The main force of the anti-demon coalition who came to Argus at super-light speed to support the battle were confused as soon as they got off the ship.

In their imagination, Argus should be in a scorched doomsday world, fighting a life-and-death battle with a group of crazy demons roaring against the background of the strange steam rising from the evil magma and the green sun shining from the cracking world.

A tragic battle.

They were extremely sure that they would get a brutal war on Argus that was rare among the stars. They were fully prepared for this and everyone left a suicide note.

It can be said that these guys thought they were dead before they came here.

Some emotional guys even held funerals for themselves in advance.

But the fact is that there is indeed a scorching doomsday world in front of them, and there is indeed the vicious magma and a sky filled with green evil light that they imagined, and there are also some demons wandering in the wasteland.

But other than that, everything in front of them was completely different from the war the soldiers imagined.

What they saw was a grand banquet being held on the battlefield that had calmed down even though there was still smoke. The surviving forerunners were surrounding a long table built with the remains of magic mechas, and the funeral of the Vrykul.

Eat and drink like a party.

The wine barrels were placed aside, and the bandaged pandaren monks were barbecuing in the open air.

The dwarves and the orcs were drunkenly fighting, and even the elves, who had always been reserved, let loose and danced with the drunken Draenei little hooves under the light of the bonfire.

Facing the bewildered, heavily armed and full of fighting spirit of the main soldiers, the survivors celebrating their victory loudly shouted at them to come over to the banquet and told them loudly.

There are no more wars in Krokuun.

You are late.

It's over.

Hahaha, we are really awesome, right?

Of course, the arrival of the main force is a good thing no matter what. After all, after experiencing a big battle, almost everyone in the advance army was injured. Facing the demons who were fleeing in all directions, they were unable to pursue them and could only leave it to their exhausted morale.

But the Croku Breakers, whose combat power is very average, came to hunt down the enemy's remnants.

Although the demons have been dispersed, there is still a risk of them gathering again when they recover from their failure. Therefore, cleaning up these dangerous factors has become the first task after the arrival of the main force.

As for the guys who are drinking Dadan, they will be transferred to Mac'Aree, which is safer and has a better environment, to recuperate after the defense change.

Although the soldiers of the anti-magic coalition were a little disappointed when faced with this scene that made them laugh and cry, they quickly integrated into this grand banquet held in the name of victory.

Although I have been prepared to die in this battle, it is a good thing to be able to push back the date of death. By the way, I am listening to these guys who have obviously experienced a terrible war bragging.

Relaxed before the war.

In this lively atmosphere, the noble Princess Talanji rubbed her eyes and came to the table under the protection of several guards. She felt that she urgently needed to take a rest.

She had just finished presiding over the ceremony for the war dead. This was the strangest ceremony the Golden Princess had ever presided over as a priest of Loa.

Mainly when she was reciting tender and sad prayers, those war dead who should be commemorated stood expressionlessly in front of each person's grave to say goodbye to her.

They didn't think there was anything wrong with this sacrifice, and they came specifically to thank the Golden Princess for condescending to host the ceremony for them, but Princess Talanji couldn't adapt to it.

She felt that she needed to slow down.

As soon as she drank a few glasses of wine, she saw the dark prophet Zul and other big shots who came to the camp surrounded by the troll Loa warriors.

Compared to the other leaders in the crowd who were somewhat surprised, Dark Prophet Zul was very calm. The troll's old face still wore his trademark mysterious smile with a hint of insight.

It was as if he had predicted everything that happened in Krokuun on the spaceship.

"Little Talanji, I have brought a letter from your father."

The Dark Prophet smiled and accepted the humble prayers of some troll warriors around him. He casually gave troll-style blessings to these warriors who survived the cruel war, and sat down opposite the Golden Princess amid their cheers.

on the chair.

He looked at the entire military camp and said to the Golden Princess:

"Your father requires you to return to Azeroth immediately. As the sole legal heir of the Troll Empire, staying in Argus for a long time is too dangerous for your identity and status.

If something goes wrong with you, the empire that is about to be unified will not be able to bear it."

"I won't go back, at least not now."

The Golden Princess, who had personally experienced the battle of Crokun and killed several demons with her own ceremonial spear during the battle, now spoke much more powerfully.

Her Royal Highness's style has slightly changed to that of the rough warriors around her.

While grabbing a large wine glass and toasting to Commander Delaney not far away, he played with the demon head accessory he had just made in his hand, and said to the dark prophet opposite in a serious tone:

"Before I came here, before I participated in the war, I thought that I could just take a gilded turn in the disaster world of Argus and then return to my safe and warm palace.

But after I actually participated in it and won my first memorable victory in my life, I changed my mind.

My dear Zul, I must continue to advance with the coalition. I must set foot in the heart of the Burning Legion and see with my own eyes the moment of our victory in the terrifying Antoran wasteland.

That will be the best gift I can give to my upcoming career as Queen. As before, I need a shocking victory as my coronation glory.

But I deeply realize that just watching all this is not enough.”

Having said this, Princess Talanji glanced at the young emperor Varian Wrynn, who was putting down his pretensions as an emperor and casually sitting by the campfire and drinking heavily with the soldiers at the invitation of a group of human veterans.

She was silent for a few seconds, and then said to Zul, who was staring at her with bright eyes:

"All this will end, prophet, no matter how difficult or dangerous the era is, it will end, but after we pass the end, our lives and our stories will continue.

The postwar world...

What I mean is, if we can survive the demons' devastating counterattack, in that new era opened in the name of victory, the Troll Empire will face challenges that it has never faced in the past countless years.

The human emperor, the mountain king of the dwarves, the Azshara dynasty that is about to rise again, and even the united centaur barbarians, the next era must be the era of outstanding people!

But my father is now asking me to leave the battlefield on the eve of the decisive battle, asking me to stay away from the most glorious achievement that I may achieve in my life, and asking me to withdraw from the opportunity to fight alongside these outstanding men.

He's asking me to be a less eminent and more content queen."

The golden princess smiled disdainfully.

An arrogant and confident smile that she had never seen before bloomed on Talanji's face. She slammed the wine glass on the table and said to the smiling dark prophet in a disrespectful tone:

"My father is old!

He was content to be the chieftain of the Zandalar trolls but had no idea how to rule a complex empire, while I was grasping and learning the first priority of a ruler.

I want to establish my own majesty, Your Majesty the Prophet, do you also want to stop me from grabbing this precious knowledge?"

“What a wonderful experience!”

The Dark Prophet laughed and clapped his hands. He nodded with satisfaction, took something out of his arms, and handed it to Princess Talanji who looked surprised.

He said:

"Come, take this scepter of all spirits!

Your Royal Highness, from now on, you are the true commander of the Troll Empire in this battle. In addition, your father is not old, at least he is not so dim that he cannot see the changes in the world."

Zul said with a smile:

"I have brought all the divine warriors that the empire can gather for you in this short period of time, and I have also brought the inevitable mainstay of the future troll empire as your think tank.

If you want to make great achievements and win yourself a century of merit, then use them to your heart's content.

Let me introduce you, this is Wo'jin.

He is the most outstanding young man I have ever seen in my life. He once served as His Majesty Varian's assistant for foreign affairs and personally planned the destruction of the evil god tribes in Stranglethorn Vale.

He has deep and valuable connections in the Eastern Continent, and he is also my personally chosen successor.

After my death, Vol'jin will become the next candidate for the Dark Prophet and Chancellor of the Empire."

The Dark Prophet waved and asked a young troll behind him to come forward. From the tattoos on his body, it was easy to tell that this restrained young troll belonged to the Shadow Hunter of the Darkspear clan.

Princess Talanji looked up and down at this young man who didn't look outstanding, and then she heard the dark prophet's last words:

"Of course, with my recommendation, your father has agreed that Wojin will become your fiancé."

"What?"

The Golden Princess was so furious that she almost stuck the scepter in her hand on the old prophet's face.

I told you to make great achievements, but you want me to go on a blind date on the battlefield?

Are you old guys crazy?

Also, the weight of this all-spirits scepter is not right, it doesn’t seem to be the real thing!

Are you trying to fool me with fake goods?

What a courage!

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While the noble golden princess was being forced into marriage by the old men, in the command post, Tyrande and Malfurion, as well as Velen and Faol, were standing next to Jarod Shadowsong and Shandris.

Next to Yu Yue and the others.

These two unlucky mandarin ducks were sneak attacked by the ungrateful Archimonde in the previous battle.

A vicious curse was placed on Jarod that tortured his body and soul. Shandris sacrificed her life to save him, but ended up being implicated as well.

The curse imposed by a big demon through a sneak attack cannot be lifted by ordinary priests. It is so troublesome that even Tyrande finds it difficult.
To be continued...