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They said that the most uncomfortable moment in the desert was noon, where the sun burned the quicksand of Cilitus and the huge ancient walls arranged in an orderly manner outside the Scarab Wall.

The Bronze Dragon emphasizes that time is like a flow. No matter how cruel the environment is, it exposes the huge shell of the Scarab Wall to the scorching sun layer by layer, but the endless waves of heat waves can never shake it.

Priestess Shiloma once said to me: "Vandal Luhew stood alone in the distance and stared at the ancient wall. He thought quietly, hoping to find a way to end all this. No matter how he observed it, he finally got only one answer: helpless."

I am a druid like him. Unlike other similar people who defend nature, he only wants to protect one person - his son. Am I not? I am Vastanne's wife, and if it weren't for my pregnancy, I would have participated in that damn war.

Shiloma told me that Van Dal and Vastann chose to fight the canyon so that the wings could be protected by a steady stream of quicksand. Sentinels, priestesses, druids, and the descendants of Senarius: the guardians of the jungle and the tree demons, each sea of ​​insects is destroyed, and a new batch will be added. I think of the Burning Legion, but the insects are more abominable than the demons.

As Shiloma told me about the war, she raised her head gently and looked at the sky. I was not sure if she was praying like Elune, and I just asked her to continue: the wings of the insects blocked the sun's light; the night elves' legion was almost ruthlessly submerged by the swarm swarm; the hope became increasingly slim--no one seemed to survive those terrible months.

Nightmare Battle of Quicksand!

In the last few days, more and more insects flocked to the sky. Vandal also began to summon reinforcements. He found the dragon and the tauren. Shiloma and her companions began to summon the help of the moon god Eluen. The gorgeous light column fell from the sky and blocked the ground power of the sea of ​​insects. But there was still a buzzing sound all over the sky. The flying insects appeared in the sky, one after another, leaping over the edge of the canyon, rushing straight to the bottom of the canyon, rushing to the rear position of the druids, spreading their claws and diving down, and starting a fierce attack...

What was the final result? Shiloma didn't want to recall it anymore. She only heard amid the chattering insects, a voice seemed to be constantly directing the soldiers in front of her: "Rajax, Rajax..."

Rajax, this cursed name, I will never forget it.

When night came, Shiloma said that she had not had a good sleep all night, and the noise of the battle seemed to linger in her ears, although it was surprisingly quiet around her.

In the morning, the night elves began to gather again and prepare to advance to the hills in the distance, but there was unsettling silence around. No bug was seen on the entire horizon. When Vandal was about to order the advancement, new bad news came: Nanfeng Village was in danger!

Nanfeng Village, the turning point of everything! I often complain about why Fandal noticed the problem and asked his son to rescue Nanfeng Village. I was also blaming myself, I should stay by his side.

Vastanen - my husband, at this time, suggested that his father lead the large army to stay on the front line to restrain the insects in front, and he was willing to lead a advance team to Nanfeng Village to find out the situation and rescue. Shiloma next to him heard the last part of the conversation between father and son.

"This may be a trap!"

"Of course, we can try our luck. I will defend the village, win, and fight for your honor!"

“It’s more important to come back safely than anything else, go.”

I don't remember what Shiloma said next. When I heard this, I felt dizzy and my heart was uncomfortable. Shiloma wanted to pray for the power of the Moon God to relieve my pain, but I refused. I knew that worked, but I no longer trusted the Moon God Eluen. At night, whenever her dark curtains came to Azeroth, why didn't she release her anger to solve the Anqira worm? Why did she ignore Vastanen when she was caught by the worm in Nanfeng Village? Did she watch her people suffer coldly?

Curse you, Moon God, curse you!

Today, Vandal came to see Istalia, Vastanen and my children, his granddaughter. But his eyes told me that he was here to seek comfort. The Amquira worms returned, and the priestess Tyrande reached an alliance with the tribe, hoping that Vandal would be the commander of the joint army.

Hell, do those people think that after a thousand years, Vandal has been freed from the pain of the quicksand battle? Who else do they want the Luliu family to lose? He, me, or my daughter?

I advised Vandal not to go, anyone could go, Santis, Tyrande, or Malfurio, who was sleeping in the cave, could anyone. The Deer Helmet family does not owe Cardores anything, on the contrary, Cardores owes us.

Vandal left without saying anything, without saying a word from beginning to end. I was a little scared, I was afraid that he was coming to say goodbye to me and Istalia.

But I relaxed when everything was settled. Vandal did not go. He heard that he had a very unhappy relationship with Tyrande, but who could stand up and accuse a father who lost his son?

The night elves couldn't accept this result, but I felt it was natural that the leader of the United Army was Valok Sarufar, a vulgar orc.

I thought that even if Tyrande had lost Vandal's support, she would do her best to recommend Santis to command the battle against the insects, but she actually agreed easily. Why? Did she forget that the fanged beasts had invaded Ashes Valley and killed Senarius?

The orcs didn't know how to fight at all. Now even the route of marching was under the control of the other party. A female orc named Ohahn Ogre Sword proposed to her commander that the United Army gathered in Phelas so as to reach Silitus as quickly as possible. It was a foolish decision. The reason for completing all this situation was the incompetence of the leader. I now believe more firmly that what Van Dahl often said is true: Tyrande, I don't know how to lead our people.

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After using up all the last bit of ink on the quill, Leyana threw it in the corner at will. Her daughter Istalia's ears moved, and she was still sleeping. Her hair color perfectly inherited the dark green of her father. Leyana walked to her daughter gently and helped her cover her with a warm quilt.
Chapter completed!