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

No trumpets, no shouts.

The night elf assault came as quietly as the shadows themselves.

The nimble female hunters were the first to leap out from the towering shadows of the ruins. The night saber leopards under their feet were silent, with only the occasional sound of their claws scraping across the ancient stone slabs.

They were like a swift black whirlwind, the moon blades in their hands cutting through the darkness, and with a shrill sound of breaking through the air, they attacked the unsuspecting Naga sentinels and their murloc cannon fodder.

Following closely behind were the silent elven warriors, dressed in dark scale armor, holding two-handed weapons, with eyes as sharp as hawks, and steps that were steady and deadly, quickly seizing key passes and bunkers.

The huge glaive thrower was pushed onto the preset launching position behind the ruins. The winch made a low and suppressed "creaking" sound, which was particularly harsh in the silent night, like a giant beast grinding its teeth.

Each Glaive Thrower stood like a tower of death poised for destruction, its massive crescent-shaped blades gleaming icy in the moonlight.

However, the most awe-inspiring thing is the guardian ancient tree, the old tree root, which is like a moving mountain.

His bark was as thick as ancient armor, and his branches and leaves sighed softly in the night wind.

The huge wooden arms swung slowly but destructively, each movement bringing with it a dull wind pressure.

Every time he hurled a boulder larger than a glaive thrower, the entire ruin seemed to tremble.

Shandris stood on a platform nestled among the ancient tree's tangled roots.

She pursed her lips, her sharp eyes penetrating the battlefield, her slender fingers unconsciously stroking the longbow at her waist.

She was waiting, waiting for the best time.

"Elune, please bless Alvin."

The guardian ancient tree let out a low roar and suddenly threw a huge rock out.

The boulder tore through the air like a meteorite, making a terrifying roar, and slammed heavily into the area with the densest Naga defenses.

But Naga's reaction was astonishingly fast.

A sharp and hoarse alarm instantly pierced the night sky, replacing the previous whimpering wind.

Countless dark green vertical pupils lit up in the depths of the ruins, like ghost fires ignited in hell.

Groups of murloc slaves, these twisted and short creatures, screamed in fear and confusion, and were driven by strong male Naga warriors with barbed whips, rushing towards the elves' positions like a muddy tide.

They were so numerous, like a swarm of locusts, brandishing rusty knives and forks and making meaningless roars.

The male Naga warriors, wearing heavy scale armor and holding tridents or serrated scimitars, formed a more threatening formation. Their snake tails swam flexibly among the rubble, and their cold eyes were filled with only the desire to kill.

Farther away, the Naga crossbow also emitted a heart-pounding "buzzing" sound. The huge poisoned arrows were like a swarm of deadly poisonous bees, with a whistling sound that tore through the air. They flew over the heads of the chaotic murlocs and shot accurately at the elves' glaive thrower positions and the guardian ancient trees!

The battle instantly fell into a suffocating tension.

The swirling cuts of the moon blade, the clash of warriors' swords, the dying wail of the murloc, the roar of the naga warriors, the roar of the crossbows, the reverberation of boulders falling to the ground...all kinds of sounds intertwined into a violent symphony of death.

The huntresses rode their Nightsaber Panthers through the chaos, each precise throw taking a life, but the Naga's poison arrows and the suicidal attacks of the Murlocs also forced them to dodge quickly.

The night elf warriors formed a tight circle, waving their long swords with cold light, chopping the rushing murlocs into pieces, but the Naga warriors' tyrannical strength and tricky trident attacks continued to impact their defenses, and every head-on block made their arms numb.

The guardian ancient tree became the main target of the Naga crossbow. The huge poisonous arrows had been deeply nailed into its ancient trunk, making a muffled "puff" sound and flowing out golden blood like resin.

The old tree roots roared in anger, shaking the earth. Every stone thrown tried to destroy the annoying ballistae, but the naga cunningly moved their positions.

The Glaive Thrower let out a deadly roar, and the huge moon blade spun and cut into the dense crowd of fishmen, bringing about a bloody storm, but the operators were also exposed to the threat of poison arrows. People kept falling down, and new elves immediately filled in, with determination burning in their eyes.

Shandris's heartstrings were stretched to the limit. She could see the warriors' exhaustion and feel the ancient tree's pain. Every second of delay meant more sacrifices for her people.

"There's not enough time for Alvin... It's not the right time yet..."

She forced herself to remain calm, her eyes fixed on the Naga commander, Vikus, who remained calm in the chaos and continued to issue orders at the back of the battlefield.

Beside her, the little red dragon Akalitassa could no longer contain herself.

The young red dragon bit his lips anxiously, a low roar rolling from the depths of his throat.

"Shandris! Let me go! I can burn them all!"

Shandris took a deep breath, the smell of blood and gunpowder in the air irritating her nostrils.

She saw that Vikus seemed to be focusing his attention entirely on the front line, and the Naga formation had loosened imperceptibly under the attack of the ancient tree.

"It's now!"

She turned sharply towards the little red dragon,

"Akaritasza! The time has come! Take to the skies! Cleanse this desecrated land with flames! Everything... is in my hands!"

After she finished speaking, she raised her longbow and shot a flare into the air.

When the night elf warriors on the battlefield saw General Yuyue's signal, they immediately left the battlefield and retreated.

When the Murlocs and Nagas saw their enemies retreating, they thought they had been defeated and shouted excitedly while raising their weapons high.

"give it to me!"

Akalitasa's voice was full of confidence, as if she had finally waited for the moment to prove herself.

She no longer suppressed her voice and let out a high-pitched and clear dragon roar, which resounded throughout the ruins of Eldaras!

The sound was like a horn, instantly drawing the attention of every being on the battlefield. The enormous dragon's wings suddenly spread, stirring up a powerful gust of air that made Shandris's cloak rustle.

The little red dragon quickly transformed, soaring into the sky with an indomitable momentum, and instantly arrived in front of the two armies.

The scene below changed instantly.

The murloc slaves were the first to feel the terrifying pressure from the top of the food chain and deep in their blood.

They looked up in horror, saw the huge red figure blocking out the moonlight, smelled the scorching heat in the air, and collapsed instantly!

Fear spread like a plague. They dropped their weapons, screamed hysterically, and ran away in all directions like headless flies, pushing and trampling each other, trying to find any gap to hide.

The front of the entire Naga line fell into a vortex of chaos.

The Naga warrior in charge of supervising the battle roared, lashed hard with a long barbed whip, and even pierced the fleeing fishmen with a trident as a warning to others. It was with great difficulty that he managed to curb the wave of collapse.

At the moment when the chaos and terror reached its peak, Akalissa swooped down, and the destructive energy brewing deep in her chest burst out!