The Union forces are trying to regroup their ranks. Santis knew they were pressed for time; If she were Garrosh - the most disgusting thought she could imagine - she would have caused the tribes, especially the mammoths, to turn around and attack again. While he didn't know that his archers had managed to take down Tyrande, he wasn't going to waste this opportunity in the face of the chaos he had already caused.

Tyrande ...... Santis resisted the feeling of wanting to tremble. Tribal archers sneak up in front of the battle and assassinate the high priestess without anyone knowing. Of course, none of them made it back alive to report to their masters; Santis found them too late to rescue her adoptive mother, but it wasn't too late for her archers to shoot at them.

The members of the Elune Sorority are frantically praying for Tyrande, who is getting better but not yet healed. Something remained on the arrowhead in her body. She was able to recover, but it would take time.

And they don't have time now. Thanks to Santis's efforts, the rebels by the river had regained some order, but just then she heard the sound of trumpets in the distant forest. In her opinion, the defenders would undoubtedly face a new attack in a few moments. Dani and several survivors had already told her about Commander Hadrisha's heroic deeds, but there would never be another epic charge to save them at this moment. Hadrisha was unsuccessful in killing Garrosh, but her quick wit gave the Alliance a respite. The Night Elves will celebrate her feat for generations to come...... If they have a future.

Santis looked out at the northern forest; The terrain over there is relatively high, and the low hills create a different environment, which can be very advantageous when fighting back. If only they could build an outpost there while they still controlled the whole area. But that's no longer possible.

The general looked at the other areas. She had to admit that Hadrisha had everything in order. No one can do better than her. Santis had long noticed that some of the young officers, including Dani, had hinted to her that their commander might be transferred for good. But after seeing her heroics, they should have given up on such thoughts. Hadrisha may be old, but she lived to her advanced age precisely because of her excellence.

And after today, there are many Night Elves who will no longer grow in age......

"You command!" She ordered one of the lieutenants, then turned around and walked towards the other priestesses who were caring for Tyrande. As she passed, one of the attendants looked up, but the general showed no interest in anyone but her adoptive mother. Luckily. Santis was pleased to see Tyrande's eyes open.

"My daughter," she said to the general.

Ignoring the image, Santis jumped off his mount and stepped forward to hug the high priestess. Tyrande hugged her back just as forcefully.

"Are you feeling better?" Santis asked.

"I'm still in a bit of a trance, but, yes...... I'm too much. She stared into the general's eyes. "Here they are. ”

Tyrande's words weren't a question, they reminded her. Santis wasn't surprised. "I expect them to reach the edge of the forest in two minutes at most. ”

The High Priestess propped herself up on her elbows, and then had to close her eyes and rest for a while. "No matter what Garrosh asked the archers to put on the arrows, the effect was very strong...... But those two arrows also hurt me lightly. The tribe has some great archers. ”

"But our archers are superior. The Horde has already paid the price. "Another trumpet sounded, this time the trumpet of the Alliance.

"Bring me Ashala," said the High Priestess.

"You're not healed yet—" Santis began. But Tyrande glanced at her, causing her to stop. The orcs were about to charge at them. Instead of arguing, Shantis reached out and pulled Tyrandra up.

A priestess brought Ashallah to Tyrande. She mounted her mount, and Santis did the same, and together they sped off toward the front.

Horns sounded eagerly from the Alliance's positions, in harmony with the trumpets coming from the forest. Neither Santis nor Tyrande had yet to see any enemies, but there were apparently some clues that caught the sentinel's attention.

When they got them to ride forward, things became apparent. The treetops in the forest swayed.

The Mammoth Man is on the move.

"Fire Bolt," Santis said resolutely. "We shot a lot of fire arrows to make the forest burn, and the damned mammoths fled in terror......"

"'Let the forest burn'?" Tyrande took a breath and straightened up. Then she added, "Maybe you're right......

"I don't know if I'm right...... The flames may only make them rage...... But I don't know what else to do. The general looked at Tyrande. "Unless Elune—"

"Our Lady of the Moon does not exist to respond to our every request like a servant. The High Priestess replied. "But ever since I woke up, I've been praying to her. ”

"That?"

"What I do know is that we have to fight to the end and then accept our fate of life or death. ”

Santis grunted. "That's what I love about Elune. She checked that her moonblade was properly attached, and then prepared her bow and arrows. She didn't want to think about how lonely she would be without us. ”

"Santis—"

The general laughed grimly. "Just kidding. ”

The treetops closest to the river also began to shake. The general gave the order to the herald for the fiery arrows, and they hurried to inform the archer commander. As the riders' backs vanished, a familiar, but still terrifying, roar rang out in the forest ahead. Then, five equally terrifying roars rang out.

"Keep praying, Mother," said Santis, as she rode forward. "Keep Praying ......"

"I never stopped," Tyrande replied. The High Priestess followed her daughter into battle...... Maybe it's also rushing to their end.

The mammoths had carved out a passage through the forest to the Alliance's positions, but it didn't matter. Those fragile trees can be easily toppled down. These giant creatures from Northrend trampled through the forest to the river. And their masters don't care about it. The tribe wanted to get the Grey Valley primarily for the timber there, and the destruction caused by these angry trolls only made it easier to harvest the timber after the enemies ran out.

Orcs and their allies followed. Although it fell some distance behind. Some died as the mammoths retreated. The creatures didn't care if they were stepping on trees or soft bodies that rotted when they stepped on them. After suffering from the previous deception. The mammoths and the warriors who followed behind were desperate for blood. These trolls may be Garrosh's slaves, but like orcs or minotaurs or even goblins, they don't want to be fooled.

And there is a lot of alliance blood here that can be used to satisfy them. By this time, the leading male mammoth had rushed to the river, and countless flaming arrows flew towards it. Several fire bolts hit nearby trees, but failed to ignite them. The arrows that hit the mammoth were swept aside like biting worms, which made it even more annoyed. Despite this, the rain of arrows did not stop, and it was also fired at the other mammoths who rushed to the river.

But the giant monsters weren't signaled to stop. Just as Santis guessed. Garrosh doesn't want to leave the Alliance any more chance to regroup. The Great Chief is now about to crush his enemies and take the Valley of the Ashes in a swift and utter victory.

As soon as the archers of the tribe reached the predetermined position, they began to shoot. Their counterattack forced the Alliance archers to turn their fire on them, and the fire bolts used to drive away the mammoths became thin.

Santis opened his bow and shot at a grinning troll, the arrow striking the enemy in the chest. But at this time, she found that the mission to drive away the mammoth was not progressing well. They also need more fire bolts.

Suddenly, the moonlight shone on the mammoth's face, even though there was no moon in the sky at the moment.

Santis laughed, but her smile froze when she saw that the mammoth was not affected at all. They are creatures from Northrend who originally lived in a place where snow and ice were blinding. They have adapted to survive in such an environment, thus rendering the defenders' other formidable weapon ineffective.

The leading male beast waded through the river effortlessly. As it reached the riverbank, the spearmen charged, trying to lose its balance by wounding one of the mammoth's legs. But they may be just as useful as mosquitoes. The mammoth man grabbed two large cats. They were crumpled into a ball of unrecognizable and disgusting flesh with the rider on their backs. Then it threw the thing at the defenders.

At this moment, a trumpet came from the tribe. The warriors of Garrosh let out a feverish and eager battle cry, and finally got a chance to rush forward.

"We have no choice but to fight!" Tyrande shouted at Shantis.

"I know!" She gave the signal.

The long-awaited Confederate legions rushed to the river. Meanwhile. The archers in the front retreated back under the cover of their comrades in the rear. More spear cavalry joined the coalition offensive.

The two armies were close to each other, and the sound of weapons clashing came and went. Night elves and orcs fell to the ground and died. Although they are the main forces that make up the opposing sides, there are many allies who live and die with them: the Minotaurs, human soldiers from Theramore, dwarves of the Three Hammers, troll warriors, and more. Santis couldn't see the entire battlefield, but she knew dozens of people had died in the first few seconds.

But the worst of all is the unstoppable Mammoth. They tore through the line of the sentinels with ease, as if these well-trained warriors were all ears of wheat, and the mammoth man was a scythe. Corpses can be found everywhere, and there are many ways to die. The Night Elves tried in vain to concentrate their fire on the trolls, and the Horde's archers tried to stop the attack on the mammoths from the start. And so these unhindered and terrible monsters are still wreaking havoc.

The priestesses of Elune were both involved in the battle and treating the wounded, making them and their leaders the target of special attention from all tribal archers. Despite the blessing of the Lady of the Moon, the priestesses were not invulnerable, and Tyrande proved it almost herself. As a result, their numbers are rapidly decreasing, and the remainder are forced to strengthen their own protection, thus not being able to effectively assist their comrades.

Despite being the leader of the Sentinels, Santis did not shy away from the battle. When she couldn't use her bow and arrows effectively, she threw her moon blade again and again. And no matter what kind of weapon she used, she rarely missed. But she also had to dodge arrows and other weapons. The enemy wants to get rid of her. Because for the defenders who are struggling. Santis was one of the most important people they pinned their hopes on.

Tyrande was also fighting. Having faced demons, shadow creatures, orcs, and more enemies throughout her long life, she was able to blend in with the rhythm of war more easily than she had ever thought. But every time an enemy fell, it seemed like a dozen more rushed up.

And then because of the Mammoth, always because of the Mammoth.

The Sentinel's front finally collapsed.

"We can't stand it!" Tyrande shouted. "The banks of the river are lost!

Santis grabbed the trumpeter. "Signal! We retreat to the second line of defense!"

The trumpeter blew the horn vigorously, and the other surviving trumpeters repeated her command. Tyrande and Santis had set up a reserve position not far away. There, the undulating terrain provides a natural defense. This is insignificant to the mammoths, but at least it can delay the attack of the tribe's own team.

The Sentinels and their allies fought as hard as they could. They fought their way open, and the archers struggled to find a distance between the defenders and the attackers. The mammoths, on the other hand, were preoccupied with their own desire for destruction and failed to keep up with the Horde's actions in the first place. This bought the league a few precious seconds.

But it was only a matter of seconds, and when Tyrande and Shantis retreated with the rest of the group, they were both acutely aware that behind their second line of defense...... There is no going back.

The fall of the Ash Valley is imminent.

Ashenvale had fallen, Garrosh Hell Roar thought with a growing premonition. Ashenvale has fallen, father!

Garrosh wondered what his father would think of the victory. Would he be proud? Even the eight-headed mammoth would be easy enough to destroy the declining Alliance. He upset the balance of power once and for all on them alone.

This land will help us to become stronger, he thought as he strode forward with the Guards. Suddenly. A sentry jumped up from the dead body and attacked him. She was left behind when her troops were scattered, and now she wanted more glory before she died. She briefly blocked his progress. Thus a respectable enemy. As the roar of blood cleaved through her breastplate and body, Garrosh wished her soul peace in the afterlife.

This war will be used forever to teach young people. At the celebration that follows the triumph, each family will have their commendable hero.

Even Garrosh's predecessor, the great Thrall - even the one who did not want Azeroth to reignite the flames of war - would undoubtedly call Garrosh the warrior of the orcs, the warrior of the entire tribe.

Ashenvale is ours...... The rest of Azeroth will follow suit...... No power is more powerful than the Horde...... There is no way that the Alliance will change the demands of fate on this new world......

Deathwing created the new Azeroth, and it must be strong if it wants to survive. The Alliance was once powerful, but that was yesterday. The tribe is the future.

Garrosh is the future.

He almost felt pity for the Night Elves and their kind. They fought valiantly, but had no chance of victory. They seem to be holding out hope, but that's clearly just a bubble. Garrosh is taking advantage of the summit to bring his enemies together and catch them off guard. The rest of the alliance provided a small amount of assistance to the Night Elves, but it was all within his calculations. By the time Theramore and the other nations were able to send more troops, Ashenvale would be firmly under the control of the Horde.

The Ashen Valley is ours, the Great Chief said to himself once more, overjoyed at it. Ash Valley is-

A mysterious howl came from the forest to the north. The Great Chief stumbled and turned his head in that direction. He was familiar with wild wolves, ferocious wolves, and most of their kind, and it didn't sound like any kind of wolf howl.

The howl rang out again, this time louder and more challenging. And Garrosh immediately understood that it was challenging the Horde. Moreover, he is not alone. Everywhere on the battlefield, orcs and other soldiers looked hesitantly into the forest, their weapons tightened tighter. Even the Mammoth looked up curiously in the direction of the roar.

A similar howl echoed in the forest. Even though he stood far away, Garrosh could hear the rustle of leaves and bushes, just as the mammoths approached the battlefield as a large army rushed towards them.

Garrosh came to his senses, he raised his bloody roar, and opened his mouth to command.

The warriors near the north let out a scream of surprise as they rushed through the forest towards the location of the Night Elves. And the shouts were mixed with roars and screams.

"To the north, you idiots!" Garrosh ordered. "Towards the north—"

A dark river of death swept towards them. It was a group of proactive figures with thick fur. Garrosh saw the orcs, trolls, and minotaurs in their way fall under the flickering weapons and claws. Swift as the wind, these demons scattered towards the horde's army.

But the most amazing thing is that it is a human who rushes ahead of them. However, he didn't run like a human, but more like a wolf than the terrifying warriors who surrounded him. He was armed with a shining sword, which made Garrosh recognizable him from afar.

"Excalibur Sarameni......" Garrosh let out a low roar, his anger rising rapidly. "Varian Ureon ......" (to be continued......