Chapter 383: : Luna Sickle and Elune

Eastern Kingdom, a forest north of Gilneas.
Dozens of walking robotic spider tanks are shrinking their sturdy iron barrels hurriedly. The Titan Energy Cannon Turret on the spider's back keeps spinning, locks the target in front and blows it into fly ash.
The soldiers of the Dark Border Guard followed behind the spider tanks, relying on the body of these steel objects as a cover, and used the energy rifle in their hands to strike the enemy with long-range firepower.
The wild werewolves were not afraid of death. They rushed up in groups to block the muzzle to die, but as the encirclement gradually shrank, Willinde Star Song, controlled by Luna's sickle, also found such a brutal and direct person. Naval tactics have no effect.
As a result, the wild werewolves began to turn into a defensive state. With their agility and familiarity with the forest, they were desperately blocking the advance of the night elf army.
But this is still useless. If this is still the era of cold weapon wars, maybe the fangs and claws of the wild werewolf will play a good role.
Seeing the werewolves fully defending themselves, the Night Guards also responded: they began to destroy the forest.
Do n’t you rely on forest trees and hiding and defense? Then it all exploded.
Again, if the Elves would have been slower or even temporarily suspended, it would not have destroyed the forest.
After all, Elf and Forest, these two names have always been closely linked.
Well now. . . never mind!
Isn't it just a forest? As long as creatures such as the ancestor Jingshou and Lin Jing haven't gone extinct from the territory of the empire, how many forests are there?
So the elf army silently took out a large number of arcane crystal flamethrowers, and began to set fire to the forest in dismay.
Spitfire units are like masters who specialize in flames. They carry a large arcane crystal behind them, transform themselves by the way set in the crystal, and then spray them out through a special iron pipe. Long fire dragon.
The Spitfire was very special. This small unit was the only one with Goblin soldiers.
The goblins of the Heiseau chaebol are completely uninterested in ordinary warfare. It is meaningless to cut swords and shoot guns at each other.
Only for the flamethrowers, the goblins burst into great enthusiasm.
The goblin wore a black goggles, and an air filtering mask was firmly fixed on the nose and nose. The goblin was painted with various patterns that he liked.
The most popular motif is a red grinning goblin skull.
"Ah ha ha ha ha! Burn it! Burn it! Burn it ah ah ah ah ah!"
The arsonists held the torch in their hands and waved left and right constantly, controlling the fire dragon to invade everywhere.
The fire was clear to both sides of the Gilneas civil war, which was in the final phase of street fighting in Gilneas.
The dark billowing smoke was straight into the sky, and it was getting thicker and more embarrassing.
This has become a feast for the arsonists, and the group of hessian chaebol goblins playing with fire cannot escape.
They are usually engineers who follow the army and are responsible for maintaining the Night Border Guard's spider tank, but if necessary, such as now, they can instantly become mad fire-breathing units.
The wild werewolves were miserable, because the overwhelming fire hit them from all directions and could not escape.
The druids attracted a howling hurricane that guided the direction of the fire.
The fire burned for two days, and the central location of the forest was completely burned into open space.
The night elves' army advances again.
This time, they encountered very little resistance and resistance.
Black charcoal formed from pieces of werewolf corpses was scattered all over the place. From time to time, a few dying werewolves who were severely burned could be found, and then the forehead was shot up.
On the hillside in the middle of the forest, the body of Willinde Starsong, controlled by Luna's sickle, is struggling to hold up a silver-white mana shield, barely resisting the fire that determines the outcome.
Watching the elves' army firmly surround themselves, and watching the cold and angry eyes of the druids, Willind Starsong smiled wildly.
"Don't ever try to catch me ... no one can control the power of the wild, I am the master of the wild!"
The sickle of Luna on the back of Willingd Star Song began to dissipate slowly, and it seemed to use an unknown spell to escape from here.
At this time, the white soft moonlight shrouded the open space, and the lunar sickle, which was slowly dissipating for the great cause of running, was reunited into a solid body, and it could not run away.
"You were originally a weapon I gave to the Druid, but now ... you have betrayed them, betrayed your mission, and betrayed my will, just as I wrote on the paper ... . "
Elune's incarnation appeared in the midst of the open space, calmly looking at the sickle of Luna behind Velinde Xingge below, the latter exuding deep fear and confusion.
However, he did not pay attention to the inexplicable words at the end of Elune, and the elves showed excitement and saluting respectfully.
The frontier soldiers are okay. They are performing military salutes. After all, the empire stipulates that all military forces can only worship and worship when they face the Emperor of the Night.
The druids are all kinds of people who bow down and bow deeply.
"Holy Elune ... Please forgive us ... we are ashamed of your will and expectations, we have not been able to put the sickle ..."
Elune waved his hands gracefully, and the moonlight flowing around cheerfully filled the surrounding space with stars.
"I have already said that this matter does not blame you, nor did I require you to retrieve the sickle. Your attitude has made me very satisfied."
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the middle of the open space, making the already scared and flustered Luna sickle even more frightened.
That's Aggramar.
"I sensed the energy fluctuations of my family here, not in the old nest of Sarodal, so I was a little worried, come and take a look ..."
Aggramar, who teleported from Northrend mainland, looked around, and found no enemies, relieved.
As for the Luna sickle. . . Aggramar ignored it as an ant.
"Thank you for your enthusiasm. I just deal with some of my personal affairs."
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Having said that, the raging Agrammar disappeared again.
In the sky, an eye of truth saw Aggramar return to Northrend, and then began to dissipate.
Sarodhar's god's eyes hid the form, not even Agramar.
Elune landed slowly on the ground, and walked in front of Willind Starsong without any anger on her face.
"What should I do with you, my creation?"
Willing Stark opened her mouth, and eventually lowered her head without speaking.
Treating the mortal race sickle can be extremely arrogant and unruly, but in the face of Elune, who created his own Titan deity, gave it a hundred courage and it did not dare to blast.
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