The scorching sun at noon is scorching the endless yellow sand of Silithus, and all the moisture in the air seems to have been evaporated. No matter which direction you look at, you will only be hurt by the dense water vapor.
There is a giant insect nest outside the long beetle wall. It is one of the three large insect nests exposed on the surface of Silithus - the Zora insect nest was defended by the tribal troops who came here some time ago.
This area is to prevent the crazy silithid insects from ravaging the surface.
Outside the tribal camp, traces of fierce battles can be seen everywhere. The remains of the orcs were basically recovered by their companions, while the ugly limbs of the insects were exposed to the scorching sun, emitting bursts of pungent smells——
There is no need to worry about the impact this will have, because after a while, the yellow sand in the sky will cover it up, just like the dead in that battle a thousand years ago.
But at this moment, the survivors had no time to think about it. Several injured tribal soldiers were wearing bandages and making vulgar jokes to each other. Behind them, something was boiling in the marching pot, tempting them.
The scent of people wafts far away
The water vapor rose up, refracting two tall and blurry figures from the sand dunes in the north. When their faces could be clearly identified, they realized that they were two night elves, a man and a woman.
The female elf is dressed very simply and looks like an ascetic traveling through mountains and rivers, but this cannot conceal her delicate and slightly tired face and her earthly temperament. In any case, no one will mistake such a lady for
a refugee
The male elves next to her also have the same temperament, but they still give people a sense of majesty and power, as if the golden robe is wrapped in more than just an elf body.
"It's been a thousand years..." The two elves stared at the Beetle Wall for a long time. After a while, the female elf slowly said, "Until now, you still refuse to forgive us for our mistakes?"
The male elf shook his head and said: "You are wrong, Shiroma... I did not blame any allies who fought alongside us. On the contrary, in that battle, the bravery and fearlessness of the night elves shocked us too much until now.
, your deeds are still being circulated in the Cave of Time..."
"Then why do you insist on not giving the scepter to me? Do all the mortals in Kalimdor have to pay for Fandral's stupidity?" the female elf asked unceremoniously.
The male elf shook his head in embarrassment, but did not explain anything. From the conversation between the two, it is easy to see that the woman should be the Moon God Priest Shiroma who participated in the Quicksand War. After the victory of the war, she did not follow
Fandral returned to Darnassus together, but traveled across the continent to find a way to destroy the Qiraji, but he didn't know how he appeared in Silithus now.
Seeing that the other party was unwilling to answer, Shiroma continued: "Avoidance has no effect. The Anacros Qiraji have evil intentions, and there is an even more terrifying existence controlling them. If they are not eliminated for a moment,
If it is eliminated, the entire Kalimdor will not be able to live in peace for a moment... Is this what your bronze dragon clan wants to see?"
As expected, this well-established male elf turned out to be Prince Anachronos, one of the Five-Colored Dragon Aspects and the descendant of Nozdormu, the Guardian of Time!
Back then, Fandral was so sad and angry because of the death of his son that he destroyed the quicksand scepter that controlled the Beetle Wall. This not only cut off the hope of opening the barrier in a normal way, but also made the dragon clan who paid a huge price furious: Your son is dead.
It's true, but didn't the three dragon commanders, red, green, and blue, who came to support at that time also sacrifice their lives? If compared with the casualties, the dragons are really not inferior to the elves.
As the most proud creation of the Titans, the five-color dragon has always had a high regard for itself. Naturally, they did not give in to Fandral's actions that almost destroyed the alliance. They immediately decided not to care about the trivial matters between mortals and let you be happy.
, as long as you don’t sink the entire continent!
Anachronos was also very angry at the ignorance of the elves, and strongly agreed not to interact with mortals. However, in the past thousand years, the Qiraji's strange movements have become more and more frequent, especially in Tanaris.
In the lair of the Bronze Dragon, even if you want to turn a blind eye to this action, it is impossible: after all, as a mortal, Magatha can feel something unusual, let alone the guardian dragon who has been given great power by the Titan himself?
The bronze dragons were indeed angry for a while about Fandral's breach of contract, but their willfulness did not last long. When they discovered that there was another movement in the underground of Ahn'Qiraj, and that the power seemed to greatly exceed the dragons themselves, Anaclos refused to give up.
Labor, personally flew to Darnassus to seek aid
However, the bronze dragon obviously underestimated the oath Fandral had sworn. He actually refused to accept the great druid without even seeing his face. The dragon, who was already feeling humiliated by his humbleness, became even more angry and simply decided to
He even put aside the trip to meet the high priest Tyrande, and directly transformed into a dragon and flew away in the main elf city, which actually frightened the children in Darnassus a lot.
After this unknown episode, Anachronos decided decisively: to use the power of the bronze dragon clan to resist the Qiraji! Even if they could not defeat them, at least they would live up to the name of the Aspect Dragon!
Since the ancient war ten thousand years ago, Nozdormu, the guardian of time, has been in a state of rest due to a serious injury to his vitality. Therefore, most of the affairs of the clan have been handed over to Anachronos. His mobilization was in harmony with the Dragon King.
The order made no difference, so the Bronze Dragon dispatched almost half of its men, all of whom transformed into human forms and lurked in Silithus, waiting for the most suitable time to fight the insect-men!
But things immediately took an unexpected turn: just a few days ago, Anaclos received news that the Alliance tribes had formed a coalition to conquer the Insects. This was like giving the isolated and helpless dragon a shot in the arm.
!At this moment, Shiroma, who fought alongside him back then, also went directly to the Cave of Time in Tanaris.
Thousands of years ago, the Battle of Quicksand was a tragic victory for the Dragon Elf Alliance. Fandral also personally smashed the Quicksand Scepter in front of the battle. Almost all the survivors of that year were familiar with these things, but very few people knew that after the Quicksand Scepter was destroyed,
, all the fragments were collected and taken away by the son of the Dragon King in front of him!
Shiroma was one of the few people who witnessed this scene. Although she did not know whether the quicksand scepter could be restored, the magic power of the scepter itself came from the dragon. If it was worthless and was smashed into battlefield garbage, Ana would
Why did Cross take it away?
The only explanation is that the Bronze Dragon has a way to repair it!
However, when Siroma came to the door, the son of the Dragon King pushed him around and said that he was unwilling to take out the quicksand scepter. The wreckage elf had no choice but to follow Anaclos, without thinking of the dragon.
But he didn't object and even took her to Silithus with him.
"It's not that I don't want to give you the scepter, it's just that it's not yet time for a decisive battle with the insect-men..." Anaclos said helplessly, "Look at these young orcs, they are all blind and anxious, and they believe
How can I entrust them with such a reckless army when strength and blood can bring them everything?"
"Aren't there still Alliance troops to the west? Don't you even believe them?" Shiroma asked.
"It's not the best choice either..." The elf transformed by the dragon shrugged, "But right now there are not many options for us to choose from, so I hope to meet their coach directly and let these mortals cooperate with our dragon.
attack"
Siroma snorted: "As prejudiced and arrogant as ever... But as long as you are willing to hand over the scepter! Come, come with me to Cenarion Fortress. I heard that the commanders of the Alliance and Horde are there right now!
"
The giant dragon nodded and was about to move forward when suddenly a rapid horn sound came from the tribe's camp, "Woooo~"
The sound was short and impatient, obviously a serious warning of enemy attack.
Sure enough, within a short while, the tribe camp was in a frenzy. The soldiers who had just been eating all wiped their mouths randomly, grabbed the weapons around them and ran towards the gap in Zola's nest - there, another
Wave's alien bugs want to crawl out of the ground and tear all non-insect life into pieces.
"Boys, please work harder for me! Once we defeat this wave, we can take a half-day break!" the tauren commander shouted loudly, and the subordinates behind him responded and rushed towards the insects as if they were attending a banquet.
The gap in the surging tide, maybe when these tribal soldiers came, the so-called battle was just a relaxing dinner.
"These guys..." Not far from the battlefield, Anaclos and Shiroma were standing on a sand dune and looked down. They saw the orcs howling and attacking without taking the enemy seriously. The bronze dragon
He couldn't help but frown, this young race is really warlike and bloodthirsty...
Soon, the shadow of bugs appeared in the gap, endless bug-man troops began to pour out from the horizon, and the sky was covered by a large shadow.
The tribe's army shaman quickly released the bloodthirsty spell, covering a large area of the troops. The tribe soldiers who had been seeking a fight rushed forward and collided with the swarm of insects with claws and teeth, and the troll threw
Spearmen and archers also kept shooting at the insects in the sky. From time to time, insect corpses twitched and fell from the air.
"Hey, Su, you're in really good shape today. How many bugs have you killed?" an orc asked loudly to the troll soldier beside him, the battle ax in his hand not stopping at all.
"Not many, just a few dozen!" The troll threw the war spear in his hand and replied loudly, but when he saw the orc behind him, his eyes suddenly condensed, "Be careful!"
A flying insect with wings was raising its sharp forelimbs and piercing the orc's head!