"Archer, prepare! Put! ”

The squad commander followed the general's orders to let his men shoot arrows. The strongbow erupted with great destructive power in the hands of the elite army of Cadore.

Every rain of arrows from the marksmen hit the enemy, and not a single arrow missed.

But this is meaningless, the rain of arrows, which has some terrifying ruling power over the living, is weak in the face of the undead scourge. Unless the soul fire in the skull is hit, it cannot cause any damage.

"Damn! Our rain of arrows simply can't suppress these dead. Let everyone collect their bows and draw their swords! Have the druids prepare their spells, whether they turn into beasts or summon nature. We need spell support. ”

The general stared at the battlefield in front of him with some annoyance. For 10,000 years, the Kadore army has been rampant in the continent of Kalimdor, and all the enemies of the elves are in awe and horror of the rain of arrows in Kadore, but the undead created by these Burning Legions on another continent slapped the elves fiercely. Let the general know that we need more force!

Staggering skeletons, curled ghouls crawling on all fours, and those eerie ghosts. This is the strength of the Scourge in Kalimdor today.

Those clunky corpse throwers and terrifying abominations, and those psychic wizards have not yet arrived on this strange continent. The fallen prince and his Knights of the Black Blade quietly observe the battle behind the undead cannon fodder.

"Thassarian, charge once with twenty Black-Edged Knights. Let's see what those purple-skinned elves are doing. These ridiculous, low-level undead can't tell us the tide of battle. A cold voice commanded from the mouth of the Death Knight, the prince of the living, the king of the dead, his most loyal knight of the Black Blade, wordlessly took it.

Alsace...

A voice came through King Lordaeron's head.

Don't waste any more time, find an opportunity to come to me, we need to be one, you need to be crowned king.

Even in the warmth of Mount Hyjal, Alsace could still hear the sound of the dark winter. Naozu, his master...

Yes, my lord.

The Death Knight then finds his archmage, who has just finished meeting the mighty Demon King. The Polluter's disdain for the undead is not hidden, and he is opening the Legion's portal. In his eyes, these things that have come back from the dead are worthless.

Despite this, Kel'thugad, blinded by the Lich King Neozu, did not think so, and firmly believed that when the Lich King became one. The legions will also be subject to their feet.

How ridiculous

"Kel'thugad, did you hear the voice of Naozu?" The king asked his advisor about the cat who had left a lot of mark on Azeroth... The lich admonished his majesty.

"My Majesty, the only goal of this arrogant Demon King is to gain the power of the World Tree. And we can give him the command of the army, and then we will be worthless in his eyes. Kel'thugad looked around, and after seeing that there were no demons nearby, he continued to Arthas, "We left then, and no demon would notice. And I heard where in the forest of Felwood is an elf who left a very big lesson to the demons 10,000 years ago. We can help him, after all, the devil is also our enemy, and this world... Belongs to the Scourge Legion. ”

The Death Knight was silent, and the current strength was meaningless. When the follow-up troops arrive, they can carry out Naozu's plan.

――――

The new High Chief of the Orcs has arrived at Warsong Fortress, but it has been destroyed to waste.

"Look for survivors! I want to know my brother is there! "The hammer of destruction is held dead in the hands of the heir, he has just found a brother, and he doesn't want to see his corpse.

"Great Chief! Over here. "An accompanying troll found the survivor in a bush. He was badly injured and had lost a lot of blood, and had been infected with a terrible toxin.

But his strong physique has kept him up to now, and the Shadow Hunter and Elemental Darling's Great Chief, who is proficient in witch doctor spells, heals his injuries and dispels toxins from his body.

"Soldier, what the hell is going on here, Grom?" Questioning the sober infantry, the wise orc was full of anxiety.

The old bloodhoof patted the orc chieftain on the shoulder, and he fed the herbs he had just prepared to the wounded, and said in a muffled voice, "Even if he hasn't said it, I can see what's going on here." Sal, I warned you not to be disrespectful to this forest. But your people have cut down the trees here, and the owner of the woodland seems to be very angry. ”

"The toxins in his body are very difficult, and there is only one being in the knowledge of trolls that is so poisonous. It seems that the children of the demigods have launched an attack on this place with those ancient treants. The keen Shadowhunter pointed to the unusually large footprints on the ground, and accurately analyzed the situation here.

"Ahem," the wounded man finally woke up, and he told his chief about the disaster that had happened to Warsong Fortress. Those purple-skinned, long-eared ears launched a surprise attack on us. We suffered heavy losses, and Grom adapted to the long-eared way of attacking, and he took the initiative to attack with the unharmed. We waited in the fortress for his return, but the long-eared men with a flock of half-deer and moving trees returned, and I escaped, taking them with all. The fortress was also destroyed by them. ”

"It's not like Cadore's style," the Minotaur wondered, touching his chin, "Cadore is a kind race, and although they are not very likeable, they never attack others rashly, especially of this level. And those demigod children, it seems that your brother has done something very angry, Sal. ”

"Great Chief, if I were you, I would have prepared the funeral. When the elves were really angry, it was terrifying. The Shadowhunter's words made the orcs glare, and the outsiders didn't understand how terrible the fate-altered Cadore was now.

"No matter what, I'm going to see my brother. Everyone get their weapons ready, follow these footprints, let's find them. ”

The Minotaur took his people back half a step, and he told the Great Chief with his actions. We will not get too involved in your war with the elves.

――――

"Lady Tyrande, along with me who was guided across the ocean by the Prophet, is an orc named Thrall. He also came here with his tribe. Thrall is a completely different orc from his people, he has the intelligence and wisdom of a human. He knew the threat of demons all too well. "After the future Queen of Kul Tiras and the theocratic leader of Cadore verbally agreed on the conditions called politics in a harmonious atmosphere, Gianna mentioned the existence of the Horde.

"Orcs...", even though 10,000 years have passed. But Tyrande knew that until she died, she would not forget the warrior who once stood by her side. In order to thank himself for giving him food and water and treating his injuries, he desperately tried to protect himself on the battlefield. And the feat of daring to jump into the portal at the end.

Who will forget him? Definitely no one will forget.

Gianna noticed a moment of nostalgia and distraction from the elf in front of her, and the clever mage thought of the astonishing change in the attitude of a certain red-haired archmage towards the orcs. What's going on?

"I'm looking forward to meeting the Great Chief."

――――

Feywood Poison Blood Falls.

"Hurry up, you idiots! The great Lord Akmund is about to launch a general assault on Mount Hyjal, and we must corrupt this woodland before then! Hurry, hurry! ”

Syllable! The whip in the hands of the Dreadlord was whipped the laborer, and the painful Golgan demon did not dare to slack off. They hurried to build the final altar.

Illidan carefully avoided the demon's detection, and the demonic eyes that roamed everywhere were simply everywhere. He took every opportunity to observe the demon's camp.

He noticed that the demon that had been killed by Takamine the Minotaur 10,000 years ago had reappeared.

Can these demons really come back to life? Illidan was a little unwilling, but his mind was not eroded by anger.

He saw the Dreadlord pull out a skull. Although he didn't know what kind of creature it was, he could feel the great power in the skull, what was he going to do?

Even a demon as powerful as Tikdios had to marvel that this dead orc warlock was such a powerful mortal that he could possess such great power.

However, stupid mortals just can't see the reality clearly, and they actually plot the power of Lord Sargeras. How does it feel to be torn apart by those Guardians? Mortal.

The soul that lingered in the skull let out a silent roar, and the Dreadlord laughed. He placed the skull on the altar and unleashed its power.

This is! Illidan discovered that the demon was trying to use the power of that artifact to corrupt the ancient trees of this woodland, and finally learned of your plot.

The Demon Hunter slowly retreats from the shadows, and he needs to gather an army to raid here.

――――

"Cenarius?" In the Emerald Dream, Shendora was surprised to see the soul of her demigod friend. In more than 10,000 years, she had forgotten many things, and the death of the demigod was clearly among them.

"Oh, my friend. It's so comfortable to see your elves. The demigod didn't feel any unhappiness, and he smiled and greeted his friend.

Today's Cindora is not the face of the demon, and in the Emerald Dream, the appearance of everyone is the most direct manifestation of his soul.

The beautiful elf was dressed in a white robe, and she had a pair of antlers on her head, a sign that was recognized by nature.

"Okay, okay, tell me what happened to you? I'm just a lazy person to come in, why did you just come in with your whole soul? ”

"What the hell is there, friend."