"Ms. Maiev "please" come back. She is resting in the castle now. A watcher as powerful as her must be transformed by you yourself... But she is very uncooperative. Even after losing her life, she is still that stubborn

The warden.”

"Those are all minor issues."

Tyrion did not look back. He removed his hand from the bark of Nordrassil. He patted the ashes in his hand and said:

"I believe that Maiev will eventually understand the path we are on, and she will eventually join us in our quest for justice, just like you. Is our guest, Lady Ysera, ready?"

Shadow nodded:

"Ms. Ysera is very painful and angry because of the loss of her lover. She is willing to cooperate with us..."

"very good!"

The great lord shook his fingers:

"The boring war in this world is over, and it's time to step into the battlefield of nightmares... I hope that those new enemies in that place can be determined and tenacious enough... to allow us to have a good fight."

And when Tyrion was planning and preparing for a new war, in the ruins of the Holy Mountain Hyjal he had just left, Tyrande was half-kneeling on a piece of land that was completely torn apart by power. The original power was no longer visible here.

The beauty of the Kaldorei Holy Land, wherever you look, is filled with desolate ruins and lifeless corpses in the ruins.

The Night Warrior's armor is covered with scars from the power of death. Judging from those scars, Tyrion had at least three opportunities to kill her directly, but the death tyrant did not do that, and Tyrande's final blow

, although Tyrion's chest was torn open, the Night Warrior knew very well that for a man wielding death, it was definitely not a fatal injury.

He retreated on his own initiative...

Not because of Tyrande's threat, Tyrande, who had initially accepted the power of the Night Warriors, was not a threat to Tyrion, who had already been infiltrated with the power of the Death Core.

Tyrande knew it all, but she couldn't tell the truth.

Behind her, those elves who had survived the death war on the eve of dawn saw with their own eyes the scene of Tyrande repelling Tyrion. In that state of extreme confusion after losing the World Tree, Tyrande

The appearance of Germany and Tyrande's rescue gave them new confidence and hope to continue on.

When the halo of the dark moon dissipated, when the sun once again shone on the ruined battlefield of Mount Hyjal, the surviving elves silently stepped over the corpses of their companions and stood beside Tai, who was half kneeling on the ground.

Behind Rand, they looked at their leader with complicated eyes. They were at a loss. They didn't know how to face the loss of eternal life.

Everyone is at a loss for the death that is bound to come, a death that has been unfamiliar for ten thousand years. In the confusion, there is still a trace of fear that cannot be concealed, the fear of death, the fear of old age, and the fear of limited life.

The fear is a kind of urging, an instinctive sense of urgency in life.

Tyrande could feel the gaze from behind. She used her war scythe to prop up her body. Under the sunlight, her shadow was stretched. She turned around and looked at her people. She looked

Seeing the confusion and hesitation in the people's eyes, she wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to say it. After hesitating for a few minutes, Tyrande's hoarse voice sounded in this ruined holy land. It was not impassioned or impassioned.

There is no despair.

Just like the calmness she used when speaking to people, she said softly:

"I know that you are confused. I know that the Kaldorei are no longer immortal after last night. I know that you are in pain and despair."

"You want to get hope of living from me. You want to hear me tell you that last night was just a nightmare. When you wake up from the dream, we will still live happily in the forest of Mount Hyjal..."

"But, no!"

The moment Tyrande finished speaking, some fragile soldiers began to sob, and these painful sobs infected others, making the already bad atmosphere even more bleak.

After a few seconds of calm, Tyrande took a deep breath. The sun shone on her dusty and scarred face, giving the former Moon Priest a halo of sunshine:

"The catastrophe has occurred, my people, the Kaldorei's age of immortality is over, we have been out of the world for too long... It's time to truly enter the world... We don't have much time to grieve, not much

It’s time to miss the past, look around you, your compatriots, and the people are waiting for us to send back the news of victory..."

"Go, collect the remains of your companions, and prepare to start a new life."

Tyrande was silent for a moment, and she whispered:

"We have lost too much, and we cannot allow what we still have to be taken away from us! From now on, we must be strong. From now on, no disaster can knock us down. From now on, even if we lose

We have lost the most important thing, but the Kaldorei still won’t live with their heads down!”
Chapter completed!