A day later, Team Inspiration reunites with Team White Dust.

The four pieces taken from the dragon, plus the scepter grip that had been kept in La Rochar's possession, glowed brilliantly the moment they approached.

An unpretentious scepter half a meter long hovers over the yellow sand.

"Mortals, you have done it, and we will keep our promises."

Dragon Wing ...... obscured the sky.

Anaklos' muffled dragon whisper resounded through the sky.

From the other side of the mountain, thousands of bronze dragons poured out of the "Cavern of Time", sand of magic spilling from their wings, and even the clouds were stirred.

From across the sea, hundreds of green dragons cross the waves to join the battle, their serene and peaceful, the power of nature enough to delight any living being.

From the end of the sands, the sons of the Red Dragon Queen are also approaching, and their purifying flames are the nemesis of all evil.

In the void, dozens of blue dragons emerged from the portal, and they traveled thousands of miles from the "Magic Hub" in Northrend to represent the King of Magic, Malygos, and deliver the most powerful war spells.

"Go, mortals, tell your commanders, the war has begun!"

Anaklos's voice trembled with vengeance, and although he hated the land of Silisus, he was driven by a strong hatred to come again.

The yellow sand here buried his lover, so should he bury more enemies as well?

――

An alliance of 600,000 mortals, forming hundreds of phalanxes, lined up neatly in front of the Wall of Beetles.

The flapping of the dragon's wings stirred up a chaotic wind, covering the soldiers in shadows, obscuring even the rays of the sun, sending a chill to the earth.

From the tail of the array forward, through the gap between the tribe and the alliance, an elderly orc general, Sarufar, walked slowly.

- Suddenly, all of Silisus was quiet.

--The white clouds stopped, and an inexplicable momentum bloomed from the small flesh and blood, enveloping this bloody battle.

- The dragon froze, and they glided and landed, crouching in the crevices of the array.

"I am the Supreme Commander of the Kalimdor Coalition, and my name is Sarufar."

If you hadn't heard it with your own ears, you wouldn't have believed that the sound of a sword clashing was coming from a soft tongue.

Every word he spat out was like a sledgehammer falling, and even those unruly dragons learned to be silent.

They crouched quietly, not daring to occupy the general's head.

"As a warrior, a true warrior, he has only one quest in life—" Sarufar paused as he gazed at the agitated orc soldiers, as well as at the phalanx of humans and dwarves, and then said quietly, "that is, to die honorably in a decisive battle with the enemy." ”

He saw the dwarven marshal Bruvol nod solemnly, and saw the new recruits in the human phalanx whose legs trembled, although fearful, but extremely excited.

"Many of you have not fought in real battles. Peace, peace has been with us for many years. Over the years, we have done nothing, but we have fought for many years. Sarufar continued.

He understood that less than one-third of the 600,000 troops had actually seen blood, and the vast majority of rookies would die in the first few contact battles, and only by passing through the baptism of blood and fire could they learn to seal their fears, not let their legs tremble, and not let their weapons be inaccurate.

"During those years of fighting, the smoke of gunfire filled the sky and the earth, and the Burning Legion and the Undead scourge wreaked havoc on our homes, killing our loved ones. At that time, these bugs lurked at our feet, lurking beneath our homes, and they waited, and waited. ”

- "So, what are they waiting for?" ”

Sarufar looked around and asked faintly.

After a long time, he began to answer.

“…… Waiting to kill us all, starting with our lovers and children! That's what they do for their gods. ”

The commotion spread through the ranks, and most of the soldiers bared their teeth in bitterness, their hands clenching their weapons bruised from too much force.

"What about us? What will we do for our God? ”

The wind danced, the flags of the tribes and alliances stood straight, and the hands holding the flagpole seemed to be cast of steel, it was not a flag, it was a glimpse of the impregnable city wall!

And the two veterans holding the flag, across the two military formations, looked at their commander with deep eyes.

-- This is faith.

"We are sworn to resist. We will not give up. We are one, a united whole. We will be victorious, and their gods will lose. ”

Every word is like a boulder, built into an impassable Great Wall.

"Today, if we die in battle, on this battlefield, we will die with honor. Today, if we die in battle, it is to defend our children, our parents, our lovers. ”

"So...... Who among you would fear such a death? Who would refuse such a great glory? ”

Sarufar, shouting a final question.

The answer is, no!

Even the most cowardly coward, even the most treacherous villain, understands that there is no way back at this point.

Who would refuse such a death?

"We will fight side by side with you until the last moment of our lives." Grand Duke Leorik thumped his chest with his right fist, as one of the real powers of Stormwind, he was immersed in intrigue all day long, he thought that he had forgotten the blood of the warriors, and he thought that he had been enslaved by the corrupt aristocratic life.

But, now it seems, no.

He clearly felt that death was not terrible, something far superior to death was dominating his body, rushing up from the bloodlines, rushing into the atrium, making every man's blood swell.

Yes, the last battle, began.

――

"Quack" ......

The rusted stone pillars made a tooth-aching sound, and the sound of quicksand scepters striking gongs was faintly transmitted in the air.

On the other side of the door, separated by a short distance of 100 meters, another army was also ready to go.

"Good, good! Kill them, soldiers of the Empire! ”

Is that...... A brutal roar, in the language of the Qila Worm Man, came from the mouth of the huge Worm General who was fifteen meters high, and the mere sound shook the human soldiers in the front row away.

"Rajax!" La Rochar's face changed as she raised the Scepter of Quicksand as if she had been electrocuted, and began to chant the most powerful defensive spell.

"That's Rajax!! Be careful! Anaclus almost subconsciously reminded that in the war of a thousand years ago, even from the eyes of a dragon, this insect commander named Ajax had terrifying power.

Back then, it was this ugly worm who was the general of the Great Druid Vandal in front of the two armies? The son of the deerhelm was torn to shreds.

It directly caused Vandal to go insane, and almost buried all the soldiers.

This cunning and cruel Zerg is one of the supreme commanders of Angela's army, and he is also one of the few Zerg generals who appear at the forefront.

"We killed him." Li Lian said coldly, and Bai Chen also nodded yes.

In the formation of the two armies, six reincarnators began to break through.