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

A flaming dragon breath that was so hot that it seemed to melt the stars, like a torrent of magma breaking through a dam, with the momentum to burn everything, slammed into the center of the Naga position, where Marshal Vikus had just stood!

however.

The expected scene of raging flames burning the city and turning flesh and blood into ashes did not occur.

Just when the dragon's breath was about to devour everything, a translucent energy barrier suddenly opened above the Naga position.

This barrier presents countless fine, hexagonal structures that are stacked like giant snake scales, and each scale is flowing with a faint blue arcane light.

The crimson dragon flame torrent hit the barrier, but it didn't explode or penetrate. Instead, it was like a hot iron being dipped into ice water.

The raging flames were forcibly absorbed by the dark blue light.

The surface of the barrier fluctuated violently, with countless ripples appearing. The center point hit by the dragon's breath instantly became blazing white. Countless tiny blue electric snakes scurried around frantically between the scales, transforming the destructive fire energy into harmless light and heat and dissipated magic sparks, like a brief and strange blue and red firework blooming in the night sky.

The entire barrier flickered and hummed violently under the impact, as if it could not bear the weight, but it finally stubbornly withstood the dragon's breath that was enough to burn down a small town.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

The fishman below, who had just been forcibly suppressed by the supervisory team, instantly had his fear replaced by disbelief and dullness on his face, and then burst into almost insane joy.

They pointed at the undamaged barrier and let out roars filled with ecstasy.

Even those cold-blooded Naga warriors showed relieved and fanatical grins on their tense faces.

"Roar--!!!"

The roar of Naga General Vikus exploded like thunder, instantly drowning out all the noise on the battlefield.

He waved his huge halberd, pointing at the little red dragon that was slightly surprised that its dragon breath was blocked and was adjusting its posture in the air, and then pointed at the night elf position that was briefly stunned because the dragon breath was ineffective.

"See?! Their dragons are useless! Weak reptiles! The barrier is impenetrable! Queen Azshara protects us! Brothers, for the glory of the Abyss, for the Queen's will—charge! Crush these night elves!"

The fishman, who was on the verge of collapse because of the dragon's might, was now completely ignited by the governor's roar and the illusion of an invincible barrier.

Fanatical courage filled their simple minds.

They howled even crazier and more bloodthirsty than before, their eyes were red, and they no longer showed any fear. Like a frenzy driven by evil magic, they fearlessly charged into the night elves' positions.

They scratched with their claws, bit with their teeth, and rammed with their bodies, completely giving up on defense, just to drag the elves in front of them into muddy and bloody close combat.

The night elves were instantly under tremendous pressure.

The originally stable front line was shaken by the impact of this crazy sea of ​​​​mercantilever.

When you knock down a fishman, two or even three will immediately rush over to bite him;

The moon blade spun, but it couldn't stop more enemies from rushing forward, stepping on the corpses of their companions.

The battlefield has completely fallen into the most primitive and cruel meat grinder stage.

Warlord Wikus stood in the relative safety of the rear, watching the night elves' once meticulous formation begin to deform under the reckless onslaught of their own murlocs and the naga warriors.

Seeing the awe-inspiring guardian tree, its thick trunk was already studded with dark green Naga poison arrows, and golden sap gushed out like blood;

Seeing the young, ridiculous red dragon, circling unwillingly in the sky, every time it tried to dive, it was blocked by the protective barrier that was still strong and flashing with the light of dark blue snake scales, but it was helpless.

A cruel smile slowly crept up his dark-scaled cheeks.

Everything is planned.

This brutal frontal battle, the sacrifice of these soldiers, and even the appearance of the dragon were nothing more than gorgeous fireworks to attract attention, an expensive but necessary bait.

His rough fingers subconsciously pinched the strange orange crystal hanging on his chest.

There seemed to be sticky, ominous lava slowly flowing inside the crystal. It was warm to the touch, but it transmitted a violent energy that was enough to destroy everything.

"The time has come,"

His low, hoarse voice was barely audible, and only he could hear it.

"The bait has done its job, it's time to pull in the real nets."

He took one last glance at the battlefield filled with deafening cries of killing. There wasn't a trace of pity for the lives of his compatriots in his eyes, as if all the fierce fighting, shouting and death were just chess pieces on the chessboard that were about to be discarded, and were insignificant compared to his real goal.

He twisted his powerful body violently, and his thick snake tail made a slight rustling sound on the gravel. Then, like a sea monster that was best at lurking, he silently merged into the shattered shadows of the ruins of Eldaras.

Several elite and trusted Naga warriors who had been waiting here immediately followed. The team they formed, like a drop of ink blending into clear water, quickly sneaked towards the core area of ​​the ruins.

Their goal was clear - the entrance to the ancient waterway leading to the deepest part of the ruins.

It was once part of the water supply system of the ancient elven city, but now it has been submerged by sea water. The winding passages lead to unknown secrets deep beneath the city.

The underwater world is a different story.

As soon as they dived into the freezing cold sea water, all the noise from the battlefield outside was instantly isolated, leaving only the suffocating silence and the slight hissing sound of water flowing across their scales.

The faint moonlight struggled to filter through the water above, shattered in the current, barely illuminating the countless collapsed boulders and broken giant columns ahead.

They lie quietly in an underwater tomb like the skeletons of ancient monsters.

Vikus took the lead, his powerful snake tail swinging vigorously, propelling him to smoothly shuttle between these underwater obstacles.

His men followed closely behind, each of them remaining silent, with only strings of bubbles escaping from their cheeks and rising silently to the distant water surface.

The waterway was complex and dangerous, like an underwater maze, but Vikus seemed to be familiar with the route and led the team to dive deeper into the darkness without hesitation. The pressure gradually increased and the environment became more claustrophobic.

A sense of pride spread in Vikus' heart.

It worked, so smoothly!

Shandris Feathermoon, the tough Sentinel General, had her attention, all her elite forces, and even her greatest reliance - the dragon, firmly nailed to the bloody battlefield.

She would never have imagined that the real fatal blow would not come from the front, but from the depths of this forgotten ruin.

He almost applauded his own clever calculation.

At this moment, a sense of discordant doubt came through the water.

The Naga captain who followed closely behind him and was also one of his most capable deputies seemed to struggle for a long time, but in the end he could not help but pass on the message through a language that the Naga had developed specifically for communicating on the seabed.

"General, do we really want to do this? There are still many of our brothers on top of the ruins, and they are still fighting to the death..."

Without warning, Vikus lashed out with his thick tail, sweeping it across the captain's chest and abdomen with tremendous force.

The heavy impact sounded dull but terrifying underwater. The captain was knocked backward and hit a broken stone pillar. He curled up in pain and choked out a series of rapid bubbles.

Wikus spun around abruptly, his serpent pupils blazing with tyrannical flames beneath the murky waters. "Fool! Think long-term! As long as victory is achieved, any sacrifice is worth it! A perfect victory requires an absolute sacrifice! Don't you see? Even Shandris Feathermoon herself has been drawn here! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! As long as we can completely bury her and her elite troops, even if the entire frontline soldiers, or even an entire city of murlocs, are buried with them, it would be an incredibly cost-effective deal! Their deaths will forge the eternal glory of the Naga Empire!"