Chapter 473: The Dark Night of the Night Elves (Part 2)

"Tyrande, when you killed my son a thousand years ago, you didn't expect this day to happen, did you?"

"Nonsense, we didn't kill your son. The murderer who killed your child was C'Thun, and you know that very well!"

"How could he have died if your damn husband hadn't sent him to that place! He was my only relative! I don't miss you, you have Malfurion and Illidan, but I have been alone since then!"

Tyrande's chest was filled with rage, and she glared at Staghelm fiercely: "Don't forget, you were also one of the highest commanders in the War of the Quicksands!"

"Haha!" Vandal. Staghelm opened his arms and looked around. "A night elf, who can resist you?"

"There is no way to reason with people like you, come and take revenge if you have the guts!" Tyrande waved her left hand, and stars kept falling from the sky. Staghelm was well prepared, and several vines under his feet wrapped him tightly. A few seconds later, a vine emerged from behind Tyrande, and Staghelm rushed out from it.

"Damn it!" When Tyrande heard the sound of the vine, she was forced to stop her attack.

The battle between Tyrande and Staghelm was destined to be led by Staghelm since Staghelm attacked Tyrande. Tyrande's fighting ability is mainly reflected in healing. Her helpers are now separated. Staghelm's men are far more numerous than the night elves.

"Clang!" The sound of metal and Staghelm's steel claws colliding, Tyrande, who was in a wolfish state, looked carefully and saw a familiar figure blocking her way.

"Illidan..."

"Tyrande, hurry up! We can't stay here any longer!" Illidan shouted while fighting with Staghelm, "The mountains and plains are full of their minions. Our people have been surrounded by them. If we don't run away now, we will never be able to escape! I'll block them here! You lead the people to retreat! Quick!"

Tyrande looked around. There were more than three enemies around each of her soldiers, and no one was intact. Just like Illidan said, it would be too late if we didn't leave!

Tyrande blew a loud whistle and led the troops willing to evacuate out of the encirclement.

"Illidan, we will remember your kindness."

"Humph!" Illidan flexed his wrist and smiled at Staghelm, "Now it's our turn."

Tyrande rode the white tiger and kept rushing forward. The number of warriors around her was getting fewer and fewer, but they had also broken out of the encirclement.

"Elf, is there anyone else rushing out?"

"#￥%...&..."

"Malfario...sisters, go east!"

In the safe area east of Mount Hygar, Malfario led some warriors who successfully broke through to set up a temporary camp. Malfario discovered the critical situation earlier, but because the others were separated too far, he could only break through alone, leaving some elves behind, and set up a camp in the east.

It was already the second day since Tyrande arrived at the camp. To Tyrande's sorrow, many familiar druids were unable to get out.

"Dear Tyrande, I'm glad you got out." Malfurio's voice sounded very tired. He hadn't rested for several days.

"My dear Malfurio, are you okay? You look terrible."

Malfurio shook his head, covered his mouth and coughed twice, and said to her: "We must leave now. They will find us soon. Darnassus has fallen."

"What." Tyrande's eyes were filled with tears. Their hometown had also been killed.

"I've already thought of a place."

"Where?"

"The Broken Isles."

Tyrande nodded. The Broken Isles were once their homeland. There were many temples there. They could have more hope there.

That evening, Malfurion left some elves behind and led the remaining tribesmen on their way. They had no trouble in the jungle, but as soon as they stepped onto the plains, they were discovered by a dragon in the sky.

"Those damn lizards... No wonder we didn't see the pursuers, they are really waiting here!"

"Tyrande, don't worry about them, after crossing the river, we will enter the jungle again, which is our home ground." Malfurion stood by the bridge and commanded his troops to cross the river. "Quick! Quick!"

Tyrande also crossed the bridge quickly, and before she could look back, the dragon in the sky flew down.

"No! Malfurion!"

The small wooden bridge could not stop Alexstrasza's anger, and it turned into ashes in an instant. Without the bridge, Malfurion could not pass through here at all. The sky was full of dragons and he could not transform at all.

"Tyrande, you go first! I'll go around, go quickly, don't worry about me!"

Tyrande gritted her teeth, tears flashing in her eyes, grabbed the white tiger's neck and roared loudly: "Let's go!"

The dragon's anger continued to spew out, and Tyrande quickly dived into the jungle, but Malfarion could not fulfill his promise.

"Xavius..."

"Oh~ Malfario, do you really think I will lose to you? All this is to let you follow our plan. The Broken Isles is the third tomb of the night elves."

"We will not let you succeed. I swear on my life!"

The first tomb Xavius ​​mentioned was Darnassus, and the second was Mount Hygar. It might be a bit conservative to call it a tomb. It is more like a slaughterhouse. The corpses of countless elves, demons, orcs, and nightmare monsters are scattered all over the mountains, and some have begun to rot and stink. However, Illidan didn't care about those dead guys. For him, saving his life was the most important thing now.

More than a day of fighting left him with scars, and all the elves around him had died in battle. However, Illidan did not care about the lives of others.

"Tyrande should have escaped by now, these strange creatures are really relentless..."

Illidan had just rested for less than a minute when nightmares and low-level demons came rushing in. Illidan looked around and saw that he was completely surrounded, and it was difficult to break out from any place.

"Since there is no way to escape, let's fight to the death!" Since he had not touched Gul'dan's skull and the Eye of Sargeras, Illidan would not transform into a high-level demon, but having once joined the demons, he could still release extremely oppressive high-level energy.

"I am Illidan, you low-level bastards, come and take my life if you dare! Uh..." Illidan was hit hard on the neck just as he was getting ready, and fainted on the grass. "

There's a guy here who must be locked up in a cage." The newly appeared night elf, wearing a long helmet and a cloak, skillfully tied a tortoise armor to Illidan, and she didn't take the ferocious creatures around her seriously at all.

"The judgment of justice has come, all for the watchers!"

The blade of the wheel of revenge in his hand flew, stirring up the flesh and blood, and a new round of slaughter began... If you want to chat about "Touch of the Ancient Gods" with more like-minded people, follow "Youdu Literature" on WeChat, chat about life, and find confidants~