Stretching down the ridge, green skins, and the corpses of ogres and trolls covered the foothills like a carpet. The Orc assault on the Hinterland Line failed again.

Behind the line of defense are elven artillery, war puppets, various fortifications, a trapped arrow, a cart of accessories, and volunteer recruits, which are constantly replenished by teleporters.

In the moonwind, Sylvanas walked up to the highest foothills, her long cloak fluttering to the west.

"Lord Sylvanas"

"Your Excellency General"

"Ms. Sylvanas"

The various names come from the mouths of different subordinates, and the meaning is clear.

The orc camp under the mountain, the bonfires are scattered in a mess, and by the standards of the elves, the tribal tent camp is like a garbage heap, but the trenches, parapets, and horses are roughly cut and huge. Night raids were not on Sylvanas' mind, and orcs seemed to be more accustomed to fighting in chaos than elves.

"Your Excellency, the Duchess of Marand has arrived," said the adjutant behind him.

"Bring her here," Sylvanas said, "look at the herds"

The Duchess is a representative of the royal family, and Sylvanas dislikes her very much, one of the reasons: when she got to know Shane, she found that the Duchess also had a little bit of meaning to Shane; Reason 2: The duchess is very attractive; Reason three: She still walks around Shane from time to time. However, she welcomed her as the representative of the royal family, Sylvanas.

The duchess walked up the fortifications, and the rough stone slopes made of the workmanship made her new shoes not very adaptable. In fact, walking from the portal in the rear, she was completely uncomfortable along the way, especially the smell of blood left after the battle, she didn't dare to take a big breath, and used a handkerchief with cleansing techniques to block her nose, which was slightly better.

"Good evening, Ms. Sylvanas."

Marand endured the discomfort and finally came to Sylvanas, looked at the female elf in armor, and put away her handkerchief. Sylvanas was amused and less hostile to her, because she knew that such flowers were not the type of flowers that Shane liked.

"Hello Lady Marand," Sylvanas pointed to the new royal representative, "look over there, those are our enemies." ”

I watched it for a while.

The Duchess of Marand "The Beast" commented that she was a gentle priest in her own country, but she also had the inherent prejudices of elves, and she looked at the corpses under the fortifications and followed the foothills to the camp below. Although she hated these ugly creatures, she did not despise them: "Looking at the situation in their camp, morale is still high. ”

Sylvanas's senses: the morale of the orcs was always high, as if they had taken psychedelics. He doesn't care much about the death of his peers, or even his own death. This allows them to make up for the undoubtedly gap with the elves that have been tempered for hundreds of years, but they can't erase the gap in family wealth accumulated over thousands of years.

"They're supposed to go to the limit, though." Sylvanas said.

"General Sylvanas, I have brought the Legion of the Sunseekers on behalf of the royal family, and victory must be close with your wrists." Duchess Marand complimented.

"Undoubtedly," the elf smiled proudly. The Windranger's arsenal has countless weapons and armor, bows and arrows, the mage regiment of the Dawn Blade has also been assembled, and the puppet troops of the Red Sun Guard are also ready to go, although the Windranger Legion and the Dawn Blade Legion are not without counterattack forces, but there are Sunstrider legions joining in the counterattack, and no commander will refuse to expand the advantage, especially if the Sunstriders bring the Spellbreakers.

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The orc's camp, the brimstone cauldron bubbled with evil energy, and the greenskins, ogres, and trolls all surrendered to this energy, dancing wildly around it.

"Who can not surrender under destruction?" Gul'dan had thought so before, but now he hesitated. The death of the Talon Blood Demon had made it see death, a power different from what it understood, but it saw irresistible rules in that death. However, if it cannot complete the task assigned by its master, it cannot even hope for death.

"Drink, drink" will break through the mountain pass tomorrow. It lay in a soft chair made of fur, wounded by Medivan's death and still unhealed, yet it still had to face the non-existent enemy of the fate it had once seen.

"My destiny should not be like this," Gul'dan whispered. It's seen a shorter and shorter future since entering Azeroth, and now it can only encounter a small section of uncertain fantasy 'Is the fate that the master has shown me also a fantasy?' ’

"Gul'dan, reptile, I sense you're scared."

The sound came from the large fence behind the tent. Its body is as fat as a fat insect, with an upper body like a centaur, with demonic wings on its back, but it is supported by a long tail of more than ten meters behind it. The size was huge, and the earth trembled as it moved.

"Your performance, let the host down"

"Lord Manolos" Gul'dan humbly stood up, all the evil powers of the tribe to date came from this Abyss Lord, who drank its blood to sweep through Azeroth. The Abyssal Lord represents the Burning Legion, and the Legion is the possession of the Lord.

"Wait patiently until tomorrow, when my Warlock brings the legion of the Red Dragon, and I have a winning spell ready. When the time comes, you can slaughter the creatures on the other side as much as you want. ”

"Hehehehehe" laughed low and contemptuous: "You and your bastards, I hope you don't fail, or I will crush you together." ”

"Wait and see, Lord Manolos."

Gul'dan calculated the odds of victory, and he sacrificed ten warlocks to open the portal to summon the Abyss Lord to prepare for the worst-case scenario. Evil energy boiled within Manolos, and Gul'dan could feel that this power connected destruction and killing, endlessly.

Sean also looked at the situation on the ground, but it was not yet time for him to leave the underworld. After completing the River Styx, the Force was constantly replenishing him, it was Azeroth urging him to hurry, and the deification of his body did not stop for a moment, but he still carried out his rhythm.

History has changed, and the body of the Abyss Lord Manolos, from the perspective of the plane, is like a dirty scar on a mirror, distorting all the space around it.

'Otherworldly creatures may have the power of demigods. Shane thought, extrapolating from the degree of space warp. But it is alien to this plane, repelled by Azeroth, and its power will be under the demigods. If there is Aetiyès, the Staff of the Guardian, it can be easily banished, but it seems that only the Guardians of Tirisfa can use it. ’

'I'm also going to prepare a support spell for only twelve hours. Being able to use the spellcasting ability above the Nine Rings is legendary, and I have a clue about it. Legends are not about increasing mana, but about wisdom's understanding of the rules. ’

During the apotheosis, the Eye of Truth protects Shane's mind, and in this undisturbed environment, he opens up knowledge taken from Karazan: Medivan's understanding of the void.

If the death rule had been used, he would have immediately unleashed a mass instant death spell, but this was inconsistent with his chosen path. The divinity should obey the heart, and the action should not deviate from the original intention.

Shane's legendary arcane threw himself into the void.

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