"I've lived on this land, in this city for a long, long time, since the Big Bang. I was amazed by its profundity, once, in Azeroth, in Karazan, I thought I had learned the deepest and oldest magic, and yet, here, I found that everything I had learned before was a lonely boat in an ocean of magic. The magic of the Draenei is engraved in this ancient temple, and they are older than us humans, even older than the elves. I've been studying here, and I've seen the city change over the past two decades. ”

"The Naru clan has kindly received all races on this broken continent, the homeless, and even the former invaders, as long as they are willing to reform and submit to the Light, the Naru people have kindly received them. Gradually, the city of Shattrath became the largest sanctuary in the Outlands and the most tolerant city. ”

"For more than ten years, the demons have not taken care of it, and the orcs have been eyeing it even more, but these attacks have been defused by the Narus one by one. And, the city of Shattrath continues to grow and prosper. Many former refugees, wanderers, took up arms and became the protectors of the city. When the father was killed in battle, the boy took up his arms and shield and stood on the walls of Shattrath to defend against all kinds of invaders. ”

Sitting in his private room, Khadgar told Varian about the Outlands. Especially the history of the development of the city of Shattras. It is also home to thousands of League veterans. They, like Khadgar, bear witness to the city's past and present. Here, peace becomes a belief. Although it never materialized.

"It's tragic."

Varian said.

"Yes. However, all the threats, the Naru clan withdrew. Until three years ago, Illidan had dominated the Outlands. It was the elf who betrayed his people and took refuge in the devil. I don't even know if he's an elf or a demon right now. I've seen him, his eyes blindfolded by a roll of black cloth, a pair of demonic membranous wings standing out from the back of his body, and a pair of wicked and misshapen horns on top of his head, like a demon lord. This is the same guy who has been attacking Shattrath for three years, causing countless bloodsheds, and he has a powerful army of elves and orcs, who call themselves Illidare. ”

Sitting across from Varian, Khadgar said with a frown. This can't help but make Varian sigh a little. In the past three years, many major events have happened in Azeroth, and even he himself has been missing for a while, and if it weren't for Ares later recovering him from the continent of Karimdor, I don't know what would have become of Stormwind.

"So, why did Illidan, the half-elf, attack Shattrath?"

Varian asked.

"I don't know, ambition? Desire? Or maybe it has some ulterior motives. Anyway, I don't know. However, this war may have to continue like this. But I've heard that Illidan is also trying to close the portal to the Outlands and prevent the demons from coming to this world. ”

Khadgar said.

"So that half-elf is not in league with the demon?"

Varian keenly caught the gist of the conversation and pressed on Khadgar.

"Maybe they weren't in the same group, but his actions were full of destruction and killing, and his appearance did bear a certain resemblance to the demon, which made it easy to think that he was a servant of the demon. In fact, your suspicions are also mine, and the situation in the outer lands may be more complicated than we think. Illidan, the Burning Legion, the Alliance, and perhaps the triumvirate, the relationship between three independent forces. ”

With Khadgar finished, Varian leaned back, and it was clear that this was a question worth pondering. Originally, he thought that the Burning Expedition was just a solution to the problem of demonic invasion, but now it seems that it is not that simple. It's hard to tell if Illidan is friend or foe, and at the same time, Shattrath seems to be an absolutely peaceful realm, and the Naru clan and Illidan don't look good. They are also in a state of hostilities.

So, what role should the alliance play in this? Varian pondered.

At this time, there was a commotion on the street outside the house. Khadgar flashed to the window with an astonishing speed, looking at the rioting crowd in the street and the urgent guards. He understood......

"It seems that the half-elf I just told you about is here."

Looking at Varian's grim face, Khadgar said lightly.

"I'll go with you."

Without a moment's hesitation, Variant's sword said.

After ten minutes of walking through the crowded and chaotic streets, Varian and Khadgar climbed the walls of Shattrath.

Looking out over the plains outside the city, one can see the mage's depiction of an exotic army, dressed in strange costumes, half of them made up of orcs serving as cannon fodder for sieges, and the other half of them made up of elves. The entire army, like half of the black ocean, stood on this open plain outside the city of Shattrath.

On the Shattrath side, the Draenei were the main defenders of the city, and the soldiers of the Alliance Expeditionary Force stood on the city walls to resist this evil outland army together with the Shattrath coalition army.

Varian's eyes narrowed as he saw that the siege had begun. Illidan's vanguard, the rampaging orcs, are operating giant war machines that throw flaming boulders into the city and smash them into the Shattrath forces defending the city.

At the same time, above the gate where Varian and Khadgar were standing, a giant garrison cannon roared, smashing cannons full of light energy into the orc pile. Splashes of intense blood.

Although it was still a long way away, Varian could see that the enemy's siege cannon was placed on top of the giant siege tower, and the giant siege towers that exceeded the height of the walls of Shattrath were slowly moving towards the city of light under the impetus of the orc hard work.

"Varian, you better go back to your room, and leave it to the Shattrath Guard, and me. Rest assured, the City of Light will not fall. When I'm done, I'll tell you more about the battles that took place here. Now, it's too dangerous here, so you might as well go back. ”

Khadgar turned to Varian.

But No, Varian didn't seem to have the slightest hint of backing down. The King of the Storm stood on the city wall, looking at the dense army of darkness like a black tide, gritting his teeth, and having made up his mind in his heart.

"No, Khadgar, I'm not going back. Alliance veterans are fighting here, and I can't stay out of it. You fight on the walls with the mage troops, and I go down and take my army with me, and prepare these invaders outside the city to fight to the death. ”

Varian said.