Quel'Salas, the front line of the Eversong Forest.

This was once the front-line battlefield of Sindore against the undead, and countless elven warriors buried their bones here, in order to commemorate their sacrifices, and to guard against the attacks of the large number of undead still roaming the ghost land, this front has not been abolished after the end of the war of the dead, and there is a heavily armed legion of rangers and mages stationed here all year round.

But after all, the undead scourge is no longer a climate, and the new Lord of the Night's Watch has no interest in paying attention to the undead of all levels of quality in the Ghost Lands, so the war here has actually settled down.

Quel'Salas is a peninsula terrain, after a long discussion among the wise men of the Phoenix Dynasty, they finally decided to keep the undead in the Ghost Land, although these resurrected dead almost destroyed the country before, but now, these wandering dead will become the best shelter for the country.

Quel'Salas needs to recuperate, but a sudden and unexpected war disrupts all the planned rhythm of the country.

"The trolls are rushing up!"

An elven ranger shouted hoarsely, then pulled out the giant bow in his hand, and shot out the four arrows in his hand at a very fast speed, knocking the Amani trolls who rushed into the line to the ground at both ends, but the next moment, the heroic ranger was hit by the throwing axe thrown by the troll axe-thrower, and the whole person was carried backwards by the giant force for several meters.

The stone axe tore through his skin and internal organs, and when he fell to the ground, the young elf breathed rapidly, but could not feel the presence of air, and after a few seconds of struggle, he collapsed on the ground at the forefront of the Yongsong Forest with the last trace of nostalgia for life.

His sacrifice was not worthless, he bought time for the magicians around him, and after a violent shock of magical power, a cloud of magical flames rose from the ground, completely engulfing the trolls who had just attacked the young ranger, however, more trolls rushed over with the flames, their eyes were red, and the spirit of the beast appeared on their bodies, which made them stronger, more bloodthirsty, and more crazy!

Haduron Mingyi, the number two of the Ranger Force, is leading his guards on the front lines to fight the crazed Amani trolls, reinforcements are coming, and the battle line of the Eternal Song Forest must not be lost until they arrive!

Behind this line, there are 7 villages of Sindore elves, and once broken through by the trolls, those civilians will simply not be able to prevent death.

But their number was too small, Haduron Mingyi used his halberd to cut off the head of a troll berserker, and when he looked up, a dense group of green-skinned trolls were rushing out of their line, and at first glance, there were at least 30,000 trolls in front of him!

Maybe there's also the Hinterland trolls, who are said to have been cornered by the Hammer Dwarves as well.

But before Haduron's thinking was over, a sharp knife light stabbed out of the shadow behind him, the Ranger Lord felt the murderous aura, he ignored the dirt of the ground, the whole person rolled forward for 2 weeks, fell to the ground, the halberd in his hand was horizontal in front of him, he saw the true face of the attacker, it was an old troll with only one arm, a red scarf, and lost an eye, but the only eye left, was full of hatred that destroyed everything, and gloomy and shuddering madness.

He is already very old, and the hair on his head has turned grayish, but time has not taken away his ferocity, but has made him more dangerous!

"Zurgin, you're not dead!"

Haduron gritted his teeth and looked at the leader of the Amani troll, this damn troll had killed at least nearly a thousand elves since his birth, this was one of the villains that Sindore hated the most, and when the Ranger Lord saw Zulkin, he didn't think about it, and the phoenix halberd in his hand smashed towards this ruthless old troll with a whistling wind.

"But you'll live to this day!"

"Bang"

The crimson halberd slammed into the alien fist blade that the troll was holding in his hand, and the old Zulkin did not retreat, but the young Haduron was overturned by the force and took several steps back.

The Amani Troll Lord looked disdainfully at Hadurun, who was provoking him,

"It's up to you, Anastarian is my defeated, you want my head, let Kael'thas come himself!"

After saying that, without waiting for Hadurun to respond, he laughed and raised his only remaining hand,

"Oh, yes, Kael'thas can't come back! So arrogant elves, you!all, want something from us, but now, we want to regain everything we lost! The great Amani Empire is back! We want revenge!"

Zurkin's fist blade pointed at Hadurun, and the evil smile that bloomed in his single eye made Haduron shudder,

"Revenge... It starts with you!"

"What could be better than serving the Holy Soul of the Bear?come, give me your soul!"

"Hahaha, I'm a falcon, you're the prey!"

"I've heard that you've learned to summon beasts, and you're going to regret it greatly!"

"If you want me to say... Burn you!"

Four voices of voices, either low, stout, angry, or calm, leaped out from all around Haduron, and the four beast priests of the Amani trolls surrounded him from four directions, each of them no weaker than him.

Haduron looked left and right, clenched the halberd in his hand, he knew... It's probably hard to make it back alive today.

"Begging for mercy... I'll spare your life!"

Surrounded by the sorcery lord Marakas, Zurkin stepped forward and said arrogantly to Hadurun, "Get down on your knees! Oh, by the way, Silvermoon City has been destroyed, forget it, go back wherever you want, and bring my fears to your people!"

"Don't think!"

Hadurun held his halberd in his left hand, he raised his head and looked at Zulkin, "There is only Hadurun who died in battle, and there is no Hadurun who surrendered!"

"Yes! I'll grant your wish!"

Zurkin shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, then turned around and waved his hand,

"Kill him, send his head back!"

"Whoosh!"

A faint sound of death lit up in Zurgin's eyes, and the sudden appearance of a white sonic boom cloud wrapped in a sharp arrow stabbed straight in front of him, the old troll's eyes shrank for a moment, and the next moment, a flash of sword light separated the sharp arrow from the center.

To kill Zurkin, it is not just a matter of an arrow, but from this arrow, Zurkin sees an old "friend".

The figure of Rogorio Starchase appeared on a tree branch in the distance, and the indifferent ranger with a black blindfold interrupted Haduron's tragedy with an indifferent voice that did not belong to the elves,

"I know the news of Amani's return... You can get out!"

"Or I'll send you away. ”

Another voice appeared on the front line with the shattering of the portal, and Archmage Roman walked out of the portal with the Spellbreaker Guard, his old face undetached and majestic, and the staff in his hand pointed at Zulkin,

"Say, troll, what do you know about His Majesty Kael'thas?"

"Hey, hey"

Zurkin grinned and showed a malicious smile, "I know a lot, but why should I tell you? Get ready for the funeral of Kael'thas, tsk, the Sunchaser, the heir!"

At the same time that Quel'Thalas was entangled in war, at the junction of Ashenvale and Azhara, another war was going on.

"Drive these Blackstone Orcs back! or leave them here forever!"

Sentinel Commander Barnes wiped the blood from his face, and the knife wheel in his hand spun rapidly, slicing open the chest of a Blackstone Assassin who rushed out from behind him, and beside him, the corpses of elves and orcs overlapped, almost filling the entire deck of the Tallendis Bridge, and after the rolling torrent of Blackstone Orcs, the completely destroyed Tallendis camp had been ignited by flames.

Ignited along with the 347 elves in the camp, there is no doubt that this is a long-planned ... War.

But Barnes can't help it, even if there are heavily armed elven soldiers at the Silver Wing outpost behind him, but they can't rush across the Tarendis Bridge to save their compatriots, the only stone bridge connecting Ashenvale and Azhara is this, and in the Battle of Hyjal 6 years ago, in order to deal with the demons entrenched in Azhara, the coalition forces blew up the bridge with their own hands, and now this one has just been built.

The Blackstone Orcs blocked the bridge tightly, blocking off almost all elven attacks, but they did not attack actively, on the contrary, they acted as if they were really provoking and provoking the elves.

There is no doubt that they succeeded.

Barnes and his Assassin forces were furious, and they struck straight at the point, taking the life of an orc with almost every blow, but even so, still... No way.

"Hahaha, it's not good to watch your compatriots being burned to death!"

An old blackstone veteran lay on the other side of the bridge, mocking the frantically attacking elves with a vicious voice, with an arrow stuck in his chest, obviously not long to live, but his tone was full of some disgusting malice,

"Ah, it's painful, isn't it?"

"But our pain is a thousand times greater than yours, ten thousand times greater than yours! Do you think we have forgotten the scene of your massacre of our compatriots? Do you think the Blackstone Orcs fell to their knees in humiliation? No! We don't! It's all for now! We want revenge! We're going to kill the Alliance! Kill you!

"Shut him up!"

Barnes roared behind him, and the sharpshooter at the Silverwing outpost immediately took his bow and whirled his arrows through the orc's head, but there was nothing they could do to stop the frenzied fight.

The elves want to save people, and the orcs want to kill, even if they should take revenge on Stormwind and not on the Night Elves... But for guys who are already crazy, these things have long become meaningless.

Once the wheel of war begins, all justice, mercy and judgment will be ruthlessly crushed, and there will be only life and death on the battlefield, and there will be no good and evil!

"The druids are coming! they're coming!"

The shout from behind gave Barnes a glimmer of hope, and he waved his hand,

"Archers, clear the skies for the druids and let them save..."

"Bang"

Before Barnes could finish his hopeful words, the burning Tallendis camp opposite completely collapsed under the attack of the orc trebuchet, burning in the flames.

The ashes raised by the flames were like red butterflies, flapping their wings and flying in the air of death, Barnes's eyes were completely red at this moment, there was his lover, there was his brother...

"Kill them all! Avenge your compatriots! An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and a blood for a blood!"

Voices of despair and rage rang out over the Ashen Valley, accompanied by the final fire of the Moonblade Ballista, life and death... Everything is settled.

When the dust settled, and Muradin's mood, when he personally led the army of mountain rangers to the port of Minahir, he saw a burning ruin, and the whole city was covered in flames.

This city, which had just been attacked by the Naga, had been attacked by orcs riding the Ancestral Dragon a few hours earlier, and although it was not captured, the city that the dwarves had spent nearly a hundred years building was completely destroyed.

The survivors stood blankly outside the burning city, watching the angry dwarven prince vow to make the orcs pay for their blood, the bereaved ones weeping on the ruins, and others silently watching it all.

Gibbs was one of them, half strapped, and beside him, the surviving crew of the Spear of the Northland gathered there, waiting for the big man to speak, they were hungry for revenge, the Dark Lord never hid his hatred, never reserved hatred.

Blood for blood, tooth for tooth, this is their tradition.

"Boss, who will you cut tonight?"

Phil Laren, with bandages around his neck and arms, asked with a murderous face, Gibbs raised his hand and motioned for him to shut up, and after a few moments, he lowered his head and drew a religious symbol on his chest, and then a terrifying murderous aura jumped out of the old fur dog.

"Contact the Kraken Fleet! Let them pick us up as fast as they can! Let Tony and Shattrath get into action too, get your weapons and ammunition ready, this time, we're going to go on a killing spree!"

"To Twilight Heights, to Durontar, to the Burning Plains, to Azhara, to kill the damned orcs!"

"In the name of the Dark Lord, we have suffered a loss, and it is time for them to shed blood!"