Titan Tour of Azeroth

The tribe's army began to surrender. They not only couldn't support their bodies, they also collapsed.

There is no way. In the face of death and resurrection, or the previous generations of chiefs who have already resigned, the tribe soldiers have no fighting spirit at all.

I will ask you, when Durotan, Orgrim, Thrall, and Vol'jin stood in front of you, as an orc, dare to attack?

When Kane * blood hoof stands in front of you, as a tauren, can you still cut it?

"Stop hand, give up resistance, the warriors of the tribe, this war has no glory, the tribe should not be like this! Surrender, I command you to surrender as the chieftain, you will get the opportunity to atonement! "

Has to say that the appeal of the Great Chieftain Star Cluster is countless times higher than that of the new chieftain, Sylvanas.

Orcs, tauren and troll soldiers began to lay down their weapons. Although they were full of doubts and puzzles, they really did not want to fight anymore, and this battle could not be fought.

Then they began to be quickly popularized knowledge points about the timeline, and made a quick decision.

Is reluctant to join, naturally waiting for the timeline to complete the integration, and all this will end forever.

As for whether to return to their established timeline, or to disappear forever, it is unknown.

At this time, a wave of uncomfortable energy swept through.

Along with a clear and audible low roar, the top of the silver-white tower on the sea roared and diffused. Except for a dark golden divine ring, where it affected, everything that did not belong to this timeline disappeared instantly.

The sea and Lodanell calmed down instantly, except for his own army and allies who came to help, all the other creatures died.

The old Saurfang voluntarily stopped the battle. He looked at the world tree battlefield that had calmed down in the distance, and looked at the surrounding soldiers who had surrendered widely, and the forgotten massacre And goblins.

"Surrender, you will continue to fulfill your responsibilities and mission in the tribe." Saurfang also stopped the attack and looked at the elderly himself calmly.

"Tribe ... is our only home, since you are another me, then you tell me, will you surrender?"

Sarufar became silent after hearing the words.

"So why ask more, I will die in this glorious battle, come on, for the tribe!"

"For the tribe ..."

Sarufar exhaled deeply and squeezed the battle axe tightly. He wanted to give the old man a glorious battle to death.

The old Saurfang also got his wish. The old warrior did his best. He didn't lose to anyone, he just lost to himself.

"Tell me, Brocks, my brother ... Is he also dead in your timeline?"

Saurfang heard the words and nodded slowly.

"He died in battle, he became a hero enshrined by the tribe for generations."

"So, I don't care anymore, I finally ... I can see my son again, you will understand all this, young me."

The old Saurfang collapsed, and the veteran was relieved. He no longer has regrets, no more pain, he got everything he deserved and died in glory.

Saurfang will never be defeated, only he can defeat him.

"For the tribe ..."

"For the tribe ..."

On the battlefield, both men and women stopped, staring at the Saurfang who fell to the ground, and the Saurfang standing beside the body.

"For the tribe ... and you can never understand this, even if you have every reasonable reason and reason, banshee."

Grom approached Sylvanas he was carrying, and said softly.

Finally, he violently broke the neck of the Banshee King.

The burning giant tree, Teldrassil, Darnassus.

In the Moon Temple, the surviving elves were trembling with fear, and looked at this group of axe that suddenly killed incomparably silently.

All the werewolves from Gilneas and other members of the race were killed, and the wolf king, Jean Greymane, desperately guarded his wife and jumped into the portal to Stormwind City. The dwarf mage was also beheaded by the **** fanatic.

"All go out, your compatriots who came to rescue you will arrive here soon, you will be properly placed, this is the gift of the Everlasting God Emperor."

"You are also elves! Mutated elves! Why did you kill them, they are here to help us evacuate allies here! And werewolves, they ..."

"Shut up, priestess, now is not the time for you to ask questions, now ... go out."

Holy army officers interrupted the question of the moon priest coldly, and at the same time glanced at the statue of the moon **** in the center of the temple.

Is too fake, it doesn't look like it at all, it's completely the elven's imagination, and there is no slight fluctuation of divine power.

The Crusaders did not lie to them. The Hippogryph Rescue Brigade arrived here soon and began to quickly respond to the refugees.

At present, their own world tree, Teldrassil, has become a huge refugee camp, and there are elves successfully escaping from the canopy plain.

Their incomparable confusion, everything is so unreal, like a terrible nightmare.

Was the tree of the world that was raged by the fire at the previous moment. The next moment seemed to go back in time. It was also the tree of the world, but it was still intact.

Everything is as peaceful as ever, the deep forest and the calm lake.

There is no tribal attack ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ There is no flame attack.

But here is so strange, especially the flag of the Eye of Truth that can be seen everywhere, and the statue of the Everlasting Emperor who has never been heard, can obviously feel a fanatical empire atmosphere.

The priests of the moon from Darnassus, led by Tyrande, flowed around the refugee camps to heal the wounded fellow elves.

At present, most of the refugees have been successfully rescued, and the remaining small part is only hidden in ruins everywhere, or the group scattered around the Black Sea coast.

The time is becoming more and more urgent, and the time line is engulfing and merging faster and faster, so there is not much time left for the Night Empire to gather elven refugees.

The rescued elf refugees, after proper treatment and rest, will be settled by the empire to all parts of the country and start a new life on this strange timeline.

They still have to learn a lot, especially the change of national ideology, which requires a lot of time to adapt.

Know how long it took for the night elves to gradually change from the Big Four Council to the Empire.

The Holy Judge's Truth Judge Oruriel proposed to initiate another internal cleansing to quickly change the minds of this large group of elven refugees, but this proposal was immediately rejected by the Titan Emperor and called her only Muscular female man hitting and killing.

The suffering of this group of refugees has been so miserable, the mentality and mental tension are tight, boss Hu can't bear to put a heavy pressure shackles on them.

and so. . . Take your time, after all, the rope is too tight and will break.