New Order of Azeroth

The first to walk out of the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj was King Saurfang and his tribal soldiers. The original army of 42,000 people now has less than 20,000 left, with more than 50% battle damage. Everyone was injured. If it weren't for the shamans and witch doctors in the team who were desperately treating them, even this few people would not be able to get out.

King Saurfang was seriously injured. In order to help relieve the pressure on the soldiers, he fought against the Twin Emperors alone.

Although he defeated a strong enemy, he was almost blind in his left eye, and there were wounds all over his body. He was struck hard by a sword from his chest to his ribs, which almost cut him in half.

Two ugly bug-man heads he threw to the ground, and a huge two-handed sword, Kalimdor's Revenge, which he had captured, was now stuck in the rock as a trophy.

"I'm fine. Please go treat those soldiers first." He refused the treatment of several druids and stood as straight as a javelin.

Even if she is not a professional healer, Vanessa can see that King Saurfang has suffered a lot of physical damage. Not only the continuous battles, but also the whispers of the ancient gods, King Saurfang's physical condition has declined. A large amount, and this loss is permanent. This result is a bit cruel for a legendary warrior.

Is there any way to cure it? Vanessa glanced at Tyrande, who shook her head slightly.

If the tribal warriors were bleeding and suffering physical injuries, then the Alliance side was shedding tears and suffering spiritual injuries.

Duke Leoric von Zeldiger was helped out of the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj by soldiers. Many soldiers had expressions of unknown meaning on their faces. They were not fear, worry, fright, or any kind of negative emotion. No, it's more like a mixture of all the emotions.

There are not only negative emotions, but also positive things. Happiness is mixed with sadness, joy is mixed with depression, positive and negative, identifiable and indiscernible. The ancient gods implant the seeds of chaos into the hearts of every soldier. , they were confused, their expressions were numb, they had no idea what they were doing, let alone where they were.

When did the battle occur, with whom did the battle occur, when did the battle begin, and how did the battle end? They didn't know it, and the memories in their minds were extremely confusing.

The Dragon Legion also rescued three dragons trapped in the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj. They were the blue dragon Aregos, the green dragon Melinthra, and the red dragon Kelestraz.

In the Battle of Quicksand a thousand years ago, the three dragons volunteered to take the rear, but ended up trapped in the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj. The dragon army thought they were dead, but they never expected that they could persist for thousands of years.

Their injuries were also great. The three dragons were all in a daze when they were rescued. Vanessa focused on the blue dragon Aregos. This guy looked thick and big-eyed. Who could have thought of the future? He will take refuge in the ancient gods.

The dragons' physical and mental strength are stronger than humans, but they have been eroded by darkness for too long. Instead, the soldiers of the Seventh Legion regained consciousness first. They all lost part of their memory, including the memories of the ancient gods. Distributed in fragments.

They felt that they had only entered for a short time and had no idea that they had been fighting in the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj for three days.

"I don't think it takes that long? According to my feeling, it's only half a day, right?" Duke Leoric von Zeldiger said.

King Saurfang also talked about his feelings. He didn't think that his side had fought for three days. Fighting for three days without eating or sleeping? Isn’t this exhausting?

Could it be that the flow of time is different? Vanessa wasn't sure about this, and she didn't dwell on the issue of time.

"Oh, I remember I got a trophy. Where is it? I found it! It's here." Duke Leorick von Zeldiger's memory was also very vague. He only knew that he had been fighting and how he was defeated later. I have no idea how the enemy escaped.

"Who of you should I give this to? Or who of you wants it?" He took out a lavender strange object from his bag with a vertical pupil in the center and small milky white tentacles all around.

This thing is like a huge eyelid, with a diameter of more than fifty centimeters. It looks lifeless, as if it is just an ordinary flesh and blood tissue, but the rotten and heavy atmosphere within it can still be felt.

Damn it! Vanessa almost jumped up in fright, C'Thun's eyes?

She wouldn't dare to ask for this thing even if she had the guts to do so. What a crazy person would do such a thing as hair removal!

"No, no, cough. I'm relatively weak, so I'd better leave it to the high priest Tyrande!" Vanessa firmly refused, her attitude was extremely firm.

Tyrande was a little speechless. She could also see the essence of this thing. Her smile was extremely forced: "Let's leave it to the dragon army."

The dragons also shook their heads like rattles. How crazy must they be to want this thing? The best way to deal with this thing is to throw it back directly, but with the defeat of the ancient god, his prison was sealed again, and you can't find the entrance if you want to throw it back.

The dragons looked at Duke Leoric von Zeldiger with complicated expressions. It's so good. Why did you take this thing out?

"This is what you humans captured. I think it should be handed over to humans."

"No, no, human willpower is very weak. I think it would be more appropriate to leave it to the Dragon Legion for safekeeping."

"Then give it to the night elves?" "Your Highness Menethil, UU Reading www.uukansｈhu.net It's better for you to take it! I think finding a hundred priests can purify this thing." They pushed each other! No one dared to ask for it, and their attitude was very firm: no, absolutely no! In the end, Vanessa also felt tired. She pointed her chin toward King Saurfang in the distance. That meant leaving it to the Horde. After all, the Horde was the commanding force of this alliance. If Thrall couldn't purify this thing, , give it to King Saurfang and take it back to make soup to replenish your body!The news of the defeat of the Ancient God was not spread to the outside world, but the powerful ones at the top of the world could still sense it.Grandma Aegwynn knows it, Thrall knows it, and the Lich King of Northrend also knows it.Alsace has his own thoughts from beginning to end. He is not a puppet, let alone an energy container. He knows the existence of the Ancient Gods and also knows what kind of power the Ancient Gods represent.According to his distorted world view, the intelligent life of Azeroth cannot defeat the ancient gods because they have many conflicts with each other and fight every day over some unknown trivial matters.Alsace believes that only by killing them all, turning them all into undead, and using his own will to control everyone's will can he defeat the ancient gods. He has never changed, and he is saving the world.