The first to walk out of the Temple of Anqira was King Sarufar and his tribal soldiers. The army of 42,000 people was left, but now there are less than 20,000, more than 50% of the battle damage, and everyone was injured. If the shamans and witch doctors in the team were trying hard to treat, even this person would not have been out.

King Sarufal was seriously injured. In order to help the soldiers relieve the pressure, he fought against the Gemini Emperor alone.

Although he defeated a powerful enemy, his left eye was almost blind, and his whole body was covered with wounds. His chest was slashed hard from his ribs, and the sword almost cut him in half.

Two ugly insects were thrown to the ground by him, a huge two-handed sword, and he seized the revenge of Kalimdo, and now he was inserted into the rock as a spoil.

"I'm fine, please go and treat those soldiers first." He refused the treatment of several druids and stood straight like a javelin.

Even if he is not a professional healer, Vanessa can see that King Sarufal has suffered a lot of physical loss. Not only does he fight continuously, but he also has to face the whispers of the ancient gods. King Sarufal's physical condition has dropped a lot, and this loss is permanent. This result is a bit cruel to a legendary warrior.

Is there any way to cure it? Vanessa glanced at Tyrande, and Tyrande shook his head gently.

If the tribe warriors are bleeding and physically harm, then the alliance is crying and spiritually harm.

Duke Leorick von Zeldig was supported by soldiers and walked out of the Temple of Anqira. Many soldiers had an expression of unknown significance on their faces. It was not fear, worry, fright, or any negative emotion, but it was like a mixture of all emotions.

There are not only negative emotions, but also positive things. Happiness is mixed with sadness, joy is mixed with depression, positive, negative, recognizable, and unrecognizable. The ancient gods planted the seeds of chaos into the hearts of every soldier. They were confused and had numb expressions, and they didn't know what they were doing, nor where they were.

When will the battle be fought, who will fight, when will the battle begin, and how will the battle end? They don’t know that the memories in their minds are extremely confused.

The Dragon Legion also rescued three giant dragons trapped in the Temple of Anqira, namely the blue dragon Aregos, the green dragon Melinthra, and the red dragon Kerestraz.

In the Battle of Quicksand a thousand years ago, the three giant dragons voluntarily behind the temple were lost in the Anqira Temple. The dragon army thought they were dead, but they never expected that they could last for a thousand years.

Their injuries were also very large. When the three dragons were rescued, they were in a daze. Vanessa focused on the blue dragon Aregos. This guy looked thick-eyed and big-eyed. Who would have thought that he would defect to the ancient god in the future?

The dragon's physique and mental power are stronger than humans, but they have been eroded by darkness for too long. Instead, the soldiers of the Seventh Legion recovered their consciousness first, and they all lost some of their memories, and their memories of the ancient gods were distributed in fragments.

They felt that they had just gone in for a short while and had no idea that they had fought in the Temple of Anqira for three days.

"I don't think it's that long? According to my feelings, it's only half a day, right?" said Duke Leorick von Zeldig.

King Sarufar also told his feelings. He didn't think that he had fought for three days, and fought for three days without eating or sleeping. Isn't this exhaustion to death?

Could it be that the flow rate of time is different? Vanessa is not sure about this, and she did not continue to worry about this time issue.

"Oh, I remember where I got a trophy, and found it! Here." Duke Leorick von Zeldig's memory was also very vague. He only knew that he had been fighting, and he had no impression of how he defeated the enemy and how he ran out.

"Who should I give you this thing? Or who do you want it?" He took out a strange object with a lilac color from his bag, with vertical pupils in the center and a small milky white tentacles around him.

This thing looks like a huge eyelid with a diameter of more than fifty centimeters. It looks lifeless, as if it is just an ordinary flesh and blood tissue, but the corrupt and heavy breath can still be felt.

Damn! Vanessa almost jumped up in fear, Cthun's eyes?

She didn’t dare to ask for this thing even if she gave her three courages. Only those who couldn’t think too much would get rid of something like this!

"Okay, ahem, I'm weak, I'll leave it to High Priest Tyrande!" Vanessa refused and had a very firm attitude.

Tyrande was a little speechless. She could also see the inner essence of this thing. Her smile was extremely reluctant: "Let's leave it to the Dragon Legion to deal with it."

The dragons also shook their heads like rattles. How crazy they are to ask for this thing? The best way to deal with this thing is to throw it back directly, but as the ancient god was defeated, his prison was closed again, and he couldn't find the entrance if he wanted to throw it back.

Several dragons looked at Duke Leorick von Zeldig with complex eyes, and it was pretty good. Why did you take out this thing?

"This is the seizure of your human beings, I think it should be handed over to human beings."

"No, human willpower is very weak. I think it is more appropriate to leave it to the Dragon Legion for safekeeping."

"Then leave it to the night elves?"

"Your Highness Minaishire, you should take it! I think finding a hundred priests can purify this thing."

They pushed each other! No one dared to ask for it, and their attitude was very firm, no, absolutely not!

Finally, Vanessa felt tired, and her chin pointed to King Sarufal in the distance, which meant to leave it to the tribe for treatment. After all, the tribe was the command of the coalition forces this time. If Sar could not purify this thing, he would give it to King Sarufal to make soup and replenish his body!

The news of the defeat of the ancient god was not spread to the outside world, but the strong men in this world could still sense it.

Grandma Egwen knew, Thal knew, and Northrend's Lich King knew, too.

Arthas has his own thoughts from beginning to end. He is not a puppet, nor is he an energy container.

He knew the existence of the ancient gods and also knew what kind of power the ancient gods represented.

According to his distorted world view, Azeroth's intelligent life cannot defeat the ancient gods because they have many conflicts with each other and fight every day because of some trivial things that are unknown.
Chapter completed!