"There are still enemies?" Kurdran pulled out his war hammer.
"No need to be nervous, it's just an enemy without any threat," Regan stopped the dwarf, walked to the hellfire giant that had lost power, and pulled out the long sword stuck on its forehead. With this action, Suprey
Mus's originally flashing blue eyes quickly dimmed, and the flames on his body gradually extinguished, eventually turning into a pile of rocks without any sign of life.
"His Majesty the High Priest is indeed very fast. Regan is deeply impressed." The knight bowed slightly towards the big hole that was opened.
"Your Excellency General, you are too modest..." A slightly urgent but charming female voice came from inside.
As the dust from the wall dispersed, Kurdran could gradually see the scene inside clearly - he saw an extremely large Naga general standing in front of the cave with his eyes wide open, holding a halberd in his hand.
He was raised high, but a penetrating wound on his chest, about the size of the bottom of a bowl, clearly indicated that he had lost his life forever.
"Your Majesty Tyrande!" The dwarf knight looked solemn and nodded in salute to the night elf woman standing next to the Naga holding a bow. It was obvious that the one who killed Naga was naturally the moon god Ellu.
The chief high priest of grace
"No need to be polite, Knight of Kurdran," Tyrande looked a little tired, but her battle leather armor still made her elegant and beautiful, "I'm glad to see you two here."
"It is our honor, Your Majesty the High Priest," Although the dwarves generally do not like the arrogance of the elves, as the embodiment of forgiveness and grace, Tyrande still has a good reputation among all the tribes in the alliance, so Kurdran's
His words were also quite respectful, "I don't know when you came to Shadowmoon Valley. Why didn't you inform me to go and greet you?"
The priestess smiled slightly and said: "I just arrived... Thanks to the help of the Shatar Guards, I was able to break into the temple. If they hadn't blocked the pursuers from behind, I'm afraid this big guy wouldn't have been able to just sit there and die."
It turned out that when Tyrande led the sentry troops to the Black Temple, he happened to encounter the Sha'tar Guard who were at loggerheads with the Karabor defenders. At the request of the Naaru Ciri, the sentry troops decisively joined the siege and helped.
The Sha'tar broke into the ruins' defenses and entered through the waterway of the temple.
However, the temporarily retreating Karabor defenders were not destroyed. Instead, they organized a counterattack under the leadership of the blood elf demon hunter Varedis, blocking the sentry troops and Sha'tar guards at the entrance to the waterway.
Seeing this, Ciri made an immediate decision and decided to block the Sha'tar to prevent the opponent from entering the waterway, while Tyrande led the sentry troops to continue advancing, trying to capture the temple before the Illidari reinforcements returned.
As the high priest of the moon, Tyrande is naturally experienced in the battlefield. Knowing that this decision must be made at the moment, he detached some elven warriors to help Sha'tar secure the entrance, while he led another elite team to attack the guards of the temple's waterway.
The leader - a powerful warrior general from the Naga tribe, the high-ranking warlord Naintus
Few people know the origin of this huge naga. Most of the veteran Illidari soldiers only remember that this cruel and bloodthirsty guy followed Vashj before Illidan became the Lord of the Dark Temple.
Served by a demon hunter
His famous weapon is the sharp halberd in his hand, which often splits his opponent from head to toe in battle. He uses the enemy's blood and internal organs as sacrifices for his comfort weapon. There is a tattoo on the Naga's right arm.
A giant coral-like spike embedded in his body. Whenever he encounters an opponent of comparable strength, he will launch this powerful hidden weapon to severely injure the opponent.
In the battle to siege Magtheridon, the number of demons killed by Naintus was staggering. He even took the lead into the Dark Fortress before Illidan issued the order to attack. All enemies who dared to stand in front of him
They were all stabbed to pieces by his halberd and spikes.
This battle made Naintus famous and even Illidan admired him very much. After occupying the Black Temple, Illidan asked Vashj and Kael'thas to each leave half of their troops to garrison in the Black Temple, and he named them.
Naturally, Vashj did not dare to disobey Illidan's orders to keep Naintus, so Naintus stayed there forever as the guardian of the Black Temple.
Over the years, Naintus' body and personality have changed due to long-term land life. Because he has not been soaked in sea water for a long time, his scales have lost their original aqua blue color and have begun to turn gray. His eyes have also been affected by long-term exposure to sea water.
After being exposed to the devil's breath, he began to turn blood red. He became violent, irritable, and even more ferocious. Any enemy who dared to invade the Dark Temple would be torn into pieces by him first.
"The battle went well, but some of the sisters in the Sentinel Force were seriously injured, so I asked most of them to stay there to take care of the wounded." Tyrande's tone was not serious, but Ragen spoke from the few behind her.
Followers can see that the battle just now was not as easy as the priestess said
"Don't worry, Your Majesty the High Priest," Kurdran patted his chest and said, "After we capture the entire temple, we can go back and pick up your injured subordinates."
Tyrande's eyes twitched slightly, and he forced a smile and said: "Then I'll leave it to the two generals.
"Our honor, Your Majesty the High Priest!" the dwarf replied, "But having said that...Illidan's strength is not weaker than ours. The final battle is uncertain, and I think you don't need to take the risk here..."
"Ahem," Regan suddenly interjected, "With the help of His Majesty the High Priest, our chances of success will naturally be greater. Why not do such a good thing?" The knight patted Kurdran on the shoulder and said to
He blinked and said, "There's no need to worry too much. I think Your Majesty Tyrande is well aware of this."
Without waiting for the dwarf to react, Regen turned to the night elf and said, "It just so happens that Sophie hasn't seen the priestess for a long time. She must be very happy to see you here."
"That's true," Tyrande smiled, "I haven't seen her for almost half a year since we last parted... This girl is the same. Even if she gets married, she should go back to her parents' home from time to time."
"Haha, you'd better tell her about this yourself. I don't dare to talk too much in front of her." Regen smiled slightly and led Tyrande toward the orc battlefield, which was almost coming to an end.
"Bind those who surrender, and kill those who try to escape!" Herod stabbed an orc who tried to sneak into the main hall to report with an ax, and ordered loudly, "Shout twice if you know the orc language, and you will abandon your weapon without killing him."
, give preferential treatment to prisoners!”
"Stop talking nonsense, Herod!" Sophie drew her bow and arrows, and shot down several orcs who were stubbornly resisting. Basically, after seeing the strength shown by Regen, the dragon-maw beast's body lost the courage to resist.
, either surrender or escape. Very few people are stupid enough to fight against the completely superior Alliance army.
"Major, all the resisting orcs have been wiped out, and there are only fifty-two who abandoned their weapons and surrendered. They have all been tied up." A soldier ran over excitedly and reported loudly.
"What's there to be so happy about?" Herod glared at him, "The general had already cleaned up the stone lump and had been chatting with the high priest for a long time! You idiots are just a group of people.
The orcs who look like losers have been beaten until now!"
"Forehead…"
"Okay, Herod, I didn't see you working harder than the soldiers!" Regan walked from a distance and waved to the surprised Sophie, "Look who's here."
"Lord Tyrande!" the elf cheered, dropped his longbow, jumped over, and hugged the smiling high priest, "Why are you here, sir! Oh, I can't be dreaming!"
"
Tyrande looked at Sophie with a face full of adoration, poked her forehead with his finger and said: "You! If you were dreaming, I wouldn't let you little girl see me! If you have a man, you will
My sister has been forgotten, and I haven’t seen you return to Darnassus for such a long time.”
"Uh..." Sophie stuck out her tongue and looked embarrassed, "It's mainly because I don't have time. If I had time, why wouldn't I go to Darnassus?" She waved Tyrande's hand coquettishly.
The elf whispered, "Also, Ragen and I have discussed that the wedding will be held in Teldrassil, so that the great World Tree can witness our love!"
Tyrande touched her little sister's hair happily and sighed: "Okay, my sister will definitely attend your wedding..."
"No, you have to be the one to officiate!" Sophie said reluctantly.
"Okay, the officiant is ready..." The priestess glanced at her angrily, but her eyes clearly contained joy and pampering, and even...a hint of self-harm and self-pity?
At that moment, Regen suspected that there was something wrong with his eyes, but after blinking twice, Tyrande's expression was still as elegant and gentle as usual, without any of the strange emotions just now.
"Your Majesty the High Priest, little girl Sophie, this is not a place to talk. We will have plenty of time to reminisce after completing the task," Kurdran saw Regan shrugging at him, knowing that this young colleague with tracheitis was
He didn't dare to come forward and talk too much, so he could only murmur in his heart and give words of advice:
"Sorry, Knight of Kurdran," Tyrande patted Sophie on the head and said apologetically, "It is true that there are still business matters that need to be dealt with, and it is really inappropriate to continue to waste time...Then let's move on now."
"Everyone, wait a minute," Regen suddenly said from the side, "Although the main hall of the Dark Temple is in front of us, I think it is best to formulate a set of strategies to prepare for emergencies. After all, up to now, we are still in the enemy's position.
In a state of darkness and light, we still don’t know what is waiting for us in the temple..."
"That's right," Sophie also calmed down at this time, "Supposedly, many orcs fled into the temple just now, but how come no reinforcements have shown up until now?"
Tyrande and Kurdran's hearts tightened slightly, and they looked at the main entrance of the temple at the same time. Under the deep night sky, the huge doorway looked like a dormant monster, waiting for its prey with its mouth wide open.