MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1808 34. The copy of the ancient battle is officially opened, please open up wasteland

   Chapter 1808 34. The copy of the ancient battle is officially opened, please prepare your own potions for the members of the wasteland group

   "Failure? No, I don't see any failure."

  In Queen Azshara's gorgeous court, the Great Demon was very unhappy with the Queen's arrogance. Since it became the commander of the Burning Legion, few mortals have dared to question it so arrogantly.

   But Ake is well aware of the importance of this powerful woman to the master's great cause.

   More importantly, although most of the power of the Well of Eternity behind it is used to support this world-class portal, Azshara, the master, can still mobilize the remaining power of this magic well.

   Once the Defiler's answer infuriates Azshara, it and its demon minions can easily fall into the awkward situation of being beaten by Azshara.

  No wise person would take the initiative to put himself in a predicament of possible humiliation, so Archimonde rolled his huge eyes and answered patiently:

   "Those rebels who stood in the way of the Master's great cause were but the least vanguard of the Legion, and I have sent my lieutenant, Tichondrius, to the battlefield of Governor Suramar.

   I will personally sit in Azsari Sin, and the mighty Malonus will be your sharp minion.

   Her Majesty the Queen, tomorrow!

  I promise, when night falls tomorrow, you will hear the news of victory.

   The city of Suramar, which disrespected your decree, was only the first, followed by Erethalas and Sandara, and then the whole splendid empire will return to your rule again.

   The lowly and ignorant night elves will cry out to their gods to save them, and we will cruelly reject them, the world will become pure, and it will be the power heaven that the master promised to bestow on the perfect high elves.

I promise, those bugs that bore you will be swept away, whether it's troll pandaren, or dragons and guardians, or any other strange civilization, they will all be wiped out under the onslaught of the Legion !

   The whole world will surrender at your feet.

   You will see.

   This is also what the owner wants to see. "

   "Well, your ability to outline a lie of hope is as powerful as your power, it seems that Lord Sargeras will still choose some smart people to manage his legion.

   But that’s it.

   When I become your new master, I will send someone to teach you how to speak to a noble, your manners are terrible, Lord Archimonde.

   Also, your promises are best done on time. "

   Azshara waved his hand and said expressionlessly:

   "I've never been very patient, go on with your work, demons, and also, restrain your beasts, don't disturb my people, they've worked hard for the operation of this portal.

   I don't want to see my servants being mistreated.

   I only remind you this time. "

   While the queen and the great demon were talking, on another platform of the palace, a group of exhausted upper elves nobles were enjoying a short rest here.

   They are sleepy one by one. Since the portal opened, their followers who are good at magic and extremely loyal to the Queen have been maintaining the portal and expanding it.

   This job is so urgent that the noble nobles have to go out in person on weekdays.

The Queen    may think that it is the Highborne who are working hard for their bright future, but it is clear that not all Highborne have the same expectations for that promised "future" as their Queen.

In the silence, a pale-faced noblewoman leaned on her staff and looked at the gate of the world in the distance with a look of hatred, and whispered to the handsome leader standing on the balcony overlooking the Well of Eternity Say:

"It can't be dragged on any longer, Dath Remar, we are all exhausted, those demons use us as lowly magical animals, they trample on our dignity, ignore our efforts, if Azshara asked them not to kill We, I'm afraid those hateful whips have been drawn upon us.

  We must act, the demons are increasing, the mad queen is attracted by the shameful future, and she can no longer see the crumbling empire under her feet.

   Also, our 'friends' out there are not necessarily able to stop the growing army of demons. "

   "Patience, my lady."

The great noble Dath Remar Sunstrider stared at the platform where the Empress was, and with the flaming headgear he was also taking time to rest to gather strength, he watched the widening world rift above the beautiful Well of Eternity, and those from The violent demons rushing out of the rift.

   He said softly, expressionlessly:

   "We only have one chance. It is not yet time to activate. The more the spellcasters forced by Azshara to serve the demons are squeezed, the more restless their resistance and resistance will be.

   Mad Azshara will turn them into our allies.

  You have also seen the increasing power of the demons. Our once foolish loyalty made us miss the best chance to prevent the disaster. We must save some strength to save all this.

   Also, hide those civilians.

  Don't be discovered by the demons or Xavius's son-in-law, and then send someone to contact Ravencase and give him all the information we got and the assistance we can find in the outside world.

  Rebels must persevere.

   We have a chance only if they win. "

"Um."

The    lady noble seemed to be very convinced of His Excellency Das Reema, she immediately summoned her servant to send the news, and at the same time, a team of queen guards entered the platform for rest.

  , the captain of the queen's guard, Varosen, knocked on the table indifferently, and said to the group of nobles who were staring at him indifferently:

   "Have you enough rest? Your Excellencies, it's time to work."

   "Varosen, your shameful face is disgusting!"

  A high-level elf noble couldn't help it, he sarcastically said:

   "How many bones did Lord Xavius ​​give you? For you to maintain such a loyal service, to whom are you allegiance? Your Majesty Azshara, or that shameless **** who has already knelt down to the devil?"

   "Your question is meaningless. Lord Xavius ​​is deeply appreciated and trusted by His Majesty Azshara. To obey Lord Lord's orders is to serve His Majesty."

  The cold and powerful captain of the guards put the whip in his hand on the table with a blank expression, and said to the questioning noble:

"On the contrary, your question itself seems to represent disloyalty. Her Majesty has given you strength, wisdom and a bright future, and everything she does is to shape a paradise for us, the perfect Highborne. .

   And you dare to question the Queen's decision!

   Maybe I should put you in the kennel to feed the dingoes of Haka, so you can reflect on your loyalty. "

"you dare!"

The threat of   Varosen immediately aroused the hatred of the nobles, and a large group of the Highborne who were resting here stood up, their fists clenched, and some people had already drawn their staffs.

  The guards behind the captain of the guards also unsheathed their swords, and the atmosphere suddenly turned gloomy and cold.

   "Enough, gentlemen, don't let the devil read our jokes."

  Das Remar Sunstrider recovered his senses and scolded:

"We should serve the Queen wholeheartedly, that is our duty, let's get to work. Also, Varosen, put away your arrogance, Xavius ​​has never been a good leader, and you should see this clearly. a little.

  You question our allegiance, and I advise you to examine your own allegiance. His Majesty Azshara has not surrendered to the devil, but Xavius ​​has begun to fall into fel energy.

  You are the Queen's Guard Captain, not the devil's bastard! "

The words of the great noble made Captain Varosen's face change slightly, but he didn't say much, just made a gesture to let the guards put away their weapons, and watched the Sunstrider lead the group of disgruntled nobles out. This platform for rest, return to their post and cooperate with those demon wizards to continue to widen the gates of the world.

   Looking down from this height, it is easy to see that the entire Well of Eternity is full of nodes for casting spells everywhere, and the high elves under the queen's command are already full of them.

The former nobles are now serving the Queen's great cause just like the lowly servants. The Queen thinks this is a manifestation of loyalty, but Varosen knows that the dissatisfaction has been rapidly fermenting, but it has been concealed by Lord Xavius. down.

  The loyal Varothan felt that he might find an opportunity to remind his noble majesty.

   The promised future is beautiful, but if it goes on like this, it can only make the most loyal high-level elves of the empire detached, which is not a good thing.

—

   "The demons are attacking!"

The shrill shouts echoed above the defense line of the Great Temple in the darkness of dawn, along with a harsh horn sound, and the slightly changed face of Lord Ravencrest rushed out of his tent, in this moonless place. Under the gloomy night, he could clearly see that the sea of ​​demons that had stopped for two days had changed again.

  Dark green meteorites fell from the sky in the shadows, illuminating the earth and letting the sentries see the tide of destruction rolling forward.

  The spellcasters on the towers around the Temple of the Moon have sent the message that an unprecedentedly large mind has appeared in the command system of the Demon Legion.

  The Great Demon finally appeared on the battlefield.

   This means that the weakest link of the demon army has been replenished, which also means that the most tragic war has already begun.

   There is no need for the high lord to issue an order. All tactics have been discussed and determined in the past two days. Now that the battle has reopened, the commanders of each department will advance according to the previous instructions.

  The steel golems transported from Suramar City were activated, and these five- or six-meter-high behemoths stepped on the ground and roared forward under the drive of the golem masters.

They will be the sharpest swords of Lord Ravencrest, and the fearless warriors will follow the golems and begin to rush out of position, and the mage towers are also in operation, holding up before the first wave of fel meteorites falls. Heavily shielded.

   Elisande and Arya Bluemoon were teleported from Suramar to the front line a few minutes later, and under the command of the two great arcanists, the spellcasting system on the Elven Resistance Army also worked quickly.

   This is probably the only advantage the rebels have.

   Thanks to the promotion of arcane magic in the elven empire in the past thousand years and the existence of the world's wonders like the well of eternity, the number of spellcasters in the elven empire is outrageous.

   Even compared to the army of demons that was rolling in at this time, the magical power of the rebel army still had the upper hand.

   As long as mages can convert their magic into direct combat power, demons can't think of breaking through the defense of the Great Temple so easily.

But Lord Ravencrest is a commander-in-chief. His art of war turned into a commander's intuition, which constantly warned him in his thinking. .

   After noticing that the demon vanguard attacked the main formation of the Great Temple, and also divided two flanking legions to bypass the front to attack the weak point of the defense line, the high lord quickly came to a conclusion.

  Can't hold it!

   During the two-day stalemate, reinforcements from both sides entered the field.

   But the reinforcements on the side of the elf resistance army are far from being comparable to the number of demons. After two days of fermentation, the number of demons in the Suramar Plain has exceeded the limit that the Great Temple can withstand.

The flanks at both ends of the    front are untenable.

   And don't expect the tall city walls temporarily shaped by magic to stop these vicious destroyers.

   "Elysander!"

   Ravencasse yells:

"Go to rule the Great Magister and let her take someone back to defend Suramar. The demons are about to cross the line and attack the city behind us! My soldiers and I will stay here to hold down the main force of the demon army, and we will give her as much as possible. Buying time, she must complete the Nightwell's defensive shields before we die in battle.

   That was the last chance for the rebels. "

   The order of the great lord was quickly conveyed to another mage tower, and the great mage prepared to leave the battlefield that was about to become **** on earth through the portal without hesitation.

   But when she turned around, Elya Bluemoon reached out and grabbed her wrist.

   With the help of the mysterious disciple, she took a nap for a while. Dean Lan Yue, who had replenished her energy, stared at Elisande's obscure eyes. She warned very seriously:

   "Don't be clever, Elisande, even if you want to stay out of it, you have to pick a good time. If we lose, you will be the next loser. Do you think Azshara will spare you, the rebel?"

   "I don't know what you're talking about, Ms. Blue Moon, maybe the pressure of the war has gotten you out of control."

  The Great Magister said expressionlessly:

   "I'm just following the orders of the high lord, now, let me go!"

"up to you."

  Ms. Lanyue showed a strange smile on her beautiful face. She waved her staff and whispered:

   "But what I want to tell you is that Ravencrest and I's biggest trump card is not here, it's right in Suramar City, you can of course try to abandon us, as long as you can bear the heavy price.

  You are a smart man, Elisande.

  A wise man will not abandon his last straw at this time. "

   "I repeat, my allegiance to Lord Ravencrest is well known, my duty to Suramar and my people is in my heart, and I stand against the tyrant Azshara.

  I, Elisande, are not secretly planning any conspiracy against the rebels! "

  The Great Magister said very seriously:

   "You are only misled by your personal prejudice and hatred in your heart, Lanyue, like you, I am a heroic resistance soldier. I don't know and don't want to know what you are talking about."

   After finishing speaking, Elisande took his followers through the portal and returned to the Tower of Darkness. The moment he fell into the hall he was familiar with, the stern-faced Great Magister let out a sigh of relief.

   She said to her own loyalist behind her, the astrologer Aitaus:

   "Close the magic guide rune immediately, push the Eye of Aman'Thul into the Night Fountain, and activate the Night Well in the normal way, we don't have much time."

   "Mistress, in this case, we will have to wait at least seven days to re-enable the runes."

   The astrologer hesitated, and whispered:

   "The coalition forces outside may not be able to hold on for another seven days. You have also seen the demon's offensive. This time they are not just saying hello as they did last time.

   Once we miss this opportunity, Suramar may be”

"I know."

   Elisande stared gloomily at the night sky that was about to dawn in the distance. Under that dark night, a large number of flying demons had already appeared in her field of vision.

  The Great Magister sighed and said:

   "Arya Lanyue has never been a liar, I would rather believe that she has arranged enough power in the city to make a comeback. In this case, acting rashly is only a dead end.

  We have offended the shrewd Queen Azshara, and we can no longer lose our only support.

   I don't like to leave everything to fate.

   But now, we have to gamble. "

   "I see, Mistress."

   The astrologer nodded, and quickly took the mages away from here to the Nightwell. I don't know if it was an illusion, Elisande suddenly felt a burst of relief at this moment.

   Black, who was hiding in the shadow behind Elisande, also felt relieved.

   He withdrew the divine blade composed of the dark moonlight that had been resting on the back of the Great Magister's head, and looked at Elisande in front of him with an admiring look.

   As expected of a guy who can leave a name in history, this skill of jumping left and right has turned into a survival instinct, and he can capture the most critical information at a critical moment and adjust his plan decisively.

   is indeed a wise man.

   It seems that tonight when the War of the Ancients really broke out, there is no need for another tragic corpse before dawn in this gorgeous city of Suramar.

   (end of this chapter)