Vol 2 Chapter 556: : Night Warrior

Just as the Northern Expedition was in full swing, while boss Hu sang forward in Ulduar, Darnassus, the capital of the night empire, was caught in an abnormal silence.
Darnassus, the Ash Tree Town, is on the established fate timeline and is the gathering place for the Gilneas Wolves, and on the Sarodal timeline, this is the new home of night elf refugees from the established fate timeline.
The tree was covered with ashes, showing an extremely unnatural black-grey color, and it would flutter with the wind.
In the hall of the tree house platform at the top of the big tree, a female night elf is standing in front of the mirror, looking at her somber face.
The horrible memory struck again like a tide, not only when the night was quiet, but when it was sober, it also roared past.
Inevitable, unavoidable.
Walking on the streets of Darnassus, looking at this heavenly world tree, Teldrassil, her brain will always overlap everything here with Teldrassil in her destiny.
Their homes have been turned into burning ruins, and the ashes of despair are scattered on the endless sea and will never dissipate.
Now they have come to this parallel timeline, which is very strange, and they have a familiar and strange home.
This is Teldrassil's Darnassus, but here is not their Teldrassil and Darnassus.
The elf raised her hands, stirred a few times in the small jar beside the mirror, then raised her hands again, closing her eyes.
As fingers flicked through the eyes, black ashes filled the eyes, and tears accompanied the ashes, forming ten slender black and gray tear marks under the eyes.
Why did Sylvanas burn Teldrassil?
This is no longer important, and the truth has long gone with the wind, nowhere to be found.
But this is no longer important.
They are now war messengers, night warriors, enemies of tribes and forgotten ones.
No matter which world or which timeline is the same.
Opening his eyes, he looked at the Union flag and the Empire of Eyes flag hanging on the wall of the hall. The ashes of the female elf were firm in her eyes.
Everything here, the tree of the world here, the home here, can no longer enter the burning fate.
While the time course of this world is still early, the enemy must be eliminated in advance.
Tyrande turned around, striding out of the tree house hall, holding a long bow with falling black ashes.
Around the Ember Tree, all the elf compatriots who hold the same thoughts as themselves and are willing to fight in position are gathered here at the moment.
They lost their family and friends, watched the fire devour their homes, and hatred burned in their hearts.
Now they are all night warriors, and their eyes are covered with ashes from the Teldrassil World Tree, and black tears have penetrated into their skin and can no longer be wiped away.
"Revenge is our only expectation."
Looking at the compatriots below, Tyrande said calmly.
"We have integrated into this strange timeline as if going back in time, we have regained Teldrassil, but our real home has been burnt out, and we will never accept that the home here has entered the same fate."
"As the testimony of the Holy Judge, I declare here that I will join the Prime Minister's Council, and the Night Warriors will also be ruled by the Night Empire."
"Then ... we will kill all the enemies ahead of time for the crimes they might commit."
The eldest son of God, who came to watch, looked at each other, and then nodded. He did not express any objections. Any words can be said in private. The occasion is wrong.
Tyrande looked in the direction of the Temple of the Moon in Darnassus. On the hillside on the other side, some of his "acquaintances" stood.
Malfurion Stormrage, Cenarius the Forest Demigod, as well. . . another me.
They don't understand the behavior of abandoning the belief in the moon and the modest way of nature, they will never understand it.
The two Tyrande looked at each other for a moment. Tyrande, the moon's priest, turned away, and her lover Malfurion followed her.
Cenarius, the forest demigod, smiled at himself, as if he did not have any doubts or confusion about this decision.
When the Crusaders of this timeline invaded the burning Teldrassil, they found themselves taking Malfurion to leave.
They shot down their horned beasts and forced themselves to look at the burning giant tree and the crazy and painful scene.
Malfurion died, and the Druid, who had been seriously injured by Saurfang, was pierced into the throat by an eldest son of God, and died in a coma.
They are ruthless killing machines. They are plundering the people for the night empire and for the glory of the Titans. They are the elves supreme racism. They want to catch the double body of all important people before the time line is fully integrated.
The new empire of elves is more cruel and powerful than the period of Azshara, but. . . Isn't that what I need now?
I can't die yet, my compatriots are being rescued from the sea of ​​fire at that moment, and sent to that strange tree of the world.
They need themselves, and they need them.
The Crusaders asked Lord Dawn, and finally Tyrande was pardoned, escaped the fate of being swallowed by his double body, and rushed to reach the timeline before the end of the fusion, in Titan Under the refuge of divine power, he continued to survive ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Today, the elven refugees are also integrated into this strange empire. The care and comfort of their compatriots on this timeline makes them feel better , But with it comes the desire for revenge and a sense of mission to the new home.
The compatriots in this timeline must not be allowed to suffer the burning despair again.
Therefore, among the factions within the Dark Empire, a new player was officially added: Night Warrior.
Leader: Ashland Lord Tyrande Whispering.
Tyrande, the priest of the moon, Tyrande, the night warrior, and the elves clearly know the two Tyrande. Although they are exactly the same double body, the gap between the two is too great.
Night Warrior Tyrande, she no longer loves her, she is no longer benevolent, and she no longer has the expectation of peace. She only wants revenge, and only wants to protect the current Teldrassil World Tree.
Only when you lose it will you understand how to cherish it, and to understand this truth will always pay a heavy price.
Tyrande strode ahead, followed by two teams of night elves in black fully-covered armor, and the eyes shrouded in ashes were cold and determined.
She is ready to go to the Prime Minister's Council of Yongye, and his first proposal has already been conceived.
Fully expel all members of the tribes in the country, strengthen the military strength of the Dark Night Wall in the border area of ​​Ashenvale, mobilize the main force, and prepare to fully invade the barren land.
Looking back at the Ash Tree, Tyrande quickly looked back.
The night warrior ’s new home is also a source of pain. It is a dark and tragic monument, and the ashes are all from the burning Teldrassil.
I am a war messenger, and I no longer hesitate.
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