"I'm going to learn from Master during the battle at the Dark Portal. I'll think of a way to print a batch of 'Battle Manuals' and teach the Night Elves how to deal with demons. This will prevent them from taking the wrong path. "
Experience gained through blood and life was always a priceless treasure on the battlefield. This could change the balance of power on the battlefield.
Vanessa suddenly asked, "What is Brock doing?"
Rhonin shrugged, "After he regained his freedom, he was summoned to see Cenarius. It seems like the demigod is trying to strengthen his [Blade of Cataclysm]."
"Lucky guy."
"Right, how much time do we have?"
"Master told me to go to Azshara at noon and midnight to keep an eye on Grom Hellscream."
Before the city's defenses were strengthened, a hero-level thief like Vanessa could enter and leave Azshara easily.
She immediately understood what it meant to keep an eye on Grom.
At noon on the first day, Grom was playing with ivory carvings in the corner of the royal garden. He was carving on a steel boar's tooth, carving the head of a Lord of the Abyss on it.
On the second day, Grom was playing with wood carvings, using an axe as a carving knife and carving out two Lords.
At midnight on the third day, Grom went to the toilet three times.
Every day, Grom would do something new. The intelligent Vanessa immediately understood what he was doing.
Unbeknownst to most of the Night Elves, the dark clouds of war were rapidly accumulating.
On the sixth day, Vanessa finally received new instructions …
It wasn't until the seventh day that Tyrande finally received the most conclusive piece of information. Illidan, who had joined the Moon Guard, had snuck back and told Tyrande the terrifying truth that there were five Burning Legion Lords in Azshara.
Tyrande no longer hesitated and went straight to the Night Elves' respected Lord Ravenkaise. She showed Ravenkaise the evidence.
Ravenkaise's face was ashen. He swung his strong arm in a circle and slammed his fist on the table.
"That traitor Savis must have deceived Her Majesty! No! I must encourage all the Lords to start an operation to rescue the King! "
Tyrande was speechless. She could not help but admire Queen Azshara's charm. Even though there were images of the Empress appearing near the teleportation portal, and even footage of the Empress happily caressing those burly and ugly Demon Guards, there were still many lords like Ravenkaise who believed that the Empress had been deceived.
Five Lords of Kaldorei had the same idea as Ravenkaise. The only good thing was that at least they were ready for war.
Just as the war was about to break out, something big happened in Azshara City.
A huge commotion came from the outer city of Azshara. It was the resting place of Queen Azshara. She ordered music to be played in the hope of driving away the noise, but alas, the lyre and flute were of no use.
She had no choice but to get up. Her new bodyguard, the Demon Guard, followed closely beside her. She strolled gracefully through the palace. The first person she saw was not Jarvis, but Varson, the captain of her guards, who was on one knee with one fist on his chest.
"I am the supreme empress."
"My dear captain, why is it so noisy outside?"
The Night Elf with a face full of scars looked up at her and hid his expression. "Perhaps it will be easier to show it to you."
"Very good."
He led the way to a balcony overlooking the main city. Azshara rarely came to this balcony because she didn't want to be seen by the public. She preferred the view from the luxurious balcony in her room, which might allow her to see a corner of the Well of Eternity.
With a snap of Varson's fingers, a royal arcanist released a small [Telescopic Vision]. Then, the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection showed the queen that many civilians in the outer city were vomiting and having diarrhea. It was a terrible scene.
"Ew!" The queen waved her hand, not wanting to continue watching.
The mirror image disappeared instantly.
"Your Majesty, it seems to be a plague …"
"How can there be a plague? Why didn't anyone report it to me?! "The queen looked displeased.
At this moment, Savis hurried over. "Honorable Lord of Evernight, I may be able to explain …"
The queen raised her hand and gestured for Savis to continue.
"According to your instructions, we are shutting down the magic branch of the Well of Eternity so that more magic power can be injected into the construction of the portal. When we shut down the magic branch of Count Ali John Farrell's mage tower, it seemed to have caused a leak in the count's lab. "
"Leak?"
"Yes! It seems that a virus that can cause severe diarrhea leaked out and contaminated part of the water supply. As a result, more than 10,000 civilians are infected. "
"How many Kaldorei died?"
"Not many died, but their excrement seems to have the possibility of secondary contamination. The civilians are panicking now."
The queen looked even more displeased. "I don't want to see any filthy people in my city."
Therefore, an incident that didn't exist in history happened out of nowhere and then inexplicably set the tone.
Azshara began a large-scale evacuation operation in the city.
No, it was more accurate to say that it was banishment.
A large number of Moon Guards and city guards carried shining magic weapons and wantonly drove the civilians away from Azshara. For a moment, the main city of Kalimdor, which stood in the center of the continent, was in chaos.
On top of that, there was a rumor that an even more terrifying and deadly plague would spread in two days, which directly triggered a frenzy of fleeing among the residents.
In just two days, this huge city with a population of more than a million was completely empty. The only place that wasn't affected was the inner city where the High Elves lived.
The songs were still sung, and the dances were still danced.
In the underground palace of the inner city of Azshara, the twins found Duque.
Queen Saloras said in a teasing tone, "Yo! My dear spy, what do you think of the wave of refugees outside? Mannoroth was going to descend soon. If there isn't enough blood, who knows if those guys will go berserk. "
This was obviously a test. If it didn't go well, it would be like mud falling on one's pants. Even if it wasn't shit, it would still be shit.
As an honest and reliable young man, Du Moke was, of course, spouting nonsense with a straight face.
"Oh? So what? " Duque's tone was full of disdain. "On this small planet, a primitive race that doesn't even have interstellar warships or interplanetary teleportation portals. Even if they escape, where can they escape to? For me, completing the mission that Lord Kil 'jaeden entrusted me with and opening a larger and more stable portal as soon as possible to welcome the Burning Legion's main force is my only task now. Whatever you want to do, just do it. It's none of my business. "
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