The war in Quel'Salas is over......

The brave Queldore, with the help of their allies in the Alliance, finally drove the invaders out of their homeland.

At the same time, they also vowed to join the alliance until the "Horde" disappeared from this world once and for all!

However, despite the eventual victory of the Allies, the Horde was forced to flee by sea, but they still paid a great price and sacrifice.

Nearly 20,000 brave Alliance soldiers were finally laid to rest in the seas of Quel'Salas and the surrounding seas, including humans, dwarves, and high elves; Along with them were the ancient trees that had been reduced to ashes and had grown for hundreds or even thousands of years......

Major General Drake Prodmoore, the highest-ranking general killed in the Coalition at this stage.

His funeral took place seven days later in a cemetery in Silvermoon City.

At the same time, there was also the funeral of those who fell in battle.

Flowers were placed on the tombstones of the cemetery, and each participant in the funeral wore a black armband......

"He's a hero of the Alliance!" Ser Anduin-Lothar said with a heavy face, placing a bouquet of flowers at Drake's grave.

"Quel'Salas will be grateful for all he has done!" Anastarian, King of the Sunstriders, whispered.

"The Light will bless him!" Uther-Lightbringer clenched the cross in his hand and prayed.

And a general, dressed in an emerald green military uniform, knelt there, clinging to the tombstone......

Daylin Prodmore, the king of Kul Tiras, heard the bad news and rushed to Quel'Salas overnight on a griffin.

This debauched and unruly vice admiral, whose private life has been criticized countless times, wept silently at the grave of his eldest son at this time.

The white-haired person sends the black-haired person, which may be the biggest pain in life.

If you include illegitimate children, the vice admiral has many children, which add up to even two hands to count...... But there is no doubt that the one he loves and trusts the most is this eldest son, who has been sailing with him since he was ten years old......

Even the entire fleet of Kul Tiras, he handed it over to him without reservation......

But now, Drake is dead, and Kurtilas's fleet has been destroyed!

"I'll slaughter every green-skinned monster!" Daylin Prodmoor gritted his teeth and said, "Until the last orc disappears from our world!" In the name of Kul Tiras, I swear! ”

……

Carlin stood in the crowd, silently watching what was happening ahead of him.

"Carlin, aren't you going over and say something?" Liadrin's hand placed on Karin's shoulder and asked softly.

For she knew that it was Carlin's friend who was buried there.

"No!" Carlin whispered, shaking his head, "There are some things that maybe don't need to be said. ”

At this moment, Drake's familiar face came to his mind......

That bold prince!

That sincere friend!

That reliable comrade-in-arms!

"Don't you want to see enough explosives to destroy the Saldo Bridge, Drake?" Carlin seemed to be saying to himself, "Don't worry...... They're soon falling on the heads of the tribe! ”

With that, he quietly walked out of the cemetery.

Flying snow like catkins flies down from the sky.

The whole land was covered with snow and turned into a beautiful white.

Carlin strolled along the edge of the makeshift cemetery, pacing silently, letting the snowflakes fall on his robes.

After going through the busyness of the past, he is finally able to take a break for a while...... However, he still couldn't feel any relief.

……

Arathi Heights!

Black shadows, emerging from the coastline, turned into a large fleet...... The orcs on the shore let out enthusiastic cheers when they saw the return of this fleet.

The Horde fleet, after more than a week of sailing at full speed, has finally landed!

However, most of the leaders of those tribes did not look good...... For most of them, it was perhaps the first time they had tried such a long sea journey.

However, Orgrim Doomhammer was not among them, and his face was as calm as usual.

He landed on land and began directing the shamans and warlocks to heal the wounded tribal soldiers.

"What about the loss of the Horde?" Orgrim then asked his men.

"It's miserable...... When we attacked the elven position, we paid a great price; Then he was outflanked by the forces of the alliance from the rear, and when he retreated, he suffered numerous casualties; When they finally encountered the Alliance Navy at sea, several ships were also sunk by the Alliance warships, and almost all of the Tribal warriors carried on them were spa......red," Kilrog - Deadeye reported in a deep voice:

"Almost 30,000 tribal warriors have returned to their ancestors, and the number of wounded is about the same!" Kilrog concluded: "What's more important is the Red Dragon Knights, we have lost a full eleven, almost a third of the total. ”

Orgrim frowned, this was arguably the heaviest price the tribe had paid since they entered this world.

"Great Chief, those Alliance troops haven't come back yet!" Gromash Hell Roar said with some excitement, "Shall we take advantage of this time to occupy their city on this high ground!" ”

Orgrim shook his head, thought for a moment, and then picked up a snowflake from his shoulder.

"Winter is coming......" he whispered.

Gromash didn't seem to quite understand what the Great Chief meant.

"Withdrawing troops?" Kilrog understood, and he hurriedly asked.

"We don't have enough supplies and we don't have a lot of warm clothing...... We can't continue to fight humanity in winter! ”

"So...... Withdraw your troops! Orgrim nodded, "Order all the tribes to withdraw from the Saldo Bridge and return to the gentle dwarven wetlands...... Wait until next spring to fight to the death against those humans and elves! ”

"So, Great Chief, what if those humans and elves take advantage of this opportunity to sneak up on us?" Gromash couldn't help but ask.

"There is no navy left in the Union." Orgrim replied, "If their troops on land attack, we will destroy them by this bridge!" ”

……

The Horde retreated.

According to information from the south, the Horde's troops in the Arathi Heights have chosen to retreat to the Saldo Bridge.

Because winter had arrived, the Horde could no longer stop a large-scale attack to the north...... And the alliance side also got a few months of respite.

The earth-shattering war drums were quietly extinguished...... Aside from the traces left by the war that went out of the entire Arathi Heights, the catastrophe that occurred not long ago is now almost undetectable.

The four-year war of the Dark Gates is over!

And the five-year war of the Dark Gate is about to begin.