Shortly after the Tulayan dialogue, Kael'thas returned to Nagrand. ,!omレレ

But what unfolded in front of him was the ruined demon camp and the collapsed demon portal.

"How did you do that?"

He asked Aurelia with surprise.

Kael'thas and Tulayan hadn't been talking for more than an hour.

Even if the elves were powerful with their white spoons, they shouldn't have done this job so quickly.

"The beast."

Aurelia smiled bitterly at Garosh, who was still roaring to destroy the remaining demons, and explained:

"He's just as terrible as his father, and he rushed into the demons alone and disrupted their White Spoon operation."

Kyle Suston recalled Grom.

The bestial warrior loved nothing more than to take the lead, one rushing into the enemy's encirclement, consoling and spinning to swing his weapon.

When the beast entered the war, Kael'thas stopped attacking in the wetlands because of this trait of Grom.

Now it seems that Garrosh is not in vain compared to his father.

[That's right.] 】

Kael'thas remembered Garoche's succession to the throne of Saar's chieftaincy: he gained recognition by defeating Thrall in battle.

Not only Thrall, but even the chief of the bull head was accidentally killed by Garosh.

While there are various factors involved, Garosh is strong enough to be fully demonstrated.

[Perhaps his value is not suitable for burial. 】

Kael'thas couldn't help but think about it, but immediately threw it away.

No matter how strong the power is, instability is a threat - Garosh is such a thing.

The troops who had finished their work began to withdraw back.

The elves and beasts separated at the foot of the mountain, each heading to a different location.

The beast returns to Galadar, while Kael'thas leads the elven forces towards the very center of Nagrand.

In the heart of the lush grassland is a basin that bears the name 'Harran', named after one of the towns in the interior.

Harran is a place in the game that has been repeatedly contested by the Alliance and the Horde, and from a topography point of view, it is the equivalent of a fortress in the basin, surrounded by water. The only entrance and exit is 4 suspension bridges.

Today, the city also has a main entrance.

Harlan is the quintessential Draenei town, built for no one to know - but now in the hands of a group of Breakers.

There is Akama, the powerful leader of the Shatterers, below Kael'thas, and naturally he will not be allowed to become an ornament.

Akama had long been sent to Harran to take over the town for the elves.

Located in the very centre of Nagrande, in an elegant setting and with a ready-made complex of buildings - this decision was not opposed.

"Draenor's portal is destroyed."

Aurelia's delicate body swayed gently as the chocobo ran, and she looked at it with a smile on her face:

"Your Highness, the rest is to attack the Demon Territory of Shadow Moon Valley, right?"

The female ranger smelled a breath of war coming to an end.

But that's just an illusion

"Don't rush to attack yet, it will take a long time for us to digest the existing land."

Kael'thas frowned in dismay:

"And the Void Storm and Blade Mountain matter hasn't been resolved."

Before his eyes, the war of Draenor was still a long way off.

But not necessarily.

Now both he and others are waiting for change, and perhaps a sudden change will be enough to end the war quickly.

Until then, settle down for a while.

The coalition forces of Kael'thas now have three areas: the Hellfire Peninsula, the Zangar Marsh, and Nagrand, and the forces can be said to be the top two in Draenor.

But they now have a fatal flaw - the three areas are connected in a straight line through Draenor, but they happen to be surrounded by some forces in the middle.

If it doesn't take a while to stabilize the range and open up shipping routes, there is a risk that it will be cut off at any time in the event of war.

It's going to be a long wait, but Kael'thas doesn't get a chance to rest – he still has a lot to do.

Harran was soon there.

In the distance, Kael'thas saw the phoenix banner flying over Harran, and he looked at it.

【Must Win!】 】

Thus the oath was initiated.

-- Hillsbrad Hills.

When the light of dawn dissipated, the grass evaporated the dew in the heat.

The sound of scattered and heavy horses' hooves came from the east, and across the vast wall of Soladin, tens of thousands of Alliance soldiers slowly approached.

It was soldiers from Arathi and the Southern Kingdoms, their faces high, their eyes full of confidence and heroism, and they marched into the Hillsbrad Hills with shining weapons in their hands.

"Your Majesty, what are you looking at?"

Victoria rode the little white horse she had received from her inauguration and followed closely by Kalia's side.

"The Wall of Soladin."

The silver-armoured Queen smiled and pointed to the massive walls towering over the border, the Ember Messenger behind her glowing with a brilliant warmth.

"Do you know who built that? Victoria. ”

Kalia asked the little girl.

Victoria's eyes flashed with curiosity, and she shook her head.

"Thousands of years ago, when we were a small nation, the High Elves helped us build this wall to defend against the invasion of trolls."

Kalia looked at the Wall of Soladin with soft eyes:

"It was a symbol of our friendship with the High Elves, and that's when they joined the Alliance."

But aren't they gone now? 】

Victoria thought to herself, but didn't dare to say it.

There is a very famous love story circulating in the world of Entry, which is the story of the current Queen of Classification and the Elf Prince.

The story has been passed down from nowhere, but now it has become a fairy tale that every parent tells to their children.

Because of this, talking about elves in front of Kalia is a very taboo subject.

"Your Majesty, why hasn't Tirio come yet?"

Victoria cleverly changed the subject.

"Tirio is leading the team in the back!"

Kalia smiled lightly, how could she not know the little girl's thoughts?

But in her opinion, all other concerns were irrelevant.

Whether the elves are in the alliance or not, Kalia doesn't mind too much that she understood last time.

Sooner or later, she will give up everything to catch up with Kael'thas.

That's enough, isn't it?

Until that time comes, Kalia will be her queen in peace.

"That's the same flag"

With a smile on her face, Kalia looked back at the flag of the letters L and D, representing Lordaeron, not far behind her.

The flag fluttered in the wind, and the sound was exactly the same as when I was a child.

It was under this banner before she knew anything that she saw Kael'thas for the first time.

That was the only time she traveled to Quel'Thalas.

[Is the forest still floating with golden leaves?] 】

Kalia sighed inwardly, stared straight ahead, and then cooled down a little.

Arathi has been pacified, and she knows that the undead have joined the tribe.

But so what

Kalia's homeland will be taken back by her own hands.

Who has ever felt her heart?

She hadn't even been able to sort out the bones of her parents.

- Lordaeron.

The city that was once a treasure trove has long since fallen into decay, and beneath the ruins, a new underground kingdom is being built.

With the Wrath of the Stars in her hand, Sylvanas stood in the dark streets listening to her subordinates' reports.

"Giggles, it looks like that little girl isn't going to let you go."

Onexia stood beside her, covering her mouth and laughing.

“”

Sylvanas indifferently drove the intelligence officer away and turned to the Black Dragon Princess:

"Don't forget, you're with me now."

She glared at Onexia, then stepped up to it.

"Hey, hey"

The black dragon princess was stunned for a moment, and followed in confusion:

"What are you going to do, isn't the geographical integration complete?"

"Go meet the Horde's reinforcements."

Sylvanas said without looking back.

Reinforcements?

Onexia blinked, how could she not know this.

"Didn't you come last time?"

But the Black Dragon Princess still remembers that last time a group of reinforcements from the tribe came.

"I've called another batch."

Sylvanas stopped and waited until the Black Dragon Princess walked up to her before moving on.

"I was thinking, you've been sleeping, and it won't help me much."

"As a result, you don't even know about the new reinforcements."

Her Majesty, who is in charge of the Forsaken, is clearly unhappy with Onexia's work attitude.

She sneered:

"Not to mention the reinforcements of the tribe, maybe even Pamela is more useful than you."

"At least she'll be able to deliver something for me."

The Black Dragon Princess was momentarily speechless.

"You're not my master."

She could only raise her eyebrows and retort:

"What I do is my freedom."

Sylvanas hated her the most.

After a cold snort, Sylvanas left the ruins of Lordaeron with the Black Dragon Princess and headed for the coast.

On the way, the black dragon princess transforms into a female troll, which is used to disguise her sensitive identity.

On the coast, some bulky ships have long been docked.

The Tribe's seafaring skills were apparently not good enough, and the ports were left with a number of gaps.

Sylvanas walked forward, then toward an elderly beast.

"Good morning, Lord Sarufar."

She walked forward and saluted.

"Good morning, Queen of the Forsaken."

The other party returns the salute.

King Sarufar, a name that shocks the Alliance.

This old beast was once Orgrim's right and left man, the talented commander who controlled the entire tribe against the alliance in the later period, and was the leader of the Kalimdor coalition who is now part of Thrall.

A true veteran, a beast who has fought against Lothar and Tulayan.

"I'll take a good look at your kingdom and decide whether to help you or not."

After the salute, King Sarufar said unceremoniously.

Sylvanas understood his thoughts, and most of the tribe still wondered if the undead had truly gained autonomy.

"Of course, please."

She guided Sarufar towards Lordaeron.

Thousands of beast warriors, armed with axes, followed behind them.

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