"Gianna, listen to me, Egwene may be right, in that case, there is no other option but mass destruction spells."

"But she almost killed you!"

After the Battle of the Swarm, there was a great deal of controversy about what the human archmage had done. Someone praised this mysterious human mage as a savior, and it was she who, in times of crisis, sent a holy fire from the sky to repel the swarm. Others, on the other hand, accuse Egwen of being a murderer. She used lethal spells to nearly burn the Karimdor coalition in the center of the swarm.

If it weren't for the priests and paladins of the alliance who stood up at the critical moment and summoned the holy light, it is likely that even Sarufar, including the others, would have been burned by the flames and died in the fire with the swarm.

Gianna even questioned this loner, the so-called guardian. If she can't even control her own spells, then why does she still have the title of Guardian of Azeroth?

"Am I all right?"

In the face of Gianna's concern, Ares understood, but the situation in front of him did not allow the coalition forces to suspect Egwene. She is arguably the most important ally of the Karimdor coalition right now, and her knowledge can be of great help to the entire legion.

Although the Guardian is indeed not the Guardian of the past, Ares knows that after the orc invasion and the possession of Medivan, Egwene is no longer the Egwene he used to be.

"It was your luck, plus you had enough priests around you at that time to release the barrier of light and stop the fire."

Gianna was still indignant, she was like a little girl, speaking only from her own point of view and from the perspective of her lover. This makes Ares love it, but at the same time, this state is not ideal, men always like the women around them to be simple, naïve, and cute. But the world is complicated, and when she has to face this cruel world, you will find that it is better to let her be exposed to more dark and cruel realities. That's how complex people are......

"Alright, alright, dear, even if it was a mistake by the Guardians, in short, without Egwen, the coalition would have been eaten by the swarm that day. It is precisely because of her presence that we can at least turn the tide of the battle and achieve a great victory. ”

Holding Gianna, Ares comforted.

On the other side, the tribe also talked about the actions of the alliance mages that day.

"She wants to burn us!"

Sarufar angrily expressed his displeasure in front of many orcs.

"But you weren't burned, the paladins and priests of the Alliance saved us, saved the legions."

Faced with Sarufar's dissatisfaction, Sal said coldly. His gaze swept over every orc warrior and warrior of the other races of the tribe present, and everyone had some complaint about it. This resentment is exacerbated by mutual distrust. Many orcs even secretly believe that the Alliance wants to get rid of them.

But Thrall still resisted the crowd, as he saw the actions of Ares and the Coalition priests in the moment of crisis. If they really want to take this opportunity to exterminate the tribe, then there is no need for them to release the barrier and protect the orcs as well.

"The Coalition's priests may just want to protect themselves, and our warriors are with them, so ......"

"Enough, my friend, my brother, don't you understand? The plague of the swarm is just around the corner, and the hatred between the Alliance and the Horde must be put to an end. I have part of the reason for the firestorm to start, and if I have to blame, it's my responsibility! ”

Sarufar's nagging made Sal stop him in public. Although the Great Chief was younger than the old warriors, he was powerful enough to convince the people. His blue eyes shone with the brilliance of reason. The status of the shaman made many people in the tribe submit to Saar's teachings.

"This firestorm was originally targeted only by insect swarms, but you must know that once the fire spreads, no one can control it. I see the Alliance Mage working hard, but her abilities are also limited, and no one can kill the target so accurately. Let's put it another way, if the mages of the alliance didn't make a move, what would be our situation at this time? Many of you can't even stand here in their entirety. Layer upon layer, the swarm will tear the coalition apart completely. From this point of view, I see the strength of the Alliance, and at least she saved us from the tragedy of total annihilation. ”

Inside the chief's tent, Thrall stood up, walked through the crowd, and spoke in a loud voice. Although Thrall does not have a good impression of humans, like Ares, the orc chief knows that the alliance relationship is still very fragile at the moment, and the strength of the swarm is obvious to all, if this suspicion is allowed to spread, then the swarm will soon tear apart this already fragile alliance front.

While the Horde and the Alliance maintained their fragile alliance agreement with each other, Egwene, once the most powerful guardian of Azeroth, was in the corner, gloomy.

Her mana is running out, her power is no longer as powerful as it used to be, she can create a devastating firestorm, but she can't control the direction and spread of the storm...... But she could have done it before. Not to mention a small firestorm, even if it is the most terrifying magic strike in heaven and earth, Egwene can easily control the direction of magical energy and kill the target accurately.

Now, however, she can't.

Nearly a thousand years had worn her down, and she was no longer the guardian of Azeroth who could call the wind and rain with her outstretched hand, and she could even feel the energy of magic fleeing from her rotten body every moment. After being defeated by her own son Medivan (possessed by Sargeras), she lost most of her abilities. Now, the suspicions of the tribes, the complaints of the Union warriors, made Egwene let out a heavy sigh.

She's still a guardian, it's just that time has changed her.

"Did you retreat like that?"

Standing on the top of the mountain, she asked herself. The wind ruffled her withered yellow hair, and even though the power of magic was so powerful that it extended her life and maintained her size, the traces of time still lingered on her vicissitudes of life.

Egwene took a deep breath, but felt the air around him be so cold.

However, the path of Azeroth's protection must continue.

"I have to do something for the world, perhaps, I need someone, a young man, to play this power for me."

Egwen muttered to himself.