Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

Due to Neltharion's own interest, most of the equipment in the treasure house is either plate armor or melee weapons, and most of them can't be used when the hair arrives...but as long as the hair arrives, it will be fine.

Andrea is not an archaeologist, so she cannot identify the role of each of the remaining debris in the treasure pile one by one.

Time was running out, so he simply packed all the treasures into a space package at one time, and waited for the war to end before slowly counting them.

Andrea, who returned with a full load, left the lair through the back door exposed by Nefarian, went back to find a drogbar near the main door, and asked him to bring a word to Iglul.

"Wait patiently. Now is not the best time to unseal the Holy Hammer. When the dust of the Burning Legion's invasion settles, I will definitely find time to come to Highmountain again and help you get rid of Deathwing's enslavement."

Although ugly in appearance, drogbar is a good ally with a gentle nature. If they can be liberated from Deathwing, it may play a big role in Andrea's future layout.

On the way back to Hemane Village, Xalatas, who had been alone in the treasure pile for tens of thousands of years, couldn't bear the loneliness and kept talking to Andrea.

"Andrea, do you really believe that little black dragon will rebel against his father?"

"As far as I know, Neltharion, who was corrupted by N'Zoth, is very cruel. He will not hesitate to attack anyone who shows his will against him, even his own children."

"how is this possible."

Andrea laughed out loud, "That little slicker thought I didn't see his plan, he was just trying to get away as a cowardly gesture."

"I didn't want to kill him at first, and I didn't think that what I said before would be effective in a short period of time. At best, it was just a seed that hadn't germinated in Nefarian's heart."

There was a strange smile on the golden eagle's face, "As the ancient gods, you should be very good at subtle inducements, right?"

"Although it's just a seemingly inconspicuous move, once Nefarian is pushed to the limit by that crazy dragon... Hehe, it will be a good show."

Xalatas himself is also a guy who likes to make trouble, and he immediately became interested when he heard Andrea's black-bellied speech.

"Interesting, as expected of my lord..."

"Ok?"

"Excuse me, as expected of Your Excellency Andrea, it seems that I won't be bored after following you for a long time."

...

Hun Gaoling looked at the black dragon scales that Andrea casually threw on the table, and asked first, "That is to say, the black dragon army staying at Gaoling has no intention of attacking us?"

Andrea, with her legs crossed, shrugged, "If Nefarian, the Black Dragon Prince, is not lying, this is the truth."

"They have no interest in attacking the tauren, and Neltharion has not given them relevant orders. As long as you don't take the initiative to tease the black dragon, they should not have nothing to do to attack you."

Peyton Bloodtotem stood up from the animal skin chair, "Then what are we waiting for, let's send troops! An unprecedented battle of glory is waiting for us!"

Saren Hemane, who was still very reluctant, looked at Gewen Tianjiao, who had just returned from a feather, and the two exchanged glances, but they seemed to be unable to reach a consensus.

Gowen raised his hand and said, "If this special envoy of the night elves can be responsible for his words, I agree to send reinforcements. The final battle is related to the survival of the entire world. Now is not the time for us to be alone."

The chieftain of the Linti clan, Kuran, is an old tauren who looks very meek. In the past few days, Ke Da has worn his lips and made a lot of promises before he was finally persuaded.

Seeing that the situation has become clear, Kuran raised his trembling right hand and said with a smile, "I also agree to send troops. I heard that the pandaren in Pandaria in the south have also sent reinforcements. isolated?"

"you!"

Seeing that the two chiefs turned against each other in a short time, Saren Hemane was so angry that he didn't speak for a long time.

Hu En Gaoling nodded calmly and said, "Four to one, that's the deal. Please tell your subordinate clans to prepare for the battle immediately. Time waits for no one. Try to set off within three days!"

...

He found another way to solve the embassy problem. When Andrea was about to leave Highmountain, Ke Da kept secretly looking at him with weird eyes.

Andrea rolled his eyes helplessly, turned around and complained to Koda, "Is there anything strange about me? Why are you looking at me all the time? You're not obsessed with me, are you?"

The curiosity and doubts on Koda's face immediately turned into contempt, "Please don't feel so good about yourself, I just find it hard to understand your changes after amnesia, you are like a different person compared to before."

Andrea smiled noncommittally, "Now I don't have any memories of the past, and I am creating a new self every day. It is okay to say that it is a different person."

"never mind."

Ke Da gave up and shook his head, "I will continue to stay and urge the tauren to leave as soon as possible. You should go back early. I heard that the situation on the front line...is not optimistic."

Mentioning this question, Andrea's face became serious.

Although the special envoys of the Pandaren had already rushed to the front line to communicate with Jarod and other high-level officials through teleportation in advance, their large army had just entered Nazmir at this time, and the current battle situation on the front line was still supported by the night elf rebel army.

"I know, you should also push the tauren's progress. Don't let that unconvinced Chief Rivermane stall for time in secret. No one knows how long the front line can last."

...

When Andrea was sent back to the front line by the accompanying Highborne mages, there was silence in the barracks that could have been filled with cheers at any time.

Most of the soldiers who retreated from the front line to rest were wrapped in bandages. They sat tiredly under the tree, staring at the ground with dull eyes. The morale of the whole army seemed very low.

Xalatas' gloating voice sounded in Andrea's mind, "Oh~ I feel a strong sense of despair, is this army going to be defeated?"

He patted the scimitar on his waist heavily, and Andrea didn't answer its question, but pursed his lips and strode towards the main camp.

"Andrea?"

When passing by the camp of the Elune Sisters, a familiar voice came from a tent on the side.

Shandris, with a bandage on her shoulder, walked out of the tent with her left arm hanging. When she saw Andrea, she had a gratified smile on her face.

Instead, Andrea gasped when she saw the wound on Shandris's body, her useless left hand and the large amount of blood remaining on the bandage fully demonstrated the severity of the injury.

"Your injury..."

Shandris pretended not to care and smiled, "It's a small problem. I have received treatment from my sisters, and I can recover in at most three days."

"Santis, don't be brave."

Tyrande, with a bandage in his hand, walked out from behind Shandris with a complaining face.

After glancing at Andrea indifferently, Tyrande turned his gaze back to his lover.

"A broken hand is considered a small problem? If it wasn't for the timely treatment, you might not be able to keep your hand. Come here, and I'll change the bandage for you."

Shandris smiled wryly and waved her right hand to Andrea, "Sorry, I'll go find you when I'm free."

The two walked back to the tent, and Tyrande even put down the curtains.

Andrea stood there silent for a while, his fists gradually clenched.

"Andrea, was that girl yours just now?"

Xalatas' words calmed down Andrea, who was in a rush of enthusiasm, "...a friend who grew up with her since she was a child, I didn't expect her to suffer such a serious injury."

Turning his head to look at the almost endless types of demons on the outskirts of Xin Aisa Li in the west, Andrea said in a deep voice, "The loss is getting bigger and bigger, and it has gradually reached the point where the night elves can't bear it. We must fight this war as soon as possible. It’s time to activate the dark hands below.”

Thanks to the book friend "Magic Blood Method" for the reward.