Everyone was suffocated when they heard this, but Regan immediately added: "Now that the enemy is in darkness and we are clear, we still don't know how powerful C'Thun is, but the general configuration and dispatch of the coalition forces are clear.
We can't hide it from those cunning Qiraji, so even before we actually fight, we are already at a disadvantage."
"Liaofeng...could it be that those bugs we crushed to death were all fakes?" an orc officer muttered unconvincingly.
"Of course it's not a fake, but it's not worth mentioning to C'Thun!" Regen shook his finger and explained, "I wonder if you have noticed that after these few days of confrontation, although you have won repeatedly, the number of alien bugs
But it has not decreased, but there is a feeling of endless killing."
Roxas nodded beside him and said: "That's true. My team just wiped out an insect nest a few days ago and set fire to it. But I didn't expect that a scout came to report today, saying that there was another insect nest in that nest.
A lot of insect eggs have appeared, and it is estimated that there will be a bigger wave of insects in a few days!"
"Is this happening? Why have you never mentioned it to me before?" Saurfang's eyes narrowed, and he looked coldly at his subordinates. A group of big and thick orc officers all touched their heads in confusion, and they seemed to be confused.
These are guys who report good news but not bad news.
Regan smiled slightly and explained: "Be patient, the key to Lord Saurfang's matter is not whether to conceal it or not. You must know that the reproductive ability of the mutant insects has always been terrifying. Even if the generals inform you of the news, you can still
Can you come up with a solution in a moment?"
"Indeed, we can't." Saurfang frowned and shook his head.
"That's it!" Regan smiled and raised two fingers, "There are two real focuses of attention on this matter! First, the aliens appearing on the surface at this moment are not the main force of the Qiraji, but are used to
Cannon fodder that consumes the effective strength of the coalition forces! No matter how hard we try to encircle and suppress them, as long as the culprit C'Thun still exists, they will crawl out of the ground in an endless stream,"
"Second, since the coalition forces are in an extremely disadvantageous position at the moment, we should not be passively defensive and go back and forth in vain to put out fires like a fire brigade. The so-called best defense is offense. Now the coalition forces should do the opposite and actively seek to
A decisive battle with the worms!"
Saurfang nodded slightly and said: "General Regan's strategy is exactly what I want. Instead of continuing to waste time with the bugs, it is better to go directly to their lair to compete with Nak'Thun!"
"Yes, fight them to the death directly!" The orc officers responded one after another, "What the hell are the ancient gods, tell those bugs to look up to the iron fist of the tribe!"
"Everyone, please listen to me." Just as the atmosphere in the hall was rising, Marlis suddenly spoke, "Of course what General Regan said is not bad, but at the moment if you want to fight the main force of the bugs, there are still some problems.
Difficulties need to be solved…”
Saurfang signaled his subordinates to stop making noise and made a gesture of invitation to the elves: "I would like to hear the details."
Marlis nodded silently, walked to a window and pushed it open. From the commander's hall located at the highest point of the fortress, you can clearly overlook half of Silithus, and the ancient city of Ahn'Qiraj in the southeast and the sealed
Its beetle wall is also faintly visible
"There is the battlefield where countless night elf warriors and dragons shed blood thousands of years ago. After paying an extremely painful price, these terrible races that threaten the lives of mortals were sealed on the other side of the high wall with great sacrifice."
Everyone followed Marlis's fingers and saw that on the outskirts of Ahn'Qiraj, a huge wall composed of rocks, gravel and giant tree roots surrounded the ancient city, separating this ancient and evil city from the outside world.
It is airtight and isolated. Looking from a high place, you can still faintly feel the actual transparent magic barrier. Even flying insects with wings cannot escape from it.
"This beetle wall was transformed by three powerful dragon princes. When they realized that the night elves and dragons could not completely eliminate the beetle people, these respectable creatures paid the price with their own lives.
In the yellow sand of the sky, the flesh and blood condensed into an indestructible high wall..."
Marlis recounted the tragic battle a thousand years ago. Everyone in the hall, including Regan, who knew a little bit about it, was amazed by the feat. Even the orcs and the night elves were now in awe.
There are still endless disputes, but as a race that respects warriors, they also make no secret of their respect for these pioneers.
"It's touching and admirable..." After a long while, Saurfang said sincerely, "I never thought that those seemingly aloof dragons would shed their last drop of blood for our common homeland...
It's a pity that they are not here now. Otherwise, if we could unite with these powerful races, our chances of winning would be a little better."
Marlis shook his head: "I'm afraid you will be disappointed... Even if they can appear in Silithus at this time, they will not have any contact with mortals, let alone let them help the coalition attack Ahn'Qiraj."
Roxas asked curiously: "Weren't they a coalition of night elves before? Why did they stand by and watch us?"
Marlis sighed slightly: "As for the cause and effect of this matter, I have to mention an old incident from that year..."
To the west of Cenarion Fortress, there is an abandoned elven ruins called Southwind Village, where the young bodies of many druid warriors were buried, including the body of the current Archdruid Fandral Staghelm.
Only son - Varastan
During the hottest days of the Battle of Quicksand, the night elves' defenses were distracted by one thing and another. Emergency news came from almost everywhere. Nanfeng Village, the rear area of the army, was also besieged by the swarm of insects. However, Fandral was already in a state of distress.
With no troops to send, I almost wanted to abandon this key town.
At this moment, his young son Valastan stood up, hoping to lead his own troops to rescue. Although the Archdruid was worried about ten thousand people, he could not refute: after all, his son's request
It is legitimate, and you must not show any favoritism just because he is your closest relative.
In this way, the young elf general led his troops to Nanfeng Village for rescue. However, he did not expect that he would fall into the trap of General Lajax, the Qiraji general, to surround the area for reinforcements. It was a very simple but extremely effective strategy.
All the reinforcements and local guards were torn into pieces by the bugs, and Valastan, who was brought to the front of the battle line against the elves by the bugs, was torn into two pieces by the cruel and cunning general Rajax, and was thrown
Arriving in front of the grief-stricken Fandral
The fertility rate of night elves has always been low, and Fandral's only wife died in childbirth when giving birth to Valastan. The guilt he felt for his wife and the responsibility of being a father made the archdruid particularly love his only son, seeing that he regarded himself as life.
His flesh and blood were tortured and killed by the enemy, and one can imagine Fandral’s inner anger and grief.
At the end of the Battle of Quicksand, the dragons sacrificed their lives in exchange for victory, and when Anachronos, the bronze dragon prince, handed over the key to controlling the Beetle Wall, the Quicksand Scepter, to Fandral, the great man who had lost his heir.
But the Druid broke out completely: he threw the scepter angrily and smashed it into pieces on the beetle wall. After that, the once wise Arch Druid's temperament changed drastically. Not only did he stubbornly want to find a way to let his son die,
And the way to resurrect, and at the same time vowed that he would never do anything for the worms, dragons and Silithus again, because they were all responsible for the death of his son.
Grief and pain have changed Fandral's character - perhaps even more than his character. Since Valastan's death, he has made many tough decisions, and has become more and more hasty and arbitrary. Starting hundreds of years ago, he would not allow it.
If others question his decision, many night elves see this as a sign of his confidence, but others think he is too arrogant. Due to this irresponsible hastiness, his relationship with the Moon Temple has become increasingly bad, and even
There is no leader in the alliance who is close to him.
During the previous leaders' meeting in Stormwind City, the archdruid also obstructed the sending of troops to Silithus in many ways. Finally, at Tyrande's insistence, he had no choice but to agree to send a ranger force. This shows that he has no intention of sending troops to Silithus.
How deep should Lissus' resentment be?
"So, the Beetle Wall can't be opened through normal channels at all, so won't our active attack plan also be ruined because of this?" Roxas asked with a frown.
Marlis nodded solemnly: "That's right! The Beetle Wall was built by the most powerful Moon God Priest and the Dragon Mage at the time. Its strength is incomparable to any man-made thing. It would be like trying to open it with violence.
In Arabian Nights!"
A group of orc officers hurriedly swallowed the words they had not yet spoken. It was obvious that these guys had the idea of "abnormal ways".
"In that case, does Lord Marlys have any good suggestions?" Saurfang pondered for a moment and asked.
The elf shook his head sadly: "I'm sorry for my limited knowledge. Although I also participated in the Quicksand Battle, I really don't know much about this iron wall made of Mo's power..."
As he spoke, he suddenly paused and seemed to remember something, "Uh... but I heard Natalia say before that there was a moon priest named Shiroma who was the leader who presided over the summoning of the entire Beetle Wall. I believe her.
The research on this wall is clearer than all of us. Maybe by finding this priest, many problems can be solved..."
"So...where is this priest now?" Havers asked, who had not spoken for a long time.
Marlys thought for a while and answered uncertainly: "I heard what Natalia said, because Master Fandral broke the alliance with the dragon, the chief priest representing Tyrande's crown was very angry with Archdru.
Yipo complained, so she did not return home with the elven army, but chose to travel on the mainland, hoping to find a way to solve the insect threat..."
"Traveling the mainland?" Everyone couldn't help but feel disappointed, but Marlis paused and said again
"However, the insect wave broke out recently. Some soldiers who knew her said that they saw the figure of this priest in several large nests... If nothing happens, she should be in Silithus at this moment!"