The legend of the Well of Eternity: The song of the Night Elf Sage has lifted the mysterious veil of history for us.
Ten thousand years of vicissitudes. Do you still remember that lake filled with mysterious energy?
On a continent surrounded by Wang Yang and the sea.
Under the rising sun of a new moon,
Kalimdor was covered in scars, shedding tears in the ashes of history.
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That night, the crescent moon hung on the branches. We sang ancient military songs and hummed a little tune as we walked on the spacious road. A gentle breeze blew past, bringing with it a hint of coolness that washed away my fatigue. I carried my spear, puffed out my chest, and walked at the front of the formation.
Suddenly, a group of two-meter-tall monsters appeared in front of us. They stared at us with their bell-like eyes, which made our hair stand on end. Their thick hands were holding onto a cross-shaped golden spear. The strange aura scattered in all directions, like the scythe of the Grim Reaper and the call of the King of Hell.
The leader was a female archer with a human face and a fish body. She was very beautiful and flirtatious. Her long green hair was tied up high behind her back, and her body was wrapped in a thin muslin dress. There was a light blue quiver on her back, and dark green arrows were lying neatly in it. A precious bow was hanging on her arm, and the bow was engraved with ancient patterns and words.
“whoareyou？”
This was the question in the hearts of all the soldiers. At this moment, a whine came from the silent black curtain. The female archer slightly raised her bow, loaded the arrow, and pulled the bowstring. Her swift movements were as thought-provoking as a textbook.
Before he could clear his doubts, a dark green arrow pierced through the sky and pierced the throat of the passerby. A shocking miracle, an unbelievable speed. I didn't even have time to say anything before I heard a thud. Passerby A fell from his warhorse and landed on the ground.
The warhorse that had lost its master seemed to have been stimulated. It wailed and roared, raising its four hooves and charging straight at Faschi. Faschi was not in a hurry. She raised her slender hand slightly and took out the second arrow from the light blue quiver. She bent the bow, nocked it, and aimed at the galloping horse!
Just like before, the horse was hit by the arrow and its heart was pierced by the dark green arrow after running for a dozen meters! Fresh blood splattered and dyed red. The red blood reflected in his eyes.
At this moment, I recovered from my shock and silently looked at my fallen comrade, Passerby A. He had already lost consciousness and was lying peacefully on the ground. There was a wound the size of a marble on his neck. Bright red blood flowed out of the wound and dyed the wide path of flames.
There was a variety of expressions on his face. There was fear, doubt, and disbelief. From head to toe, only a pair of dead fish-like eyes were staring at the silent night.
The one who fell was my childhood playmate, my close comrade. We grew up together, joined the army together, fought together, and promised to retire together after this battle. However, no one expected that this battle would become our farewell.
The lark had gone, but the oriole remained. The bright moonlight was only left with the hymn of the elves calling out to the earth.
"Eternal Wise One,
Do you still remember the High Elves who had fallen into oblivion?
Those weak bodies,
Those clear faces,
Those beautiful faces that were forgotten.
Forever in youth,
The years never grow old,
Now,
They were back.
With sharp bows and arrows
With a huge golden cross spear,
Against all forces of hatred,
He waved it again.
Remember their names,
Descendant of the High Elves,
Naga."
The dark green arrow had disappeared. It was probably because the power of the arrow shot by Faschi was too great. After piercing the throat of the passerby, it continued to fly until it was far away. It flashed like a meteor, leaving behind the best moment.
This wasn't a shooting star. When I realized this, Passerby A had already closed his eyes forever.
I was furious. I mustered all my strength and opened my throat to roar loudly. My sonorous tone filled the sky above the flaming mountain. It formed an echo that did not dissipate for a long time!
"Enemy attack!" I shouted at the top of my lungs over and over again,
My shout had a certain effect. After a period of chaos, the soldiers began to get busy in an orderly manner. Shieldbearers in front, Gunners in the middle, Archers, and Warlocks in the rear. They quickly formed a battle formation.
The corners of Faschi's mouth twitched in disdain. She raised her right arm and gave the order to attack. The two-meter-tall monster chanted loudly, and the magical elements in the air fluctuated uneasily. The warlocks in the army began to panic because they had not had the time to set up a magical barrier for the shieldbearers.
Waves flashed, and red light appeared. Fifty radiant shock waves shot out from the monster's surroundings towards the army formation. In an instant, people and horses were thrown off their feet, and the wails of shieldbearers were everywhere. Broken bodies were everywhere, and blood rained down on the army formation. Many comrades stopped breathing at this moment, forever returning to the era that belonged to them:
I closed my eyes in pain, unable to accept this painful reality. However, the nightmare was not over yet. Those monsters did not seem to want to let us go. They rushed over with a thunderous aura.
[In a spurt of energy, the golden spear was raised high and fell. Every time it was swung, a comrade would die. Every time it was swung, blood would splash in all directions. The monsters with strong skin and thick flesh were not afraid of our swords and spears at all. They were like wolves searching for their prey.]
How was this a war? This was a massacre!
"Not ready yet?" Those damned Warlocks were usually pampered and thought of themselves as trump cards, but they couldn't even fart at the critical moment.
The massacre continued. The soldiers had completely given up on resisting. They fled like rats, throwing away their helmets and armor, looking for any chance of survival.
The spring breeze swayed and the shadows of the trees swayed. The short and dense shrubs became a direct bus to heaven. The soldiers fled inside, hoping to borrow the protection of nature.
Nature was the home of the elves. How could the God of Nature protect these intruders whose hands were stained with blood?
"Let's see how powerful the Naga is!”Faschi shouted, and the royal guards put away their golden spears and chanted again.
"Esteemed sea element, give us great power. We need your help!”
A blue light streaked across the twilight night sky. Bean-sized water droplets were gathering, and the water molecules became the foundation for the growth of the sea elements.
They flew across the sky like gods and landed on the wide path of flames. They waved their fists and threw water-type energy balls at the Shadow Council.
The light ones would be grazed, the heavy ones would fall to the ground, and the unlucky ones would be shaken by the aftershock of the energy ball explosion. The three souls were missing seven of their spirits, and their internal organs were missing. The soldiers of the Shadow Council could only watch the Naga race perform in a daze.
The outcome seemed to have been decided. However, I still wanted to fight for the last time because a few eastern words appeared in my mind:
"The diligent thief first catches the king!"
As long as we kill her, we can reorganize the army and turn the tables. Thinking of this, my eyes darted around as I searched for her figure in the crowd.
She was there, and this damned Archer was still using her dark green arrows to reap the lives of her comrades. She couldn't continue like this!
"Kill her, we must kill her!”Thinking of this, I clenched my fists and raised the reins on the horse. I hit the horse's butt with the whip in my hand. The horse felt the pain and spread its hooves in all directions, running towards Faschi.
As long as I got close to her, I was confident that I could kill her. As everyone knew, archers were good at long-range attacks and sneak attacks, not close combat. She didn't even notice me when I got close. A sinister smile flashed across her bloodthirsty lips. In the dark night, I seemed to see Faschi's life under my blade.
"Go to hell!" I suddenly clamped the horse's belly and used the horse's power to slash out a thunderous blade. At this moment, something unexpected happened. Vasky took out a dagger from nowhere and stabbed it into my heart without looking back.
Blood was surging, my heart was bursting, and I was losing my senses. I looked at all of this in disbelief. Could it be that she could guess my location just by relying on her aura? I couldn't think about it anymore because I had already fallen off my warhorse and closed my eyes forever.
The moment I fell to the ground, the vanguard of the army completely collapsed. Without a commander, the army was like moths, using their limited life and strength to pounce on the mighty flames. Once gone, never to return, body dead, soul flying away!
Finally, the group of shamans prepared their offensive spells. Countless Shadow Arrows shot out from the army formation, blending into the silent night. Even though the monsters had tough skin and thick flesh, they could not block the Shadow Arrows of nearly fifty Warlocks. The dark purple Shadow Arrows came one after another like cannonballs.
The monsters dodged frantically, but faced with the rain of arrows, some unlucky ones would fall for it. The dark purple arrows pierced through their skin and seeped into their muscles and blood. His thick arms turned black, his resolute face was filled with pain, his red lips were pale, the corners of his mouth were weak, his footsteps were unsteady, and his charge gradually slowed down.
"Increase the strength, increase the strength of the attack!”In the crowd, the commander shouted,"
"Quick, quick, Shieldbearers, Spearmen, quickly set up a formation and assemble the second line of defense. Warlocks and Mages, continue to attack with magic!”
Before he could finish his sentence, he fell from his horse, and with a meteor-like trajectory, he said,
"Shoot the horse first, capture the leader first!”Lady Faschi, who was skilled in both literature and martial arts, keenly captured every fleeting opportunity on the battlefield and sent this sentence to me in heaven.
However, the officer's death cry had an immediate effect. The panicked soldiers began to gather quickly.
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