"How many years have it been standing?" Azshara suddenly interrupted Dasrema and asked softly.

Dasrema knew that the Queen was referring to Sin Azalene and replied: "Go back to Your Majesty, two thousand three hundred years."

Because it is located in the central plain, even if it is hundreds of kilometers away, with the excellent vision of the night elves, it can still see the magnificent capital in the distance clearly in the rain. So far away, the towering spires filled with raging fires look as thick as hair. Rolling black smoke rises straight up into the sky, gradually circulating into the black rain clouds that are tilted upside down on the ground, and it is impossible to tell each other.

While talking, two more "hair strands" fell into the fire, rolling up dust in the sky.

"It took us two thousand and three hundred years to build Sin Azalene. Damn it only took us one day to destroy it..." Azalene said tightly with silver teeth.

Dasrema understood the Queen's mood very well. The city that continued to expand after its completion and finally had its glorious current city. However, the evidence of the Aofa civilization of the Kadore Empire was reduced to a piece of evil wasteland in just one day... Which night elf can remain calm at this time?

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for your own risk, but..." Dasrema wanted to speak but stopped. After a few seconds, he sighed and continued: "At this moment, we really need a prophet. He not only understands the demons, the Burning Legion, but also has powerful power. One person can be worth thousands of troops. What happened between you and him?"

The queen had a close relationship with the prophet, and it was no longer a secret in the palace. The palace mage and servants often saw the two traveling together in a close relationship. If Her Majesty, who was dealing with government affairs, suddenly asked the minister to do it for him, she would leave in a hurry. Needless to say, she must have gone to meet the prophet.

Dasrema was just confused. Why did the prophet never show up when he was a night elves and the queen suffered a disaster?

It has been two days since the war situation continued to deteriorate, and all the close ministers who knew the relationship between the prophet and the queen had changed from the beginning "not saying what should not be said, not asking what should not be asked" to be eager to ask for solutions, and even advised the queen, why not seek the help of the prophet? Because in people's eyes, if anyone in this world can help the night elves resolve this disaster, he would undoubtedly be the prophet.

"Ha...you won't want to know," Azshara laughed bitterly, then packed her expression and walked into the rain curtain. "The devil is attacking, be ready, court wizard."

Dasrema was stunned.

Before he could react, he saw a night blade leopard running towards him with mud and water. Before he could stop, the messenger above turned over and jumped down, and he didn't even care about saluting him. He didn't care about mud and water splashing all over him, and ran directly into the command camp.

"The demons are about to launch an attack, and the number is unprecedented. I am afraid... I am afraid that all the demons in the entire capital area will gather here..."

"What? Assemble the army immediately!"

So, the sound of low and long horns resounded throughout the military camp. After finally returning to the calm barracks during the battle, they became noisy again. The officers shouted and summoned the soldiers who had been sleeping and quickly gathered outside the military camp.

Dasrema then looked to the east. He saw a dark cloud moving towards this side at an abnormal speed. He narrowed his eyes and looked at it carefully, and found that the dark cloud was purely composed of thousands of flying Doomsday Guards and Demon Bats. He couldn't help but take a breath.

In the previous two days of battle, these doomsday guards were teamed with a team of hundreds of people, among which the mixed magic bats used their terrible maneuverability to launch attacks on the battlefield where the battle was in a stalemate.

Whenever they appear, the balance of combat power in the defense line will tilt towards the demon side. More than one night elves army has been destroyed. Therefore, these demon air force forces have always been the key reconnaissance targets of the front-line command post. Through spell reconnaissance that is consumed, they finally figure out their approximate number.

At present, the only air force that the demon deployed in the capital area has gathered on this battlefield. No matter how hard Dasrema does not understand strategy and tactics, he also clearly understands that perhaps this shows that the demon has concentrated all living forces and tried to solve the most tenacious night elves army in the capital's defense circle with one stone, and then turn around and remove scattered strongholds and defense lines one by one...

Below this dark cloud, there is probably an army of demons rushing like a tide on the horizon that cannot be seen.

With the decline shown by the night elves, such a decisive battle will surely come. But Dasrema never thought that it would come so quickly.

In the background of terrifying dark clouds, Empress Azshara, who was steaming with boiling magic, fluttered in clothes, like a rising bright moon, shining on every soldier below.

"Imperial Guards, prepare for battle!"

Dasrema breathed a sigh of relief, sent out a magic message to summon all the palace mages, and then followed a small team to the battlefield.

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"It's interesting, so interesting. Although he's just a mortal, he has the power of great order that mortals can't control. I now understand why he can get the favor of the Well of Eternity. And... he seems to know the world more than we do. Oh my God, when he was speaking just now, I really wanted to overturn the statements about 'historical changes' and 'Titan Sargeras' fall and kill all his compatriots', but I just couldn't find any loopholes. It's a pity that Nozdom is not here. If he knew that there were outsiders who knew better about the essence of the timeline than the Bronze Dragon, he would have been very surprised."

In the Dragon Mile Temple, the Blue Dragon King Marigos, who finally saw the "prophet", had a full of joy in his eyes, as if he had discovered something new that made him happy. The conversation just now had already made this guardian dragon who especially liked to explore unknown things and became deeply curious about Angma.

Under the guidance of the Red Dragon Queen Alextasa, Angma came to the Dragon Mile Temple and told the five guardian dragons that he had come from his origins - of course, it was the half-true and half-false words that had long been thoughtful and half-false: he returned to ancient times to find variables that can be changed, so that the world has more power, accumulate little to much, and compete with the final moments that will come.

It is also said that the ancient gods also noticed this change. The high-level guardian who refused to sit back and waited to restart Azeroth's guardian system, preparing to gather the corrupt Titan creations and the Dark Empire to start a new war while the attention of the mortal world was attracted by the Burning Legion.

However, Angma did not mention anything about Nesario's depravity, showing an illusion of ignorance of this.

Now that the conversation is over, Angma is led to the room on the upper floor of the Dragon Sleeping Temple to rest, while the five guardian dragons stay in the bottom temple, communicating the amazing information they have received.

"Marigos, this is not the time to say this." Isera reminded kindly, interrupting Marigos' chatter.

"Ah, sorry, I'm just...curious, you know. To me, that mortal and everything he said seemed to be an unknown mystery that needs to be discovered, which is so attractive." Marigos scratched his head with his huge dragon tail and said apologetically.

The Blue Dragon King has always been like this, and the guardians of the dragons have long been accustomed to it. Even though so many thousands of years have passed, it is so old that it is difficult to measure it with the time cognition of mortals, he is still like this, extremely optimistic and cheerful, and his curiosity about the world has never been reduced in the slightest.

This is Malygos' character. Compared to the solemn and majestic Nesario, he is not even like a guardian dragon. But everyone knows that such a side will only be revealed when Malygos faces his friends. In his own tribe, he is still the Blue Dragon King who is always sober and always rational.

"You won't really believe him, right? Just by these one-sided words, he is very powerful, yes, and has the ability to cross the timeline. But who can be sure that he has other plans?" At this moment, Nesario's eyes swept over his compatriots one by one and expressed his dissent.

Marigos comforted, "Don't be anxious, old friend. I understand your suspicion, and we should also question such a mortal. But if he really contacted Lai, the High Guardian, as he said, we will confirm all this after a while."

As expected, as soon as he finished speaking, a wide portal suddenly opened in the lower temple. After seeing the familiar figure walking out of it, the guardian dragons were still very surprised even though they were mentally prepared. Only a strange color that was not easy to detect was passed through Nasario's eyes.

"High-level Guardian, Lai." The guardian dragons nodded slightly, and showed necessary respect to the great giant who appeared in the Dragon Sleeping Temple, who once led Amansur's power to Azeroth, blessed the guardians of the bronze dragon king Nozdom.
Chapter completed!