Heavy rains washed over the ruins of Oakington, which until a few hours ago had been crowded with people and fierce fighting. Now, it's a dead place. The corpses of humans, dwarves, elves, and demons are piled up, and as far as the eye can see, the corpses are scattered all over the field, with little end in sight.

Weary people search the bloodied battlefield for survivors, while also mending each demon lying on the ground with a sword to make sure they are truly dead. There were groans and screams of pain from the soldiers, the priests were exhausted but still unable to treat all the wounded, and some of the soldiers were bandaged and in pain from broken arms and legs. However, there is nothing the priest can do about it. For several hours, they had been treating the wounded, and their bodies were already overdrawn.

Flocks of scavenging birds and crows, attracted by the thick smell of blood, hovered over the ruins, waiting for the coalition forces to exit before landing and pecking at the shattered corpses. Several of the Hammer Dwarves wept bitterly over their dead griffons, having done so much for the war, and Ares was ashamed to see it. It's just that Furstad told him with a brotherly look that this was all as it should be, that the war had begun, and that no one could leave it alone.

Varian sat silently, his shoulder cut open by the demon's blade, his flesh blurred, but as the king of Stormwind, he insisted that the priest should not heal him, and only bandaged it with the simplest first aid bandage to avoid excessive bleeding. "Let the pastor treat those who need it more." That's Varian's reasoning.

Of course, when Ares walked over, he was given a simple treatment.

'It was a tough win, but we had to hit the road right away.'

As Ares and Varian sat together discussing the next plan for the treatment of the wounded, Illidan put away his membranous wings and weapon and walked over heavily.

"On the road? Where to? ”

Liadline asked.

"Void Storm, there's another portal there, and, according to my intelligence, Kael'thas has established a stronghold there, and that betrayer is now in the service of the Burning Legion, and we must get there right away, destroy the Storm Fortress, destroy the portal."

Standing in front of everyone, Illidan said coldly.

However, his words provoked the displeasure of Varian and even the public.

"Immediately? Demon Hunter, are you sure your wording is not wrong? ”

Varian stood up, his tone tinged with displeasure.

"Young king, don't look at me with your beastly eyes, I know what I'm talking about. That's right, right away, right away! Right now! ”

Illidan replied deadly.

In the next second, Varian rushed straight forward despite his injuries, grabbing Illidan's neck with one hand.

"I'm not a beast, those orcs under your command, they're beasts."

Varian's arm was bruised, and he gritted his teeth and roared.

The atmosphere at the scene instantly became wrong, and the leaders of the two camps confronted each other, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Illidan, Varian, recognize the current situation, our enemies are legions, they are as numerous as the sand of the sea, but we are fighting here?"

Khadgar came out to calm the round...... It has to be said that every time this kind of time is the old man who stands up for the round, he looks gray-haired, has the temperament of an old man, can win the respect of others, and in fact, he is not much older than Varian...... The raid on Karazan made the young apprentice magician age dozens of years in an instant. So, the rest of his life looks like this......

Being persuaded by Khadgar so generally, Varian stared at the other party and slowly released his palm. Illidan, on the other hand, showed a look of indifference.

It waved its blade and sketched it directly on the ground.

"Here we are, Oakington at the southern end of the Teroka Forest, and from here it will take four months to get to the Void Storm, which may be shortened at full speed, but it will also take at least three months. And you see, for every minute we delay here, more demons pass through the portal. That madman Kael'thas is in the service of the Burning Legion, and I can't guarantee that he won't do crazy things like tear open portals like the Shadow Council. ”

Illidan put away his blade and continued—

"We are fighting here, and although this battle was fought beautifully, it also made the Burning Legion aware of our power and our threat to them. In the future, Kilgardan will definitely focus on 'taking care' of us. What we have to do now is a race against time. Before the Burning Legion's large forces arrive, destroy the portal, the Outlands will be safe, you, me, and we can live. Don't expect to solve the threat of the Legion once and for all, it is impossible, the demons who invaded Azeroth and invaded the Outlands are only a small part of the armies of the realms. ”

Illidan said coldly. His eyes covered with demonic cloth shone with a green glow, which he had sacrificed himself for demonic knowledge and demon-hunting ability. It can be said that no one present knew the legion better than him, and knew the demons better. There may be one person who knows it too, but he never shows up here. Ares guessed that the old guy couldn't have really landed on the Secret Blue Island of Azeroth on a spaceship, right?

"But we need to trim, you don't see that the fighters are bleeding, the wounded can't march on foot for a long time."

Liadline said.

"Then let the wounded soldiers stay where they are, or go to Shattrath to repair, and the remaining unwounded soldiers continue north. We don't have time, time is everything. ”

Illidan leaned in and clenched his fists. He showed his fanged mouth. The voice was low, full of majesty and persecution.

"I agree with Illidan."

Just as everyone frowned and pondered, Ares stepped forward. The paladin straightened his back and said in a deep voice.

The people at the scene cast their eyes one after another. As a member of the Alliance, Ares actually led very few troops, very few, only the two thousand members of the Knights, of which there were only three hundred paladins. Compared with the huge alliance army, Ares's real power is very small, but as a special person, every word, every position, and every statement of Ares will have a key impact on the final decision of the alliance. First of all, as the direct figures who saved Varian and Sylvanas, Stormwind and Silvermoon could not ignore Ares's advice......