Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

"Go!"

With a smart turn and kick on Torsedrin's face, the leader of Syndra, under the strange expressions of the onlookers, kept the position of a horse, rubbed and spun back on the slippery ground.

Andrea looked at Torsedrin's reddened face with pity, "I hope his cock didn't rub against the ground and catch fire." '

At this time, the guards trapped by the negative vortex had just been freed, and they immediately separated in embarrassment. Several of them rushed forward and pulled Mato Cedrin, who was about to roll his eyes, back into the formation.

"finished!"

The cheers of Linus also came at this time, the dark blue arcane light flashed from the large teleportation array behind Andrea, and the Marine Corps members staying outside the city kept a vigilant posture and walked out of the array. get out.

"The victory and defeat have been decided."

Andrea smiled and looked at Torsedrin who was trying to get out of the ponytail with the help of his subordinates.

"Prince Torsedrin, your evil power has been exposed."

"You... shut up, I haven't lost yet!"

Torsedrin's eyes shone with the signature green light of evil energy, and the legs that had just been brought together moved forward tremblingly, but the severe pain made the muscles on his face twitch wildly, and it seemed that he had no fighting power in a short time.

Andrea ignored him for the time being, and turned to look at the citizens of Syndra with different expressions.

"My compatriots in Syndra, after the battle just now, you should all understand the truth, right?"

"I leave the choice to you."

Andrea raised her hand to stop the Marine Corps from advancing, "It's to pretend not to know what happened today, and to continue to serve Torsedrin to absorb demonic energy."

"It's better to abandon the dark and turn to the light, abandon the fallen leader and embrace a new life, everything...is up to you to decide."

Today's Erre Salas has not gone crazy on a large scale because the whole people absorb demonic energy wantonly, and Andrea's words have caused many people to frown and think deeply.

The few scholars who came out of the large library were the first to make a decision. They sighed lightly and didn't express any opinions immediately. They just waited for the people around them to make a choice with a flat expression.

"Clang!"

An arcanist standing beside the "energy pool" dropped his staff and said with a gloomy expression, "I don't want to be polluted by evil energy like Prince Torsedrin. I choose two."

Intelligent creatures have a herd mentality, and with the first person to express their opinion, Syndra present quickly expressed their opinions.

About 30% of the people are unwilling to believe that Prince Torsedrin will be corrupted by evil energy and lose his mind. They are very worried about the unknown prospects after making changes, and these people hope to continue to maintain the status quo.

More than 50% of the people choose to embrace a new life, and the war with the Burning Legion is still vivid in their minds. There are not a few night elves who were threatened by demons, and they firmly oppose collaborating with demonic energy.

The remaining 10% abstained, uncertain which side to follow.

Andrea shrugged, and turned to look at Torsedrin with an unbelievable expression.

"The result has already come out, Prince Torsedrin, you have not been deeply corrupted by evil energy, and now you may still..."

"Huh heh heh heh~ hahahaha!"

Torsedrin staggered away from the members of the pro-guard who were supporting him. The betrayal made him have strong doubts about his life so far.

"I have worked hard for thousands of years for Elesalas, and this is the ending I got?"

He glanced sharply at the people of Syndra who were present, and most of them lowered their heads involuntarily when they touched his eyes.

"very good!"

Torsedrin dropped the moonblade in his hand with a grim expression, and took out a small arcane crystal from the package at his waist.

"Since you traitors are not willing to obey my orders, then... you all will die with me!"

"Snapped!"

As the arcane crystal was crushed, the arcane cage covering the energy area also dissipated.

Immotar, whose energy had been extracted for a long time, looked very sluggish, but suddenly got the freedom he dreamed of, and his spirit suddenly became excited.

"Roar!"

Andrea glanced at Torsedrin speechlessly, "It's so stupid... just like some stupid woman who regards her rights as her life."

Linus, who was watching the battle, of course knew who Andrea was talking about, but he agreed with his lord's evaluation very much.

As the first batch of elders who followed Andrea to leave Anakis to establish Moonnight Town, Linus has always been very disgusted with Tyrande's excessive desire for power.

In order to maintain her authority, she did not hesitate to borrow the contradiction between the flat name and the nobles, tied her position to the common people, and relied on suppressing the upper elves to gain the approval of the people.

In Linus' view, Andrea, who founded Moonnight Town and the Shadow of the Moon Sect, would never use such clumsy means to consolidate his authority.

The fact is just as Linus thought, Andrea is very disdainful of the practice of flattering one another.

Although he didn't hold any management positions in his previous life, Andrea is a time traveler who has absorbed a lot of historical development experience and lessons after all.

After three years of governing in Anarchis, Andrea gradually integrated the knowledge she brought from another world into practice.

Judging from the results, it seems to be not bad, at least he doesn't have to rely on heresy methods to maintain his charisma like Tyrande, who has poor governance ability.

Immotar's escape caused the nearby onlookers to panic, and they rushed to escape the underground cage specially prepared for this charging treasure.

Andrea turned her head to look at Prism, who had been standing by from the beginning of the battle, "Miss Thief, your doubts have disappeared, have you finally made up your mind?"

Prism who was standing against the wall nodded silently, and her figure disappeared from the spot immediately.

Under Andrea's gaze as if she had opened her apparition hanger, the lady thief who had escaped into the shadows did not take the opportunity to attack him or other marines.

She used shadow steps to cross the space and appeared directly behind the frenzied Torsedrin.

"Hahahaha! Go to hell! The Burning Legion will... Ugh!"

Priscim's eyes behind the mask revealed a complex expression, but her hands did not hesitate, and two daggers pierced Torsedrin's chest from behind.

"You! Prism..."

Seeing Torsedrin's unbelievably ferocious expression, Prism sighed softly, "Prince, you are becoming less and less like yourself, I don't want to see you who have been killed by hundreds of thousands of Sindra's sons." I'm sorry that the wise leader whom the people revered turned into a devil."

"Crack!"

Two bloody daggers drew afterimages in the air, Torsedrin's heart was crushed first, and then his head with wide eyes was cut off by Prism with a sharp knife. At this time, his neck was even still No blood was sprayed out.

"Rest in peace, eternal leader of Syndra."