Early in the morning, the entire Eternal Night Harbor began to be wrong. Alliance players began to fight with the tribes unscrupulously, and even slaughtered the Gaolumuga camp in Stranglethorn Valley, almost angering the tribes to death.

After that, the Alliance tribe naturally started to fight violently.

The alliance has been waiting for a long time, but the tribe has another reaction. Some people know it well, while others are completely stunned!

Before, Zoer Murphy deliberately suppressed Fu from the alliance. The tribes merged from Senjin servers completely thought that they would encounter such a fierce offensive!

Damn! Is this the strength of the Eternal Night Harbor Alliance?

Under Drow Murphy's deliberate adjustments and suppression of the tribe, the strength of the tribe players is just one level worse than the league!

Even the Orgrimmar Defense Forces are yiyàng!

Because the Orgrimmar defense army encountered a small hoe! Yes, the Undead Empire has begun to poach people in large quantities!

Who asked Drow Murphy to quietly give some strategies to the Undead Empire? Who made the alliance consciously disagree with the players of the Undead Empire?

Players who like PVP ultimately only account for part of the tribe players. More players are for dungeons, and there are also a large number of casual players!

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Tribal players are also confused. Why do alliance players like pk? They keep on!

Poor tribes, they are not at the bottom. There are indeed many pks among the league players, but the more reason is that they are organized by Zoer Murphy to specifically chase these tribes!

Well, there seems to be a lot of more equipment produced by the Heart of Molten Fire, and now there are always difāng that is sold. Haha!

There was a lot of noise outside, and the atmosphere at the Blood Cross Guild was also quite tense.

For nothing else, it is because of the two masters of the Blood Cross, their boss Zoer and their sister-in-law Murphy have been all kinds of weird since they were launched.

"Hmph, hum, hum, hum, hum, haha~~~" Murphy's strange hum.

The little guys swallowed.

"Hahahahahaha~~~~" Zhuoer's weird laughter.

The little guys were trembling.

"Oh hehehehe~~~~" The duplex of the two!

Oh my God! Help! Come and save us! The little guys are crying in their hearts!

After spending a long time with my boss and sister-in-law, they rarely take their anger, but it is the first time I have seen him like this!

Come and help me!

The little guys prayed desperately here.

Then, a miracle happened.

"Zhuo, Fei'er." A cold voice.

"Hmm? Brother? Shime?" Murphy asked in surprise.

Fu Cha Ruilin said lightly: "I sent some information to Zhuo, you can take a look!"

"Ah, OK!"

The little guys breathed a sigh of relief carefully, and the strange aura in Ts was finally méiyou.

About five minutes later, Zhuoer's voice sounded happily, "Haha, brother, thank you."

"You're welcome." Fucha Ruilin said in a plain tone.

Huh? My boss's mood has improved? The crisis has passed?

The little guys were excited.

Then I heard Murphy say with a smile: "Hehe. Brother, you are the most powerful!"

Fu Cha Ruilin didn't say anything.

The little guys continued to blink, it seemed that their sister-in-law's mood had also improved?

Then, I heard Murphy say with a smile: "I'm in a good mood today! Do you want to listen to the story?"

"Ga?" The little guys were stunned. They usually clamored to let Murphy tell stories, so Murphy would say, why is Murphy so proactive today?

...However, you take the initiative. If you don’t listen to a story, you are a bastard!

"Let's listen~~~" the little guys answered super straightforwardly!

Murphy laughed and said slowly: "Okay~~~ We just talked about the Burning Legion before? This time I will explain to you how the Burning Legion was formed?"

"Okay!" The little guys continued to nod.

The stranger emitted colorful energy, which singed gorgeously, flying behind him, like a cloak; surrounding his strong head, shining with light like a crown. His voice could be heard in his ears and in his mind, and it flowed in his blood. It was like a sweet song that had been forgotten for a long time and remembered.

What he promised was tempting, excited, and made his heart unable to stop longing. But, but... shimedifāng still had some...

When he left, the three leaders of Ereda turned to each other and spoke softly and said words only shared between the three.

"He really asked for very little compared to what he promised us," said the first. His voice echoed in the material and jingshénshijiè at the same time, showing his power.

"Such powerful power," the second murmured, falling into deep thought. He was the elegant, beautiful, brilliant and radiant. "And, what he told the truth. Everything he showed us will come true. The man kěnéng lied on this yidiǎn."

The third one was silent. He said, the second one was true. The powerful creature used to show all that was not fake. They all said this. However, this existence, this... Sargeras... there were some things in him that Viren didn't like.

Villen's two colleagues were also his friends. He and Kiljadan, the most powerful and decisive of the three, especially close. In the irresponsible shijiān that passed by, they became friends for many years. Kiljadan now tends to accept Sargeras' proposal, and for Villen, Kiljadan's words are more important than Archmond's views; although Archmond's ideas are mostly good, they are occasionally slightly biased by his vanity.

Villen's thoughts turned to the images Sargeras showed them. Countless shijiès were waiting for them to conquer, of course, more importantly, to explore and discover; bijing, first of all, the Arida had an endless desire for knowledge. For a species as powerful as them, knowledge was important like food and water in the eyes of lower animals. The prospects Sargeras showed them teased their nerves. Everything would be theirs, as long as...

As long as they swear allegiance to him.

As long as they promise their people are loyal to him.

"Our Villen is cautious every time," said Archmond. This could have been understood as a compliment, but Villen heard the sarcasm from it. He did what Archmond wanted to do, and he also now his hesitation was just an obstacle to his ambitions in Archmond's eyes. Villen smiled slightly.

"Yes, I'm always cautious...and sometimes my cautiousness has been preserved for us. Just like your Kiljadan's determination and your Archmond's gdongyiyàng."

Both of them laughed, and at that moment, Villen felt warmth for their relationship. Then they all calmed down. Villen, the two of them had already made up their minds. He watched them leave, and his mood became heavier. He hoped that Ziji could make the right decision.

The cooperation of the three people has always been flawless. Their different and complementary personalities have created a balance and brought a harmonious and stable life to their people. He Kiljaden and Archmond did put the interests of the people first, and he also. For a long time, they always agreed on things like this.

Villen frowned. Will that confident, eye-catching Sargeras make him so uneasy? The other two people were obviously inclined to accept it. Sargeras told them that the Erida people were what he had been looking for: a strong, passionate, proud race that they would serve him and carry out the cause of unifying all the shijiè, the entire universe. He said that he would change them, make them stronger, and give them gifts that the entire universe had never seen before; indeed, the entire universe had previously been combined with the power of the sargeras and the perfect species like the one that Sargeras had. Everything that Sargeras promised would come true.

But. But...

Villen went to the temple, and he had troubles to go to difāng. Tonight there were several people there. He sat around the pillars of the precious artifact Atama crystal. This artifact was so ancient that a Ereda could tell its origin, just as they could not remember the origin of ziji. Legend has it that this was a gift given to them by some supreme force a long time ago. This crystal expanded their power and allowed them to understand more of the mysteries of the universe. People used it to heal the wounded, cast spells, and peep into the future. This was also the purpose of Villen to come here tonight. He stepped forward with respect and touched the triangle crystal. Its warmth was like a small animal in his palm, calming his mood. He took a deep breath, let the familiar energy penetrate his body, and then put down his hand and returned to the circle.

Villen closed his eyes and opened every part of ziji to the crystal. At first, the scene he saw seemed to confirm Sargeras' promise. He saw him standing side by side with Archmond and Kiljaden. They were not only leaders of the noble and proud Ereda, but also countless other monarchs. They were shining with powerful energy, Villen, whose power was more intoxicating than any fine wine. A shining city belonged to them, and the residents of the city fell before the three, cheering and shouting out their worship and loyalty. A series of huge writings written in strange languages ​​were translated for him, revealing unimaginable secret magic.

Everything was so brilliant, and his heart was filled with joy.

He turned to Kiljadan, and his old friend gave him a smile. Archmond patted him on the shoulder kindly.

Villen looked down at ziji.

Then he shouted out in horror.

His body became huge, but it was twisted and deformed. The smooth blue skin became brown-black and rough, like an old tree infected with disease. The light of energy surged out of him, yes, but it was not pure positive energy, but a kind of sick lusè. He looked at his friends, his colleagues and leaders. They also changed. They also lost all the beautiful qualities they once did, and they are now

Manare.

The word "Erida" describes terrible mistakes, and the word "distorted, evil, and dirty" pierces his mind like a sharp sword. He screams again in pain, and falls to the ground with his knees. Villen takes his eyes off his deformed body, looking for peace, prosperity and knowledge promised by Sargeras. All he sees is atrocities. Just now, a group of worshippers were worshipped in front of him, and now he only sees incomplete corpses, and like him, Kiljadan and Archmond yiyà

The body turned into a monster. In this tragic image, a group of creatures that Viren had never seen cheered and thrilled: weird dogs with tentacles stretched out from their backs; deformed little monsters that jumped and laughed at the scene of the massacre; and creatures with wings stretched out and possessed false and beautiful things. They glanced around with a proud look on their faces. The land they trampled on by their hooves died one after another, not only the plants and trees withered, but the soil itself could not escape; all the sources of life were completely wiped out and completely sucked.

This is Sargeras' plan for Ereda. This is what he said in such a high-sounding tone, so-called "make them stronger". Ruguo The people of Villen joined forces with Sargeras, and they would become these monsters... These Manari. Somehow, Villen, what he saw was definitely not accidental. What was going to fall was definitely not just this one, but dozens, hundreds... or even thousands.

Ruguo He supports Sargeras, everything will be destroyed. This army of Manaria will go forward and be invincible, and behind it will be Kiljadan, Archmond, and may all pure and beautiful things save him, Viren. They will never stop until all existence is as charred as the land before him. Is Sargeras crazy? Or worse, he still pursues all this in this way?

Blood and fire poured down, smashing all over his body, burning him, and pounding him until he fell to the ground and cried bitterly.

The image disappeared mercifully at this time. Villen blinked and his whole body trembled. He was the only one left in the temple, and the crystal shone with a soothing light. He was very grateful for this comfort.

Everything happened. Now it happened.

Sargeras promised that theirs was true. Ereda would be changed, and the three leaders would gain strength, knowledge, rights... almost to God.

They will also lose everything they cherish and betray everything they vow to protect.

Veren raised one hand to wipe his face. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that the hands were only sweat and tears rather than the blood and fire in the reflection. Anyway, it's still happening now. Is there any kěnéng stopping all this? Or at least, to alleviate the damage caused by this legion?

His answer is like a scoop of cool water in the desert sweet: yes.

They felt his anxious call and immediately came to him. Villen mǎshàng established a connection with them, allowing them to see everything he saw and feel everything he felt. There was a moment. He felt that they showed the same emotions as him, and could not help but be filled with hope. There was still a chance.

Archmond frowned. "This is not the future. This is just your personal premonition."

Villen looked at his friend in disbelief and turned to Kiljadan. Kiljadan was never as vain as Archmond. He was always decisive and wise…

"Akmond is right," said Kiljaden calmly, "this méiyou is true. It's just the imagination in your mind."

Villen looked at him, and an irrepressible pain drowned him. Slowly, sadly, he cut off the link between them. From this moment on, he silently sealed all the thoughts in his heart and would never share them with these two people who were once as close as the extension of his soul.

As Villen hoped, Kiljadan saw his retreat as a compromise. He smiled and placed his hand on Villen's shoulder.

“I won’t give up just because I’m worried about something unpleasant to happen. I’m sure it’s good, the right thing,” he said. “I think, you too.”

Villen could not force Ziji to lie. He just lowered his head and sighed. If Kiljadin had been in normal times, he would have seen his powerless disguise at first sight, and even Archmond could do it. But now, their attention was not on him. They were thinking about the infinite power that was about to belong to them. It was too late to convince them. These two former great men, Yijing, became Sargeras's toys; soon, they would become Manari. Villenzhidàuo They found that he did not go with them, and they would become enemies with him and make him doomed. But he must live and do his best to save his people from curse and destruction.

So he nodded, but said nothing. The union of the three Ereda leaders and Sargeras was finalized. Archmond and Kilgardan quickly left to prepare for their new master.
To be continued...