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"That seems to be the power of the elements."

"Element?" Nathanos looked at the Dark Ranger curiously.

Veronara nodded, she was also attracted by the various energy colors on the battlefield. "Some of Quel'Thalas's classics have recorded this kind of power. It is said that it can only be used after reaching an agreement with the elements, such as

Lightning and whirlwinds are the element of wind, flames are the element of fire, and those healing currents are the element of water. You are right, this power does come from the world itself, but..." Veronara gritted her teeth.

Death did not change her hatred for the orcs, "Why? Why are the orcs recognized by the elements of this world? They also associate with the trolls, and the tauren also joined them. It seems that these people have the characteristics of beasts.

The filthy creatures are all the same."

Others more or less showed the same anger. Nathanos also had some resentment in his heart, but he was more confused, and at the same time there was a glimmer of hope in his heart. The orcs had brought disaster to the world, and now

They can actually be recognized by this world. What about the undead? Can they also be favored?

"Look at that orc!" Ranger Lyanna pointed to a figure on the battlefield. She found a special orc in the crowd. Nathanos saw him at a glance and opened his eyes wide - Thrall! Once

That orc at Durnholde Castle?

"How is this possible?" Nathanos couldn't hide the shock on his face. He still remembered that memory - Thrall escaped from the place where he was imprisoned, then became the leader of the orcs, and finally destroyed Durnholde.

And killed that guy Blackmoore. He caused a lot of trouble in Lordaeron, and the Alliance spent a lot of effort but failed to catch him. It is obvious that the new chief of the tribe is better than the former Ogre.

Mu is more cunning and powerful. His ability to use the power of the elements illustrates this.

"The armor and weapons on his body!" Nathanos' eyes were fixed on Thrall. The lightning chain that burst out from the orc's hand killed four centaurs in one go. "It seems that the rumors are true.

Orgrim is dead, and he gave Thrall his black plate armor and huge hammer, and also passed on the position of chieftain to him."

"Saar?" Veronara repeated the name and thought for a moment, "This name seems to mean 'slave' in your human language."

"The irony is that this orc was raised by humans." Nathanos told the surprising truth. Until now, he still can't understand Blackmoore's stupid idea. Facts have proved that this orc has rotted under the soil.

Man has created a formidable enemy for his fellow man.

"You said he is a chief? So the tribe is back?"

"And they also got new help." Nathanos added. The orcs must have been here for some time, and they have received help from the locals. These tauren are not simple-minded creatures. The tribe is heavy

Reborn, although not as powerful as before, but with a wise leader, it is only a matter of time before they prosper.

The battle ended quickly and ended with the victory of the tribe. The centaurs fought bravely and caused a lot of casualties to the orcs.

"Should we go down and take advantage of them and attack them secretly?" Enya asked, but immediately attracted a scolding look from Nathanos.

"Taking advantage of the fire? Are you sure you're not going to die? They have wolf cavalry. Even if we succeed and kill some of them, we can't escape. Those wolves have very sensitive noses, and even if we escape into the forest, we can't hide the corruption in us.

breath."

"I'm just joking, you have the final say on how to do it." Enya smiled playfully, with a hint of mockery.

Nathanos snorted and immediately gave the order, "I will follow these orcs alone and leave a mark. You stay within one kilometer away."

"Why not act together? And why should we follow these orcs?"

"Shut up!" He turned his head and glared at Enya who asked questions, "The aura of death created by too many corpses following behind will easily expose our traces, not to mention that most of our team are ghouls and brainless.

The walking corpse. As for why he is following the orcs..." Nathanos paused and reluctantly told the answer, "That was the instruction from the guy in my mind!"

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May the sun guide you!

This sentence is a greeting between high elves, but if anyone dares to mention this sentence in front of Sylvanas at this moment, she will definitely rush out and teach that guy a lesson on the spot.

The situation on Kalimdor was worse than she expected. The Farstriders could perform missions in any environment, but their previous training courses did not include adapting to the desert. When they arrived on land, the sun in the sky

The highest point of integrity. This can really kill the elves. The Quel'dorei, who have been accustomed to staying in the forest for a long time and like humidity, are not adapted to such a harsh environment. The temperature causes the water in the body to evaporate quickly, and the water reserves are also reduced.

The bottom was about to hit, and many elves had the intention of retreating.

"Ms. Sylvanas, our members feel very bad. We are not welcome in this continent."

"Let everyone hide under the trees and in the shadows of the rock formations. Tell them to rest for a while and then set off to the north." Sylvanas took off her sultry hood. She soon discovered that it was of no avail, as the heat wave hit with the wind.

her cheeks.

"North?" The elf who asked her for instructions became confused and asked casually, "Why the north?"

"I feel a... more primitive magic." She explained, trying her best to describe that feeling, thinking that the word "primitive" was the most suitable. Shortly after the fall of Quel'Thalas, Sylvana

Si immediately noticed changes in her body, and her hair showed signs of turning white. Others had similar changes. The abnormal phenomenon caused a lot of panic.

This is not a disease, but a sign of addiction to magic. Far Travelers are different from other elves in that they have the least need for magic, but even so, they cannot escape the shackles of their bloodline.

"I don't know if you have felt it, but most of the magic on this continent is concentrated in the north from underground. If we can find the source, we may be able to alleviate the upcoming symptoms of magic addiction."

"I've never known that feeling, ma'am. What exactly is addiction?"
Chapter completed!