Meryl and Faol left; they were returning to Naxxramas to prepare for the final battle.
Uther has left with Old Mograine and Tirion Fordring. The final battle in Howling Fjord is brewing, and the Vanguard Encampment at Icecrown Glacier is also under construction in preparation for the decisive battle.
Krasus also flew back to the Wyrmrest Temple to continue his battle against the Undead.
Soon, Fenna was also sent back to Stratholme by Anveena, and the Galakrond's Rest fell silent.
"Brother, where are we going next?" Anveena asked, tilting her head up.
Jiang Jie smiled, pointed east, and said, "I promised Cenarius and Malfurion I would help them solve the problem of the Furbolg ' corruption. Now is the time."
They followed a path eastward, through a narrow valley, until they arrived at a polluted, gray forest.
The World Tree " Vordrassil " is planted here, and the Emerald Dream energy it emits has spurred the growth of vegetation throughout Grizzly Hills. The trees here are lush, but they are no longer the normal emerald green.
Because Vordrassil has been corrupted by the Old Gods Yogg-Saron, even though it was destroyed by the Druid thousands of years ago.
Vordrassil was corrupted, and so was the entire Grizzly Hills.
Throughout the Northrend, the work of the Old Gods Yogg-Saron is everywhere, and Northrend is no exception.
Of course, Yogg-Saron wasn't the only Blackhand behind it all.
Jiang Jie looked up and headed north.
It was a towering, magnificent black fortress, brimming with Troll style, not much inferior to Zul'Aman and Zul'Gurub:
It is the Drak'Tharon Keep, originally the territory of the Drakkari Frost Trolls, but for some reason, it has been captured by the Scourge.
Arthas has extended his reach here and has successfully acquired a base that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.
Looking south, there is Zeb'Halak, an ancient building of the Drakkari Troll, dedicated to a Loa. It has clearly also been occupied by the Scourge.
The House Menethil members are all remarkable. Arthas is very ambitious, sending troops everywhere to bring all of Northrend under his control. Unfortunately, this has led to his forces being scattered and encountering setbacks everywhere.
Because the Northern Expedition has been underway for some time, and Borean Tundra and Howling Fjord have not yet been conquered, neither the Alliance nor the Horde has set foot on this land. Only the Night Elf have sent thousands of elite troops here to help the Furbolg break free from the corruption of the Old Gods Yogg-Saron.
Having arrived here, Jiang Jie naturally needed to contact the Night Elf.
The Blessing of Cenarius between the eyebrows was a good thing. Jiang Jie quickly learned the general situation of the Night Elf army, and then headed south, finding their camp in a slightly greener forest.
"This is the Amberpine Lodge, Grand Duke."
A familiar, burly man greeted Jiang Jie Jiang Jie, giving him a real bear hug. Then, a cracking sound was heard, and the burly man was in pain all over, his bones popping and his body covered in bruises.
"Long time no see, Broll. I thought Malfurion would send some other Druid, but it was you." Jiang Jie smiled.
Yes, Broll Bearmantle, the Night Elf Druid who has been in charge of looking after Teldrassil, has arrived here and is also one of the leaders of this Night Elf force.
"You are very strong, Grand Duke."
Broll finally managed to break free from Jiang Jie's embrace, rubbed his bruises, and then smiled, saying, "My ancestors received the blessing of the bear Demigod Ursol and Ursoc, and this blessing flows in my blood. That's why Cenarius and Master Malfurion put me in charge here. Grand Duke, this is Aethas Moonfire, the commander of the Silverwing Sentinels."
Jiang Jie turned his head and saw a female Night Elf, heroic and spirited, with bright, starry eyes.
"I was Velinde Starsong's second-in-command before she became Druid."
Aethas Moonfire wore a faint Night Elf- like smile, "Grand Duke, I have brought a thousand Silverwing Sentinels; this is all the force we can muster."
The Feathermoon Sentinels had been following Shandris Feathermoon for a long time.
Back in Feralas, thousands of terrifying Naga remained, proving difficult to deal with. Moreover, the Night Elf distrusted the Shen'dralar and the High Elf, so they naturally sent troops to maintain order there. Besides the Feathermoon Sentinels, the Night Elf also had an elite force: the Silverwing Sentinels.
This force is larger than the Feathermoon Sentinels, and is mainly responsible for patrolling and guarding Ashenvale, Felwood, Darkshore, and even Mount Hyjal. It is Tyrande's direct subordinate force, Velinde Starsong is one of its commanders, in charge of Felwood.
The Silverwing Sentinels numbered five thousand, but at least two thousand were lost in the war against the demons a year ago. Now they are also responsible for clearing out the remaining demons in northern Kalimdor and for patrolling and guarding the area. Sending a thousand of them is already quite generous and shows great sincerity.
Night Elf Sentinels are very strong, extremely strong.
These sentinels are highly trained, generally having lived for hundreds or even thousands of years, and are proficient in various combat techniques. In addition, the Night Elf excellent physical qualities, almost on par with the Tauren, so their combat power is also very strong.
In fact, in the forest, even an ordinary sentry can fight against a squad of Orcs Warrior!
The Night Elf Sentinels are even stronger than the High Elf Rangers; these thousand men should not be underestimated.
As for Druid...
"Grand Duke, I'm sorry, at least forty percent of the Druid are lost in the Emerald Dream and cannot be awakened. We must gather all our forces to fight against the Nightmare Lord and the Emerald Dream. We can only send a limited number of people."
Broll's voice lowered. "I brought a Claw Druid."
"Not many indeed," Jiang Jie frowned slightly.
Fortunately, it's not about fighting the local Furbolg, so the number of Druid won't have a significant impact.
"No need to apologize, because ultimately, this is your Druid ' business... well, I'm a Druid too, so it's my business as well. How's it going, Master Broll?"
Jiang Jie drank a glass of water, then asked, "You've been here for over a month, what progress have you made?"
"We drew a map."
Broll spread out the map and said, " The Silverwing Sentinels scouted the entire Grizzly Hills. There are at least 20,000 Furbolg here, more than all of Kalimdor combined. They've all gone berserk and irritable, impossible to approach. Furthermore, we've discovered Scourge, Troll, and Iron Dwarves town outposts. The situation here... is terrible."
"Leave everything else for now. What we need to do now is solve the problem of the Furbolg. If all 20,000 Furbolg recover, they will be a force comparable to half of the Northrend Expedition! With this force, we can wipe out all the enemies in the entire Grizzly Hills."
Jiang Jie waved his hand and then asked, "So, what are your thoughts?"
Aethas Moonfire said calmly, "Don't ask me, I know nothing about Druid. Lord Tyrande's orders to me are to assist the Grand Duke and Master Broll. I will obey you, and all the Silverwing Sentinels will obey you."
"Okay, this is what I'm thinking."
Broll pointed to the upper-middle part of the map and said, "We've discovered that the Furbolg are trying to resurrect Ursoc. But if they do manage to resurrect Ursoc, they can only resurrect the Ursoc corrupted by Yogg-Saron! My idea is: we should purify Ursoc beforehand, not here, but in... Teldrassil!"
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