The orc warriors ate happily, the human soldiers thought it was good, and the blood elves and draenei didn't like spam, that thing was too bad! However, they were few in number, and their own clan also had a large number of mages who could teleport food from their hometowns, and their opinions were ignored by Vanessa.

The coalition army eats meat every day, and the morale inside is extremely high, and even the previous garbage-like orc laborers have become energetic, although they will not surrender to Lordaeron for the sake of Spam these days, but at least Vanessa's status in their hearts is about the same as Thrall's, if she can't get along in the alliance one day, go to Orgrimmar, maybe there will be someone to choose her to be the Great Chief or something.

"Your Highness Minethir, our march is too slow, do you have any other good ideas?" Khadgar has been in the army for many years, and it is not that he does not understand military affairs, but he really has no good way to deal with the current situation, so he can only come to Vanessa to discuss.

At this time, the cooks of the Alliance and the Horde were under Vanessa's hands, and a large number of prey beasts were also on her side.

Every day, a master chef cooks for her, and she eats it like a beautiful one.

Before Khadgar arrived, she had just wiped out a plate of smoked spore fish and a small plate of spicy lobster, and her mouth was full of oil, and she wiped her mouth and came out.

According to her estimates, this battle will not be fought unless the Khadgar small universe erupts and teleports the entire coalition to Illidan.

Both sides did not die, not a single soldier died, but ate red, no matter how you look, she also made a great contribution to Azeroth, the only pity is that she has done good deeds and can't leave a name, no one knows what she has done in it.

It's a pity, it's a pity!

She sighed softly: "This matter is difficult, I am the regent of Lordaeron, not the regent of the Stormwind Kingdom, the Lordaeron soldiers only make up a small part of the coalition army, and it is difficult for me to manage the rest of the soldiers...... You know the relationship, right? ”

She didn't get it through, but Khadgar understood.

"I'm the one who embarrassed His Highness, I'm sorry." He apologized very sincerely, and let the regent of Lordaeron lead the soldiers of the Stormwind Kingdom, which is not good for both sides, the army will not accept her orders, and even if they do, those generals will be liquidated afterwards, no one wants to do such a stupid thing.

"But the current situation ......," he said, his face full of anxiety.

Vanessa spread her hands: "You can say anything you can do, you can help me as much as possible." ”

I just can't help but come to you, Khadgar sighed and left the fortress of Aurelia, he missed the days under Sir Lothar very much, even if Tulayan was here, it was difficult for him as an archmage to directly interfere with the command of the army.

I can't help it, just keep up the current pace.

The coalition forces began to march towards the Dark Temple in a highly moraled, but increasingly slower, manner.

Shadowmoon Valley is the easternmost part.

This is the Dark Temple, which Illidan uses as its home base.

The Dark Temple was originally the Carabo Temple of the Draenei, but it was breached by the Orcs, then occupied by the demons of the Burning Legion, and finally in the hands of Illidan.

The ornate temple of the past has long been unrecognizable, and the building has been enveloped by evil energy, countless unjust souls have died in the corners of the temple, and the once bright Carabo temple has become a dark temple shrouded in evil energy and unjust spirits.

By this time, Illidan had destroyed Nazresa, the hometown of the Dreadlord, and had achieved the greatest victory of intelligent life over the Burning Legion in thousands of years.

He also obtained the artifact Agus Seal in the main city of Nazresa, and the coordinates of the Burning Legion's Throne of Agus are in the seal.

Only by destroying Argus once and for all can we win this ultimate battle.

Unfortunately, Argus is surrounded by layers of magical energy, and he must go to a broken world called Marton to obtain another artifact called the Sagritan Keystone in order to completely open the way to Argus.

Illidan is also a master tactician, and he naturally knows the importance of intelligence, and his men have long detected the news that the coalition forces are heading for the Dark Temple.

Even if he retrieved the Sagritan Keystone, he would need the Outlands as a stronghold to prepare for his final assault, and Illidan ordered his demon hunters to go to Marton to find the Sagritan Keystone, and he himself and the rest of the soldiers remained behind the Dark Temple.

Illidan was not afraid of any enemy, nor did he want to make unnecessary excuses, and the world was too stupid to understand his ways.

He sat at the very top of the Dark Temple, and pulled out his artifact, the Twin Blades, the Aeginoth Blade.

In order to adapt his body to the next battle, he seemed to practice martial arts in place slowly and quickly, dancing the blade like a windmill, and the warm-up effect was very good, waiting for the alliance and the tribe to come to the bloody battle.

Wait, wait, wait, wait......

The body that had already moved was slackened again, and he was a little strange, what about the Alliance and the Horde? The surrounding wind was calm, and there was no movement.

Didn't say anything, keep warming up! He grabbed the blade again, stabbed, slashed, chopped, and slashed at the air, and used all kinds of martial arts again, practicing for an hour, and then stopped.

It's time for the Alliance and the Horde to come, right?

He stood at the top of the temple and looked west, the amber eyes that would have gone down in history were destroyed by Sargeras himself, and the eyeballs in the eye sockets had long been burned into hollows by evil energy, and now they had become two pale green fires of evil energy, and he had lost the eyes of mortals, and his world had lost its brilliance, but evil energy had given him a wider horizon, and he could see many things that mortals could not see.

He stood at the top of the temple, crossed his waist and looked to the west, and for thirty minutes he didn't see even a ghost!

The night of the Dark Temple was fast approaching, the sulphur-smelling wind passing in front of him, the wails of the unjust souls seemed to echo in his ears all the time, Illidan turned a blind eye, he did not hear, he was now full of wonders, where had the damned alliances and tribes gone?

The next morning, early in the morning, he went to the top of the temple and waited.

Another slash at the air, and then he felt that it was a bit of a waste of energy to do so, so he threw off his arm and began to sharpen his knife!

There are two blades of Aesinos, left and right, with sharp blades at both ends, which Illidan captured from a Burning Legion Doomsday guard named Aesinos.

Illidan regarded it as a treasure and had been with him for many years.

The artifact blade lived up to his expectations, killing countless powerful enemies over the years, and now it is still as sharp as ever.

Usually he was too busy to sharpen his knife, but today he really has nothing to do......

Grind it!

Boom, the front side is grinded, the reverse side is sharpened, the reverse side is polished, and the other side is turned around and the blade is polished.

When the blade of the left hand is finished, the right hand is sharpened.

Two war blades, four sharp blades, eight faces, he sharpened it for a day.

The Alliance and the Horde still did not appear......

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