"Where...where did you get this?"
The sentry captain's voice was slightly trembling. She had experienced much more than the sentries under her command, because she herself was a survivor of the ancient war.
She was just a little girl at that time, but she also witnessed her compatriots, friends and relatives being slaughtered by demons.
What she still can't forget is the terrifying figure standing in the middle of the burning city, grinning, and its bat-like wings that seem to block all light.
How she escaped from the burning city in the end was unclear, but her memory of the demon was always as fresh as new, and it even became her nightmare.
However, the head of the arrogant Demon King was thrown in front of her like the head of a wild dog. His face showed the fear and pain when her people were slaughtered.
"I cut off his head with my own hands because he wanted to harm my subjects." Arthas grabbed one of Mal'Ganis' horns, lifted his head, and held it in front of the sentry opposite.
"This...how is this possible...how can a mortal defeat..."
"But the fact is here, he died, died by my sword," Alsace's voice was cold, as if he was talking about a trivial matter, "But, I only killed one of them, they Others have fled here and are trying to summon their army of destruction.”
After listening to Alsace's statement, the sentry captain's surprise disappeared and was replaced by a thoughtful expression.
Indeed, even from the perspective of the night elves, the power of the orcs is very strange, because some time ago, the orcs were not the enemies of the elves at all, let alone challenge Cenarius.
When the two sides fought for the first time, under Cenarius's offensive, their chief was no match at all. He was completely different from the violent orcs who were like demons after that.
The night elves also learned a bloody lesson. A large number of sentries and druids were killed in the battle, many villages were tragically affected, and even Cenarius was killed by the opponent.
Losing the protection and power of the God of the Forest has reduced the night elves' control and affinity for the forest, so Tichondrius can pollute the entire forest without being discovered.
"The return of the Burning Legion is not a trivial matter... I can't believe your one-sided words. Even if... there is the head of the Dread Lord as evidence, this cannot prove the authenticity of the matter. After all, there is the possibility of a single demon entering our world. Much higher than the Burning Legion coming in force."
The sentry captain thought about it again and again, and could only explain it this way, "But I swear on the name of the Chenyu family that I will definitely tell our priest about this matter."
"Morning Rain?"
Arthas was stunned for a moment after hearing this last name. He looked at the sentry captain's face covered in blood and dirt, and he did see some similarities.
"What is your relationship with Liana Chenyu?"
"Liana?! Do you know Liana? She is still alive?!" The sentry captain shouted in surprise. She took a few seconds to calm down, "Liana is my brother's daughter... …After his parents died, I took on the responsibility of caring for her.”
"Because she has good druid talent, I hired a druid to be her teacher. However, when we arrived at the village that day, the scene was already in a mess...the orc army had already left for a long time..."
Captain Chenyu's tone was low, "I found her teacher's body, but not hers. But because there were so many dead and missing people, I thought she had been killed at the time."
"She has a good teacher who used magic to make her fake death and avoid the killings of the orcs. Our scouts found her and other wounded people. They are now being sent to our city for recuperation." Arthas' answer made Chen Yu The captain was completely reassured.
"That... is really great. Personally speaking, I really want to thank you for what you did..." Captain Chenyu began to trust Alsace's words a little, "Maybe you really didn't do it to save the orcs... … but to help them escape from the clutches of the devil.”
"You finally figured it out? We have also been invaded by orcs controlled by demons. I just don't want the demons to have a group of troublesome opponents - at least now, they are on our side."
Captain Chenyu blinked, as if he didn't quite understand what Alsace meant.
…
While Arthas and the sentries were explaining, the archdruid Malfurion Stormrage, who had just woken up from the beast's den, met a strange man in the woods of Mount Hyjal.
This stranger was wearing weird clothes that Malfurion had never seen before, and he was holding an exquisite crow-headed staff in his hand. Although there was no energy emanating from his body, it gave people an indescribable feeling of nothingness.
The appearance of the cloaked man made Malfurion feel very strange. He seemed to appear out of thin air without any sign.
The mysterious cloaked man said, "Sir Stormrage, could you please listen to me first? Your forest is in danger!"
"Of course I know, we are here to eliminate the enemies of the forest." Malfurion couldn't help but frowned. He felt that this man was simply pretending.
The cloaked man chuckled and said slowly, "The enemy of the forest is not the orcs, but the demons behind them."
Malfurion's expression remained unchanged, and his voice was calm and firm, "Those orcs are the minions of the devil. Please get out of the way now. You are delaying our time to drive away the devil."
The cloaked man seemed to sigh, but he didn't seem to. Even Malfurion, who had keen hearing, only vaguely heard a vague sigh.
"If you insist on leaving, I won't have to stop you. Maybe you won't do it until you get there..."
As the cloaked man spoke, he turned away and shook his head, transformed into a dark raven, fluttered his wings and flew away. Malfurion looked at the raven with dark feathers that seemed to suck out all the light. He didn't know what he was thinking until Tyrande woke him up from his daze.
"Malfurion? What's wrong with you?"
Priestess Tyrande's voice reached the ears of the Archdruid. It seemed that the priestess was on her way to meet Malfurion just now.
The archdruid came back to his senses and smiled apologetically at Tyrande, "Sorry... maybe I just woke up from a dream, and I'm not completely used to the real world yet."
Tyrande also sighed, "If this hadn't happened, no one would have wanted to wake you up - I'm sorry, we are really in trouble, a group of races that seem to be under the devil have invaded our forest. "
"Are you sure, Tyrande? If it is really them, we may be struggling to defend Mount Hyjal now." Malfurion was silent for a moment and asked, "I wonder if there is something fishy in this."
"That's why I woke you up. We need to go to Ashenvale to see what happened."
