The cruel time does not stop for anything, and while the big guys are busy escaping, solving problems, or having headaches, the world war in this world has come to its 8th day.

From the skirmishes on the first day, to the large-scale assault on the second day, to the white-hot on the fifth day, Azeroth on the eighth day seems to have been completely enveloped in blood and death.

Stormwind's forces in Kalimdor were uprooted, and the entire Stonetalon Mountains, along with the two Night Elf camps, were swept away by the furious Minotaurs.

In retaliation for the raid, the legendary hero Kudran Hammer personally led the heroic air force of the Outlands to stage a textbook sneak attack in one night, burning the Dragonmaw Orc's camp with 578 wounded and civilians inside.

The burning of Minahir Harbor made Muradin desperate to give the order to die, and 3,000 gnome and dwarven pilots rode in engineering aircraft, together with the Hammered Griffin cavalry who took off from the Eagle's Nest Mountain, after a terrible air battle, wiped out the main force of the Dragonthroat Orcs, and captured alive the madman who started the war, Malkorok.

The most regrettable thing is that after the war, 2167 prisoners ... All of them were executed, and the Dragonthroat Orcs became a term in history, except for the 3,000 "deserters" who followed the veteran Overseer Zaira to Orgrimmar in advance, all of the Dragonthroat Orcs were killed, and it is said that the fleet of the Great Pirate Dark Lord of the South Seas also joined the hunt.

It was also the last time the Dark Lord appeared in history.

On the 8th day after the start of the battle, the defense line of the Yongsong Forest was still holding on, and the elven rangers and mages who came from far away from the rear resisted the combined attack of Amani and the evil branch trolls, but due to the heavy casualties, the elven high-ranking of Quel'Thalas even had to ask for the help of Sulama, a high elf city far away in the Broken Isles.

Today is the day when the first High Elf mages join the battlefield, today's trolls are still raging, the wounded Haduron Mingyi has a bandage on his left hand, in the previous raid, he survived, but life is worse than death, his small half of his palm was cut off by Zulkin, he lost the most basic ability of a ranger, he can't shoot arrows with a bow.

But he still had his right hand, and when he fought with his saber into the troll battle, he was still the same Hadurun, brave, combative, and merciless.

But today's war is different from the past, just as the trolls launched the third wave of attacks, a dazzling light from the sky in the middle of the battlefield, everyone's attention was attracted by the light at this moment, when this light dissipated, a tall giant appeared in the middle of the battlefield, blue thunder pulsed on his body, behind him, a legion of hundreds of steel viku people also stood on the battlefield of the Ghost Lands.

"Lay down your arms! Stop the senseless war, or be the enemy of the Guardians!"

Torim looked at this battlefield with disdain, as long as he wanted, it only took a moment for the furious thunder to fall from the sky to kill everyone on the battlefield, of course, he wouldn't do it, Dick wouldn't allow him to do it, and Sif who was alive forever in his heart wouldn't want him to do it.

The Children of Thunder decided to give these mortals a chance, and of course, Kael'thas, who was standing on his shoulders at this time, would also be happy to see the Guardians keep their sanities, after all, if these big guys who are far beyond the present world go crazy, it is not a matter of which side is damaged.

The Sun King cast a sound amplification spell on himself, and the next moment, his voice spread throughout the Eternal Song Forest,

"Men of Quel'Thalas, I'm back! I've brought our reinforcements and allies, and we won't forget everything on the battlefield, but now, I need you to lay down your arms, and our allies will take care of everything. ”

Cutting off the head of a troll berserker, Haduron looked up at the Sun King on the shoulders of the 20-meter-tall giant, and after confirming the true existence of Kael'thas, Haduron decisively lowered his saber, even though there were three trolls rushing towards him with sharp blades in hand.

Unlike these damned trolls, Haduron knew the power of these giants very well, he didn't worry about his life at all, and he even wished that these stupid trolls would anger those giants, they might not die, but they would spend the rest of their lives in endless suffering, and that was enough, wasn't it?

Revenge, sometimes doesn't have to be killed.

"Stop attacking, you savage bugs!"

Seeing that the elves had laid down their weapons while the trolls were still attacking, Torim was furious, when could the orders of the Great Guardian be ignored by ignorant mortals?

This is contempt, this is hubris, and it needs to be punished!

So in the next moment, a sprinkled purple thunderbolt fell from the sky, accurately hitting the head of every troll who charged with a weapon in hand, so in an instant, more than a tenth of the warriors of Amani and the evil branch troll were turned into powder on the spot.

This cruel scene silenced the entire battlefield, and Zurkin, who was observing all this from the rear, saw this scene, immediately turned around, and under the manipulation of the beast spirit, turned into an eagle and rushed out into the distance.

The elves have found a strong ally, there is no resistance, it's time to escape!

But no matter how fast the eagle is, how can it be faster than thunder and lightning?

"Boom!"

Thunderbolt from the sky cleaved Zulkin straight back into his human form from his falcon state, but he wasn't dead yet, but the next moment, a sharp blade landed around his neck, and three grim-faced Iron Viku soldiers surrounded him, and farther away, more Iron Warriors slowly walked out of the portal.

Torrim's voice sounded throughout the battlefield in Zurkin's ears,

"Arrest these trolls who stir up war, and by order of the Guardian of the World, they will be exiled to Draenor!"

At the same time, a giant portal appeared in the center of the Naga-surrounded city of Theramore, and the Iron Legion strode out of it, and surrounded the Twilight cultists who occupied a third of the city, under the command of Azadas and Elonnaya, who were familiar with the local terrain, while the terrified civilians were told that they could return home.

As for the Nagas who served as the vanguard in the battle against Theramore, they were ruthlessly sold to the Guardians by Aeshara, although they were mostly controlled by Enzos, but there were also Nagas who did not obey Aeshara's rule in the first place, and these guys could only go to Draenor to exert their residual heat.

On the battlefield of Gilneys, Heimdall personally stepped out, and Lady Nazchar, who had already received the news, told the Nagas to stop their attack in advance, and Jean and Liam also saw hope in this strange situation, and they retreated decisively after being warned by the Wagri Guard descending from the sky.

Only the blood-toothed werewolves, like the beasts, would not obey orders, so they were also classified as cannon fodder.

At this point, the war in Gilneth has come to an end, but the combined forces of werewolves and humans have only recaptured two-thirds of the territory, and the peninsula on the eastern coast of Gilneth has been completely occupied by Naga, and in the foreseeable future, the country will still be shrouded in the clouds of war, but how to say it, whether it is Jean or Lord Darius, they are already very satisfied with this result.

This is at least much better than the death of the country.

Odin's method of stopping the war is very straightforward, unlike Dick, he will not consider the feelings of mortals, on the battlefield of the Alliance and the Horde, the Iron Legion with the returning leaders directly parachutes into the center of the battlefield with the Gate of the Sky of Wallagaar, and fights under the orders of the leaders of both sides, which side does not comply, the Iron Legion will directly attack that side.

If both sides don't comply, that's better done, and the Iron Legion will knock over everyone who continues to fight.

It's rough and simple, but I have to admit that this way of falling from the sky, coupled with the strong combat effectiveness of the Iron Legion, can still settle the vast majority of battles, of course, more importantly, the starting point of all wars is to rescue the leaders, and now that the leaders have returned safely, it seems that there is no need for this war to continue.

It's a pity that if things were really that simple in the world, there wouldn't be so much strife.

Whether it's Thrall or Varian, everyone's hearts are heavy when they see the heartfelt anger and hatred that their soldiers look at their opponents... The war was ostensibly over, but the result of Enzos's small test was the destruction of the newcomers that the Alliance and the Horde had taken six years to build.

It wasn't something that could be done in a year or two to re-establish that trust, Cthun, Yogsaron, and Ashaji, all of whom tried to use fear to plunge the world into chaos, but they all failed.

Because fear can only scare some, not all, people.

Enzos does not use fear, the weakest of the ancient gods who chose to use evil wisdom to achieve their mission... It found its way to success, and all it took was time and opportunity.

Regardless, after the mysterious, unknown Guardians first intervened in the present war, the eight-day world war came to an end.

And, of course, there are aftermaths.

Izara, the last Overseer of the Dragonmaw Orcs, left Orgrimmar one afternoon with the orcs who still obeyed her, and half a month later, the dwarven city of Danmod on the border of the Arathi Highlands and the Wetlands was breached by the Dragonmaw Orcs, and 2,756 dwarven civilians in the city were slaughtered.

In fact, this desperate orc didn't even think about resisting.

Eventually, at the trial site of Ironforge, Zaira declared that it was her and the last Dragonthroat Orcs in retaliation for the dwarves for slaughtering the Dragonthroat civilians, and that it had nothing to do with the Horde.

Zairah was eventually sentenced to death, but the story doesn't end there... Just as Zaira was about to be executed, the Dragonthroat Orcs who had accompanied her in the attack on Dammod broke into the execution ground, and after paying the price of total annihilation, Zairah was rescued.

The last Dragonmaw Orc remained in history in this form, years after the first sighting of Zaire, on a battlefield far away from Azeroth.

On the very day that Zairah was executed and then fled, a special coronation ceremony was underway in the war-torn city of Gilneis.

Gilne's former king, Jean Greymane, the king who turned into a werewolf to protect the commoners in the final moments of the war, was finally killed in a skirmish with Naga after the war, and Prince Liam will take over his father's scepter and throne today, and continue to carry the ruined Gilneys on his way.

In front of the dilapidated and smoky city hall, Prince Liam knelt before the Grand Knight Gavinrad Doom, who had once again served as a priest, and this coronation ceremony was extremely shabby compared to the one of Queen Kalia, with no dignitaries from other countries attending, and each of the countries of the alliance only symbolically sent envoys.

But even so, it also represents Gilneth returning to the arms of the alliance, which is already a great comfort for the Gilneth people who are in desperate need of hope after the war, so even if the ceremony is simple, but under the enthusiasm of the people who survived the war, it still seems quite grand, at least the atmosphere of the scene is the same as when Kalia was crowned.

Lordaeron is back on the road, but Gilneth's future is still in chaos.

"You will take up the banner of your fathers and march forward with fire on this land, you will lead your people to victory, you will bear all the expectations and wishes of your people, you will be the representative of this country, you will be the supreme one of Gilneis, but this is not just a blessing, this is a shackle!"

Gavinrad's expression is serious, this once handsome and dashing knight has now entered his twilight years, compared to other knights who are still fighting, Gavin Rad, one of the first five knights, is more like an ordinary person who has lost his battle armor, but after the accidental death of Archbishop Benedictas, Gavinrad has become a new generation of spokesmen of the Holy Light.

This has to be said that it is the weight of fate.

"Tell me, Liam Greymane, can you bear it all? Will you be willing to bear it all, even if the road ahead is hard, even if destruction comes?"

"I..."

Liam was still immersed in the grief of his father's unexpected death, even if he was dressed today, he still carried a small black flower on his left arm, to represent his grief for his father, he looked up and saw Lord Darius Crolley in human form standing behind Gavin Rad, and his future queen Rhona Crowley, saw the bookish wolf king Nandus, and finally, he saw Lord Gofrey, still the same indifference, but he knew that Lord Gofrey was not the same as before.

He saw the support and anticipation in their eyes, and he heard the cheers of the people behind them, who needed hope and light as the whole country was reduced to ruins.

Isn't that what kings mean?

"I do, I can, I can!"

Liam replied loudly, this gesture made Gavinrad nod in satisfaction, he stretched out his hand, stained the laurel branch in his hand, sprinkled it on Liam's body, and then placed a crown engraved with the symbol of the gray wolf, made by King Magni himself, on Liam's head, and placed the scepter given by Queen Kaliya in Liam's hand, and finally draped the white and black dotted straps presented by Kurtilas on Liam's back.

He put the cross in his hand on Liam's shoulder,

"So, in the name of the Light, I make you king!"

"Don't let down the country, don't let down your father!"

"Your Majesty Liam, begin your speech to your people! Give them hope, they need hope!"

Liam took a deep breath, he took the crown, wore a big hat, and turned around with a scepter in his hand, facing the people, and at this moment, everyone fell silent, they were eager to hear the voice of the new king.

"I am Liam Greymane, son of Jean Greymane, your former prince, your current king!"

"In the war that ended not so long ago, the blood-fanged werewolves thought we were vulnerable, that we were a bunch of wreckage. They thought we were going to roll around like frightened dogs begging for mercy. ”

Liam's voice trembled, and his words stirred up a little among the people, but soon, his more sonorous voice quieted everyone down.

"But they couldn't be more wrong!"

"We will fight them to the end on the battlefield until the last trench is breached!

"We're going to fight them to the death in the streets until we run out of ammunition!

"We will fight them hand-to-hand in the alleys until we are covered in a blur of flesh and blood, and our bodies are in pieces!"

Liam's words seemed to be full of some kind of magic, and because the city was like him, it lasted until the last moment, so everyone felt that their blood and emotions were aroused, but Liam's speech was not over, and his voice became tactful,

"If we find ourselves surrounded and unarmed... Seriously injured and with little hope... What are we going to do? My people. ”

No one answered, and neither did Liam, and the next moment, he spoke in a voice like a volcanic eruption, the answer hidden in the hearts of the people of Gilneis.

"We still have to raise our heads proudly, even if it's spitting in their faces!"

"That's right, this is Gilneth, we are rude, we are humble, we have lost everything, we are facing war after war.."

"But we... Never surrender !!!!"

"Boom"

The whole venue was boiling at this moment, and this sentence hit everyone's hearts almost instantly, they breathed rapidly, they raised their hands, Liam raised his left hand, clenched it into a fist, and shouted with all his might,

"For the !! of Gilneth"

"For Gilneth!"

The earth-shattering sound spread throughout the city, the whole land, the whole sky, at this moment, the people of Gilneth are no longer confused, no longer hesitate, they have a new pillar, if they are a group of defeated lost wolves, panic and can't live forever, then now, they have a new wolf king!

"He's really fit to be king! really..."

Hiding in the corner of the crowd, Verinde looked at Liam and said to the middle-aged man next to him with satisfaction, "Just as he persuaded me in the first place, now, he has also convinced his people... You've got a good son, Jean, and be proud of him. ”

The corners of King Jean's eyes were a little moist in the black armor, he looked at his son proudly, and he said casually, "Of course, Liam has always been my pride, he will take this country better, I am no longer needed here." ”

"Come with me, Jean, then. ”

Velinde turned to leave, and King Jean followed her, and he couldn't help asking,

"So, where are we going? ”

Verinde looked to the north, and her gray eyes shone like a volcano.

"Let's go home!"