Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

The rout of Satyr made the situation on the battlefield clearer.

Under Malfurion's steady command, the werewolf gradually lost its vigor after the initial explosive growth.

Without the harassment of satyrs, druids can finally focus on dealing with werewolves.

These violent twisted creatures were eventually defeated by the druids who manipulated the power of nature, and they were tightly bound by thorny vines one by one.

"Roar!!"

When Andrea walked up to one of the gray-haired werewolves curiously, the guy still wanted to bite someone dishonestly.

"You are hungry?"

Andrea took out a small linen bag from the space backpack with a smirk, and stuffed it into the werewolf's mouth.

"Come on, open your mouth."

"Woo! Woo? Woooooooooo!!!"

Following instinct, he bit the linen bag in his mouth, and the semi-liquid substance inside flowed into the wolf's mouth.

An unpleasant stench came out of his mouth, and the surrounding werewolves subconsciously moved their bodies away from this compatriot.

It didn't take long for the unlucky werewolf to roll his eyes and pass out. This strong stench is undoubtedly a torment for werewolves with keen senses of smell and taste.

The corner of Fandral's mouth twitched as he looked at the fainted werewolf, "What did you feed him? Why is it so stinky?"

"fertilizer."

A mysterious smile appeared on the corner of Andrea's mouth, "Pure natural fertilizer without chemical components, this is a good thing, a sharp tool that can further increase food production."

"...I always feel that it is not a good thing, so I will not ask about its specific ingredients."

The partial battle in the Saussaen Canyon ended here. Although the appearance of the werewolves caused many accidents, with the support of the Moon Night Town army brought by Andrea, they finally defeated Sartre's house-stealing troops without any risk. .

As soon as the battle was over, Tyrande, who was furious, brought his personal guards to the Sorsarn Canyon at the foot of Mount Hyjal.

Seeing Andrea, who was walking side by side with Youya Youzai and Fandral, Tyrande's eyes seemed to burst into flames, and he rushed to Andrea in three steps at a time and began to spit wildly.

"Andrea Moon Shadow! You actually sent out an army without permission! Do you want to rebel?!"

Andrea frowned and blocked her ears with her fingers, and the loud screams of the enraged Tyrande resounded everywhere.

Malfurion was observing the scythe captured from the werewolf form of Ralaire Burnfang at this time. Hearing Tyrande's hysterical scream, his eyes showed helplessness.

"Keda and Shaoen, I will leave this place to you for the time being. I will go and see the situation over there."

After handing over the job of guarding the werewolf to the two apprentices, Malfurion turned into a white stag and jumped to the center of the quarrel.

But rather than saying it was a quarrel, it might be better to say it was Tyrande's unilateral venting of anger.

Andrea stood there with her chest folded indifferently, while Fandral looked impatiently at Tyrande who was burning with anger.

"Tyrande! Say a few words less."

Tyrande's hysterical curses were interrupted by the Archdruid's displeased murmur.

"If Andrea hadn't led the reinforcements to arrive in time, once Saraen summoned Kazloga without hindrance, it would be hard to say who would win this battle."

Tyrande's face was a little distorted, and he looked at Malfurion with an uneasy expression in disbelief.

"Could it be that he is allowed to lead his private soldiers to run around without hindrance? What if he has something wrong in his heart..."

"Oh~"

Finally, Andrea couldn't help but sneered and said, "Don't use your power-hungry thinking mode to apply to other people."

‘If I really wanted to seize power, why did I take the initiative to leave Anarchis? You don’t think you can beat me with your three-legged political struggle level, do you? "

"you!"

Malfurion stretched out his hand with a headache to stop the dispute between the two of them that was about to erupt, "Enough! Tyrande, please shut up first, and Andrea don't say a few words."

"In the name of the Archdruid, I authorize Moonnight Town's military operation to be legal. However, if similar crises occur in the future, it is best to obtain the official permission of Anakis in advance."

Seeing that Tyrande still wanted to speak, Malfurion said forcefully, "That's the end of this matter, we have more important things to deal with right now."

Andrea curled his lips and stopped talking, and Fandral was also somewhat dissatisfied with Malfurion and Mud's speech.

Although Malfurion sternly stopped him from continuing to find fault, Tyrande's gloomy eyes never left Andrea.

"Sure enough, I was missed, it's really troublesome..."

Although she wasn't afraid of Tyrande, Andrea was somewhat upset when she thought that she would often try to find trouble in the future.

...

As Malfurion said, while the satyr's elite shock force had been defeated, there was still much to be done now.

The first thing is to deal with this group of werewolves. After all, they are all fellow Druids. If possible, Malfurion still hopes to wake them up from their endless anger.

The other is the unfinished battle in northern Winterspring.

The line of defense deployed by the main force of the Sentinels outside Falling Star Village was crumbling.

Although Shandris and Lunara tenaciously held back the main Sarty troops who wanted to go south to support Saraen, no one was sure how long they could last under the absolute disadvantage of numbers.

Not only is the number disadvantaged, it is different from Sartre, who has a half-demon physique and is not afraid of the cold.

The severe cold climate of Winterspring made the night elves who lived in the blessing area of ​​the World Tree all the year round very uncomfortable. The originally nimble skills of the dryads also seemed a little clumsy in this snowy valley.

If the satyr of the ruins of Keslier hadn't angered the blue dragon of Methoril, the situation of the sentinel troops whose supply line had been cut off would have been even more difficult.

Andrea, who was in a bad mood, ignored Tyrande's ubiquitous gloomy gaze. After the dust of the battle in Sossain Canyon settled, he handed over the command to Leticia and asked her to lead the army of Moonlight Town northward to Falling Star Village support.

Leticia, the ghost elf, also saw that something was wrong with the atmosphere here, so she honestly led the army away, leaving only the confident Andrea to continue discussing with Malfurion and others on how to cure the werewolf.

The news of Saraen's defeat and death spread as the troops from Moon Night Town rushed to the front line of Falling Star Village, and the morale and mentality of the two warring parties underwent a completely different change.

The worry-free sentinel troops and natural allies in the rear erupted with a strong will to fight. On the contrary, the morale of the Sartre army, whose leader was killed and all strategic goals were lost, was low, and even an atmosphere of disharmony gradually grew inside.

The satyrs that Saraen took away were all the most elite soldiers in the clan, but this adventure attack on Mount Hyjal almost wiped out the entire army.

Without the big mountain on his head, the small thoughts in the hearts of some Sartres who were originally evil-minded are being infinitely magnified.

With the assistance of 20,000 troops from Moon Night Town, the difference in strength between the two sides was finally not too big.

With one side's morale high and one side's own ghosts, the situation on the battlefield in Falling Star Village began to change.

At this time, Andrea happened to enter the Emerald Dreamland for the first time with his mentor Malfurion, Fandral and other senior druids.