The void space rippled in a circle, and from a distance, it looked like a little starlight flickering, which was actually a half-plane refracting the brilliance of the arcane. Shane's kingdom is his half-plane. At this time, a door opened on the 'bubble wrap' of the half-plane, which was already very large for tens of thousands of souls compared to the rather narrow half-plane of the main material plane.

Those who died on the battlefield were not there, regardless of race, they were all guided by Shane's vicarators and the serpent of divinity. Ignorant at first, they were swept away by the wind of divinity, and then enlightened by the divinity of death, accepted the identity of the dead, and began to work in the kingdom, waiting to be sent to the end of the River Styx, and returned to their origins.

Sean was inside the 'sun' of the half-plane, staring, and by anchoring with the divinity of Sylvanas (Sylvanas's ring) he already knew what Ronin was saying.

His reply to Sylvanas was to wait for him to return.

In the void, the meteorite was guided to the outside of the bubble in the half-plane by the mana of Shane's void, and after being captured by gravity, it entered his realm through the open door in the half-plane.

No matter what the great being, whether it is a doppelganger or an ontology, as long as it enters the material realm of Azeroth, it means that the materials that make up its body can be destroyed, which is a constant truth in the material realm, and does not transfer with the authority of the great being. An Achilles' heel for the Great Being. There is only a difference in the strength threshold, beyond which their bodies can be destroyed. The disembodied divinity or soul is either captured, destroyed, or banished to its original dimension.

Huge meteorites and meteorites are the forces that Shane has prepared, the forces formed by the combined gravity of mass and the planet Azeroth, and how to send them into Azeroth is a key point.

Through the anchor point between the half-plane and the main material realm, it is obviously not possible. Shane tried once, and in the half-plane, he used conventional methods to squeeze meteorites into the material realm of Azeroth, and the arcane energy needed for the massive mass transmission almost drained him. For a different way of thinking, you can learn the routine of the demon entering Azeroth, and practice it in a place where the arcane energy is strong and Azeroth's own protection is weak. This required him to personally serve as a guiding center in the material realm of Azeroth, gathering many mages to cast spells together.

So, Shane set out to carve coordinates on the meteorite that could connect with his spirit.

The wars between the Horde and the Alliance have always been mortal, and the demigods, dragons, ancient heroes, legendary spellcasters, and masters behind the tribe of Azeroth have not yet made a move, they are just watching what the opponent's hole cards are.

With some of the power of death, Shane also knew what was at stake.

Mortal battles didn't need him to worry about anymore.

To the north of the Hillsbrad Hills, the leaders of the Alliance, guided by local officers, looked down on another hill across the river, from bottom to top. The opposite mountain peak is vertical, and the whole mountain seems to rise from the ground, and when you look up, you can feel the mountain peak pressing against you. And the top of the mountain is surrounded by cold fog, and almost nothing can be seen. (The prototype of the Alterac Mountains is the Alps)

"That's the first mountain the tribe is stationed."

"How high is there?" asked the chiefs' attendants in place of his lord.

The Alliance's mage advisor gave the answer: "At around 3,500 meters, it is already above the snow line, and with the onset of winter, even the cols between the peaks will be covered with heavy snow. ”

Don't expect your squires to understand what a snow line is, they know better how to use their power and help their lords collect taxes.

"Heavy snow in winter? Did you bury those beasts? ”

"Yes," Mage Gu replied.

By noon, the fog had lifted a bit, allowing them to see more clearly, and the flag of the tribe was hung on the top of the hill, and several orcs could be seen standing there.

"The leader of the tribe is armed with a hammer."

As he spoke, the horns on the opposite mountain sounded one after another, sounding one after another between the peaks. The Union soldiers did not panic when they heard the sound of the horn, and walked up to the walls of the wooden fort when they were stopped by the officers, and the ballistas on the watchtower were ready. The trampling of the beast's feet was getting closer and closer, and hundreds of wolf cavalry rushed out of the narrow mountain pass. The wolf is tall and ferocious, and the human light cavalry is no match for it, and only the trained armoured war horse under the control of the knight will not be frightened.

In order to trap the tribe outside the mountain pass, the alliance built mountain bags one after another, and then built a considerable number of wooden forts relying on small mountain bags. Wooden forts and wooden forts can cover each other. If you don't attack the fort, you can only pass through the trail between the mountain houses. This is what the wolf riders did, approaching the range of the Wooden Fort's ballista and starting to circle to the side, and then shuttle between the Wooden Forts.

The soldiers on the wooden fort attacked them with crossbows and ballistas. When more than half of the wolf cavalry were killed and wounded, and they were about to shuttle through the range of more than a dozen wooden forts and rush towards the periphery, a group of human knights collided with this group of wolf cavalry from the side. Then came the clash of steel and warcry. Tribes roared with blood and thunder, humans cried out for justice and vengeance, and the courage bestowed on both sides by supernatural power intertwined.

"They are valiant," the Duke of Lothar lamented, "but they cannot win. ”

The wolf rode into the dirt under the hooves of more reinforcements. There are also tens of thousands of troops stationed outside the defensive circle of the wooden fort, which can fill the gaps between the wooden forts.

"If there could be a mage who caused a blizzard......" Lothar quickly gave up on the unrealistic idea, and no disinterested spellcaster was willing to talk to them except for his friend Medivan.

After this group of wolf cavalry was killed and wounded, the tribe did not launch a second wave of temptations. The Duke of Lothar and the leaders of the front line were suddenly bored.

High Chief Orgrim is faced with a dilemma. Gul'dan died, and at the same time as the news was received, there was also bad news, and the power was leaving the warriors. That's the power gained by drinking demonic blood.

Unbeknownst to him, Malones had been forcibly driven into the void by Shane's 'Distant Rift Banishment', and was moving away from Azeroth at cosmic speed, so the power of the demonic blood in them was slowly fading.

After the failure of the venture to attack the royal city of Lordaeron, the strength of the orc warriors faded even more quickly, and some warriors even became weak, lethargic, and listless. It is also one of the reasons why he took refuge in the mountains with his people.

However, it was not easy to live in the mountains, there was a lack of food, and winter was approaching, and many tribes did not have the confidence to survive this winter.

When the war was waged by 'how do we live', the orcs didn't think about how to end the war, and the idea of killing to the end of the world filled their brains. There are only two choices in front of Orgrim: rush out before the snow falls, but likely to lose; Give up part of your clan and survive this winter.

Too cold? Orcs can be solved by digging holes, but how about food. When Orgrim was at a loss, the Frostwolves finally brought good news, as they found a flock of wild sheep in the mountains deeper in Alterac, and the deeper forests were filled with animals.

But the distribution was too wide, and the various clans of the tribe had to be dispersed throughout the mountains.

Orgrim quickly decided: "Legion of the Horde, it's time to disband. ”