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Countless demons poured into the Tirisfal glades, cutting down trees everywhere and turning them into ships. It only took a few days to build a fleet of no small size, and then with all the demons and undead, all of them headed towards the western continent.

This time, they didn't even leave a man in Lordaeron.

Thinking about it, both Akmund and Arthas understand that leaving people at this time will inevitably affect the entire battle situation if there are more people, and if there are fewer people, it will be easy to be swallowed by humans. After all, in this life, Gilneth has begun to show its outward expansion of minions, and Alsace is not stupid. Seeing that Gilneth has changed the original national policy, as soon as they leave on the front foot, I am afraid that the back foot Gilneth will wipe out the troops left here, in this case, why lose troops in vain?

It's better to follow the Burning Legion in one go, as long as it succeeds in the end, it doesn't matter what Gilneth or Nirgis, all of them will be in ruins.

So, the Burning Legion is gone.

Leaving behind an empty Lordaeron, not even a single plague rat.

After Du Teng got the news, he hurriedly passed the information to the Eagle's Nest Mountain, and soon, several griffins flew up on the Eagle's Nest Mountain, flying in different directions.

Quel'Thalas, Stormwind, Ironforge...... All the countries of the entire Eastern Continent got the news.

Whether it's the High Elves who are just beginning to recuperate, or the dwarves who are already gearing up for battle, they are all preparing for battle quickly.

Ten days later, the High Elves' fleet first appeared in the harbor of Gilneth. Thirty warships, each carrying 500 men, made a total of 15,000 troops. Nearly one-third of them were magicians, and when they walked together, just the faint fluctuations of magic power almost formed a cloud of magic power.

Many of the residents of Gilneth City had seen elves for the first time, and everyone gathered on both sides of the road, amazed.

The mages of Gilneth had much more serious expressions.

Some of these mages were trained by Gilneth himself, but a large number of them ran away from Dalaran some time ago, and they had just experienced the pain of losing their home, and now Gilneth is fighting back against the demons, which makes these mages particularly moved.

Seeing the high elves with such a powerful strength, they were still quite excited in their hearts while being vigilant.

The next day, Stormwind's fleet also arrived.

The fleet was larger than Quel'Salas's, and it carried more people, each ship was full of eight hundred men, a total of nearly fifty warships, and the number of soldiers was nearly forty thousand.

The dwarves came the next night, and the Copperbeard Dwarves and the Hammer Dwarves united again, the Hammer Dwarves provided the griffins, the Copperbeard Dwarves provided the soldiers, and the dwarf-made flying machines formed a legion, numbering hundreds.

Because of this cross-sea operation, the number of personnel is limited, and only as many elite troops can be dispatched.

Gilneth was only able to dispatch more than twenty warships this time, and the number of soldiers was so limited that it was impossible to even make every ship full. At full capacity, Gilneth only sent a team of nearly 10,000 men, only more than the number of gnomes, and even the dwarves.

There is no way, Gilneys's national strength is not strong enough, and it has experienced a complete undead invasion, and the losses can be described as heavy. No one will say anything about them, after all, this alliance was initiated by Gilneth. Stormwind has rarely expressed full support for Gilneis, and others may not be able to say anything they want to say.

The rest of the fleet was filled with dwarven warriors.

Dwarven warriors are also famous in the whole continent, these stocky dwarf winter melons, their strength is not weak, they are solid, they are wearing well-dressed armor and holding sophisticated weapons, although their legs are sprinting slowly, but they are all like mountains, as a defensive force, there is simply no better than them.

Such a multi-racial team finally set off on the thirteenth day after the departure of the Burning Legion, and hundreds of warships crossed the sea, leaving a large white trail behind, and quickly sailed towards the west.

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At the same time that the entire alliance began to act quickly, the battle between orcs and night elves in the far western continent also entered a white-hot stage.

The new tribes needed huge resources to sustain their forces, they needed to build, they needed to craft armor and weapons, they needed to eat, they needed to burn the weeds on the ground, and the land became suitable for farming.

And these behaviors are completely unacceptable to the Night Elves.

Unable to accept any destruction of the forest and nature, the Night Elves and the Orcs went to war.

At first, the battle between them was just a small fight, and at most it could be regarded as a small friction. Both Thrall and Tyrande are trying to restrain their own people and subordinates as much as possible.

It is a pity that their slaves ended up in vain.

Thrall and Kane Bloodhoof leave the camp in search of the sage of Maddie Culture. Grom Hellroar found a fountain of life with powerful magical powers, which he quickly succumbed to Manolos' temptations, believing that it would help him defeat the demigod Cenarius. Grom Hellroar transforms into a fallen orc and orders the Warsong Clan to drink the tainted spring.

The orc tribes led by Grom Hellroar drank the lake's infected waters and indulged in the power bestowed upon them by demons. With uncanny hatred and rage, Grom and his warriors fought back against Cenarius and his allies. In the end, the orcs succeeded in killing the demigods. The Night Elves and many other creatures, including Ysera, mourn Cenarius' tragic death to this day.

The death of Cenarius completely detonated the anger in the hearts of the Night Elves, and Tyrande could no longer suppress it, in fact, she did not want to suppress it. Cenarius is the Night Elf's best friend, and it's not an exaggeration to say that he is both a mentor and a friend. Now that he has been killed by this group of savage orcs, how can the Night Elves endure it?

So, the Night Elves went to war.

The Horde, on the other hand, did not retreat or shrink its forces. The orcs who have just arrived in this land, as well as the newborn tribes, are in dire need of a war to kill all kinds of internal frictions, and at the same time, they have long been dissatisfied with the Night Elves.

Now that the Night Elves have taken the initiative to start a war, how can they endure it?

You want to fight? That's the battle!

The idea of the orcs is simple, and the idea of the tribe is simple.

Thrall was still sober, or rather, the top of the tribe were sober, and they knew that the battle was not right. But now the arrow has to be sent, the newborn tribe, like a huge beast, quickly organized, every cell, every muscle is exerting strength, and then all these forces are combined, forming a terrifying combat force.

Eventually, the two sides fought to the death in Azhara and Ashenvale.

The two sides come and go, and no one will give up half a step, refuse to let in, and can't let go.

As a result, more and more elves and orcs died in battle, and the minotaurs suffered relatively little losses because of their rough skin and thick meat. And because of the gecko-like recovery ability, trolls are basically difficult to kill as long as they don't hit the vital point. The two races that died the most were the Night Elves and Orcs.

While they were in a fight, the prophet Medivan, the prophet Medivan, who had been searching for nothing in Saar's search, arrived.

Medivan brought the message of the Burning Legion, and the Night Elves and the Horde immediately stopped the war.

Compared to the dispute between them, the threat of the Burning Legion was obviously more serious, and Cenarius's vengeance could be kept for later, but once the Burning Legion won the victory, it would really be over.

In the face of such a terrifying enemy, the two major factions that had beaten people's brains and dog's brains before suddenly stopped their disputes.

The orcs sent more soldiers and began to gather under Mount Hyjal, and the night elves also began to act, all kinds of defenses, all kinds of strong people, and even the druids in the Emerald Dream were awakened and joined in this defense.

Half a month later, the Burning Legion descended.

They chose the land of Azhara, once part of the Night Elf Empire, as their landing site, and as improvised warships docked, countless undead and demons poured into the land.

The broken coast that stretches along Kalimdor's northern border was once part of the Night Elf capital of Kim Aisari, before the Big Bang. Then the Well of Eternity exploded, and the land was torn apart and swallowed up by the sea, leaving only the ruins of the once majestic city.

The surviving Night Elves named the place of its former glory, and now only the shattered remains of it, as Azhara, derived from the name of the queen who had been seduced by demons and turned mad.

Rumor has it that the dark portal that brought demons into Azeroth is still alive, waiting to be reopened one day at the bottom of the ocean. There are other assertions that claim that the ancient Great Schism awakened some kind of creature in the depths of the ocean that would eventually erupt in a tsunami. Whichever guess is true, the Night Elves agree that this is a cursed place.

The coastal area of Aishara is located to the east of the Ash Valley forest and to the north of Durontal. A river separates the native forest from the land.

The waves of the shallow coral sea wash over the beach, and the spire islands of jagged reefs emerge from the water. A winding reef forms a maze of corals below the surface, making it increasingly impossible to traverse the ocean.

But this difficulty is not difficult for the Burning Legion, anyway, these ships are not going to be used for a second time, their purpose is only to cross the sea, and this land, close enough to the Hyjal Mountain, the terrain is relatively flat, I have to say, the place chosen by the Burning Legion is really good.

The Night Elves and the New Horde, as the defenders, could not place defenses in Azhara at all, so they could only place their defenses in the direction of Ashenvale.

Fortunately, Akmund was also not prepared to land directly on Mount Hyjal from the north of Aissara, so in general, the defensive line was sufficient.

……

The landing of the Burning Legion was undoubtedly a thunderbolt for the Horde and the Night Elves.

Before, they were more or less suspicious of Medivan's words, but when the scouts passed the information back, everyone knew that their real enemy was coming.

Ten days later, a green flame descended on the valley of ash.

"Mortal! Ant! Feel the horror of evil powers! ”

When Akmund raised his hands and let out such a roar, countless demons launched a charge, accompanied by the undead Scourge, whether it was demons or undead, it was a terrifying force that the living beings could not resist.

In fact, the threats don't stop there.

As Akmund raised his hands, the sky became cloudy, and green fireballs rained down from the sky and smashed into the coalition positions.

These fireballs are not simple fireballs, these fireballs are all hellfire. After landing on the ground, there was a pile of debris, but soon he quickly stood up with inexplicable strength, burning with evil flames, transforming into a huge flame stone man, each punch could pierce a house, and the flames could scorch all enemies within ten meters of them.

These hellfires dealt a devastating blow to the positions of the coalition forces, the fortifications built by the orcs were meaningless in the face of these flame giants, the orcs and elves kept retreating, and in just one day, a third of the gray valley fell into the hands of the Burning Legion.

They were already within easy reach of the entrance to the Flewoodson Territory, and once they had opened the passage, they would soon be able to drive all the way north, and it would not be long before they could reach Mount Hyjal.

The coalition forces finally can't let them go, even if they use human lives to pile up, they must stop these monsters in the gray valley.

More and more reserves were sent to the front, and the losses of the coalition began to skyrocket, and of course, the losses of the Burning Corps were very serious.

But demons are very difficult to kill directly, and even if their bodies are destroyed, their souls can be resurrected in the Twisted Void.

And with Akmund there, as soon as the portal opens, there will be a steady stream of demons pouring into Azeroth.

Although he couldn't summon Kil'Gardan or other powerful demons to lead him, he didn't need that much strength, and he was confident that he would be able to rely on his own strength to level the place.

From here, the war began to heat up, with the Burning Legion on one side and the coalition forces that had to die to protect their homeland on the other.

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At this moment of hand-to-hand combat between the two sides, Tyrande, the leader of the Night Elves, quietly left everyone's sight, and only brought some of his most confidant huntress to a dungeon.

The dungeon was dark, and the smell of rancid and bloody was mixed.

The rancid smell comes from the environment here, and the blood is the blood of those of the same clan behind him.

In order to get in, she had to slaughter her own people, the Watchmen, with a sword.

After killing all the watchers guarding the place, she went to the deepest part of the dungeon, opened the magic cage, and looked out at the dark cell.

"Come out, you're free."

In the darkness, there was a sound of footsteps, and then, a tall voice slowly walked out of the darkness.

"Is that you? Tyrande, why are you letting me out, I, shouldn't be out. ”

The man was a tall elf with golden eyes, and he looked at Tyrande with unconcealed love in his eyes.

"I need your help, we, we all need your help, the Burning Legion is back, we need your strength...... Illidan. (To be continued.) )