat-like wings behind him, soared into the sky and flew towards the depths of the Ferwood Forest.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared!

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The bright moonlight dyed the beautiful night song forest silvery, as if Eluen herself was plucking the harp in her hand, allowing the silvery light to spread freely. This land she cared for and blessed can make anyone who stepped into this place feel solemn and peaceful.

This holy land where the night elves lived for generations was called the Ashes Valley.

"May Elune bless you." A gentle greeting sounded behind Tyrande, causing the priestess to turn around reflexively, with a silver mace in his hand.

However, she immediately put down the weapon in her hand and made a helpless move with a slightly apologetic look to try to relieve her embarrassment: "Please forgive my actions, Illidan, your voice seems a little strange to me... After all... well... I mean... we haven't spoken for ten thousand years, aren't we?"

"Actually there is no need for you to be so nervous in your camp, really! Now that I'm back, I'll protect you from any harm, and I'll prove that I'm more valuable than my brother!"

Tyrande's alienation made Illidan, who was originally gentle and obsessed with his face, look frustrated. For thousands of years, he has been missing this woman all the time, and he will never forget Tyrande's voice, fragrance and everything... Unfortunately, he is still not as good as his brother in Tyrande's heart, the brother who has always suppressed him in everything since he was a child!

"Everything is meaningless than your brother. No one cares about the achievements of a demon hunter, Illidan. The path you choose is something we cannot accept."

"Then why do you let me out?" Tyrande's words made Illidan growl excitedly. Although he tried to control his emotions in front of Tyrande who he was deeply attached to, he failed. "Why don't you let me continue to stay in that dark and damp underground prison and moldy and rot until it completely disappeared, and it belongs to a so-called 'betrayer'...where you should stay!"

The priestess smiled and pressed Illidan's raised arms back to both sides of his body, and said softly as if he was soothing: "I think you have misunderstood, Illidan*Raging Wind. I just feel that no matter what you did wrong, you don't have to bear more punishment for your fault."

"You were as persistent as our cousins ​​at that time. This was not a mistake in itself. But what did the greed for power bring to us? It was a devastating disaster!"

"I am very grateful for everything you did back then, and I have not forgotten that you helped us drive away the Burning Legion. But no surviving night elf hopes to fall into that hell that will never be restored. That simple bottle of water will probably kill us all."

Tyrande's tone was calm and serious. He looked at each other with a look of shame and anger, and comforted him lightly:

"Illidan, you are no longer a child. Even if you don't care about your feelings, you have to consider your friends or close relatives. Your brother doesn't love you. But your mistakes have forced him to hide his feelings for you. He cannot be as favorable as an ordinary brother, because he has the responsibility to protect the survival of the entire race."

"So, please don't hate him!"

Illidan, who was still uneven with his arms open and his face was gloomy, tried hard to make a warm smile appear on his face, which was stiff due to fatigue:

"But now everything has passed. Ten thousand years of imprisonment should be enough for the mistakes you have made. But remember that you are the younger brother of Illidan Stormwind. Malfurio Stormwind. You should be a hero to protect everyone. A great warrior who exceeds the limits your brother can reach. Be brave to face your mistakes and correct it. This is a redemption for the entire Night Elves."

After saying that, Tyrande turned around and left Illidan. She was so tired. The fierce battles and running around for several days almost exhausted the last bit of her physical strength, which almost left her unable to maintain until the end of the conversation.

Due to the invasion of the Burning Legion, half of the forest in Ashes Valley is covered with flames, and the dirty and ugly walking corpses travel between the flames and the corpses, taking away the last proof of the dead's existence in this world; the evil and hideous demons use killing and destruction as a game, and the merciless destroyers all the creatures they see. Every minute, a night elf warrior may fall down, become the material for the necromancer to cast spells, or become the next target of chewing...

In such a harsh situation, resting is almost a luxury.

What Tyrande needs most now is exactly what she cannot do. The white tiger beside the priest looked at his master with concern and let out a series of low roars, hoping to give her the rest she needed.

But the front line needs command, and Tyrande knows that he cannot fall asleep no matter what. Although Ashes Valley is as peaceful as usual, who knows when the Burning Legion will choose to attack? The biggest advantage of the undead is that it does not need rest, and the demons will be extremely excited when they kill and destroy. Thinking of this, the priestess once again forced himself to cheer up.

"Are you okay? Tyrande, you should go and take a break." Behind him was Illidan's concerning greeting.

"I'm fine, I'll take people to patrol the forest. Raids may happen at any time."

The priestess turned his head and reluctantly smiled at Illidan, trying to reassure the demon hunter. But Illidan looked at the tired back of his beloved and muttered secretly: "She really needs a rest. She is still as stubborn as before... What's wrong with letting her have a good sleep?"

Illidan's question needed no answer, he quietly approached Tyrande, and the demon hunter's powerful arm had already hit her in the neck when the latter noticed someone was behind her.

Illidan carefully controlled his strength, and despite this, he was worried that it would hurt Tyrande. He gently picked up the fainted priestess and placed it on her mount, and carefully checked the position he had just started. After confirming that no harm was caused, he ordered the huge white tiger beside him: "Take her back, she needs rest."

Although this beast did not like the way Illidan cared about his master, it was still happy to do what he told him, because it also required time to rest.

The huge white tiger moved lightly and trotted carefully to the Tyrande's residence in the camp, while Illidan took off his double blade - the Essinos Blade. He held his hand tightly and strode towards the camp, patrolling the forest instead of the moon goddess priestess. He made a firm and deep promise to:

"Forgive me, Tyrande, this is a helpless move. I will take care of this forest for you. I swear that if the Burning Legion wants to get closer, they will step over my body first!"

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The bright moonlight shines through the dense groves of the Ashes Valley, sprinkling mottled marks among the woodlands.

Alsace sat upright on his back and stood on the top of a small hill with green grass waiting patiently, knowing that the person he was waiting for would definitely appear.

At the same time, the Death Knight couldn't help but think that it was really useful to have a lich like Kel Thuzad by his side.

The Great Lich was loyal to the Lich King. Even if he wagged his tail and begged for mercy in front of Archmond and Tikdios, it was just a "performance" that he could not think of for secret action. Arthas chose to remain silent. He did not believe that he could lie as calmly as Kel Thuzad. The two powerful demons regarded Arthas and Kel Thuzad as unknown people. But they would soon know that they were wrong.

Because they casually allowed the Book of Medivh to remain in the lich's bones' hands.

The spells and spells that Kel Thuzad learned from it were so powerful that Arthas knew that he would never know what it was.

"The third part of the plan," Kelthuzad said after the demons left, with a relaxed tone as if he was talking about the weather. "It is the real core part of the Legion's invasion."

Arthas suddenly remembered the conversation with Kel'Thuzad before this "special operation", and now he suddenly became very interested in Kel'Thuzad's words.

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"The first step is to create a natural disaster sweep the resistance, and then to summon Archmond with the Book of Medivh!"

The Great Lich finally removed his hungry gaze from the Book of Medivh and carefully popularized the Death Knight who was "scarce to knowledge":

"The Burning Legion came to this world completely to seize all the magic power and devour all life. They always planned to absorb the powerful energy enriched in the eternal well of the elves. For this reason, they had to destroy the thing that contained the most original and purest life essence of Azeroth. The Well of Eternal is located on the continent of Kalimdo on the other side of the ocean. The thing that blocked the Legion's plan was called Nodashir... The Tree of the World. It makes Kadore immortal, and they are also associated with it."

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"Cadoré?" Arthas was confused. "I know Queldore. Are they another kind of elves?"

"It's a native species." Kelthuzad raised a pale finger bone, shook it and corrected it, but then the Great Lich waved his hand indifferently, "Don't care about these details. The key is that we must stop the legion from getting what we want, and in Kadore, there is someone who will help us."

So in this way, Kelthuzad used magic to teleport Arthas to this distant continent, and looked around from the top of this hill. The forest was dense and prosperous, but Arthas had seen the consequences of the legion from afar. The earth, plants, and animals, they did not die, but were corrupted...

"Devour all life", the Burning Legion indeed seemed to be acting as they expected.

Suddenly a figure appeared on the top of another hill below, and Alsace's spirit shook his mouth slightly raised and showed a charming smile...

The people he was waiting for finally arrived!

These night elves are indeed very different from high elves.

The skin of this elf, which is as purple as lavender, is engraved with swirl-shaped tattoos and scars, like a product left in some kind of ritual. His eyes were covered in black cloth, but it seemed to have no effect on climbing mountains and hills. The style of the weapon in his hand, Alsace, had never seen it before, and was not followed by a sharp blade on the handle like an ordinary sword. The weapon had two serrated edges, and it shone with a pathological but powerful green light, the glory that was invaded by demonic energy.

"It seems that this guy has dealt with the demon long ago?"

Arthas observed patiently for a while and made a guess in his heart about the experience of the night elf. This night elf, who was called Illidan*Stormy Wind by Kelthuzad, was secretly angry. Obviously, he had been resentful for a long time, and as Kelthuzad said, longed for revenge and strength.

Alsace's smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger.

"I was imprisoned for ten thousand years, and my tribe still thinks I am a villain!"

Illidan, who had just tried to lead a scout team to patrol the forest instead of the priestess, but was treated ruthlessly and indifferently, roared with a pale face, "I want them to see my true power. I want them to see the demons they fear as scared as tigers are vulnerable in front of me!"

"Are you sure it's like that. Demon Hunter?" Arthas's voice came from far away from the top of the hillside.

When Illidan heard this, he quickly turned around, held the weapon in his hand tightly, glanced at the death knight's figure, and said with murderous aura: "You have the breath of death. Human. You will regret approaching me!"

Hearing Illidan's provocation, Arthas sneered. Like Illidan, he also longed to have a one-on-one battle to relieve the depression in his chest, but he hoped that this opponent would not disappoint him: "Come on, I will let you pay some tuition for your ignorance!"

After the invitation, Arthas pulled the invincible reins, his beloved horse stood upright, and then rushed down the hillside like lightning, as anxious as his master. And Illidan roared, not to be outdone, and rushed towards him.

The two masters' face-to-face confrontation was wonderful. It was like a gorgeous but dangerous dance.

Illidan has strong and elegant movements. His combat skills are even stronger than demonic energy. The crescent-like double blades shining with evil power are fierce and powerful; but Arthas is not an ordinary pawn. The power of death fills his whole body, which makes him extremely brave. And Frost's sorrow is also extraordinary.

The battle was fierce and rapid, and the two of them were indeed equal. After a short moment, the Death Knight and the Demon Hunter in the fierce battle both stopped tacitly and stepped back and gasped heavily.

"We can fight like this all the time." Illidan's face no longer became quite serious, frivolous and angry at the beginning. It was the look that only appeared when he met a master who was evenly matched. He looked at the Death Knight deeply, and the Demon Hunter said in a cold tone. "What the hell do you want to do?"

"From you talk to yourself before, I heard that you and your allies are troubled by demons and the undead." Arthas put down the sorrow of Frost, recovered the physical strength consumed by the short and fierce battle just now, and said calmly: "And I have the exact information of these guys!"
To be continued...