Time flies and two days pass.

When Blake's plan finally came to be implemented, there would be no grand expedition ceremony, no lucky guy selected from a million to perform the gong in front of envious and jealous eyes, and no inspiring speeches.

All the combatants assigned to the mission just left Cenarion Fortress in batches under the cover of night. They had to enter their respective preset positions before the arrival of time D.

Groups of summoned druids and elite Kaldorei veterans in the fortress followed the hunters.

Apart from these two professions, there were few others in Silithus tonight.

In addition to the various heroes who will fight in the ruins of Qiraji, all other hunters in the secret passage have been summoned.

While the war in the center of the Qiraji Empire begins, they will sneak into large and small insect nests in the desert and capture as many insect lords as possible with average strength.

The secret passage that has been lonely for a thousand years will block everything to ensure the successful completion of this hunting operation.

As long as they can come back alive, the rise of the secret passage is just around the corner.

According to Black Shaw, the famous conspirator and villain of Azeroth, no one dares to mess with a group of hunting masters who lead the swarm with them.

After tonight, in addition to bows and arrows, hunters' arsenal will be equipped with more deadly 'terminal weapons'.

Once they are provoked and united, they can even have the power to destroy a small country overnight.

This is the hunting master that Black Shaw imagined!

The stinky pirates have been dissatisfied with the status quo of hunters in Azeroth for a long time, because the other professions differentiated by the six forces have their own symbols of power, but hunters are like stepmothers.

Throughout history, there are few major events that hunters have accomplished independently.

The profession lacks a great history, especially since Huon Highmountain's death, and the majesty of the Hunt has been lacking some grand story to embellish.

But it doesn't matter, tonight the hunters will create their own hunting legends in this desert.

The Great Desert of Silithus, which stands almost eternally in time, seems to have a premonition that the war is about to start. The wind blowing tonight is particularly noisy, and the sand and dust are flying and gathering, but it cannot stop the warriors from moving forward.

They broke through the strong wind and rushed to the battlefield amidst the rolling quicksand.

Tonight is destined to be the moment when the forces of nature show their power.

If these low-key hunters do succeed, the day might be called the "Green Miracle."

They will use a hearty victory to declare that the era of farmhouses is over, and the next era of hunting will soon begin.

When the hunters dispersed, the vanguard and leader of the war were already ready. Just under the Beetle Wall, near the tunnel where the stinking pirates last slipped into the territory of the Insect Empire, large-scale excavations were underway.

It's not just digging a hole.

Silent death knights moved in and out of four large selected tunnels.

They sent bundles of silver-grey dwarf bombs into the tunnel, and under the command of Black's mechanical dwarf pirates, they laid out a large-scale explosion zone underground.

During the past few days when the soldiers were preparing for war, the Nagfar was not idle either. The detonation zone calculated and set up by Third Officer Pascal would directional blast in the underground tunnel, instantly blasting out a huge "beetle wall"

underground tunnel".

This passage is the troop transport cave.

The death knights of the Black Crow Chapter will rush into the Qiraji ruins from here. Of course, in order to ensure that the insects will not detect the clues, the Black Crow Chapter's vanguards did not even enter Silithus on a large scale.

The ruthless warriors who had returned from death were gathering in the city of Elrethalas in the jungle of Feralas, and the spellcasters under Lord Ravencrest were also preparing for a large-scale teleportation.

The Sarlains are in charge over there, and the location of the teleportation spell is personally positioned by the old lich Merry Winterwind.

Ravencrest devised a frantic raid plan.

After the passage under the Beetle Wall is opened, he will send a forward legion of 4,000 people at a time, rush into the Qiraji ruins as quickly as possible to establish a battle line.

This was a tactic used by the elite armies during the Elven Empire, and it is difficult to replicate it today.

After all, no country in the civilization of this era, except for the Nightborne of Suramar who possesses the Scepter of Sargeras, has as many spellcasting resources as the Elf Empire.

Unfortunately, Lady Elisande, the ruler of Suramar, pretended not to have received the invitation letter from Black.

She obviously didn't feel that the Swarm War had anything to do with the Nightborne, and this poor decision had already caused Black to write down her name in the Little Book of Hatred.

The stinky pirate has always been cruel to those who don't give him face, so he will try to "reason" with the Grand Mage every time he finds an opportunity.

But fortunately, death knights are special beings.

They do not pursue the comfort or even safety of teleportation. They pursue extreme efficiency. Even if only a space rift is opened, the dead can rush over without fear.

This gave Lord Ravencrest the confidence to conduct a magic raid.

The Holy Light Walkers who are opposed to death are gathering at the rear. These Holy Light Warriors do not intend to charge with the dead. The strengths of the two sides are in conflict. Cooperating with each other is equivalent to helping the other party commit suicide.

They had to stagger their attack rounds. Fortunately, the number of paladins was not large. They could enter the battlefield of Qiraji Ruins after the death knights established their positions.

Under the deep darkness of night, Pope Faol was leading the paladins and priests to pray before the war. In the cold wind blowing in the desert, these guys were half-kneeling on the ground, reciting sacred scriptures.

They knew they might never come back, but no one chose to back down.

"What are those humans carrying?"

Ms. Tyrande, the High Priest of the Moon, was also praying to the Moon God, but she soon discovered that in addition to carrying weapons, her "comrades" were all carrying something strange on their backs.

Sister White Tiger observed the "new equipment" of the Holy Light Walkers in surprise, and she asked Malfurion beside her:

"Is that a tombstone? Is this some special human custom?"

"Uh, I don't really understand either."

The archdruid blinked and said:

"I haven't had any contact with human civilization since I woke up, but according to the information submitted by the watchers, they don't seem to have such strange traditions.

Tombstones also represent ominousness in their civilization."

"That's the Monument of Sin!"

A low voice sounded behind the Moon Priest and her druid pet. The orc warrior Brox, who was carrying a dragon-slaying ax and fully armed, moved his shoulders and said to the two elves:

"It's a new gadget developed by Blake. It is said to help users resist the impact of the power of corruption on the soul. He has also sold such a thing to us..."

The old orc glanced at the black stone tablet he was carrying behind him.

He shrugged and said:

"Although I'm not sure if this thing is useful, I have full confidence in Black Shaw when it comes to pretending to be a ghost. Anyway, even if it's useless, it can be used as a shield to protect my back."

"It does have strange powers."

Tyrande curiously reached out and touched the black sin monument behind the orc. After a few seconds, she withdrew her hand and said to the orc warrior:

"That is a power I have not yet come into contact with. It is connected to your soul but shows a sign of darkness gathering. It is not a holy thing, but it may indeed protect the soul."

"That stinky pirate said this thing is the condensed sins of our lives."

Brooks touched his chin, glanced at his sin monument, which was at least two circles larger than the others, and said:

"Does he mean that my sins are more than others? Well, if you think about it, if you include the things I did in Draenor, it makes sense that this thing is heavier."

"You seem to be inconsistent with the rumored image of a violent and rude orc."

After chatting for a few words, Tyrande said to the old orc in front of him:

"Did human descriptions deliberately vilify you? Or are you an exception among the orcs? Please forgive my curiosity, but this is indeed my first contact with the orcs.

I am very interested in your story and your world. Does Elune's light also shine in the lands beyond?"

"I...can barely be considered a special case. I have experienced a lot of things, and I have also personally committed horrific massacres that destroyed my conscience, although I have also saved many people.

But I don't think the merits and demerits can be offset.

Some of my compatriots are indeed as rude and warlike as humans describe them to be, but our two civilizations are far apart, so perhaps orcs and elves can become friends.

As for the glory of Elune, as far as I know, there is no moon god worship in Draenor."

Brox leaned on his violent and ferocious dragon-slaying ax and replied to Tyrande and Malfurion:

"But in some of the Shadowmoon Clan's rituals, moonlight does play a very important symbolic role. I'm a warrior, so I don't know much about these.

If Your Majesty Tyrande wants to seek this knowledge, perhaps he can talk to our Elder Drek'Thar.

He will soon be heading to Desolace, which seems to be very close to your forest?"

"Desolation? What are you doing there?"

Malfurion's expression changed, and he asked a question.

The old orc didn't feel the problem. He pursed his lips towards Kane Bloodhoof, who was sorting his weapons not far away, and said:

"Go help our tauren brothers.

They were bullied miserably by the centaurs there. When Kane and I were chatting, I heard him say that those savage centaurs seemed to be the descendants of some kind of forest king.

Judging from the years of war and chaos that the Bloodhoof clan has encountered, that King of the Forest is really not a good guy!"

Brooks spat at his feet and said:

"If Kane wants to ask for an explanation, I will definitely help."

These words made Tyrande and Malfurion look at each other.

The expressions on both of them were a little ugly. From their contacts in the past few days, they already knew that the orc and the tauren had passed the King of War's strength test.
To be continued...