The Rise of the Cemetery

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The debate in the conference hall continues.

However, as one of the representatives of the Emerald Dragon Clan, the sacred dragon Lao Luo Kemu has long been inadvertently listening to those boring excuses and reasons, and sneaked out of the venue.

When it stood on top of the holy tree and looked down at the near-perfect elven holy city, the worries in his heart not only did not disappear, but became stronger.

At this time, the sound of the familiar wooden stick clicking on the road surface came, and a familiar soul wave came behind it.

"Did you even slip out? You are one of the main directors of today's meeting!" Despite the low voice, Lao Luo Kemu's voice still made the old friend hear the resentment in the angry voice.

It was the only legendary big Druid Argus storm that had escaped since the last war.

The Druid with a simple and vigorous face like a hundred-year-old bark did not ignore the complaint of the Emerald Dragon, but walked to its side and looked down at the most beautiful natural dwelling under the misty dream underneath it. Desolate and sad.

"Are you missing Idril?" After a long silence, Argus storm turned to look directly at the emerald dragon with resentment.

Raluocam did not face the big druid, but leaned his head slightly, and asked in a muffled voice: "The conference is coming to a conclusion?"

Big Druid grinned bitterly.

"Will there be a difference between a conclusion and an inconsistency? The Elven Council has already decided to send all the elven tribes to the Northern Rift Warcraft Continent, where they can win a survivable land and forest. Meeting today The purpose is not to make a decision, but to fight for Dora ’s allies and companions. After all, the land and forest there have owners! "

Speaking of the last sentence, the disdain and contempt in Grand Druid's tone were already evident.

"Do you disagree?" The Emerald Dragon turned his head back in doubt.

The big druid did not answer, but extended his right finger to the far southwest direction, and sighed faintly: "Many raptor druids we sent are watching the forest there, and an unprecedented large-scale war is about to break out!"

"War?" The Emerald Dragon was obviously fainted by the subtle vocabulary changes of humans and elves: "Don't all your troops withdraw? Who can fight Zerg there?"

"A ..." The Archdruid paused, thinking about the wording: "It's a completely elite army of undead. They came from another continent across the distant ocean, with the help of those human mages They are delivered. "

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

"Not the same! Really different! As the emerald dragon has few partners who like to think, Lalochem, I need you to open your eyes and take a closer look. It is a powerful one that has really subverted our past cognition. The army of undead. And ... and they are not troops, but a real army! "

The Druid's cautious tone infected the Emerald Dragon, and Laurochem bowed his head and thought.

"If you say this, I think of one thing! In the city of the green, I once saw a very different human necromancer, and Idriel seemed to have seen something in him, what he thought of him. Very high. But what is specific, Idriel did not say ... "

Speaking of an old friend who had been sleeping in the green city forever, the elven high priest Idriel, the emerald dragon Laurochem's breathing became heavy, and his mood became low and sad again.

"We have already investigated, and the army of undead that currently appears in the southwest should be the subordinate of the young necromancer you call it. That is a powerful army of undead that can compete with the Ahn'Qiraj Zerg! If ... If we can draw such a powerful force at the beginning of the beheading plan, maybe ... maybe the results of that plan will be different ... "

Speaking of which, the voice of Big Druid Agus Storm also choked.

No wonder he is so sentimental, the pain caused by the beheading plan has caused the entire elven clan and the entire druid group to hurt the bone marrow. If he is given another chance to choose, maybe Argus Storm will choose to die in Ahn'Qiraj's worm nest. At least this way, he doesn't need to see the bleak picture of the end of the elven kingdom and the uneasy tribes of the clan.

Northern Rift, the World of Warcraft in the mouth of human beings, although there are great similarities with the Elven Continent in environment, it should be able to allow the elves to adapt quickly. But ... but whether the huge indigenous Warcraft there would welcome such a large foreigner to occupy their territory, it is almost impossible to know the answer without guessing.

Could it be ... that the elves who can't resist the Zerg army need to hold the butcher's knife against the natives on another continent? At the thought of such a picture, Grand Druid's body could not help but tremble and shudder.

The Northern Rift has a group of Druids who defected hundreds of years ago, where they established a so-called "Emerald Dream" to commemorate the "Emerald Jungle" of the Elven Continent. The Druid who had squeezed them out was now going to take refuge with them. This ... this contrast makes Argus *, who is regarded as the leader of the Druid group, somewhat distracted.

Perhaps the last battle was to die in Ahn'Qiraj's worm's nest.

Big Druid couldn't help thinking again.

"What do you want to talk to me about today?" The Emerald Dragon looked at the Druid, who was not at his soul in doubt.

"I want to ask you to take care of the younger generations of our druids. I ... I don't plan to leave!"

"you……"

"This is our home for survival for generations. Now we abandon our home and compete with another group of homologous partners for a scarce living space. I can't do it! Our druids are not afraid of fighting. Our druids are full of chests. Anger, we ... We want to continue fighting with the Zerg until the moment we fall ... "

It can be seen that the Archdruid has obviously suppressed for a long time. This time he shouted out the ideas in his heart, and his spirit began to rise obviously.

"Fight! Fight!" The Emerald Dragon murmured, and it was obvious that it was also inspired by the whole body's blood: "Sorry, my old friend. It seems that you need to recruit people to take care of those morals. Rui little ones, because I also need to fight! Our home of the Emerald Dragon is here! "

In the last sentence, the emerald dragon Laurochem roared out with a huge dragon chant that could tear the sky. Long and indignant Long Yin whirled around in the magical city of the elves like a fantasy palace, so that every forest race that I heard could not help but look up.

There, on the top of the high holy tree, a giant dragon with a magnificent shore is chanting its neck and chanting to the jungle and the forest race that has lived here for generations!

…………

Compared with the orderly retreat of the elves, the orc's road to escape appears strangely difficult and dazed.

Standing on the high hill, Pestle looked down on the tribes who were trekking in the jungle. Vanell was filled with endless desolation and sorrow.

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

A swarm of scattered scattered predatory resources accidentally broke into the northwest wilderness where the orcs lived for generations. Between the yellow sand, the Gobi, and the hills, the orc forces and the Zerg gathered together fought desperately, fighting desperately, and finally repelled the army of worms.

Less than 300,000 insect swarms bring nearly 80,000 casualties to the orcs, and most of the dead in battle are strong and healthy young men.

So, worried that the orcs were trapped in the northwest wilderness, Vanell could only call on more tribes to embark on the road to the depths of the forest.

For this reason, the orcs split!

Some tribes followed Vanel to the rear of the elven forest, some tribes chose to stay in the northwest wilderness, and some set foot on the road to the holy city of elves.

However, Vanell knew that they were on a path of no return, but they were helpless!

The elves might have planned to flee, but their ship of doom did not leave any room for the orcs. Orcs want to survive, they can only find a way out.

The only reason for Vanell to clench his teeth in the predicament was the scene that the high priest of Sanger showed him before he died. Only the orc talents who fight desperately have a ray of life, and all the orcs who passively avoid war will be drowned in the sea of ​​insects.

When Vanell, who was originally the patriarch of the Stone Hammer tribe, but has now become the substantive leader of this orcish army, was immersed in the **** rain of memories, an orc scout team composed of 11 wolf cavalry hurried back.

They also brought back unexpected news to Vanell.

In the former green city, near the ruins of an important city where the elves were attacked, a sudden army of undead was fighting with the insects.

After placing the long-distance wolf cavalry, Vanell once again knelt down lonely in front of the clan warfare of the tribe, silently praying to the spirit of the ancestors. He vaguely felt the opportunity for the orc to survive, but this major decision that determined the fate of thousands of orcs in the future. After losing the high priest of Sanger, he really did not know who to talk to and discuss.

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 a time to make a decision!

Orcs are never slaves!

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

Vanell's attitude stood firm.

Need to find a chance to meet the commander of the army of undead.