Due to Nesario's own interests, most of the equipment in the treasure house is either plate armor or melee weapons, and most of them cannot be used even if they are erected... but as long as they are erected, it's fine.

Andrea was not an archaeologist and could not identify the functions of the remaining debris in the treasure pile one by one.

Time is tight, so he simply packed all the treasures into the space package at one time, and waited for the war to be over before slowly counting them.

Andrea, who had returned from a full load, left the nest through the back door exposed by Nefalian, and went back to the nearest of the main entrance to find a Zhuogbar, asking him to bring a word to Igruel.

"Wait patiently, now is not the best time to unseal the Holy Hammer. When the invasion of the Burning Legion is settled, I will definitely take the time to come to the High Mountain again to help you get rid of the enslavement of Deathwings."

Although he looks ugly but his gentle nature is a good ally. If he can liberate them from the hands of the Death Wings, it may play a significant role in Andrea's future layout.

On the way back to Hezong Village, Saratas, who had been alone in the pile of treasures for thousands of years, could not stand the loneliness and kept talking to Andrea.

"Andrea, do you really believe that the little black dragon will resist his father?"

"As far as I know, Nesario, corrupted by Enzos, is very cruel and will do anything to anyone who shows his will to resist his own will, even his own descendants are no exception."

"How is that possible."

Andrea laughed out loud, "That little slippery head thought I didn't see his plan. He just deliberately showed weakness and wanted to get out."

"I didn't want to kill him at first, nor did I think that the words before would work in a short period of time. At best, it was just a seed that had not yet germinated in Nefalian's heart."

The golden eagle smiled strangely on his face. "As the ancient god, you should be very good at subtle induction, right?"

"Although it's just a seemingly inconspicuous game, once Nefarian is pushed to the limit by the crazy dragon... Haha, there will be a good show."

Saratas himself is also a troublemaker. When he heard Andrea's black-hearted speech, he became interested.

"Interesting, I deserve to be my master..."

"Um?"

"I am so rude, I am worthy of being His Excellency Andrea. It seems that I will not be bored again during the long time I have followed you."

...

Hun Gaoling looked at the black dragon scales that Andrea threw on the table, and asked first, "That is to say, the Black Dragon Legion left to Gaoling has no intention of attacking us?"

Andrea, crossing her legs, shrugged, "If Nefarian, who is the Black Dragon Prince, didn't lie, this is the truth."

"They have no interest in attacking the Taurus, and Nesario has never given them relevant orders. As long as you don't take the initiative to tease the Black Dragon, they should not be idle and have nothing to do to attack you."

Payton Blood Totem stood up from the animal leather chair "Then what are we waiting for? Send troops! An unprecedented battle of glory is waiting for us!"

Saren Hejian, who was still very reluctant, looked at Gowen Tianjiao, who had just returned from a defeat. The two exchanged glances, but it seemed that they could not reach a consensus.

Gowen raised his hand and said, "If this night elf envoy is responsible for his words, I agree to send troops to reinforce. The final battle is related to the survival of the entire world. Now is not the time for us to stay safe."

The chief of the Linti clan, Kuran, is an elderly tauren who looks very gentle. Koda has worn out his mouth in recent days and made many promises before finally telling him.

Seeing that the situation was clear, Kuran raised his trembling right hand and said with a smile, "I also agree with sending troops. I heard that the panda people in Pandaria in the south have also sent reinforcements. We can't be isolated by the Kalimdo ethnic groups because of refusing to send troops, right?"

"you!"

Saren Hezong saw that the two chiefs turned against each other in a short time, and they were so angry that they couldn't speak for a long time.

Hun Gaoling nodded calmly and said, "Four to one, that's it. Please inform your subordinate clans to prepare for war immediately. Time waits for no one, try to start within three days!"

...

He solved the problem of missions in a different way. When Andrea was about to leave the high mountain, Koda kept looking at him secretly with strange eyes.

Andrea rolled her eyes helplessly, turned to face Koda and complained, "Is there anything strange about me? Why are you looking at me all the time? You can't be fascinated by me?"

The curiosity and doubt on Koda's face immediately turned into contempt. "Please don't feel so good about yourself. I just feel incomprehensible about the changes you have experienced after your amnesia. Compared to before, you are like a different person."

Andrea smiled unanimously, "I don't have any memories of the past now. I'm creating a new self every day. It's okay to say that I'm a different person."

"never mind."

Koda gave up and shook his head, "I will continue to stay and urge the Tauren to set off as soon as possible. You should rush back early. I heard that the battle situation on the front line... is not optimistic."

When talking about this question, Andrea's face became solemn.

Although the Panda envoy had already arrived at the front line in advance to communicate with high-level Galaud and other high-level officials, their large troops had just entered Nazmir at this time. The battle situation on the front line is still supported by the Night Elf Resistance Army.

"I know, you should also urge the Tauren to make progress. Don't let the unconvinced Chief of the River Pine secretly delay time. No one can tell how long the front line can last."

...

When Andrea was sent back to the front line by the upper elf mage who was on duty, the military camp, which could have heard the sound of shouting in full spirit at any time, was silent.

Most of the soldiers who retreated from the front line to rest were bandages wrapped around their bodies. They sat tiredly under the tree, staring at the ground with their eyes blank, and the morale of the entire army looked very sluggish.

Saratas' gloating voice sounded in Andrea's mind, "Oh oh ~ I felt a strong sense of despair, is this army going to be defeated?"

He patted the scimitar on his waist heavily, and Andrea did not answer its question, and strode towards the main business with his lips.

"Andrea?"

When passing by the camp of the Elun Sisters, a familiar voice came from a tent on the side.

Sandys, with a bandage on her shoulder, walked out of the tent with her left arm hanging, and when she saw Andrea, a light smile of relief appeared on her face.

On the contrary, Andrea gasped when she saw Santis' injury, and the amount of blood left behind her ineffective left hand and the bandage fully demonstrated the severity of the injury.

"Your injury..."

Sandys smiled as if he was not concerned, "Small problem, I have received treatment from my sisters and can recover as before in three days."

"Sandis, don't be too arrogant."

Tyrande, holding a bandage in his hand, walked out from behind Sandys with a complaint.

He glanced at Andrea coldly, and Tyrande turned his gaze back to his beloved disciple.

"Broken hands are a minor problem? If it weren't for the timely treatment, your hands would probably not be able to be saved. Come here, I'll change your bandage."

Sandys smiled bitterly and waved at Andrea with his right hand, "Sorry, I'll go find you if I have time."

The two walked back to the tent, and Tyrande also put down the curtain.

Andrea stood there silent for a while, his fists gradually clenched.

"Andrea, that girl was yours?"

Saratas's words calmed down Andrea, who was rushing to the blood for a while, "...A friend who grew up with her since childhood, didn't expect that she was also injured so seriously."

Turning his head and looking at the almost endless demons near the suburbs of Sin Azalie to the west, Andrea said in a deep voice, "The losses are getting bigger and bigger, and gradually reaching the point where the night elves cannot bear it. We must fight this war as soon as possible, and the secret tricks left before should be launched."
Chapter completed!