I traveled through time and space and became the Archbishop of Stormwind!

The silver moon pours its light on the broken coastline.

The Night Blade Leopards rushed into the battlefield to the rhythm of the waves.

These ultimate beasts born in the forest ran on the gravel without raising any dust.

Every time the claws hit the ground, a circle of light ripples appeared.

They were like a group of silent black lightning. It was not until Shandris Feathermoon's Nightblade Panther struck an orc who was still praying with its moon blade that the entire orc camp realized that death was imminent. Countless night elf sentinels poured into their camp like a tide.

"In the name of Elune!"

With Shandris's clear battle cry,

The sentinels' moon blades simultaneously cut through the night sky.

The night elf huntresses, aided by their beloved nightsaber leopards, charged through the orc camp.

The moon blade made of mithril dragged a stardust-like trail in the moonlight, constantly reaping the lives of these Twilight Hammer believers.

Of course, the orcs would not sit still and wait for death. The moment the female hunters attacked, after a brief panic, the quiet beach suddenly became boiling.

The orc warlocks rose up to fight,

The hastily condensed fel fireball collided with the spinning moon blade, and countless broken resentments were reflected in the exploding emerald halo.

But the female hunters were not fond of fighting.

They came and went like the wind, using the Night Blade Leopard's impact to launch a surprise attack and then flew away.

After running away, he turned in the air and came back to kill the orc warlocks in the gaps between their spells, cutting into the gaps between their attacks as accurately as an oak leaf in a storm.

Shandris's long hair had been braided for ease of combat, and now it fluttered in the wind as its owner moved quickly.

She had already killed several orcs and was now tapping the stirrups of the Night Blade Leopard with her toes.

The whole person was pressed against the back of the Night Blade Leopard, charging towards the altar built on top of a reef like an arrow.

There is the center of worship for these orcs, and a terrible two-headed ogre wizard is directing the battle there.

But he did not want to leave the altar because his master required him to complete the summoning ritual.

As long as the summons is completed, the deaths of these people will be valuable, and it is the price they pay for the coming of twilight.

With this belief, the ogre wizard raised his huge mace with a skull on top and swung it tightly to block the feather arrows shot by Shandris.

"Come on, coward! You'll succumb to Twilight!"

Unfortunately, Shantis didn't understand his yelling and cursing at all, nor did she want to understand.

The Sentinel General's body seemed to have merged with the surrounding night. When the ogre swung the skull-inlaid mace, Shandris's moon blade had already drawn a perfect crescent arc in the night sky - the weapon stained with fel energy and the thick arm holding it broke together, and the gushing dirty blood scattered on the ground and even corroded the ground, emitting bursts of green smoke.

The ogre, whose arm was cut off, fell in pain beside the altar and curled up on the ground.

Shandris's Night Blade Leopard leaped forward and stepped on him with one claw.

“Surrender or die! Monster!”

Shandris placed the moonblade on the ogre's neck and shouted.

Here, Shandris defeated the ogre. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the orcs not only did not surrender, but became even more violent.

The female hunters didn't care whether these guys fought or surrendered.

The galloping Night Blade Leopards attacked in groups and together, making wonderful weaving and detours like a flowing net of starlight.

The battle had already begun to become one-sided.

The rapidly spinning moon blade plowed scarlet furrows through the enemy horde. The sea breeze, carrying the smell of salt and rust, swept across the battlefield, carrying the ancient elven language of the huntresses' war songs to the sea of ​​stars.

Alvin, who was following behind, wanted to cast spells to provide support, but he was afraid of accidentally hurting his own people, and secondly, before he could take aim, the female hunters finished the battle in an instant.

The sentinels' agility made Alvin unable to use his strength. The golden holy light energy condensed and dissipated on his Naaru beacon. From a distance, it looked like a street lamp that sometimes lit up and sometimes went out.

He noticed the Valkyrie-like Shandris's activity,

Surprised that the silver figure dancing in the blood mist was not like usual,

When the last orc warlock was struck down by the huntresses,

Arya had already started to lead her men to reap the fruits of their victory.

Shandris held down the struggling ogre on the altar, waiting for Alvin's arrival.

After a bloody battle, Shandris's silver armor was spotless, as if the killing just now was just an invisible game.

"Well done, Shandris! I'm impressed by your activeness. I don't seem to be making any difference."

Alvin urged the Night Blade Leopard to come to Shandris's side. Seeing this powerful female warrior, he took the initiative to greet her.

"No need to flatter me."

Shandris said expressionlessly, but she still raised the corner of her mouth in satisfaction.

Although he said this, he was still very proud when he heard Alvin's approval.

"The Moon Blade is much faster than your magic. Next time, remember to chant the spell half a quarter of an hour in advance."

Shandris wiped the sweat from her face and did not forget to tease Alvin.

"Do you understand their language? Let this guy tell us where his companions have gone..."

She thought of Alvin's visit to Draenor, the homeland of these guys, and wondered if he had any way to communicate with this violent barbarian.

"Hey! Ogre! What's your name?"

Alvin turned his head and asked in Orcish.

The two-headed ogre, who was struggling in pain, heard a human speaking orcish.

One of the heads opened its eyes and looked at the guy in front of it curiously.

He looks like a pastor.

"Weakling! You have no right to know Golmogo's name!"

"Shut up, idiot! You told him the name yourself!"

"Oh no! This cunning human, all humans deserve to die! I'm going to eat him!"

"For heaven's sake, shut up, you wretch! Save your energy!"

Alvin had just asked when the ogre's two heads started quarreling.

"Shut up! You answer whatever I ask!"

Alvin shouted angrily, "Golmogo! You are our captives now! The defeated should show due respect to the victor! In your culture, this noble lady can even be your master!"

As he spoke, he pointed at Shandris. When Shandris saw him pointing at her, she knew that he was using her to scare them, so she put on a fierce expression, and the Night Blade Leopard under her crotch also stomped hard, almost stepping on Golmogo to death.

"Oh my God! He not only knows our language, but also our customs! Who is this kid?!"

"It hurts, it hurts so much, stop stepping on me, we surrender, we surrender! Tell this beast to stop stepping on me, I'd rather have my head chopped off than be trampled to death like this!"

The two heads screamed, and Alvin raised his hand slightly, and Shandris let the mount relax its claws.

"Now tell your mistress what the hell you are doing and where are the others?"

"Can I tell you this?"

"I can't tell you! Kelris said that if you fail to complete the mission, you will be sacrificed!"

"But if I don't tell you now, I'll die! Being sacrificed is also death, so I have to die no matter what? Wuuuuuuu, Gao Ermoge doesn't want to die!"

"Stop crying, idiot! Then we'll just say that Kelris treated Golmogo badly, and Golmogo wasn't betraying us, he was just taking revenge!"

"That's right! It's revenge! That Kelris, go underwater!"