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Halduron finally recovered a little bit of his original cynicism at this time, and he said with a playful smile, "It may only be a few decades for you, but we have spent thousands of years in the Twisting Nether, which is enough for the elves." It's been a long time."

Turayang looked at the battlefield and said, "Although there are still many things I want to say to you, it is obviously not a suitable place to reminisce about the past. Let's repel these legion demons first. There is still an important person in Zenidar." .”

   "I know, I've heard Velen mention it, it's Zela, Mother of Light, right?"

   "That's right, the Legion of the Holy Light's struggle can only be maintained by Zela. Once we lose him... I don't know how long we can last."

Charlemagne confidently looked at the overwhelming dragons in the sky and the demons who had been washed away by the magic cannon and couldn't find the north. Saragos' ambition."

"In the future, you don't need the Legion of the Holy Light to resist the attack of the Legion alone. Let's go and invite the ancestor Naru out. We will temporarily bring her back to the Enterprise. After the Storm Fortress also follows, the Naaru spaceship will It will be her new ship."

  Charlemagne didn't worry too much about the battle outside. If the scattered demons like Krokuhn could not be killed by concentrating so many superior forces, then this expedition to Argus would be meaningless.

  The real core area of ​​the Burning Legion is not Krokuun, but a place next door called Antoran Wasteland. The Burning Throne Antorus is located in the deepest part of Antoran.

  Charlemagne followed Turayan and Halduron to temporarily leave the front line, and entered the interior of the ship from a gap that Zenidar fell during the forced landing.

  The entire Zenidar is the same as what you see from the outside, and the interior of the hull is also shining with endless holy light. No wonder it will become the target of the Exterminator. This golden appearance is too eye-catching.

   On the way, Turayang also happily told Charlemagne about his and Halduron's personal situation.

   "I've already been married, but Halduron has always insisted on finding an elf wife. Where did the elves come from in the wasteland of Argus..."

Halduron shrugged his shoulders and said, "This is the obsession I left for myself. It is thanks to this belief that I have escaped from the brink of life and death many times. Now it seems... there should still be a possibility of realization. "

Charlemagne hooked his neck jokingly, "Aren't you talking nonsense, you have long been publicized as a hero throughout Azeroth, and once you know that you are still alive, the unmarried girls of Quel'Thalas will definitely Stepping over the threshold of your house."

  Halduron's stinky forehead flicked, "Hmph! Of course, I have this kind of charm myself."

  Sylvanas couldn't understand this guy's frivolous look, and kicked his **** from behind, Halduron staggered suddenly.

   "Stop that fart! I hope you haven't forgotten the Ranger's Creed."

   "Eh... Chief, of course I won't forget... But the speed at which your strength is improving is more exaggerated than I imagined."

Halduron and Turalyon have fought in the Twisting Nether for thousands of years. At this time, they have already broken through the limits of mortals and advanced to demigods. They are even more powerful than Sylvanas and Alleria in terms of realm. Higher, reaching the half-god intermediate level.

With Halduron's current eyesight, of course he can see the level of strength of the group in front of him, not to mention relying on the battle at the Tomb of Sargeras to break through the demigods Vereesa and Valeira, Alleria and Silva Nas and the two have already stabilized their realm.

   And Charlemagne... Halduron couldn't believe it, this guy seemed to be cheating, and his current strength was actually stronger than himself, a veteran who had spent thousands of years fighting.

  Charlemagne scratched his head with a haha, "Haha, at any rate, he is also a person who temporarily shoulders the heavy responsibility of a country and moves forward. If I slack off, I will be sorry for all those who have expected me."

   "A country with heavy responsibilities?"

Halduron looked bewildered, and then he rubbed his temples with some headaches, "It seems that Quel'Thalas and even Azeroth have undergone a lot of changes during my time away, please tell me about it in detail if you have a chance. Bar."

  On the other side, Vereesa and Valeira have already asked the dumbfounding Turayang about his wife's information.

   "Faria? Draenei?"

  Tula Yang said with a hearty smile, "That's right, you should be able to see her when you go out later, she is... well, how should I put it, a heroic woman?"

"Forehead…"

  The corner of Charlemagne’s mouth twitched, ‘You might as well just call it a female man…but it’s probably more difficult for a fighting group like the Holy Light Legion to find a girl who is not a female man than to find a needle in a haystack. '

   During the chat, several people finally entered the core area of ​​Zenidar through a long passage, and Zela, the mother of the Holy Light, was floating on the central radiant platform.

   Before Charlemagne could say hello, Zela's voice, like a beautiful singing voice, echoed in the minds of everyone present.

   "Welcome to all warriors from Azeroth, I am Zela."

  Charlemagne bowed slightly and saluted, "It's an honor to meet you, Zela, Mother of Light. We should fight side by side against the Burning Legion in the future. Please give me your advice."

   "There is no need to be too polite, powerful mortal, let's repel the attack of the Burning Legion and find a safe place to discuss slowly."

   "As you wish."

  Followed by Turalyon and Halduron all the way, Charlemagne let the Voyager land in the air, and sent Zela aboard the space battleship, and everyone returned to the Enterprise all the way.

  With the rescue of Zela, the battle below has lost its meaning.

In order to prevent Zenidar from falling into the hands of the Burning Legion, after recovering all the Legion of Light, Mimiron ordered to launch the main gun again at the request of Zela, blasting the wreckage of Zenidar into a pile of irreparable damage. residue.

   When Romuel came to meet with the Storm Fortress, Zela was relocated to this naaru spaceship.

  The two spaceships temporarily broke away from the battle and hovered over Krokuun. A group of people gathered around the central meeting area of ​​Storm Fortress to discuss the next course of action.

After the leaders of various races were seated, Charlemagne interrupted Khadgar, Danas, Kurdran, and Turalyon and Halduron's reminiscence, and asked straight to the point, "Turalyon, the Legion of the Light and the Burning Army?" Legion battles have been fought for countless years, you should know some important information that is unknown to outsiders, can you share them?"

  Turayang nodded solemnly, "Even if you don't tell me, I will tell you. First, let's talk about the real core areas of the Burning Legion—the Antoran Wasteland and the Burning Throne Antorus."