Cinthalin.

"Lost...failed!" Haka roared. He almost hit the upper elf closest to him, but finally took it back. He looked at Savis, his eyes full of frustration: "We have failed." The Hell Beast barked an ominous bark on the side of the Dog King, responding to the master's anger.

Saves was not very happy either. He finally got the spare cornerstone from the difficult-to-talk Prince Farodis. However, the construction of the portal still stagnated.

If there is something to celebrate here, it can only be said that with the help of Haka, a few demon guards entered this plane intermittently.

The Queen showed great appreciation and satisfaction when she first met these new warriors who were completely different from her people, and therefore became interested in the god Sargeras Viagra.

So the order Savis received from the Queen was almost consistent with the orders of his real master - to welcome the great God of Sargeras into Kalimdo at any cost.

However, things are not as easy as they thought.

Even now, with the help of the upper elves, another group of demon guards entered the real territory without any obstacles. However, these numbers are still too small. This is of no use to welcome the arrival of important figures.

"What can we do?" Savis asked. "We have tried our best. The only way..."

He turned his gaze to the portal entrance, where the others in the upper elf were continuing to work to make it stronger. "We have to ask him."

Hesitation flashed across Haka's face, but this did not prevent Saves who had already made up his mind.

He took a step and fell to his knees at the entrance. He had already made the awareness of taking responsibility for failure. He had to do so, and had no choice.

However, before Savis' knee touched the ground, a sound rang in his mind.

“Is the entrance reinforced?”

"No, sir, the progress of the work is not as smooth as we hoped."

In an instant, the emotions that came from my mind almost crushed the night elves by the threat of anger, but soon this feeling passed.

"What are you looking for?"

Savis explained his other bold idea, which was to cut off the connection between the Well of Eternity and everything else except the palace. Savis knew very well what this was conscious of the night elves who depended on the magic of the Well of Eternity, but at this moment, failure made him once again firm up this idea.

"Your determination satisfy me." The god on the other end finally replied: "The first person I sent did not fulfill his responsibilities..."

Almost at the same time, behind Savis, the king made a sound of almost depressedness.

"I will be assigned to you another one, and you must make sure that this entrance is ready for him."

"Other, my Majesty?"

"I'll send you my own person now...a my commander. He will consider what is necessary...and it's fast."

The voice gradually pulled away from his mind. Savis shook a few times, and the sudden departure of the voice made him dizzy, as if someone had cut off one of his arms. Another upper elf helped him and held his arm.

Harves looked at Haka, and the Dog King seemed not happy at all, although the counselor heard the most wonderful news. "He is going to send a commander from him to us! Do you know which one?"

The Dog King anxiously put away his whip. On his side, two hell beasts curled up on the side: "Yes, I know which one it is, my night elf master."

"We must be prepared! He will come when he says he will!"

Despite some trouble, Haka still followed Savis. Savis placed him among the upper elf. The two combined knowledge and skills into one, and tried their best to let the entrance open for a long time.

The fireball became bigger and bigger, and various sparks flew out from time to time. It began to shrink, and then almost like breathing, the entrance became bigger, and accompanied by this physical change was a savage roar.

Savis' face was already sweating, but he didn't care at all. The glory he was looking for gave him strength. What was even more so than the Dog King, he devoted himself to the creation of spells. These spells were not just enough to be mastered, but to extend to the point it needed.

The entrance was gradually stretched out and was about to touch the ceiling. Suddenly, a huge black shadow squeezed in from it, which was extremely terrifying. But for Saves, it was too wonderful. He couldn't help but scream to thank the Creator. Now there was a commander of the heavens, and Haka seemed worthless in front of him.

"Eluen save us!" One of the other mages gasped. He pulled his mana randomly, almost destroying the entrance. Harves could hardly grasp the control mechanism. He continued to use force to keep the control mechanism in place until everyone else woke up.

A huge hand stretched out, with only four fingers, but was so big that it could almost grasp the counselor's head. Now it stretched forward, pointing one finger at the absent-minded culprit. A sound that was both like a roar and a rumble of a volcanic explosion, spoke a word that was-but could not be heard clearly.

The night elves fell to the ground and shouted. His body was crumpled into a ball, like a wet cloth wrung out. The intermittent screams were accompanied by a strange short sound of the procession. Most of the other upper elves looked there immediately, while Haka's hell beast lowered his body and whimpered.

The black flame burst out with a terrible force, surrounding the unlucky wizard. The flames came to devour him like a wolve, and soon the wizard was left with only some ashes on the floor, proving that he had been here.

"There will be no more failures." A thunderous voice said.

If the Dog King and the Demon Guard could not surprise Harves enough, then only God could make him feel awe. However, he was covered with green flame-like mane from beginning to end, and there were wide leather wings behind him. Although the wings were very wide, Saves still doubted whether he could support such a huge body. The terrible figure moved forward with his thick and strong limbs, and his huge tail swept back and forth on the ground, and his body and posture were reminiscent of the dragon clan.

The skin, which was not covered by black armor, was dark gray-green. He stood at least sixteen feet high, twice as tall as Haka. The fangs from his palate cut through the ceiling, and there was a dagger-shaped tooth that was as long as the fingers of the night elf. His thick eyebrows completely covered his eyes, and the eyes given by the Creator were staring down at the counselor, and the King of Dogs.

"You disappointed him." said the winged commander.

"I-" Haka paused in the protest and raised her head, "I have no excuses to say, Manolos."

Manolos tilted his head slightly, looking at the dog king as if he was studying the little dirt he didn't want to see in the dining bowl. "Yes, you don't..."

The hell beast on the right side of Haka suddenly started to whimper. The black flames had already wrapped the panic-like hell beast. It rolled helplessly on the ground, trying to put out the fire that could not be extinguished at all. The flames spread on it and then devoured it... When it turned out that there was only a wisp of blue smoke left at the Hell beast standing, Manolos said to the dog king again: "There will be no more failures."

Savis was extremely scared, but it was another fear of wonder and glory. It was an embodiment of power. He knew how to turn failure into victory.

Black eyes turned to Saves. Manolos took a quick breath with his nose, then nodded: "Your Majesty agrees with your efforts, Night Elf."

He was blessed! Savis bent down even lower: "Thank you!"

"The plan will follow the steps. We will remove all possible obstacles from the rest of the world. Your Majesty's arrival will start well."

"So, your majesty...will he come?"

Manolos gave him a big smile, big enough to swallow the counselor: "Oh, yes, when the world is clean... Sargeras himself wants to come here, he will, he wants to come."

"Then what are we waiting for?"

Manolos lowered his head, his eyes burning with green flames looked straight at the counselor's black fake eyes, and the huge eyeballs clearly reflected the counselor's expression full of ambition and honor. This expression was admired by Manolos, so even his tone became kinder. "A beautiful future requires determination and sacrifice. And are you ready?"

As darkness descended, the world of the night elves awakened. When the devout elves began to pray, the merchants also began to do business. Ordinary elves lived their lives without feeling any difference from the usual night. The world was their own choice - no matter what else, some races might think so.

But for some elves, small troubles are invading their lives. As a result, their daily life styles and concepts also have slight deviations.

An older moon guard, silver fluctuating behind his back. Although he is the oldest among mages, his skills are still as good as those of the past, so he still holds a high position. Spelling is part of his life, just like breathing, a natural thing to do without thinking. A shattering shocked him from his seat and almost crushed the parchment paper. It turned out that a glass bottle suddenly fell to the ground. The wine and glass were splashed on the orange carpet covered with gems that the mage had just purchased recently.

The mage shrewd angrily, and looked at the fragments with heartache and snapped his fingers. The glass pieces suddenly rose into the air, and the wine condensed itself, forming the shape of the container that had just been stored. The glass began to form on the periphery of the wine, but after a second, everything spilled on the carpet again, which was worse than before.

The old mage looked at these and snapped his fingers again with a cold expression.

This time, the glass and the wine moved as he thought, without even the slightest misalignment. However, these objects were a little slow and took far from the expected time of the moon guard.

The old night elf turned back to his parchment, trying to focus his attention on what was about to be born again. But his eyes were always about to slide on the bottle behind him and the wine in the bottle. He pointed his hand at the bottle again—and then, frowned, withdrew his fingers, and turned his chair away in an upset.

In Surama, a great city some distance from the well of Cinthalin, the mages began a nightly ceremony, rearranging the emerald and crystals to divide its boundaries. Under mutual instigation, there was movement between the crystals and crystals, like resisting the attacks of ordinary magic. They had never been used for anyone's memory, but people still felt great comfort in front of them.

Although there are hundreds of crystals, it is not particularly troublesome to arrange them. All power comes directly from the Well of Eternity, so the wizard does not need to use stars to adjust the power line from one end to the other. In fact, this requires at most simply twisting the crystals at the high point and putting obsidian on the highest point. In this way, the local spellists can complete several steps in just a few minutes.

However, as more than half of the crystals were placed, the crystals began to become dim and even completely darkened. The mages of Surama knew very well that what they should not be born now. They immediately began to check the arrangement repeatedly, but there was no problem.

"They didn't draw magic well from the Well of Eternity," a young mage asserted, "something is trying to cut them off from their energy!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, the crystal resumed their normal activities. The older companions looked at him blankly, trying to revoke the rough comments they had made about him.

However, the next moment, almost immediately, all the crystals dimmed instantly, and the mages looked at each other, and the panic and fear that had never been before grabbed their hearts, almost making them breathless.

The entire Night Elf Kingdom, the entire Kalimdoma 6 and thousands of other species, felt lost. Their connection with the well was cut off. The power they had once enjoyed was gone now. The alertness grew rapidly, because it was as if someone had reached out to steal the moon. The residents who lived near the palace naturally wanted to ask their queen for help and call for Azshara's guidance. They waited in front of the bolted gate, and more people gathered. The sentry looked expressionless, neither going to open the door nor comforting the surging crowd.

It was not until midnight that the elves of most parts of the city flocked here, and the gate finally slowly opened. The elves were crowded forward like a rushing flood. They were sure that Azshara would eventually come out to respond to their plea.

However, what appeared in the palace was not a queen, nor was it anything that could be imagined in the night elves world.

The first victim of the Burning Legion appeared.
Chapter completed!