"Plague and poison, a bunch of mad demons, such scum must not be allowed in the human world! I'm going to crush these undead, these tribal dogs! ”

"Let Thrall wait to collect the corpses of his slaves, the Alliance, the legions of Stormwind will bulldoze these bastards!"

On the Whispering Coast, Varian, who had just landed in the Tirisfal Glades, received a letter from the Lordaeron garrison officer, describing the Forsaken's forces using plague tactics to pour poison into Lake Lordaeron to contaminate the drinking water of the people of Lordaeron.

Arthas killed his father, and King Terenus was like his own father to Varian. Varian spent his entire childhood, and even his youth, in Lordaeron, and was grateful to the benevolent King of Terenus. And vowed to repay this great king, who was as kind and warm as a second father. However, before he could repay Tyrenus's kindness, Lordaeron was reduced to hell overnight.

Hatred of the Scourge turned into Varian's motivation to fight. The Forsaken's use of the poison plague to taint Lordaeron undoubtedly fueled the fiercest flames of revenge in Varian's heart. He's going to raze this race, all the undead on this continent.

"Let the Seventh Legion take the lead, kill them all, and leave no one behind!"

The Storm Lion roared.

"But my Majesty, Lordaeron is the domain of Ares, and we are acting in his territory, should we inform him first?"

At the critical moment, the great general Marcus. Josenna maintained a shred of restraint and sanity. As much as he and his men would love to slay the undead, war is never just about war...... It is also about politics and interests......

"I know that Lordaeron is the domain of Ares, but don't forget that Lordaeron is now a republic, not a kingdom. Lordaeron is not Ares alone, the people of Lordaeron are suffering, and they need our help. I'll wait until this battle is over, and I'll explain it to Ares myself!" ”

Varian, who was angry, may have listened to General Marcus's words, but he still couldn't help it because of his violent nature, and he struck first. In fact, many times, Varian knew that he was better suited to be a charging general than a politician hiding behind a castle. He knew what was going on, but he couldn't do that much.

"If Magni is here, he'll support me! Let these forsaken die! ”

Varian roared.

In the majestic military song, the massive landing of the Alliance's forces, the whispering coast, and the dense crowd of soldiers and wagons everywhere, like a storm descending, was once the starting point of the Northern Expedition of the fallen prince Alsace, and dramatically, years later, he became the starting point of Varian's revenge.

"Don't let bloodlust get you away, or we'll be like beasts......"

In the billowing smoke and dust, Varian's blood boiled, but he faintly heard a call from the air. He looked up, but there was nothing but a gloomy sky and dark clouds that never dispersed......

……

"Preitus, we have no hope of winning this battle, retreat, while the lion has not yet been killed. Otherwise, once the army of Stormwind arrives, we will face the embarrassment of being attacked from the belly. Lordaeron will join forces with Stormwind! We'll really be done then! ”

Brill, the front line of the war. Nathanos, the Dark Ranger, said eagerly. His longbow shot no less than fifty Alliance warriors in this battle, however, the upcoming Legion is not an ordinary legion, it is the main force of the Alliance, the elite of Stormwind, the famous Seventh Legion of the Alliance. Nathanos knew that with the Forsaken's current strength, it was simply not enough to stand up to this force.

But Putress doesn't seem to have the slightest intention of withdrawing -

"Retreat? Where can we go? That madman won't let us go, and has doomed us ever since the Forsaken came out of Deathtown...... If you don't succeed, you will become a benevolent, don't you understand? Ranger General? Once our men are scattered, the Alliance will not stop hunting us. ”

"We still have tribes! What about the people of the tribe?! ”

Someone in the crowd shouted.

"Tribes? Hahaha...... Don't be stupid, the horde won't help us, Thrall was originally a stubborn lord who did not approve of our use of a massive plague to kill and injure the enemy. What's more, even if he agreed, Kalimdor was 108,000 miles away from Lordaeron, and it would take at least two months to reach it by boat, and he would have to brave storms and all kinds of dangers along the way. Do you think we're waiting for reinforcements from the Horde? ”

Putres replied coldly, and the scene was silent. Everyone knew that they were about to die for the second time, this time, the real death......

The skies are slowly clearing, the winds from the North Sea are gradually ceasing to be cold, and winter is coming to an end, yet the Forsaken know that their winter has only just begun......

A week later, Alliance forces from Stormwind and Ironforge arrived on the front lines of the Brill War. Here, the Forsaken have long since built guardrails, traps, catapults, and ballistas. A simple fortress stands in front of the Alliance's Seventh Legion.

However, for the battle-hardened soldiers of the Seventh Legion, such a fortress did not need to be feared at all. They have the most advanced long-range weapon in the entire eastern continent, the smoothbore cannon, and the dwarven siege tank, the toughest mechanical weapon in all of Azeroth.

A large number of Forsaken gathered outside the fortress, roaring and sharpening their knives, as it was their final decisive battle, the battle that would decide their fate. Thrall didn't come, the tribe didn't come, they had to fight on their backs. In the midst of the screaming crowd, a thin necromancer with dark energy emitted from his body was hiding beneath a tall cloak, his ghostly eyes glowing blue as he stared at the battlefield in front of him. It's the picture he's been looking forward to, and it's a good show he's planning.

Now that everything had been done, all he had to do was continue to hide under the walls, in the crowd, in the shadows, and watch it happen, watching the humans and the Forsaken fight each other, and at the end of the day, rivers of blood flowed and corpses were scattered...... Yes, that's what he's looking forward to. The Lich King's enemies must all die! Kergassud smiled with satisfaction, and he had trained thousands of good soldiers for the king of Arthas......