Time went back to 10,000 years ago, at the Moon God Lake in Darnassus. An unexpected encounter turned into a perfect love story.
However, the ancient legends of the elves had cruelly separated the lovers. From then on, the three legendary heroes were involved in a love triangle. They were either in a deep sleep, in prison, or in battle.
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This was a desolate land, but it was also a land of abundance. However, the Death Furnace had long lost the glow of the new moon. Perhaps it was more appropriate to call it the source of war.
The scorching sun baked it, and the war ravaged it. On the quaint streets, Prince Carl's curse could be heard from afar.
"Damn it, this damn weather?"
The magic robe on her body had been rolled up high, and her pink face was red from the sun. Even so, sweat was pouring down like heavy rain.
Beside him, Faschi was not in a good condition either. Her mouth was dry and her tongue was dry. She was panting. She finally pulled herself together and spat out a few words,
"This damned place is settled. Your Highness, have you decided on the route of the army?”
The rolling mountains and the flowing lava looked exactly the same no matter which side he looked at them from. Karl shook his head and carefully wiped the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief.
"Is there no messenger?"
Faschi sighed and replied helplessly,"
"Your Highness, you know that due to the different climate, this place is not suitable for elves to live in. Therefore, the soldiers do not know the route and direction of the army!”
"Oh, god! "It's too unlucky…" Carl frowned and said,"I'm not sure."
"You are right. Your Highness, what should we do next?”Faschi covered her face with her hands, blocking the sunlight and asked,"
Carl shrugged and answered,"
"Of course, I'm looking for a refugee resident to ask for directions!”
Under the baptism of war, the lives of the people were as worthless as paper. The Death Furnace, which was crisscrossed with mountains and rivers, was filled with large and small bags of fleeing elemental citizens.
A green headscarf, muddy straw shoes, a travel-worn face, and an unmistakable expression. He was like a child who had left home and forgotten the way back.
Karl frowned and dismounted. He grabbed a fleeing elemental resident and asked kindly,"
"Hello, I want to know how to get to your leader Akara's base, Deep Heaven Mountain!”
The simple people stared at the young Blood Elf Prince in a daze. After a long time, they stretched out their shriveled arms. Due to the lack of food and water, their arms were as thin as dried branches.
"General, it's over there. Just follow this road…"
Following the direction of the elemental resident's finger, Karl saw a rugged path that was crumbling and endless. Karl nodded, took out the scattered copper coins from his waist, and stuffed them into the skinny arm.
The plain and unadorned citizen's eyes were filled with tears. He was about to kneel down when Carl hurriedly helped him up and said calmly,
"Fairies and elementals are one family, so don't be too formal!”With that, he led his army forward.
The people stopped fleeing. He suddenly understood something. His bony arms gripped the copper coin tightly. Through the scorching sun, the veins and veins on his arms could be clearly seen. When Karl's army was far away, the people shouted loudly. It was like a huge thunder exploding in the Death Furnace.
"With such a good family, why should we run away…"
"Yeah…our ancestors have lived on this land for generations. We are the masters of this land!”
"Why should we leave? The Burning Legion should be the one leaving!”
The shouts of the people stirred up the homesickness in their hearts. In the battle of blood and fire, they chose to move forward bravely. They followed the footsteps of Udian's army and continued to advance. It was like an ancient elven hymn that was passed down forever in the undulating words.
"Wise one of the thousand voices,
When the Burning Legion comes to this world again,
War and slaughter are upon us once more,
We are afraid,
We were startled by mistake,
We wander,
We leave our homes,
Stepping on the eternal road of no return,
However,
But fate has not forsaken us,
Evil Demon Hunter Yudian:
A spurned Night Elf,
Will lead us out of the abyss,
Stepping onto the path of happiness to defeat the Burning Legion…
"To hell with the Burning Legion!" This was the final hymn of the elements in the Furnace of Death. Ghostly's voice was like a magical beast version of Sadako Yamamura, a strange recording that began to spread throughout the Burning Legion.
They were in groups and panicking. First, a small number of troops were injured, and then a large number of people went missing. The rugged Death Furnace was like a grave where the Burning Legion was buried.
"Has His Highness Sargeras and His Highness Tikrios given up on us? Honorable Titan, please guide your loyal subjects in the right direction!”Jovan prayed,"
There was no response. The noble Titan Sargeras had long since fallen into eternal slumber in Darnassus ten thousand years ago.
The Furnace of Death was Karl's army. After five days of marching, Karl finally figured out the entrance to the Furnace of Death. It turned out that mysterious opportunities were often hidden behind the winding roads.
"This is the way!" Carl looked into the sun."
"Is that so? "Faschi also came over and said,
"Your Highness, should we send a messenger to contact the elements? It's been five days. We still don't know what the situation is like over there!”
"You're right!" Carl nodded and took out a quill pen. He dipped it in ink and started writing on the horse. After he finished writing, he sealed the letter and had the messenger send it to Akara, the leader of the elements in Deep Heaven Mountain, in the shortest time possible.
The messenger saluted and hid the letter. He turned his horse around and rode away. When the messenger was far away, Faschi walked up and said,"
"Your Highness Karl, how confident are you?”
"How can I be confident?" Carl laughed at himself and replied with a serious expression,"
"Everything depends on Akara's luck!”
Deep Heaven Mountain was located in the middle of the Furnace of Death. It was a naturally formed active volcano that was thousands of meters high. Hot lava flowed around it. Due to the steep and rugged mountain road, Akara used this place as the first military barrier against the Burning Legion.
On the top of the mountain, Akara was pacing in the camp, drawing up the best battle strategy.
A moment later, a messenger appeared in Akara's line of sight, holding a soaked letter in his hand."
"Your Highness, this is from Prince Karl!”
Akara opened the envelope and there were only five words inside: Reinforcements will arrive in three days.
Three days, persevere for three days! With Karl's cooperation, Akara's confidence increased.
Jovan's army was at the foot of Deep Heaven Mountain. The 1,500-strong army was lined up in a row and divided into several camps. Unlike the Shadow Council, they were the true trump card of the Burning Legion. Only then did Jovan dare to lead 1,500 elite troops to enter the enemy's rear alone and snatch the credit.
"Is everything ready?" Jovan stood in front of the army formation and asked the adjutant beside him,"
"Your Highness, everything is ready. We are just waiting for your order!”The adjutant said,
"Good! Pass on my order, attack!" With Jovan's order, the soldiers bravely advanced. Melee, ranged, and magic formations formed a dense offensive line.
Like a long snake spiraling, like a group of demons dancing, the powerful combat power shocked Akara, especially the Abyss Messenger who was the sharp blade of the assault. These two-meter-tall monsters with long spears were definitely the Asuras in Akara's eyes.
In their eyes, the steep mountain peak that was as high as a thousand meters was like flat ground. They took large strides and flew at high speed. In just three minutes, they had shaken off the follow-up troops.
"The enemy is strong and their momentum is fierce. Suppress them!”Akara saw that the situation was not looking good, so she quickly ordered the fire elementals to attack and use the terrain advantage to stop the Abyssal Messenger.
"Kill!" The sulfur flag fluttered in the sky above Deep Heaven Mountain. The military flag swayed in all directions like a noble warrior, planting victory on the top of Deep Heaven Mountain.
" This is a showdown between the peak, a contest between spear and shield…
In the hymns of the sages, the Abyssal Envoy found a breakthrough in the war. His cold gaze was like a sharp sword on an icy peak. He had long locked onto the fire element on the other side and was only waiting for distance.
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