Traveling through World of Warcraft

As night falls, the Undercity is shrouded in darkness, exuding an eerie and mysterious atmosphere. The towering city walls and ancient buildings are shrouded in black shadow, giving people a depressing feeling. Torches were lit on the streets in the city, and the orange-yellow firelight illuminated the surrounding buildings and streets, bringing a touch of warmth to the dim city.

In the central square of the Undercity, there is a huge fountain. The water from the fountain shines under the night lights, bringing a touch of coolness to the entire square. Around the square, there are many sculptures and buildings of the forgotten, which look more mysterious and solemn under the lights at night.

Walking along the city and the gate, Chen Yu's eyes were set on this small town.

The town of Deathstroke at night was shrouded in eerie darkness. Under the dim moonlight, the buildings in the town looked dilapidated and strange, like sleeping giants.

In the center of the town, the tall clock tower is particularly eye-catching. Its hands flickered faintly in the darkness, seeming to announce the passage of time. However, every time the bell rings, there is an inexplicable chill that makes people shudder.

The street lights emitted a dim yellow halo, illuminating the roads of the town. But the light seemed so insignificant in the endless darkness, as if it could be swallowed by the darkness at any time.

The night in Deathstroke Town was extremely quiet and lifeless. The windows of the house were closed tightly, and no light came out, as if all the residents had disappeared into the darkness. The night wind blew quietly, and the cold air rushed towards my face, mixed with the smell of decay and death.

On nights like this, the entire town of Deathstroke seemed to be an abandoned world, without warmth or hope. There is only the endless darkness and silence, which makes people feel extremely depressed and frightened.

Sylvanas and Chen Yu stood behind Deathstroke Town, surrounded by dilapidation and desolation. Traces of the war can be seen everywhere. Collapsed buildings, burned vehicles and incomplete walls all tell the story of the suffering this town has suffered.

Before them stood a bombed-out church, its spire collapsed and the statues of its clergy mutilated. Chen Yu stared at all this quietly, his eyes full of dullness and sadness.

Sylvanas looked at Chen Yu and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Why are you staring at all this?"

Chen Yu turned his head and looked at Sylvanas. His voice was low and hoarse: "This town has experienced the devastation of countless wars, but it still stands. The cruelty of war is heartbreaking, and it brings Only destruction and misery will come.”

Chen Yu pointed to the ruins and wreckage around him and continued: "Look at these statues with broken arms, they seem to be telling the pain of the past. In the war, ordinary people became innocent victims, and they lost their loved ones and homes. , were forced to be displaced. The children lost their childhood, and their eyes were filled with fear and helplessness. The old people lost their support and spent their later years in the flames of war."

Sylvanas' face became heavy, and she knew the cost of war. She said softly: "War not only destroys cities, but also destroys people's hearts. The pain and trauma it brings will accompany people throughout their lives. We must work hard to avoid war and bring peace and tranquility to people."

Chen Yu nodded, his eyes firm: "Yes, we cannot forget the cruelty of war. We must work hard to bring reconstruction and hope to this town, so that people can live a happy life again."

Sylvanas and Windrunner looked at each other, their hearts filled with desire for peace. They hope that the shadow of war will never cover this land again, allowing the sunshine to shine on people's faces again.

In the dark night sky, a flare suddenly flashed across the sky, like a meteor piercing the dark night. It drags a bright tail and shines with dazzling light, illuminating everything around it.

The light of the flare was like a bolt of lightning, instantly piercing the silence of the night sky. Its path left a bright trail in the night sky, like a bright silver thread hanging from the sky. As the flare rose, its light spread, illuminating the land below.

Under the illumination of the flares, everything became clearly visible. The outlines of buildings, the shadows of trees, and people's faces are all clearly outlined by this light. The whole scene is like a lit stage, everything becomes bright and vivid.

The flare's glow didn't last long, however. Over time, it gradually weakened and eventually disappeared into the night sky. Its tail gradually dissipated, like a fading dream. Finally, the flare disappeared completely and the night sky returned to its original darkness.

The flashes of flares pass and disappear like brief, dazzling moments that leave a lasting impression. Its appearance broke the tranquility of the night and brought a brief moment of light and hope. That moment of light, although short-lived, is unforgettable.

The tribal commander stood on the high ground, waved the flag in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Advance as a whole, maintain the formation!" His voice was loud and firm, and it spread throughout the battlefield.

Under the command of the commander, the troops began to move forward in an orderly manner. The soldiers wore uniform armor, held various weapons, and walked in neat and powerful steps, like a well-trained steel behemoth. Their eyes were firm and their faces were serious, full of determination to fight.

The entire army maintained a tight formation, and the soldiers in the front row held shields, forming a solid line of defense. The soldiers in the back row held their spears tightly, ready to attack at any time. On both sides of the formation, the cavalry galloped, keeping alert, ready to outflank the enemy at any time.

The troops move like a sophisticated machine, and every soldier knows his or her position and mission. They matched each other's pace tacitly and maintained the overall rhythm. Every step is taken with firm determination, and every movement is filled with power.

Under the command of the commander, the troops shot straight towards the enemy's position like a sharp arrow. Their footsteps echoed across the ground like thunder, and their neat formation gave people an unstoppable sense of oppression. The enemy looked at this mighty force and felt unprecedented pressure.

Advance as a whole and maintain your formation! The tribal commander led his troops towards victory with unparalleled courage and determination. Their walking state shows their training and fighting will, making people full of awe of their fighting power.

The warriors of the orc tribe are extremely brave. With weapons in hand, they rush towards the position of the Forsaken rebels. Their roars mixed with the clash of weapons to create a deafening sound.

Not to be outdone, the Forsaken rebels used a variety of dark magic and poisons to fight against the orcs' attacks. Their spells flew across the battlefield, unleashing deadly energy that inflicted massive damage on the orcs.

In this fierce battle, both sides showed extremely high fighting skills and courage. They attack each other, trying to overwhelm each other. The battlefield was filled with thick smoke, and the ground was littered with corpses and wreckage.