In a forest in the north of Eastern Kingdoms, Gilneas.
Dozens of walking mechanical spider tanks are slowly shrinking their encirclement that is as solid as an iron barrel. The Titan Energy Cannon turret on the spider's back keeps rotating, locking on the target in front of it and then blowing it into flying ash.
The soldiers of Night Elf Border Guard followed the spider tanks, relying on the bodies of these steel creations as bunkers, and used the energy rifles in their hands to carry out long-range fire strikes on the enemy.
The Feral Worgens were originally unafraid of death and rushed forward in groups to block the muzzles and die. However, as the encirclement gradually shrank, Velinde* Xingge controlled by Moon Goddess's Scythe also discovered that such brutal and direct human sea tactics had no effect.
So Feral Worgen began to switch to a defensive state. They began to rely on their agility and familiarity with this forest to desperately block the advance of Night Elves's army.
But this is still a useless effort. If this is still an era of cold weapon warfare, then maybe the fangs and claws of Feral Worgen will play a good role.
Seeing the werewolves launching a full-scale defense, Night Elf Border Guard also took countermeasures: they began to destroy the forest.
Don't you rely on forest trees for hiding and defense? Then they all explode.
Again, if it were before, the elves would rather slow down the progress or even have a temporary truce than destroy the forest.
After all, these two names, elves and forests, have always been closely linked.
Now... It doesn't matter!
Isn't it just a forest? As long as creatures like Primal Gronn and Dryads are not extinct from the empire, there will be as many forests as there are.
So the elven army silently took out a large number of Arcane Crystal flamethrowers and frantically began to set fire to the forest.
The fire-breathing troops are like mage masters specializing in the flame system. They carry a large Arcane Crystal behind their backs, which transform themselves through a pre-set method inside the crystal, and then spray out slender fire dragons through a special iron pipe.
The Spitfire is very special. This small force is the only one with Goblins soldiers.
Heklar Consortium's Goblins are not interested in ordinary war at all. It's meaningless to cut each other with swords or shoot at each other with muskets.
Only for the flamethrower, Goblinss burst out with great enthusiasm.
This group of Goblins wears black goggles, and an air-filtering mask is firmly fixed on the mouth and nose, with various patterns that Goblins paints on it.
The most popular pattern is a red grinning Goblins skull.
"Ahahahaha! Burn it! Burn it! Burn it ahhhhhhhh!"
The pyromaniacs held up the flamethrowers in their hands and kept waving them left and right, controlling the fire dragon to attack everywhere.
Even the two sides of the Gilneas civil war, which was in the final stages of the street fighting in Gilneas City, could clearly see this fire.
Thick black smoke rose straight into the sky, getting thicker and more choking.
This place has become a feast for pyromaniacs, and the group of Heklar Consortium Goblins who play with fire are enjoying themselves.
They are usually engineers accompanying the army, responsible for maintaining the Night Elf Border Guard Spider Tank, but if necessary, such as now, they can instantly transform into crazy fire-breathing troops.
Feral Worgen people were in misery, because the overwhelming fire was coming at them from all directions, and there was no way to escape.
The group of Druids attracted the roaring hurricane and guided the direction of the fire.
The fire burned for two full days, and the entire central part of the forest was completely burned into a clearing.
Night Elves's army advances again.
This time, they encountered very little resistance.
Pieces of black coal formed from werewolf corpses were scattered everywhere. From time to time, a few dying werewolves with severe burns could be found, and then they had been shot in the head.
On the hillside in the middle of the forest, the body of Velinde* Xingge, controlled by Moon Goddess's Scythe, was trying hard to hold up a silver-white mana shield, barely resisting the fire that determined the outcome.
Seeing the elves' army tightly surrounding him, and looking at the cold and angry eyes of Druid, Velinde* Xingge showed a wild smile.
"You can never catch me... No one can control the power of the wild. I am the master of the wild!"
Velinde* The Moon Goddess's Scythe carried behind Xingge began to slowly dissipate, as if he had used unknown magic to escape from here.
At this time, the soft white moonlight enveloped the open space, and Moon Goddess's Scythe, which was slowly dissipating and preparing to run away, re-condensed into an entity, and it could not run away.
"You were originally the weapon I gave to Druid, but now... you have betrayed them, betrayed your mission, and even betrayed my will. Just follow what is written on the paper... ahem..."
The incarnation of Elune appeared in mid-air in the open space, looking calmly at Velinde below*Moon Goddess's Scythe behind Xingge, who exuded a strong sense of fear and panic.
But no one would pay attention to the inexplicable words at the end of Elune. The elves all showed excitement and saluted respectfully.
Fortunately for the Border Guard soldiers, they were performing military salutes. After all, the empire stipulates that all troops can only perform such grand salutes as kneeling down when facing Eternal Night Divine Emperor.
Druid people come in all shapes and sizes, some kneel down and some bow deeply.
"Elune God... Please forgive us... We were disgraceful of your will and expectations and failed to use the sickle..."
Elune waved his hand gracefully, and the moonlight around him flowed happily, making the surrounding space filled with stars.
"I've already said that I don't blame you for this, and I didn't ask you to get the sickle back. Your attitude has already satisfied me."
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the middle of the open space, making Moon Goddess's Scythe, who was already very frightened and flustered, even more frightened and flustered.
That's Argus.
"I sensed energy fluctuations of the same race here, and it's not Sargeras's home, so I was a little worried and came over to take a look..."
Argus, who teleported from the Northrend Continent, looked around and found no enemies and breathed a sigh of relief.
As for Moon Goddess's Scythe... Argus was simply ignored as an ant.
"Thank you for your enthusiasm. I'm just dealing with some personal matters of my own."
"Ah... Then I'll go back. There are still many things waiting for me to decide in Sanctuary."
After that, Argus disappeared again.
In the sky, a Eye of Truth saw Argus and turned back to Northrend, and then began to dissipate.
Sargeras's Divine Eye hid its form, and even Argus didn't notice it.
Elune slowly landed on the ground and walked up to Velinde* Xingge, without any anger on his face.
"What shall I do with you, my former creation?"
Velinde*Xingge opened his mouth, but finally lowered his head and said nothing.
The scythe can be extremely arrogant and unruly when dealing with the mortal race, but facing Elune, Titan God, who created his own, even if you give it a hundred courages, it will not dare to stab it.
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