Who can understand me?
Who can understand me?
Who can believe me?
I just,
A spurned dark warrior,
In a world without light,
Living alone,
I long for love
It was destined,
I can't get love
The heavens are so heartless,
Why should I care?
I can only
To chase my dreams
In the eternal abyss,
Forever
Degenerate…
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The moonlight was bleak. When the new crescent moon disappeared, the war ended. The Burning Legion became Udian's prisoner. The powerful invader had roamed the outer region for twenty years. That was already history, because night would descend upon the entire land, and the good news would eventually spread to every corner of the world.
As the young Blood Elf Prince was sighing, the bad news came. Lady Faschi, who had a human face and a fish body, slowly walked up to Karl and said,"
"Your Highness, Jovan ran away!"
Carl turned around and tidied his loose magic robe. He answered confidently,"
"Run? Can he escape?" The melodious voice spread to every corner of the Furnace of Death, like a lingering ghost chasing after the fleeing Jovan.
On the main road of the Furnace of Death, Jovan led hundreds of his personal guards and rushed out desperately. They ran all the way north, frantically fleeing in the direction of the march. However, in front of them was the Bridge of Helplessness that led to the Kingdom of Death.
High temperatures, traps, and stumbling ropes-all the symbols of death surrounded them, eroding the hundred-man team. In just three days, the evil Burning Legion received their deserved punishment.
"Why is that?" Jovan, who was kneeling on the ground, roared loudly. However, he could not see the end or hear the answer because his head and body were separated forever.
"This is a hymn that belongs to the elves!”
It turned out that behind Karl's army, the refugees had gathered into a powerful force. They seemed to have known that the Burning Legion would be defeated. They set up one obstacle after another on the way back.
That was why the Burning Legion was panicking. That was why the Burning Legion accepted the call of death in fear.
The train to heaven was about to start. In the depths of his soul, a contaminated heart would go through the Six Paths of Reincarnation again! When the Death Furnace rescue battle ended perfectly, a new hymn would be sung again.
Shadow Moon Village, the important town of the Shadow Council.
The Shadow Moon Village was located in the northeast corner of the Shadow Moon Valley. It was not only the center of the Shadow Moon Valley, but also a strategic location. It was connected to the Army Fortress in the north, Wildhammer Fortress in the west, the Terroca Forest in the east, and the Death Furnace in the south. It was extremely dangerous!
The mountains intersected, and the rivers were dense and endless, forming a natural military barrier for the Heavenly Water Division. There were a large number of fortifications around it. Tall buildings and arrow towers stand, looking down: barbed wire crisscrossing
Apart from that, it was also an important grain production base of Moon Shadow Valley: The terrain is flat, the land is fertile, the fields are lush, the products are abundant, the water network is crisscrossed, the water is surging, the sun is abundant, and pests are hard to find. The harvest in two seasons is more than 28,000 stones.
Water nourished people. This was originally the birthplace of the Shadow Council. Here, they explored, farmed, and reproduced, completing the origin of the Shadow Council civilization. However, the invasion of the Burning Legion swept away the former civilization. The majestic Shadow Moon Village was only left with broken scorched earth wandering around.
The sages once said:
"History is always shockingly similar!" These words echoed in his mind and resonated with the sleeping memories in the temple.
" Let's fight. The scorched earth will be buried in the splendid civilization in the end. It will be like a brilliant meteor. No matter how bright it is, it will fall into the ground as a meteorite!”
The shooting star streaked across the sky above Shadow Moon Village. The two-headed flying dragon Chimera shook its head and flapped its huge wings, soaring in the sky. The cold wind of early spring whistled around it, lingering around its wings for a long time. As time passed, it actually formed a strong cold air current, accelerating the Chimera's marching speed.
Behind the Chimera were Dragonhawk Warriors in red clothes and armor. They had the head of a human and the body of an eagle. They were rare Air Force Mages who were good at Soul Shackles and clouds.
The Druids brought up the rear. They were the combat troops of the air and land forces. When they turned into birds, they could fly freely and block the air force. When they turned into bears, they were even more ferocious and invincible.
Finally, there were the Horned Eagle Knights. They were the cooperative units of the archers and the Horned Eagle Beasts!
The young Blood Elf Prince Carl stood on the head of a Chimera, looking down at the earth with excitement. The cold wind of early spring blew past Carl's face, blowing his long golden hair.
The wind stopped, the rain stopped, and at the corner of heaven and earth, dawn disappeared forever.
In the middle of the village, dozens of tents were set up densely. It was pitch black inside the tents, and the snoring of soldiers could be vaguely heard. Outside the tents, only a few patrolling soldiers tilted their heads and yawned. They hung their lanterns and muttered listlessly,
"The weather is dry, be careful of the fire!"
Four tall and sturdy towers stood around the tent! In the middle of the tower was a gong and drum, presumably to sound the alarm when encountering an enemy! There were two folding beds on both sides. One was already folded, and on the other bed, a soldier was sleeping. Probably because he was too tired, he did not even remove his armor and fell straight onto the bed.
The soldier on duty was not in a good mental state either. He raised his spear and lowered his head, leaning against the side of the tower. He occasionally opened his eyes and looked around, but not long after, he continued his courtesy.
The defense was sparse, so it was a good opportunity. His wise eyes were like an artist's baton, waving rhythmically in the air, guiding his army to play the hymn of the elves.
"In the name of Blood Elf Prince Karl, block all vision, mist!”The Dragon Hawk Knight's magic chant opened the tune for this soul-stirring hymn. Above the Shadow Moon Village, blue clouds seemed to move but not move. They followed like shadows, pervading, spreading, and extending rhythmically.
"Heavens, I can't see clearly anymore!”When the ethereal dark clouds spread out like a net, the soldiers on the tower let out terrified howls! Dark clouds covered the eyes of the soldiers on duty on the turret. The two-headed flying dragon Chimera acted as an elegant accompaniment. It soared high and swooped down, flapping its wings and soaring, looking down at the earth with the eyes of an army that ruled the world.
Free-falling, blood splattered everywhere. In the passionate accompaniment, the soldier on the tower fell to the ground in a strange posture.
Before the music died down, the Druids rose into the air and flew to the warehouse, throwing down the firewood they had prepared. The dry wood fell to the ground and hit the heads of the shadow soldiers. They were very HAPPY to experience what it meant to have a pie in the sky.
How can the passionate elven hymn lack our dubbing? With a sound and a rocket, the archer sitting on the Horned Griffin raised an elegant chord, making the firewood and the fire collide passionately.
The raging fire caused countless people to fantasize. Above the clouds, a red glow dyed the sky. His face was red and he was smiling. He stretched out his invisible hands and carefully danced with the cloth bag filled with food.
The sacks were burned, the grain was cremated, and the granary full of grain was turned into ashes at this moment.
The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and the climax of the hymn was coming.
It spread, spread, spread. The armory and the military camp were connected in just a few minutes, dancing with the fire.
The sun was unwilling to be left out. It jumped up in a passionate tone and took out a perfect brush. It merged the ancient elven hymn and the beauty of the eastern sunrise into a beautiful red scroll.
"It's beautiful and moving. It has Michelangelo's elegance, Da Vinci's culture, Dante's poetic style, and Bruno's desire to be reborn!”
This was a strange sky, a perfect hymn, and a picture of the people of Azeroth fighting against the invaders.
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