The Rise of the Cemetery

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The debate in the conference hall continued.

However, as one of the representatives of the Emerald Dragon Clan, the holy dragon Laurokaim had long been unwilling to listen to those boring excuses and reasons, and sneaked out of the venue by himself.

When it stood on the top of the holy tree, slightly looking down at the almost perfect holy city of elves below it, the worries in its heart not only did not disappear, but became more intense.

At this moment, the familiar sound of the wooden stick hitting the road surface came, and a familiar soul wave came behind it.

"Did you even sneak out? You are one of the people in charge of today's meeting!" Although Laurocam's loud voice had been lowered, the old friend could still hear the resentment in his muffled words.

It was the only legendary archdruid Argus* Stormwind who had escaped after the last war.

The archdruid with a simple and vigorous face like a hundred-year-old tree bark ignored the emerald dragon's complaints, but walked to its side, and looked down at the most beautiful natural abode below him, with all kinds of unspeakable feelings in his heart. Desolate and sad.

"Are you missing Idril?" After a long silence, Argus *Storm turned his head and looked directly at the resentful emerald dragon.

Laurocam didn't look directly at the archdruid, but tilted his head slightly, and asked in a muffled voice: "The conference is about to come to a conclusion, right?"

The archdruid smiled wryly.

"Is there any difference between having a conclusion and not having a conclusion? The Elven Council has already made a resolution to send all the elves to the Northrend Land of Warcraft, where they can win a piece of land and forest that can survive. The meeting today The purpose is not to make any resolutions, but to win over a few allies and companions of Dora. After all, the land and forests there have owners!"

When he said the last sentence, the disdain and contempt in the arch druid's tone were already evident.

"You don't agree?" The emerald dragon turned his head back in doubt.

The archdruid didn't answer, but stretched out his right hand and pointed to the far southwest direction, sighing faintly: "The many raptor druids we sent are monitoring the forest there, a large-scale war of unprecedented scale is about to break out!"

"War?" The emerald dragon was obviously stunned by the subtle vocabulary changes of humans and elves: "Didn't all your troops withdraw? Who can fight the Zerg there?"

"One..." The archdruid paused for a moment, thinking about the wording: "That is a completely elite army of undead. They came from another continent across the distant ocean, and they were helped by those human mages. They sent it."

"You mean those skeleton zombies that wobble and blow apart in one breath? What can they do?" The emerald dragon's tone was full of disdain.

"It's different! It's really different! As one of the emerald dragons who likes to think, Laurokaim, I need you to open your eyes and take a serious look. It is a powerful team that really subverts our previous cognition. An army of undead. And... and they are not troops, but a real army!"

The emerald dragon was infected by the cautious tone of the archdruid, and Laurokaim also lowered his head and began to think.

"When you say that, I think of one thing! In the city of green shades, I once saw a very different human necromancer. Idril seemed to have seen something in him. What did she say about him? It's very high. But what it is, Adriel didn't say..."

Speaking of the old friend who has been sleeping in the city of green shade forever, the elven high priest Idriel, the emerald dragon Laurokaim's breathing became heavy, and his mood became depressed and sad again.

"We have investigated, and the undead army appearing in the southwest should be the subordinate of the young necromancer you mentioned. It is a powerful undead army that can compete with Ahn'Qiraj Zerg! If... If we were able to attract such a powerful force at the beginning of launching the beheading plan, maybe... maybe the result of that plan would be different..."

Speaking of this, the tone of the Archdruid Argus* Stormwind was a little choked up.

No wonder he was so sentimental, the pain caused by the beheading plan made the entire elves and the entire druid group feel pain to the bone. If he was given another chance to choose, maybe Argus * Stormwind would choose to die in Ahn'Qiraj Hive. At least in this way, he doesn't have to see the desolate scene of the elf kingdom and the people in the clan who are in constant panic.

North Rift, the World of Warcraft that humans call the Land of Warcraft, although the environment there is very similar to the Land of Elves, it should be able to allow the elves to adapt quickly. But...But whether the huge indigenous monsters there would welcome such a huge alien race to occupy their territory, it is almost impossible to know the answer.

Could it be... Could it be that the elves who couldn't resist the Zerg army needed to raise their butcher's knife against the natives of their own plane on another continent? Thinking of such a scene, the arch druid's body couldn't help trembling and trembling.

There is a group of druids who defected hundreds of years ago in Northrend, where they established a so-called "Emerald Dream" to commemorate the "Emerald Forest" of the Elven Continent. The druids who had pushed them out originally were going to seek refuge with them now. This... Such a contrast made Argus Stormwind, who was regarded as the leader of the druid group, a little dazed.

Perhaps the death in Ahn'Qiraj's Hive last time was his proper destination.

The archdruid couldn't help thinking faintly again.

"What do you want to talk to me about today?" The emerald dragon looked at the distraught archdruid suspiciously.

"I want to ask you to take care of our druids' juniors. I... I don't intend to leave!"

"you……"

"This is the homeland where we have survived for generations. Abandoning our homeland now and competing for the scarce living space with another group of friends of the same origin, I can't do it! We druids are not afraid of fighting, our chests are full of Rage, we...we want to fight the Zerg until the moment we fall..."

It can be seen that the archdruid has obviously been suppressed for a long time, this time he yelled out the thoughts in his heart in one breath, and his spirit began to rise obviously.

"Fight! Fight!" The emerald dragon murmured uncontrollably, and it could be seen that it was obviously aroused by this thought: "Sorry, my old friend. It seems that you need to recruit someone to take care of those Germans. Little Rui, because I need to fight too! The home of our emerald dragon is here!"

In the last sentence, the emerald dragon Laurokaim roared out with a huge dragon roar that could tear the sky apart. The long and angry dragon chant swirls in the dreamlike and beautiful elf holy city, making every forest race who heard it couldn't help but look up.

There, on the top of the tall sacred tree, a majestic and stalwart dragon is groaning, sending its sacred oath to this jungle and the forest race that has lived here for generations!

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Compared with the orderly retreat of the elves, the escape path of the orcs seemed extremely difficult and bewildered.

Standing on a high hill, looking down at the tribal people trekking hard in the jungle, Vanel's heart is also full of endless desolation and sorrow.

The arrival of the Zerg is much faster than the orcs imagined.

A swarm of insects scattered to plunder resources accidentally broke into the Great Northwest Wilderness where the orcs lived for generations. Between the yellow sand, the Gobi, and the hills, the orc troops gathered and the Zergs fought desperately, fighting to the death, and finally repelled the Zerg army.

The swarm of less than 300,000 brought close to 80,000 casualties to the orcs, and most of those who died in battle were strong and healthy young men.

So, worried that the orcs would be trapped to death in the northwest wilderness, Vanel could only call on more tribes to join him on the road to the depths of the forest.

For this reason the orcs are divided!

Some tribes moved to the rear of the Elven Forest following Vanel, some chose to stay in the Northwest Wilderness, and some embarked on the road to the Elven Holy City.

But Varner knew that they were on a road of no return, but there was nothing they could do about it!

The elves might have been about to flee, but their doom ship left no room for the orcs. If the orcs want to continue to survive, they can only find a way out by themselves.

And the only reason that prompted Vanel to grit his teeth and persevere in the predicament was the scene that High Priest Sanger let him see before he died. Only the orcs who fight to the death have a glimmer of life, and all the orcs who passively avoid the battle will be submerged in the overwhelming sea of ​​insects.

When Vanel, who was originally the patriarch of the Stonehammer tribe, but now became the de facto leader of the orc army, was immersed in the bloody memory, an orc scout team composed of 11 wolf cavalry rushed back.

And they also brought back unexpected news for Vanel.

In the former Green City, near the ruins of an important city where the elves were breached, a sudden army of undead was fighting those bugs in full swing.

After arranging the long-distance wolf cavalry, Vanel once again knelt alone under the clan battle flag of the tribe, silently praying to the spirits of the ancestors. He vaguely felt the opportunity for the survival of the orcs, but after losing the high priest Sanger, he really didn't know who to consult and discuss with such a major decision that determined the future fate of thousands of orcs.

Maybe this is a way of life, maybe this is a way of death, but whether it is a way of life or a way of death, it is time to make a decision!

Orcs are never slaves!

This is the survival principle established by the ancestors of the tribe long ago. As long as I can avoid this iron law, as long as I can find a way to survive for the orcs, let me bear all the sins myself!

Vanel stood up resolutely.

We need to find an opportunity to meet the commander of the undead army.