Fire

Recently, Mount Hyjal has been in a state of war with the Firelands. After the war began, the night elves discovered traitors within their ranks, the most notable of whom were the Flame Druids.

These traitors, who twisted the original tenets of the Druids, no longer believed in nature and balance, but instead worshiped Ragnaros, the Fire Lord, to gain powerful destructive force.

The night elves could never forgive these traitors, but who would have thought that Lyana would also become a Flame Druid?

Moreover… judging from her actions, it seemed that Fandral Staghelm, the one they rescued, was also a betrayer.

The warden who had launched the sneak attack was about to be bound by burning thorns when she suddenly activated Blink, disappearing from her original position and instantly reappearing beside Lyana. With a flick of her cloak, she scattered more than a dozen throwing knives, these tiny hidden weapons swarming towards the Staghelm family like a hive of bees.

Lyana was exceptionally strong, and Fandral even possessed the strength of a Grand Druid. These throwing knives posed no threat to them, but Ysiel… she was never good at fighting, especially when the sneak attack happened so suddenly?

"Mom… Mom," Lyana heard a hurried cry from behind. Turning her head, she saw her beloved daughter slowly falling down.

"Ysiel!" Lyana screamed in anguish.

"No!" Inside the prison, Fandral slammed his head fiercely against the bars. He possessed great strength, but he couldn't break through the prison!

"Malfurion, Maiev Shadowsong!" Hatred flashed in his eyes. "If I don't kill you, I'm not worthy to be a human!"

If Malfurion hadn't imprisoned him here, how could he have watched his beloved granddaughter being ambushed? He only wanted to resurrect his son, so why did he have to suffer so much hardship and pain!

The warden who had succeeded in the sneak attack was just about to retreat when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest. A short knife pierced through her heart, and then was quickly pulled out. All the strength in her body was drained away, and she collapsed limply.

"Twilight's… Judgment…" she murmured, blood flowing backwards and blocking her throat. No one clearly heard what she said.

The one who killed the warden was Garona, the legendary assassin who had previously ambushed Cordana. She threw something to Lyana, who was hugging her daughter's body and wailing, and said coldly, "Do what you have to do!"

Lyana stared blankly at the fiery red orb in her hand, all the sorrow in her eyes transforming into hatred. She stood up and walked towards the prison, stick the orb to the prison door, and chanted a spell in the language of the elements. Terrifying fire power immediately gathered here.

"No, you can't!" the druid warden shouted.

She transformed into a cheetah and pounced towards Lyana.

Garona would not allow anyone to interfere with their actions. She snorted coldly and blended back into the shadows.

The female druid felt as if she was being stared at by a giant dragon, and suddenly felt cold all over. She originally intended to stop Lyana, but she understood even more clearly that with that assassin present, she would probably never achieve her goal.

Retreat?

Was it still in time?

Almost in the blink of an eye, Garona had already relied on her unparalleled speed to reach the druid who had transformed into a cheetah. She raised 'Flash' and stabbed the cheetah's most vulnerable hindbrain.

The legendary short knife "Flash" transformed into a dazzling light in Garona's hands, but this was only visible in the shadow world. No one present could capture the trajectory of this knife.

But just as it was about to hit its target, Garona suddenly frowned.

"Clang!"

Two crossed scythes blocked the short knife.

Two assassins simultaneously revealed themselves from stealth. One was the legendary assassin Garona, and the other was Akali of the "Fist of Shadow".

Her timing was just right, saving the female druid from the enemy's blade.

The female druid didn't have time to express her gratitude, and hurriedly pounced towards Lyana again, wanting to stop her from destroying the prison's restrictions.

Garona narrowed her eyes slightly. Being able to capture the traces of her attack from stealth was undoubtedly a top assassin. She thought the newcomer was some top killer from Ravenholdt Manor, but the girl who revealed herself was too young. Garona had no impression of her at all. Could it be that in the two or three years she had been out of the world, such a young top expert had appeared in Azeroth?

The half-orc female assassin had a cold smile on her lips: "Since you want to save someone, then pay for her life!"

She leaned forward and bumped into her, wiping with her left hand, the sharp dagger in her hand slashing towards Akali's neck. Her attack was still so swift, even if ordinary people saw it, it would be difficult to dodge, let alone the girl whose pair of weapons were used to parry her short knife?

Akali's eyes had been fixed on Garona's movements. Seeing the enemy attacking, she suddenly leaned back and did a backflip, taking advantage of the situation to withdraw her scythes. Garona's attack missed. Seeing the other party flip over and land, the experienced assassin raised her hand and scattered a handful of blinding powder, and took the opportunity to stealthily approach again, preparing to give the other party a fatal blow when she appeared.

Few people can escape this set of clean and neat combos, unless that person's strength is already comparable to Garona herself.

A little girl who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, Garona didn't think the other party had her level of skill and experience.

But when she sneaked over, she found nothing.

As soon as Akali landed, she waved her hand and threw a smoke bomb, also disappearing.

Now, instead, it was Garona who was in the open, and Akali who was in the shadows.

Garona immediately became vigilant. She seemed to have underestimated her opponent. This little girl seemed to have very rich combat experience, completely figuring out her routine—could it be that the other party had been practicing since she was in her mother's womb?

She didn't yet know that Valoran had an organization called "League of Legends." Once they joined this organization and became officially recognized heroes, they could be summoned by registered summoners to fight using their projections.

Why were so many heroes with extraordinary strength willing to accept the balance and restrictions of the League of Legends? It wasn't just because the organization was powerful, but also because the heroes' projections, when summoned, could absorb real combat experience from the battles in Summoner's Rift, an experience that ordinary people couldn't imagine.

The Summoner's Rift saw countless battles every day, and even unpopular heroes had many opportunities to play. This also created the characteristic of Valoran's heroes, each possessing rich combat experience.

Although Akali was not yet twenty years old, her combat experience alone surpassed that of ordinary people who had been training since birth.

Garona retreated slowly. Although she was keenly aware and confident that she could react to enemy attacks and retaliate, the "Twilight Shroud"—that is, the small area that Akali was now creating with smoke bombs—greatly suppressed her perception. This was the enemy's home ground, and she didn't want to be caught off guard.

But before she could retreat, she suddenly heard a whooshing sound behind her.

Without turning her head, Garona directly swung her blade to block behind her.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound of metal clashing rang in her ears. Garona successfully blocked the hidden weapon flying from behind.

Could it be that the little girl had already sneaked behind her?

The thought flashed through Garona's mind, but her expression suddenly changed—although she had blocked the shuriken, a feeling of paralysis suddenly spread along the short blade to her body. Although the paralysis quickly weakened, she lost her agility and speed for a moment. That was the most fatal flaw for an assassin!

How could her enemy miss such a good opportunity? Just then, a slight fluctuation came from the air, and a light green figure, with a long string of afterimages, rushed towards Garona.

She saw that the afterimage was indeed the human girl from just now, and she was charging towards Garona with a pair of kama!

The opponent has companions!

Garona immediately realized.

If she were just a simple assassin, she would have already retreated. But Garona had another mission to fulfill, and she couldn't retreat, so she could only grit her teeth and compete with the opponent.

Just as Akali lunged at Garona, Kennen on the other side also transformed into a ball of lightning and sped towards the female half-orc. He held several shurikens infused with lightning power in his hand, ready to strike.

Two of the three ninjas of the Kinkou Order had arrived, leaving only Shen yet to arrive.

The eldest brother of the three ninjas, the "Eye of Twilight," had just arrived with the main force at Cordana's location.

Cordana Felsong didn't continue to stand there foolishly. After hearing the constant fighting sounds coming from other places, she realized that the chaos was caused by the assassin who had just tried to assassinate her. The assassin was following Leyara and her daughter, so the purpose was self-evident—they must want to release Vandell!

After Cordana reacted, she immediately chased inside. Before she had gone far, she encountered two Warden sisters with bloodstains on their bodies. Both of them were slightly injured, and she immediately recognized that some of the wounds were lacerations from claws, while others were wounds left by natural magic.

There was no doubt that druids were responsible!

'Could it be Vandell or Leyara?' Cordana couldn't help but wonder.

"What's going on!" Cordana questioned.

"Lord Commander! Those druids have gone mad!" The two Warden sisters dragged their wounds over as if they had found a backbone.

"The druids are breaking into the prison!"

"They attacked us, and I saw a sister being killed with my own eyes!"

The two said indignantly.

Cordana immediately said angrily, "No wonder they dared to break into the prison, so there are insiders!"

But as soon as she finished speaking, one of the Wardens suddenly attacked. From a hidden angle, she suddenly stabbed a poisoned throwing knife into Cordana's unguarded abdomen. The other Warden also pressed forward, wielding the weapon in her hand and stabbing at Cordana's neck.

The two Wardens wanted to kill Cordana instantly!

Cordana had never imagined that she would be betrayed by her sisters who she lived with day and night. The two's sneak attack was even more deadly than Garona's assassination just now.

She endured the pain in her abdomen and tried to tilt her head to avoid the fatal blow. The sharp tip of the glaive passed by, and she only felt a chill on her face, where a long and narrow wound had been cut. If the mask hadn't slightly blocked the blade, her right eye would definitely have been blinded.

Cordana violently pulled out the throwing knife from her abdomen. The throwing knife brought out a stream of blood, carrying Cordana's sorrow and anger, and flew back to its original owner—it pierced deeply into the throat of the attacker. The traitor covered her neck with force, her eyes filled with shock and fear.

The other traitor didn't fare any better. She was just about to launch a second attack when the target in front of her suddenly disappeared. Cordana flashed behind her, and the glaive in her hand drew a deadly dark green arc, the cold light cutting through the traitor's posterior neck cleanly, severing her cervical vertebrae and giving her a quick death.

Cordana took two steps back and leaned heavily against the wall. She gasped for breath, her whole body drenched in sweat, as if she had fallen into the water.

The throwing knife that stabbed her in the abdomen was poisoned. Now the poison was spreading inside her body, quickly taking away her strength and life.

Worst of all, it wasn't the poison that Wardens commonly used.