Chapter 475 The Dark Night of the Night Elves

Ysera's whole body was red, and a more red gem was embedded in her chest. Every priest in the Temple of the Moon knew that it was the Tears of Elune, the holy object they had always worshipped.

"This damned band of robbers, when did it..."

"Are you satisfied with my work?" Richard clapped his hands to attract Tyrande's attention. Seeing her turn her eyes, Richard pointed to the sky with great joy. "What a beautiful form, embrace the nightmare, you will win eternity. Tyrande, give up resistance, if you give up resistance now, I may be merciful and let you reunite in the Emerald Dream. Oh, is this the answer?"

Richard tilted his head and avoided Tyrande's attack. Richard shook off the leaves that had blown onto his shoulders.

"Kill them all."

The howling monsters rushed towards the Moon Temple excitedly. Tyrande calmly commanded her warriors to put up a strong resistance based on the terrain.

"They won't be able to resist for long, please rest assured." One of Savis's lieutenants said to Richard respectfully.

"Is the hole left?"

"Everything is ready."

"Okay, Fina, let's go to a higher place and find a good spot to watch the show."

"Yes, I prepared the latest desserts, do you want to try them?"

"I think Oni will like it very much."

Richard took Fina and the others to find a better terrain, but Tyrande was worried about a better terrain. The Moon Temple was not suitable for defense, but this was one of their most important places and must be defended. Those fortifications were actually not very useful. In addition, Tyrande's mind had drifted to the vicinity of the Emerald Dream, where her husband was now. Even if it was a trap, she would go.

"The eastern line of defense was lost!"

"The southern line of defense was lost!"

"The second eastern line of defense was lost!"

"It's getting worse..." Tyrande frowned, and bad news came one after another. This place was about to be lost.

"High Priest! High Priest!" A female official ran over and said, panting, "High Priest, the enemy's attack is too fierce. We have to hold on any longer. We must organize the non-combat priests to evacuate! They are ready. Even if we die, we must let our inheritance continue! High Priest, please take them away! We will do everything we can to buy time for you!"

"You are right. We must let future generations know what happened here. We will set out now. Here... I'll leave it to you..."

The female military officer nodded and rushed to the battlefield without hesitation. Tyrande felt a little sorry when she saw her back. The war had been going on until now, and the outcome was very clear. The night elves would have no future. There were very few territories belonging to them. After the fall of the Temple of the Moon, Tyrande's only wish was to live with Malfurio in a secret place. The ending of these non-combat priests will be the same as these warriors. Didn't you see that the dragon did not appear in the sky?

"But... it's good to buy time." Tyrande rode the white tiger and looked at the tired crowd behind. Now they were heading in two different directions from the Emerald Dream.

"Keep going forward, go to Moonclaw Valley, the underground network there is well developed, you can avoid enemy attacks."

"What about you?"

"There is a distress signal from the north, I must go to save them! I leave this to you."

"Yes! High Priest, we will definitely protect our people until death!"

Tyrande closed her eyes and urged the white tiger under her crotch to run straight to the Emerald Dream Forest.

"Wait!" On the bridge leading to the Emerald Dream, Tyrande made a new discovery, there was a feather on the ground.

"This is... Malfurio's... He was really brought here!"

"Quick!" Tyrande rode the white tiger and searched around the forest. Malfurio's feather guided him to a designated location, the Nightmare Pool.

"Malfario!" In the center of the nightmare pool, Malfario, bound by thorns, appeared in front of her. Tyrande rushed over without hesitation to untie the vines, but a feather appeared after untying them. After a while, a Malfario appeared next to it. Tyrande rushed over again, but it was still a feather... This trick was repeated dozens of times. Tyrande gradually became a little crazy and began to shoot madly at the nightmare.

"Bastard! Get out of here! Give me my Malfario back!"

After ten minutes, Tyrande fell to the ground tiredly and didn't want to move.

Rustle...

Tyrande turned her head mechanically, and a familiar figure appeared in her sight. That was the giant toad that appeared in the deleted Chapter 470...

"Tyrande's recovery is complete."

Half a day later, Richard returned to Kozan Island. The uncertainties of the Broken Islands were completely eliminated. Now the western, central and northern regions of Azeroth have basically been taken into his pocket. Only the human expeditionary forces in Theramore are struggling to resist in these three regions. In addition, there are only Pandaria in the south and the Eastern Kingdom.

On the Pandaria side, Kozan Island has always had trade exchanges with them, especially Lao Chen's wine has always been a hot commodity. They don't care about the outside world, so they don't need help for the time being. There are still four forces in the Eastern Kingdom that are not under Richard's control. One is Gilneas in the north. They are now like a candle in the wind. Loki's undead army and high elves are working together to destroy this isolated country. The female lord of Alterac was completely brainwashed. After being expelled by the natural disaster, Van Cleave led the Brotherhood and a large number of civilians who were unwilling to live in Stormwind City to the north and established a country on the site of the former Stromgarde. Under Richard's guidance, he and Alterac defeated the Hammer Dwarves in the Hinterlands.

The remaining three are all in the south, one is Stormwind Kingdom, one is Ironforge, and the last one is Nefarian.

Under Richard's order, Ragnaros stopped all surface activities and concentrated on digging underground. Now he is ready 500 meters underground in Ironforge, waiting for the corrupted Brian. After Bronzebeard takes out the dwarves who are willing to leave, the rest will become roasted dwarves.

As for Nefarian... now he has followed in his father's footsteps.

"Why didn't this set of gene sequences succeed? It's all garbage! Garbage!" Richard and Onyxia stood outside the laboratory and looked at the mad Nefarian inside. Ever since Richard appeared in Molten Core, Nefarian has been madly researching the five-colored dragon. However, the progress of biology requires the support of multiple disciplines. It is not enough to create a new creature just by combining genes. Countless failures and not wanting to become a vassal have turned it into this pitiful state now... 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~