Azeroth Shadow of the Moon Chapter 158

Ever since the clan suffered a devastating blow from the blue dragon, the Shadow clan has never recovered, and even their original patriarch died under the attack of the blue dragon.

The newly appointed patriarch can only behave with his tail between his legs, relying on the knowledge and hidden resource points that the Shadow Clan has mastered for hundreds of years as bargaining chips.

Up to now, the shadow patriarch has long since lost the ambition to compete with Bingjiao and Xieho for the dominance of the whole clan. He just wants to lead the rest of the tribe to seek refuge with a suitable backer, and the strong Xieho clan is the best choice.

Although Saraen's death changed a lot of things, as the saying goes, a lean camel is bigger than a horse, and the foundation accumulated by Xie Hoo over the years cannot be overthrown by Bingjiao in a short time.

However, the Evilhoof patriarch, who the shadow patriarch wanted to entertain, came to their camp at midnight, but brought nearly 10,000 fully armed satyr soldiers.

"Evil hoof patriarch, what do you mean?"

The face of the head of the Youying family is very ugly. Even though it is now in decline, the Youying clan used to be one of the three major clans of Sartre. The blatant behavior of Xie Hoo leading troops to break in made him angry.

"Hehe~ don't worry about it."

The evil hoof patriarch waved his hands pretending to be kind, "I'm worried that these chocobos are the bait released by the night elves, so bring more troops just in case."

Patriarch Youying forced himself to show a smile, "Really, Patriarch Xiehoof is really far-sighted, we really didn't expect this possibility."

The displeased Patriarch Youying naturally wouldn't allow Xieho's army to encircle his clan's camp. Who knows if Xiehou's fellow had any intention of annexing them directly.

While summoning the remaining 3,000 troops of the clan to support the scene, Patriarch Youying also quietly sent news to the other clans, briefly telling them the current situation.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, more than 80,000 Sartre soldiers gathered near the residence of the Shadow Clan.

Just at this time, several snow-white chocobos walked out of the evergreen forest next to the camp.

Under the watchful eyes of the patriarchs of various tribes, the group of chocobos passed by the side of Sartre's camp with vigorous steps.

The shadow patriarch said with a half-smile, "Unfortunately, it seems that everyone has no luck tonight, don't you think so, evil hoof patriarch?"

The expression on the face of the evil hoof patriarch was very embarrassing. He found that he seemed to have made a fuss over a molehill, and the unexpected situation made him a little bit embarrassed.

"Goo~ Goo~"

Just as the evil hoof patriarch was thinking about how to disperse the more than 80,000 satyrs present, a clumsy bird call that was obviously imitated by an intelligent creature suddenly came from the depths of the woods that the chocobo passed through before.

The original embarrassment of the Xie hoof patriarch's expression suddenly turned gloomy. He looked coldly at the bewildered face of the shadow patriarch and asked, "What is that? Don't tell me it's the cry of a chocobo."

Patriarch Youying hurriedly waved his hands and said, "I don't know either, I've never heard a similar sound before, right?"

"That's right."

"I heard it for the first time."

"So, this snow chocobo was released by the night elves at night?"

"For what? Grazing? Do you think you have too much food?"

The noisy discussion at the scene made the anger in the heart of the evil hoof patriarch more and more intense: "Enough! You still dare to pretend to be stupid with me!"

"Who the **** is cheating on the night elves, stand up for me consciously!"

The Sartre of the Evilhoof Clan also stomped their hooves and shouted in unison, "Stand up! Stand up!"

Xie Hoo's tough behavior made the leaders of the other clans present look very bad, and the Bingjiao patriarch took the opportunity to fight with yin and yang.

"It's such a grand occasion. Do you think you have the deterrent power of Saraen? You dare to characterize people at will before the matter is investigated. I think you want to take this opportunity to eliminate dissidents?"

Satyrs who have used fel energy for a long time will inevitably be eroded by this chaotic energy, and their patience is definitely not good.

The leader of the Xiehoof clan raised his right paw with a sinister smile, signaling his soldiers to get ready.

"Bingjiao, I think you want to use the night elves to borrow a knife to kill people? Are you so eager to seize power?"

"Fart! You are the one who wants to use the night elves to eliminate opponents!"

"Whoosh!"

When the major clans of Sartre were attacking each other, a bright flare was suddenly launched from the falling star village like the sky.

A tidy battle cry emanated from the defense line in front of Falling Star Village, and a clear male voice spread far in the night sky.

"Allies have paved the way for us, today is the final battle with Sartre, everyone, charge with me!"

"Roar!"

A large number of sentinels riding night sabers circled out from behind the line of defense, and a group of cavalry formed a formation to launch an assault on the Sartre who was fighting among himself.

The Horned Hawk Knight also led his companions into the sky against the darkness, and the dryad holding a poisoned spear jumped and followed the main force of the night elves and slowly advanced.

The clear encouraging voice before was naturally heard by all the satyrs, and the satyrs of all clans looked at the nearby compatriots with strong vigilance.

At this moment, none of them could believe it, fearing that when they fought the night elves, traitors would jump out from behind and fight back.

"A bunch of idiots!"

The evil hoof patriarch shouted angrily, "This is a plan of alienation by the night elves. Quickly command your troops to go up, or we will all die here today!"

The words of the evil hoof patriarch did have some truth, but the seeds of doubt that had been planted were not so easy to eliminate.

When the patriarchs of the clans obeyed the order to mobilize their troops, they all kept their most trusted soldiers by their side.

Facts have proved that under the circumstances that the morale, strength and quality of soldiers are not as good, more than 40,000 satyrs can't stop the fierce attack of the night elves with high fighting spirit.

final battle.

For the sentinel troops who have been passively beaten in the past few months, this simple word seemed to boost their morale like magic.

No one wants to be in the turmoil of war for a long time, except for shady schemers and careerists.

Although it is impossible to be sure whether the last battle that the commander shouted is true, but as long as there is such a possibility, the sentries are willing to squeeze their remaining physical strength to take the lead.

On the contrary, Sartre, who had an explosive mentality, did not dare to focus all his attention on the frontal battlefield, and the hostility behind him like a thorn in his back involved too much attention.

Sartre, who had been able to suppress the night elves by virtue of their numerical superiority, was almost collapsed at the first touch. Panic and anxiety that spread like a plague swept the entire camp in a short time.

The head of the evil hoof patriarch looked at the defeated frontline soldiers with a pale face. This old slicker also kept about 10,000 elite troops by his side.

"It's over, it's over."

Falling Star Village Headquarters, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Shandris, who knew Andrea well for a long time, was quite calm, and she methodically commanded the sentinel troops to chase down the fleeing Sartre.

Lunara looked at Andrea in disbelief, with a nonchalant expression, "...how on earth did you do it? Just let the chocobos out for several nights in a row?"

Andrea smiled confidently, "On the surface, this is indeed the case, but the changes in the enemy's psychological level are very complicated, and I dare not say that I can grasp their mentality 100%."

Seeing that Lunara was going to continue to ask questions with a puzzled face, Andrea waved her hands helplessly, "I can't explain it clearly for a while, so let's focus on the battlefield first."

"Today's battle will be the veritable last battle. We must wipe out Sartre's vital forces as much as possible to lay a solid foundation for the post-war order."

Lunara reluctantly suppressed the doubts in her heart, "The last question, what do you mean by letting people learn birdsong in the woods?"

"...Simply put, it's a pigeon."

Lunara: "???"

Chapter end