Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

"What's going on outside, Vastain?"

　　 "Father, insects have already climbed up through the accumulated corpses below!" Vastann just walked into the hall, and the sword on his hand was dripping with green insect blood.

　　 "I see." Stag Helmet nodded heavily, "Where is General Shantis?"

　　 "She succeeded me, leading the sentry troops to help the archers defend."

Staghelm stared at the map, then straightened up, looked at his son and said: "You go and inform Siloma first, let her lead the priests into the canyon position we planned before. The druid and the rangers will Then enter the canyon with me!"

Vastann ignored the sweat from his forehead, and said anxiously: "Father, reinforcements are coming soon. I don't think it is a good choice to retreat into the canyon! It is too narrow, and our people may not be able to withstand the bug. Human attack!"

　　 "Listen to my orders, Vastain!" Deer Helmet shouted, "I have my own plans!"

　　 Vastain had no choice but to squeeze the sword in his hand and exit the hall.

　　Night came soon, and the bugs suspended their offensive against Cenarion fortress.

　　 Shantis Feather Moon had just eaten the special rations. She raised her head and looked at Elune, full of worries about the Deer Helmet's orders.

　　Although the wooden walls on the periphery of the fortress are crumbling, the buildings inside are still intact, so she retreats and abandons this fortress that has been standing for a thousand years. She is extremely unwilling, but she has no choice.

　　 "General Shantis!" The son of the archdruid in armor walked up to her.

"What's the matter, Vastain?" Shantis stood up. Although it was night, her vigorous figure became clearer under the moonlight, and those twinkling white eyes quietly looked at the green in front of her. Hair elves.

"I am a little worried about the situation in Nanfeng Village. It's been almost a week, and there is still no news from there." Vastann stood by her, looking at the bumpy sand, "and my father is getting more and more stubborn. Reinforcements are coming, but my father insists that we go according to the plan set before. I have an ominous premonition."

Shantis Feathermoon sighed, and she said to Vastann: "No news is the best news, and that elf mage is there, it must be fine. You have to believe in the commanding ability of Lord Staghelm, Elune Will bless us through this difficult time!"

　　Vastein clenched his fists, did not speak, and the gust of wind roared in the desert, it seemed that even the moonlight spilt by Elune was blown away.

　　 Soon in the middle of the night, the elves in the fortress were basically retreated, only Fandral led a few druids.

　　 "Your Excellency Archdruid, all our people have retreated." At this moment, an elf walked up to them and said.

　　 Fandral nodded, his expression heavy: "Okay, let's go, then, we'll rely on us next!"

To the south of Cenarion Fortress, where Fandral can’t see, countless bugs are burrowing out of the ground. Several hill-like beetles are moving slowly. A very noble-looking pink bug man stands on the front line and stares. Looking at the canyon in the distance and the ruined fortress wall.

　　 "The order goes on, the moment the sun rises, everyone rushes forward with all their strength!" The pink bug man shook his antennae and gave the order.

　　 All the bugs got this command, and a scream rang through the sky.

　　Southwind Village, Aristophanes sat in the town hall, looking at the elves who had been arguing for a long time.

"No, you can't retreat!" Inigo categorically refused. "The evacuation of women and children without receiving the Archdruid's order has already made me sleepless, and now you let me just abandon it? Nanfeng Village is our world. The homeland that has survived for generations, you can't give up easily!"

　　 Mara was still trying to persuade her with all her heart. She understood that she would rely on these two or three hundred low-level rangers and a dozen priests. Once the swarms of insects came on a large scale, there would be no way to resist it.

Inigo still shook his head. He said, "Didn't it mean that you can ask for help from the Cenarion Fortress? Ryan, Mara, write to them for help! You can't just watch Nanfeng Village destroyed in the hands of the bugs. Right!"

　　 Looking at the stubborn head of Nanfeng Village in front of him, Aristophan shook his head secretly, and at the same time his thoughts drifted to the low-level zerg he had faced recently.

　　 Obviously, these bugs do not have very high intelligence or strong physical stamina, but they are very large in number, and if one batch is killed, another batch will be made up immediately.

It’s better here in Nanfeng Village. It’s not the main attacking direction of the insects, so they still have time to rotate and rest. As for the Cenarion fortress that stuck the insects on the road north, Aristophanes can defend without holding it. The idea of ​​living.

　　 "I just don't know what Staghelm will choose." Aristophane thought to himself.

　　 "Why are you so stubborn?" Ryan patted the table angrily. "Even I have changed my mind. Why do you have to stay here to die?"

　　 Inigo still shook his head and said nothing.

　　 "Well, I lost to you." Ryan Wolfwalker clutched his forehead and turned his head and walked out.

　　 "Forget it, that's it." Aristophane followed her out, and then stood side by side on the empty street.

　　 "Mage, are you confident?" Looking at the bright moonlight, Ryan's eyes showed a trace of confusion.

　　 "It is more difficult to kill all the bugs by myself; it is not difficult to **** you to break through." Aristophane said lightly.

　　 "Oh, just brag!" Ryan said with a smile, and Aristophane shrugged.

　　 "Then guard Nanfeng Village!" Ryan made up his mind, "Will you come with us?"

　　 "Then I am afraid I will ask General Shantis for more money."

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Early the next morning, when the sun had just risen, Fandral led the claw druids standing in front of the canyon, and Shantis and Siloma led the remaining priestesses of the moon to guard. Close to the back of the front line, while staring at the bugs rushing towards the canyon from a distance.

　　 Soon the black swarm rushed into the canyon.

　　 "Roar!" The Fandral Stag Helmet was the first to become a huge bear, and ran into the insect that rushed towards him.

　　 With his sharp claws, he easily tore off the insect's carapace. The huge bear paw crushed countless insect corpses, and green insect blood splashed all over his body.

　　 The alien insects waved their forelimbs shining with cold light and barbed hooks, and chopped down on his thick fur, causing no damage, leaving only white marks. This instead aroused Fandral's fierceness. With a roar, his figure grew a little bigger again, and he rushed up to the bug in front of him.

　　 Watching Fandral take the lead, the rest of the claw druids couldn't bear to deform, blocking the entire canyon passage, and countless bugs were torn and crushed.

　　 At this time, an unpleasant and extremely sharp neighing sound rang, Fandral's changing giant bear raised its head and found that several beetles that were taller than himself rushed into the canyon, opened their mouthparts, and rushed toward the elf's defense line.

　　 Fandral was not afraid, leading the claw druids who turned into bears around him rushed up. Looking down from a high altitude, it was a gray dam that blocked the raging black flood.

　　 Fandral stopped two giant worms alone~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He patted left and right, while standing up to withstand the third giant worm that rushed in front of him.

　　 "Wow!" With a roar, the giant worm in front of him was overturned to the ground, crushing countless small worms.

　　 At this time, the two worms he slapped away, one from the left and the other, were about to slash at the giant bear's front paws with their sharp forelegs.

The archdruid was about to release the bark technique to resist this attack. Two white beams of light appeared on the head of the giant worm out of thin air. They fell to the ground without even shouting. A large transparent hole appeared on their body. It gives off a burnt smell.

　　 Not only these two giant worms were attacked, all the giant worms in front of the druid were like this, all were wiped out by the white beam of light, and not one was left.

　　 Fandral twisted his bear's head and saw that Shantis was making a prayer, then nodded at her, and once again killed the influx of bugs.

　　 In this way, with the special terrain of the canyon, the hard work of the druids of the claws and the hard work of the priests, Fandral waited for reinforcements from the Feathermoon Fortress.