Azeroth’s Death Track

After receiving the news from Taylor, the commander-in-chief of the human empire, Halford Wyrmbane, who commanded the army in the Felwood Forest theater, his first reaction was that this group of rebellious navy bastards must have drunk too much again. !

This is not to blame for the inertial thinking of the human marshal. After all, Felwood Forest is located inland in the west-central part of the continent, separated from the Black Coast adjacent to the sea by a mountain. No matter how high the sea tide is, it cannot affect Felwood.

And if Felwood is in danger of flooding, it means that Ashenvale will be submerged first. This is not in line with mortals' inner understanding of this world. However, after less than 30 minutes, the Ashenvale theater stationed The orcs on the coast of Zoram also reported the same news, which immediately attracted the attention of the army in Felwood.

Under the order of Marshal Halfer, all the legions abandoned their luggage and rushed to the highlands at the fastest speed, and less than 3 hours after this order that made the grassroots commanders puzzled was issued. The soldiers in Felwood Forest witnessed a terrifying scene that would only appear in a fairy tale.

seawater!

The sea water mixed with terrible shipwrecks crossed the mountain range between Darkshore and Felwood in a climbing gesture. Between the beating of the heavy tide, the peaks of the Darkshore mountain range were easily beaten It fell, and then thousands of tons of seawater howled down the western mountain range of Felwood Forest in a cascading manner.

Forests, rocks, and buildings left by night elves and demons were completely submerged in the endless noise of the flood.

This terrifying scene shocked almost everyone. In less than an hour, almost the entire human empire, orc tribes, and even goblins knew about the great changes in the northwest of Kalimdor. Yes, amidst the turbulent tide, there are endless nagas riding the tide. Those disgusting soft-skinned snakes have never been so arrogant as they are now. Their first move after emerging from the tide , is to start an indiscriminate attack on all surrounding opponents.

And the coalition forces that lost most of their supplies could barely fight against the huge number of Naga on a few high ground battlefields, and if the terrible tide didn't recede, in at most four hours, the entire ground of Felwood Forest might be completely destroyed. Being completely submerged... At that time, the coalition forces trapped on the isolated island in the water will not be able to persist until the arrival of reinforcements.

The same predicament also appeared in the Ashenvale War Zone, but the terrain of the Ashen Valley determines that the terrain of this place is not flat, and there is enough space for the entrance of the mountains and rivers adjacent to the sea, which makes the Ashenvale War Zone in the face of the raging ocean. When the tide is high, there will be more reaction time. The civilians in Astrana, the night elf city in Ashenvale, have begun to move as quickly as possible to the Stonetalon Mountains, which are completely enclosed by mountains and have no threat of floods.

At least until the end of the transfer, the army in the Ashenvale theater has no possibility to rescue the army in Felwood Forest... The terrible queen of the Naga wiped out all the terrain advantages of the coalition army by herself, and found At the most favorable terrain, even if the coalition forces have the idea of ​​counterattack, they do not have enough strength to realize such a change.

And in such a bad situation, the only good news for the coalition forces is...the main force of the Naga went to Mount Hyjal immediately following the tide, that is to say, before the Naga took advantage of the situation to defeat the night elves Well, the coalition forces trapped in the sudden flood can still survive for a while, but considering the dire situation the night elves are facing now, this time may not be too long.

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In the territory of the Elven Empire, this mountain range is just a featureless frontier.

The coquettish Queen Azshara leaned lazily on her luxurious throne of the deep sea, riding the tide, and she and her guards came to the mountain at the junction of Felwood Forest and Mount Hyjal almost unimpeded. , this pass, which the demons failed to capture despite countless casualties, fell into the queen's hands in less than 30 minutes under the impact of the tide.

The queen's actual location at this time has already arrived in Mount Hyjal. She looked at the towering world tree Nordrassil in the distance, and she said with some disdain:

Tyrande couldn't get rid of her unbearable barbaric habits after all. She and her proud people lived in trees, abandoned the rich legacy left by the elven empire, and returned to the wilderness with a gesture. Self-defeating...Sometimes I can't understand how my empire could fall in the hands of such a wild girl.

That's only because the traitors have a little bit of luck, my lord.

A naga sea witch in light armor stood respectfully beside the queen's throne, her blue eyes gleaming with malice, and she carefully flattered her moody queen:

They never dared to confront you head-on, they only played tricks that would not stand on the table, but now, they have to face you, and I also believe that the despicable Tyrande will eventually kneel down in front of you, I beg your forgiveness.

Um.

Azshara doesn't care about this blatant flattery. In fact, she doesn't like the sea witch who is good at using tricks and tricks, but helplessly, her most beloved and most capable maid, Vashj, has died in the In the ambush against Dailin, Nazjar, the mistress of the tide, also died in the same place as Vashj.

Those are the two most important subordinates of Queen Azshara. Now the sea witch Arcee who replaced them is still a little less capable. Even the ability to speak such beautiful words is much worse than the previous two maids.

But, there is no way.

Azshara sighed somewhat sadly. In the explosion of the Well of Eternity 10,000 years ago, she and the entire Golden Azshara Highborne were washed into the deep sea by the energy of the explosion. Her powerful magic The teacher is naturally not afraid of surviving in the sea and the endless energy oppression, but her loyal servants can't do this. signed the contract.

Azshara did not disapprove of the so-called God, nor did she succumb to it, because this queen once faced the extremely powerful Dark Titan Sargeras, who would dare to call herself a God in front of Sargeras? Woolen cloth?

So what was signed between the queen and the ancient god named N'Zoth was a contract of equality. Queen Azshara's servants and the queen herself accepted the power of the twisted thing and reshaped its dark empire for it in exchange. , that twisted thing will shelter Azshara's people and help Azshara rebuild her elven empire.

This was just a stopgap measure 10,000 years ago, but the problem is that Azshara underestimated the extent of N'Zoth's corruption of his loyal followers... Accepting the void power of the ancient gods is extremely The corrosive power distorted the beautiful bodies and faces of the Highborne, turning them into dark monsters under the abyss, and the body changes didn't make much sense. The most terrifying thing was the distortion of the soul by the void.

Introduced the wise highborne into the abyss of the soul... As a result, after 10,000 years, Queen Azshara did have a deep-sea army that could subvert the world, but she did not have a good enough commander Come to command them, the vicious and cunning sea witch beside me is not as wise as ten thousand years ago, she has completely become a mouse living in the dark, and the only thing she can do is to treat Ai Sarah herself was infinitely loyal.

But the queen would rather she be an ambitious commander with a big picture... Loyalty, what's the point of just being loyal?

Hey... go ahead and keep changing the tide...

The queen sighed again, and handed the tide scepter to Arcie, the mistress of the sea witch, who respectfully took her hands in her hands, and then led a team of capable royal guards into the icy sea water behind her.

Azshara was lying on her throne, and she was planning to get rid of N'Zoth's control after taking revenge for the hatred of destroying the country 10,000 years ago. She had to bring the naga out of the deep sea, Find a suitable place to build a kingdom on the ground. In the past ten thousand years, she has already begun to study the power of the void. Maybe she only needs a few specific items to get rid of the curse of the high elves, and then rely on her loyalty subordinates to rebuild their elf empire.

Maybe... Mount Hyjal in front of me looks like a good place for initial development.

The more she got in touch with N'Zoth, the more Queen Azshara despised the so-called ancient god hidden in the deep sea... In her opinion, N'Zoth was ambitious and good at tricks, but this ancient god The direct power is not enough, so I can only play some things that are not on the table, and the queen has heard about the deeds of mortals beheading the ancient god C'Thun in Silithus, since they can do it once, they can definitely do it to the second.

Do you want to find a way to use the hands of those mortal warriors to get rid of this serious trouble?

The queen's bewitching eyes narrowed, maybe after the mortals get rid of N'Zoth for her, she will kindly reward them with some land... As long as they are willing to kneel down to the elf empire, this is not something that cannot be discussed, After all... 10,000 years have passed, and the times have changed.

Azshara!

At this moment, a shout full of anger and killing intent echoed in the valley of Mount Hyjal. This familiar voice made the queen stop thinking. She propped up her body with her dark red tentacles, and then looked Looking playfully at the night elf army rushing out of the chaotic Mount Hyjal valley, and the moon goddess priestess leading the army riding on the white frostsaber.

Tyrande Whisperwind, a traitor in the eyes of Azshara, a shameless person.

Look who's here...

Between the lapping of the icy tide and the ecstatic gaze of the endless naga, the hoarse voice of their mighty noble queen resounded like the tide among the mountains of Mount Hyjal:

Isn't this my favorite little Tyrande? Remember? In my palace, I once admired your beauty, as pure as a blooming lotus. Unfortunately, at that time, I couldn't See through your heart.

The queen supported her body with her tentacles. Behind the red crown-like fins on her head, her long silver-white hair was fluttering in the wind of Mount Hyjal. From her scaly face, she couldn't see much. resentment, she seemed to be telling an insignificant past story.

As many stories say, the king mistrusted the wrong person... The empire I built collapsed, and the people I loved died in that disaster. I wanted to protect them, Tyrande, I really want to protect them...but I can't.

Azshara looked at the angry Tyrande, her eyes turned from sadness to indifference:

Just like you now, you can't protect the 200,000 Kaldorei elves in Darkshore. Their bones are hidden deep under the icy sea, just like our ten thousand years of time. Listen! Did you hear that? Tyrann De, your people are weeping.

The queen's last words became as cold as a knife, and they were heard clearly in the ears of every creature present:

Betrayer! Slayer! Do you... feel my pain ten thousand years ago?

The undisguised malice and icy aura spread across the battlefield of Mount Hyjal like the coldest ice blades, making Tyrande, who commanded the two legions here, tremble all over, not because of fear, but because his heart finally The anger that could no longer be tolerated, and the feeling of being hit by Azshara.

As a ruler, the most disappointing thing is not the failure of foreign wars, nor the rebellion among the people, but the incompetence and cowardice that cannot protect the people when disasters occur. For the soul of every ruler, Both are near-destructive blows.

But Azshara's behavior was too cold-blooded.

Just for revenge on me alone, Azshara...just for revenge on me alone!

Tyrande drew back the white-feathered war bow behind her back. With the power of the High Priestess of the Moon flowing, the evening on Mount Hyjal was completely covered with swaying stars at this moment, and the voice of the High Priestess of the Moon was mixed. With a trembling:

You just killed 200,000 innocent lives...How dare you say that you are not a tyrant! How dare you say that you are a qualified queen? You...you crazy!

The coming of night did not make Azshara and her soldiers feel afraid. The elf queen who was ten thousand years ago just waved her hand lightly, and the night star scene summoned by Tyrande seemed to have never appeared before. ...At the moment when the swaying stars dissipated, Azshara's playful voice sounded again:

Revenge on you? No, no, no!

My poor Tyrande, flooding Darkshore is not revenge on you... It's just a trivial trick for me to punish the betrayer, and what happens next is the real punishment for you!

The queen casually flicked her nails inlaid with ruby ​​gemstones, she suddenly asked softly:

I heard that your favorite husband, Malfurion Stormrage, is missing?