The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"My lady, send them to Stormwind."

Stopping the "coach" pulling a "cage" of Cadore, Golden-eyed Cadore opened the wooden carriage pulled behind the motorcycle.

Nodding, the young Moon Priestess turned the staff in her hand and opened an arcane door.

"Let's go. Shandor (respected mentor) and Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage have ordered everyone to seek refuge in Stormwind City."

"Uncle, can't Sugito defeat those invaders?"

Touching the head of the Kaldorei boy who suddenly asked the question, the uncle Kaldorei said gently: "Just taking shelter, kid."

"Let's go for a walk in Stormwind City. I'll come and take you home tomorrow."

"But, uncle, my brother and I want to do our part."

At this time, a Kaldorei girl next to the Kaldorei boy said this.

Smiling, Uncle Kaldorei said, "Children, if those invaders use you as a threat."

"So, what should uncle do?"

Ask this question

"Brother, Seiya and Yueya..."

Patting the Kaldorei brothers who spoke up, Uncle Kaldorei said, "Brother, no need to say more."

"Please, take care of yourself and your family."

"Of course, my friends."

Uncle Kaldorei raised his fist towards them and said, "We are short on time and have a heavy task."

"Please understand and let's meet tomorrow!"

"Good luck, bro."

The father of a boy and a girl, the Kaldorei brothers, tightly grasped Uncle Kaldorei's hand.

"See you tomorrow, uncle."

"May Elune bless you, brother."

"Friends, we will definitely meet again."

“Thank you, compatriot.”

……

Soon, amidst various "return gifts" from their Kaldorei friends, Uncle Kaldorei and the Kaldorei Mage watched the portal close.

"This area has been almost evacuated, Maiev, it's time for us to move as well."

"But, Illidan, it will be difficult for us to defeat the Horde as it is now."

Turning around, Illidan asked, "Defeat the Horde?"

"Don't be so impatient, you should calm down... Maiev."

Huh, he swung out a moonblade... and swung out an egg knife... the Glaive of Azzinoth, the right-handed knife.

Chi, crack, an invisible undead assassin was shattered by his sword, leaving behind ashes purified by holy light.

The cries of pain and the agony of death are but in vain... since no sound can be uttered.

Waving her hand to direct the breeze to blow away the embers, Maiev said: "It seems that we have no escape."

Near the Wheel of Kings, a man and a woman, one tall and one short, who were a head shorter than each other, approached each other with their backs to each other to warn those around them.

Twisting the staff, Maiev grasped the weapon which transformed into the Wheel of Judgment.

She said, "It's a pity that they don't understand."

With a tear, she flashed past and passed through the encirclement of undead assassins.

“Yes, they don’t understand.”

Each holding a blade lit with holy light, Illidan said: "Legends like us cannot be challenged by these small soldiers."

Whoosh, he leaped over the invisible undead assassin, dancing his two swords on the spot, making a sharp sound in the wind.

"You...ah..."

Crack, crack, crack. The undead assassins who surrounded them were all chopped into ashes by the quick "knife".

"My subjects, my former subjects, I don't have much time to discuss with you how to awaken the will to freedom."

"Illidan, let's go."

Flashing to the back seat, Maiev shouted to him.

"Understood, my Lady Shadowsong."

Huh, the wheel of the king is sailing towards the distance.

"Maiev: Calling Central Command."

"Nancy: Got it. Have you finished your work?"

"Maiev: Well, now that we are done, let us gather in the sea.

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"Nancy: Got it. I'll go inform them right away.

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In the black sea at night, the golden light illuminates the surroundings, causing the "hurried" fish to retreat faster, while the surrounding dark light obscures it.

With the help of holy light, death and invisible arcane, no one noticed that six Kaldorei, so young that even acquaintances could hardly recognize them, gathered here.

Warrior Malfurion, Assassin Tyrande,

Knight Illidan, Mage Maiev,

Warrior Jarod, Druid Vasya.

"All known refugees in the vicinity that we classified as a threat area have been personally transported to Stormwind City."

"So, what do you think about the next move?"

Stroking his beardless chin, Jarod said, "Of course I did."

"However, the refugees near us were evacuated, but the rest of the people in Darnassus were not."

Nodding, Malfurion said: "With our secret assistance, the pressure on the local defenders has been reduced a lot."

"But they may not be able to hold out for long against the overwhelmingly large and well-equipped tribal invaders."

Looking at his brother who was listening attentively, Malfurion said, "But, the premise of all this."

"All of this is based on the inevitable premise that Archdruid Stormrage will be defeated by the Banshee Queen."

Tyrande followed up with, "However, the power of the Kaldorei is not weak."

"The Horde that relies on Azerite..."

Tyrande felt a chill on her back as Maiev stared at her. She said, "The demigods are all here. The Kaldorei have enough time to unite with their allies and defeat the Horde."

"With their current strength, unless the Emerald Dream and the Alliance are just idlers, I can't imagine how the Horde can win with new weapons."

At this time, Vasya, who had transformed into the form of Kaldorei, said: "Unfortunately, the demigods have many reasons to shirk Elune's 'kindness'."

"Moreover, in the eyes of many gods, this war is nothing more than a regular 'small fight' between mortal races."

Pointing to the east in the direction of the Eastern Kingdom, Vasya continued: "Spaceship Draenei... Most of the forces in the Alliance respect the various systems of the Alliance."

"No matter what, there will be a meeting..."

"There are only Gilneans with relevant interests in this area. The moment Greymane learns of the news, he will definitely bring people to help immediately."

Maiev clapped her hands and said, "That's right. This is a war between mortals."

"The ancient gods and the like didn't do anything tricky, so the 'gods' can't really help."

"So, do you have the confidence that six people can take on the tribe's manpower?"

Maiev raised her finger to the sky and said, "We can hold out for one night. The rest of the reinforcements will arrive soon."

Before Maiev could continue, Illidan said, "This meeting has lasted long enough."

"In just a few minutes, everyone had figured out the situation."

"I think we don't need to worry about anything. We just need to do our best to send the refugees from Darnassus to Stormwind."

"Teldrassil, if you can save it, save it. If you can't, do your best to save the refugees."

……

"Well, take these things. They should be useful to you later."

A few minutes later, Maiev handed Illidan a dozen scrolls.

"Well...everyone, remember not to sacrifice your lives at will."

"We will, but so will you, bro."

After a Stormrage brother hug, the six young Kaldorei looked at each other and divided into three groups.

Finally, they re-planned.

Each team drove their "submarine" in a different direction.

They left, but the fish were still "in a hurry".

In the darkness, it seemed as if something was threatening them, or even capable of killing them directly.

"Garrod, did you see those goblins assembling the equipment?"

Coming to the sea, near the beach, Malfurion used the sea to cover himself, but his eyes were sharp.

"Submarine" or something like that, they can swim by themselves, so they can also be considered a "submarine".

Turning his head, Jarod, who seemed to have merged with the sea, said, "Brother, what should we do?"

"I think those cannons and catapults are the weapons to burn the giant tree behind us."

"Yes, brother, there are submarines in the sea."

Pointing to the occasional shining tribal submarine not far away, Garrod pointed to the "sporadic" shining sky not far away.

There, there are batches of tribal air forces.

This air force has "hot air balloons", "armored" goblin airships, bat riders...the weapons they are equipped with.

Not only had Malfurion and Jarod seen it, they had also seen the power of the "First Sight Kill" that almost brought disaster to the Archmage Rhonin.

Oh, and Lord Lucia Waycrest from another world.

The power of the musket she used made them both recall the "glorious days" of the past.

"It seems that the war machines in this world are more advanced than we thought."

Narrowing his eyes, Malfurion said, "The world of the future."

"There was King Greymane's casual cover-up, and Illidan and the others' outstanding performance."

"The 'water' in that world, Kul Tiras, is not fully revealed to us."

"Brother, why don't we start from that direction..."

"Nancy: My two brave warriors, the real-time topographic maps of both sides of the battle have been sent to you.

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"Got it...Garrod, I'll be responsible for luring the enemy."

"How about you go and gather our compatriots together?"

"No problem, big brother."

"Yes, but remember the code later and make timely adjustments if you encounter any problems."

"Okay, big brother."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jarod dived down, the sound of water splashing being almost inaudible amid his superb swimming skills.

Seeing Jarod hiding like this, Malfurion used his anger to splash out from the sea, making a gushing sound that echoed in all directions.

As the sound of the gushing water attracted attention from all sides, Malfurion broke free of Salamaine in mid-air and shouted, "Smash the orcs, and die!"

He wears the tight "linen" clothes of the common Kaldorei from ten thousand years ago, but his courage lights up the double swords in his left and right hands.

The two balls of light, one blue and one green, are particularly dazzling.

"Look, it's a brave Alliance dog!"

A green-skinned orc holding an axe was excited when he saw a brave night elf warrior jumping out of the sea.

The surrounding Kaldorei defenders were keeping their distance, shooting or attacking from a distance.

A warrior like this, his fighting blood is burning!

"Today! I will..."

"For the Kaldorei!"

In a flash, a whirlwind came and Malfurion shouted to the tribal warriors in front of him.

"How... is it possible... ah..."

In the wrath of nature, the orc, who had not yet revealed his real name, fell on the beach.

"Kill him, for the tribe!"

"Take your life!"

"Weak elf, I want to help Lai..."

Malfurion chopped off three orcs who wanted revenge with one sword, and shouted, "Who else?!"

The furious voices once again resounded through the battlefield, and the deaths of three orcs attracted the attention of more tribal warriors.

On the battlefield, do not think about "advance and retreat in moderation".

The provocation is so arrogant and presumptuous, it's simply seeking death!

"For the sake of glory, don't you even have a true warrior?!"

"Kill, kill him!"

"Well done!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Malfurion sprinted past the charging Horde warriors.

Standing up from a half-squat, he pointed his right sword at a blue-skinned troll from the tribe and said, "Is this all you have?!"

"Heh... Bah!"

With a spit, the Darkspear troll grasped his spear and charged on his velociraptor.

"Foolish Kaldorei... er..."

In a flash, he chopped off the dragon's head with his sword, then stabbed the velociraptor's neck with his backhanded sword.

As the raptor fell, Malfurion did not say a word, but simply charged forward.

During the charge, he brought his left and right swords together, and the natural rage of green and blue attached to the swords.

"No, he is a ..."

With a chi, a sword slashed through the tribal warrior who made the sound, and the sword sank into the ground.

The blue natural rage erupted, and the terrifying force shattered dozens of tribal warriors whose bodies seemed to be burned.

Regardless of race or gender, the earth-splitting sword explodes.

"A tribe that pursues glory, don't you want to sacrifice your lives for your glory?!"

"Night elves, you are really..."

In a flash, "Goodbye, greedy goblin warrior."

"for……"

The bull head fell down, "We are on different sides, minotaur warrior."

"The Great Element..."

The severed arm pointed upward, and the "fountain" body fell down.

"Another orc who's been blinded by anger... a perfect opportunity to practice with my sword."

"How dare you! I..."

The sword broke in two. Malfurion looked at the bloodless blade and said, "Undead."

"I am not the benevolent dark queen in your mind."

Looking at some of the trembling tribal warriors, he said: "Those who surrender will not be killed!"

"You want to run?!"

"I'm not afraid of the Great Chief..."

A stream of sword energy shattered the barrier and easily cut off the head of the person who spoke.

With his left hand sword in blocking position and his right hand sword against his shoulder, Malfurion looked at the increasingly dense Horde reinforcements around him.

"Don't be afraid, we have so many people!"

With bloodshot eyes, a goblin assassin said.

"The living, you will regret it and join..."

The undead archer was cut in half by the sword and disappeared in the blue flame.

"Do you think... you guys can defeat me with just a few of us?!"

Boom! Blue and green light burst out.

It was like a group of tribal warriors burned by flames, lying on the ground, lifeless.

"So, who else among you can fight me?!"

"Brothers and sisters, if we fight separately like this, we will be wiped out by the tribe sooner or later."

Jarod kicked away the fully armored orc with a broken arm but no cry yet, and stretched out his right hand towards the Kaldorei lying on the ground in front of him.

"So, what do you and he think we should do?"

Pulling up a brother, Jarod said, "Regroup."

"If the tribe wants to invade our country, it will definitely pay a heavier price."