Smoke filled the sky and the earth, the magic raging, the cracked earth.

No one is moaning all the time, no one is dying all the time.

The purple circle of light slowly moved with Kael'thas as he sat down on the white bird, and with a wave of his hand the orcs were wiped out.

It was as beautiful as a god, and there was not the slightest blood stained by the dancing cloak.

[Why?] 】

[No feeling]

But, in this freedom, Kael'thas sensed emptiness.

His eyes swept over the corpse of an orc who had just died, staring at him with his eyes open, and he didn't feel the slightest feeling in his heart.

"Get out."

With a simple wave of his hand, Kael'thas threw the corpse out of his weightless stance, and more corpses were corroded by the flames.

This indifference made him feel terrible himself.

Circumstances can really change a person, and after such a long war, Kael'thas doesn't even feel anything about killing.

He didn't care about the other party's dead looks, he didn't care about the other party's prayers, as if he were an executioner

Kael'thas suddenly hated the battlefield because it would make him a little lost.

He liked the peace of sitting in the Yongge Forest fishing, but he hated the peace of killing on the battlefield.

The Badlands were not survived by the command of the Lord of Sarufar, and the morale of the Alliance, along with the addition of Dwarves and Gnomes, placed victory in their favor.

The tribe didn't even last a day, and because of low morale, they reluctantly retreated to the scorching heat.

In the evening, the Union prepared dinner.

All dry food, in this kind of land that can be described as 'birds don't', there is not so much food to supply this huge team.

"Do you need to make a battle plan for tomorrow?"

During the break after dinner, Uther asked.

"No, I don't."

Lothar replied to him like this:

"We're launching a direct assault on the Scorching Lands tonight."

His words drew the attention of all the commanders.

"What's going on?"

Magni asked.

None of them received any prior notice.

"This is what was just decided."

Lothar took out a letter of information, spread it on the ground and explained:

"From Dalin. Proudmore, who wiped out a lot of the orc forces for us, and forced Orgrim to land below. ”

His face flushed a little in the glow of the campfire, and he continued:

"That's good news, but I want to take the Scorching Ground before Orgrim arrives."

Kael'thas frowned slightly:

"But after a day of fighting, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the soldiers to continue to fight."

Even the elves, most of them now sit on the ground and rest.

"I'm sure they can do it."

Lothar looked up at the soldiers around him, and said with some solemnity:

"And, it's not just us, the orcs are tired, too."

"There weren't many orcs in the Scorching Canyon originally, but now they've all retreated from the barren land, and both sides are pretty much the same compared to the exertion."

He didn't say it too much, because orcs are much more tired than humans.

The earth is shattered and uninhabited, and the scorching canyons resemble the barren lands and the burning plains beneath them, all three of which are almost barren and heat-struck.

In these three areas, except for the Burning Plains, the other two places usually do not have many people.

Even though the orcs have occupied this place for a long time, they do not have many troops here, so almost all the defenders in the Wasteland today have retreated from the north.

This is the army that has been pressed here from the wetlands by the Alliance, and in terms of fatigue, it is far more than ten times that of the Alliance.

The dwarves and gnomes of the Alliance, but they are new to the new and energetic ranks.

After a simple thought, Kael'thas and the others understood where Lothar's self-confidence lies, and they did not make unnecessary resistance.

They seized the time to enjoy their hard-earned rest, and then, after just two hours, they quickly attacked while the orcs were not reacting.

The offense in the dark looks very incredible.

But tonight the moon was unexpectedly bright, and on the open road, the enemy could be distinguished when war broke out.

The paladins ran to the front, silver light guiding the way.

The elves stood in the middle, their magical glow making the night seem transparent.

The roars of humans and orcs fighting each other can be heard by the ears alone, which side has the upper hand.

Kael'thas stood on the side with a group of human soldiers to prevent the orcs from disrupting the team.

His actions were clearly necessary, because soon a strong contingent ran over.

"Wow!"

When his soldiers and orcs came into contact, a burly and majestic body quickly broke into the purple circle of light of Kael'thas.

"Huh? What is it!? ”

His steps are vain, and he is about to levitate.

The orc suddenly stomped on the ground with a roar of rage, maintaining stability.

"For the first time, someone was able to stay out of my weightless stance."

Kael'thas said to the orc, looking at him with a cautious expression.

This is an orc in his mid-middle years, and he can see a slight white hair, but his green body looks unusually burly.

Able to resist the buoyancy of the weightless position, the strength of this orc is definitely not inferior to Kael'thas.

"Who are you? Powerful orcs? ”

Kael'thas had no impression of the middle-aged orc, so he asked.

"Brooks Higa."

"Brooks Shiga Sarufar!"

The orc uttered a name that made Kael'thas awe-inspiring.

"Brooks Shiga Sarufar"

He whispered, then remembered the orc.

Brook Shiga Sarufar is a veteran and elder brother of King Sarufar, who has historically participated in the Battle of Ragnarok on Mount Hyjal and has distinguished himself.

After Thrall, the new chief of the Orcs, united the Orc tribes, Blox became Thrall's personal bodyguard, and by chance, Blox was teleported back to Kalimdor 10,000 years ago and participated in the War of the Ancients. In the final moments of the War of the Ancients, in order to buy his companions enough time, the old orc walked alone through the portal of the Well of Eternity, and with the help of the battle axe, which had been blessed by the King of the Forest, he slashed the owner of the Burning Legion, Sargeras.

This is an old orc who will become a hero of both the Alliance and the Horde.

Kael'thas didn't know where the future would go, but he knew that the old orc couldn't die easily.

"I am Kael'thas, Kael'thas *The Chaser."

Kael'thas sat on the white chocobo and bowed slightly to Brooks Shiga:

"Quel'Thalas, Prince of the High Elves."

"Mighty orcs, can you leave with your team?"

He continued.

But this made Brooks Shiga find very ridiculous.

"You're so funny."

Brooks Shiga looked at the elven prince who saluted him, and felt a little good in his heart, but this did not hinder his behavior:

"You are slaughtering my people, how can I leave?"

He raised his weapon, an ordinary battle axe.

"Come, elven prince, pay for your crimes!"

Although the weightless stance affected Brooks Shiga's actions, it did not make him doubt his victory.

Kael'thas knew that this orc was stronger than him.

"You're stronger than me, but you can't kill me."

Kael'thas said, waving his hand lightly, and the purple weightless stance vanished without a trace.

Brooks Higa looked at him in a daze, and then noticed that an elf girl appeared next to Kael'thas.

A legendary girl

"Her name is Lotherma."

Kael'thas curled his mouth:

"The two of us are here, you can't bargain."

He could see that despite the strength of Brooks Higa, he had not yet entered the Holy Rank.

Lotherma joined forces with him, and it was enough to resist this orc.

"You're right."

Brooks Shiga squinted and nodded:

"But that's still not a reason!"

He took the axe and rushed towards Kael'thas.

[Dissolved.] 】

Kael'thas waved his hand to disband his mount, and then the figure flashed and vanished.

Lotherma also jumped away from the spot.

The ranger landed on the ground, standing next to Kael'thas as he appeared.

"You shouldn't be in this war, it's not a glorious war."

Kael'thas looked at Brooks Shiga, still smiling flatly:

"Your race is controlled by demons and warlocks, and now the result is completely self-inflicted."

His words caused Brooks to halt his actions.

Warlock

The orc warrior looked at Kael'thas with stern eyes:

"How do you know so much!"

"I know a lot."

Kael'thas looked back at him casually:

"Your brother, King Sarufar, has named his son 'Dranosh', which means 'Heart of Draenor', and will not let the warlocks take him. ”

It was a secret thing that only the few people in Bloxch knew, but Kael'thas didn't hesitate to say it.

His words raged like a storm in Brooks's heart, making his whole body tremble.

"You're a demon?"

Bloxcy asked low through gritted teeth.

"I said I was the prince of the High Elves, and the most wrong race with demons."

Kael'thas shook his head.

"Go back, Blox, and take your soldiers back."

He looked at the battlefield where he was fighting a little wistfully, and said in a low voice.

"This war is not your hope."

"Give it up"

Go back, and then stop your fierce resistance and accept the fate of defeat.

"You will not be plunged into eternal darkness."

"When the time comes, I will cast that hope for you with my own hands."

"Restore your hope of glory and nobility."

Kael'thas never wanted to exterminate the orc race, that would do no good.

Both orcs and humans are present, and it is possible for these two powerful forces to resist the increasingly terrible disasters of the future.

Whether it's demons, the undead, or Deathwing, a single force is too small.

And the hope of the orcs is not the last retreat of Kael'thas?

(To be continued)