Chapter 469: : The Nightfallen and the Withered

"This place is really disgusting to me, and I will never admit this group. (Biqiwu Pinyin) ... The wither is our compatriot."
A mage following the army of Lordaeron's court marches in the wilderness of the Azuna region. Their destination is the broken and ruined city of Faronar, where a group of night elves in the form of souls live. Claims to be the court of Faradis.
In the battle of ancient times 10,000 years ago, the Azuna area was also attacked by the Burning Legion. Faronaar served as a barrier for the city of Suramar. The upper elf here engaged in a brutal tug-of-war with the demons, and finally declared its fall.
After the Great Divide, Suramar rose into the air and left the area, leaving only the huge pit.
Because Suramar's rebellion at that time did not know that Azshara the Titans descended, cursed Faronaar on the eve of the split. The bodies of the upper elves turned into flying ashes, leaving only the soul to continue to survive in this world. on.
Prince Farodis was the leader of this group of spirit spirits. He had been searching for a way to get in touch with the curse, but the plan had been severely blocked as the night elves attacked in the deep pits of Surama.
At this moment they sought the help of these outsiders to fight against the night elves who were constantly harassing them and the growing number of naga.
The Nightfallen Elves were the upper elves that were scattered in the surrounding area of ​​Surama that year. They lost the mana supply of the Nightwell and were not supplemented by the power of the Titans. So after the Great Divide, they made a lot of pieces. Out of a rough version of the night well.
However, this kind of cottage goods are extremely unstable, and the energy provided by the mana crystal is not much, so this group of upper elves slowly fell into a dead state.
Their shape was distorted, their skin became darker, their bodies became thinner, and their hair fell off.
The upper elf, still self-conscious, calls himself the night elves.
Those who have fallen into a severe dry state and their minds have completely fallen into crazy nightfallen elves are called dead statesman.
The wither is very similar to the disappointed person in the high elves, because the magic addiction is not satisfied, and it turns into a blind beast that only looks for the source of mana and then draws clean.
A blaze of flames whizzed past, and dozens of beast-like witherers pounced on them were burned to ashes.
"It seems that the effects of magic addiction on these witherers are very serious." A human mage rolled over and jumped off the manhole cover, and carefully observed a scorched witherer who was still intact but was also burnt.
Yes, that is the manhole cover. . . Mana Suspension Manhole Cover, produced by Suramar Honor, must be the first choice for masters to travel.
The mages stood on the manhole cover, flying on the imperial cover. . . Maybe.
The warlocks ridiculed the mage's floating manhole cover, and their own cool war horse could fly, which was called a wind.
The shaman smiled coldly, riding on their storm element silently, vacating, laughing at the warlock at the same time, they also despised the mage's manhole by the way.
The death knights roared past the frost dragon, saying they were too lazy to care about these little spicy chickens.
The Masters were so angry and angry that everyone fought hard for this.
What's wrong with the manhole cover! Look down on the manhole cover still stunned! Our manhole covers will still glow, as well as fireballs and ice balls. Do you have them?
"Why don't those deformities come to attack us? It still seems to retain some sense?"
An upper elven wizard from Suramar gathered his arcane manhole cover and raised his head to look at the withering wandering not far away. He could not tell which was the nightfallen elves and which were withering.
Some of the fallen night elves were tortured by magic addiction. They just looked at the killing scene indifferently, and then went on to find the mana crystal that they could draw.
Other full-eyed night elves are watching here with dread.
Is there an upper elf in this group of outsiders? This long-forgotten word came to their minds again.
That was their identity.
"Are your night empires not prepared to control it? How do you say ... The night elves are also your fellows."
"On this point, our parliament is still discussing whether the sensible nightfall elves are still our compatriots, at least I can't tell them, they are not different from the group of withered beasts."
"If I were to say that, I am more inclined to the soul spirits of the court of Farodis, at least they are not different from us except in the absence of them."
Another upper elf walked over, and the small floating gun on his shoulder hovered around his master cheerfully.
"Good idea. If the Nightfallen Elves are counted as our compatriots, aren't the naga groups the same? They were all elves before they were distorted by the ancient gods."
The rest was over, and without paying attention to the group of cautious night elves, the army of the King of War continued to march toward Faronaar.
The situation in Azsuna is becoming more and more chaotic. With the landing of the army of the Naga army under the dark Azshara, the western area of ​​Azsuna has now completely become a gathering place for the Naga.
Dalaran's position became the frontline area, so the Kirin Tor Council sought the help of Lordaeron, who was also very interested in the Azuna area, and soon agreed to send troops.
As for the Val'sharah area next door, where the druids are reserved, no one will go there and grab their food.
Now Val'sharah is full of nightmare-corrupted dark forests and crazy beasts. Druids are fighting around, purifying patches of nightmares, trying to advance the front to the corrupted world tree, Saradar Hill.
The emerald dream in the main battlefield is also fierce. The Green Dragon Army and the Druids stormed the nightmare power of the nightmare king Harvis, while Cthulhu's Nightmare Army fought alone and launched an onslaught from another direction.
As for the tribe. . . The tribe has nothing to say. They live happily with the brave tauren in the High Mountains every day. By the way, they help them clean up the abominable group of Drogbar. The underground stone trolls occupy Nesario. The Nest serves as their stronghold and continues to harass the Tauren villages.
There is also a tauren tribe named Blood Totem who is unwilling to join the tribe. It is reported that they have also contacted the demon and obtained the blood of the demon to gain the power of the evil energy, so for this group of indecent assholes, The tribe is not ready to let them go.
The Burning Legion official stated that he had no knowledge. This must have been done by an unauthorized worker without authorization. We will immediately fire the related demon temporary employees and return to justice in the world of Azeroth!
This matter is indeed not related to the devil ~ EbookFREE.me ~ After all, the Order of the Burning Legion, under the command of the supreme Lord Sargeras, is now preparing for the upcoming battle on the planet of Argus.
Therefore, those who are contacted by the Blood Totem Tauren are some incompetent and not in the system.
All in all, for the site on their own planet, the actions of the parties are still very restrained, far less aggressive than in the Draenor world in the outer domain, so no taboo.
After all, your own nest has a face, or the news media will expose you to the next day.
This matter can be referred to Kul Tiras, now like a grandson, everyone does not want to see them.
Huohuo is an example of a case that was sprayed to death by the news media.
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