The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Kaldorei, you will eventually succumb to the rule of the Horde!"

The warriors who were "loyal" to the tribe roared and charged towards the rain of arrows.

"Then come and see, intruder!"

Drawing his bow and sword, a Kaldorei stood behind the vines, temporarily blocking the tribal warriors who wanted to destroy them and enter the land they guarded behind them.

"Humans, and werewolves, your joining cannot delay the tribe's attack."

With one axe after another, an orc fought two humans besieging him, forcing them to retreat continuously.

"Humph, I hope you'll bark like that when our reinforcements arrive!"

Holding up a shield covered with axe blades of varying depths, a human in full armor swung his sword in retaliation.

"Wrong, even without reinforcements, we won't let you live to that moment!"

The claws were merciless, and the werewolf in light armor used its agility to embed its claws into the orcs' exposed weaknesses.

"You regard us as a disgrace, and so do we, night elves!"

A troll threw a spear and hit the vine that suddenly grew out.

"Don't waste your breath, troll!"

Throwing out a moonblade, a Kaldorei huntress riding a moonsaber leopard responded to the troll's words of shame.

"Put down your weapons and we will spare your lives."

A minotaur wearing tribal war robes, holding a totem pole, waved it forward.

"We actually thought that the minotaurs were a peace-loving race?!"

The Claw Druid transformed into a giant bear, grasped the totem pole tightly with both hands, and let out a wild roar.

"This is what you call a righteous war? It's clearly an evil invasion!"

With big strides, the mountain giant grabbed an Azerite machine "hammer" and swept away a large number of kodo beasts.

"Warriors, there is no need to doubt, for glory!"

"For the tribe!!"

"For the Great Chief!!!"

Speaking clearly in the common language, the abominable stitched monster, as tall as the mountain giant in front, threw out the meat hook in his hand.

"Kaldorei, you are powerful and a worthy opponent."

"You, Varok Saurfang, are talking to me about respect?"

Feng Yu spoke with doubt in his voice and thrust forward with the standard Watcher spear.

"It is unreasonable for orcs who feel proud of themselves to talk about respect during an invasion!"

"You wouldn't understand... this is all for the Horde!"

……

"Banshee, face my wrath!"

"Malfurion Stormrage, the nature you want to protect cannot help you in the face of absolute power."

On the battlefield covered with crisscrossing vines, Sylvanas leaped forward with the warriors behind her.

Standing and floating in the air, she said, "Fire!"

Boom, boom, boom! The artillery, with Azerite as the main output of firepower, fired rapidly from the muzzle.

After fighting for a long time, the tribe's war machines have arrived here one after another.

Even someone as powerful as Malfurion, who could change the very landscape of a battlefield, was trembling with fear at the power of the "blood" of Azeroth that he was unaware of.

The sky was full of sparks... and the artillery fire fell like meteorites. The vine "barrier" that Malfurion was struggling to support and covered Lor'danel was so fragile.

However, the vines he controlled still tightly protected his compatriots and some allied soldiers and civilians behind him.

Transforming from an eagle into a cheetah, Malfurion tore through several Horde beasts that blocked his way and arrived ahead of his compatriots and allies.

After changing back to human form, he raised his hands forward to block the enemy: "Follow the plan, retreat quickly!"

Before he finished speaking, the vines that were growing wildly from under the ground started growing again.

They intertwine once again and become a protective net to protect this place once again!

No matter how powerful the Horde's Azerite artillery fire was, Malfurion blocked the destructive "flames" at this moment.

"Woo!"

In front of Varok who was blown back by the fiery wind, Fengyu picked up the horn at his waist and blew the horn of retreat.

Although she was an inconspicuous watcher before, the watcher suit she now wears has become a distinctive symbol of her identity.

"Ow!"

A flaming dragon roared and knocked Varok and his men away. Feng Yu waved his hands and shouted, "Retreat!"

"Retreat quickly!"

"Chase them, they're trying to run!"

"Did you hear the watchman's order? Retreat quickly!"

"You cunning Alliance dog, fight me for another three hundred rounds!"

"Ignore the grunting of those tribal pigs and get to the remaining ships at sea immediately!"

For a moment, the Kaldorei and other races of the Alliance gave up fighting with the Horde and retreated one after another.

The evacuation of the people here has already been completed, and according to the previous plan, it is time for them to leave.

In order to stop them from escaping, the tribal warriors cursed them endlessly, just to keep these barking escaped dogs with weak fighting will.

The blood and glory are right before our eyes, how can we let their blood and glory go away?

"Gulu Gulu (Follow me)!"

At the same time, the ready-to-go Glacial Frenzy led its elemental brothers and sisters forward to stop the tribe.

Although their number is relatively small compared to those who retreated.

However, there are only a few gaps in the front line.

The rest of the place was covered by the natural vines summoned by the Archdruid who was supporting it with all his strength.

"You've come just in time. We...ah..."

Boom! A beam of green light descended from the sky, directly destroying the goblin navy that had just appeared.

Boom, bang, bang, bang!

A group of goblin submarines were about to open fire on the Alliance ship as they prepared to board, destroying it and killing them.

At this moment, it was directly destroyed by a larger beam of green light.

Some of the sailors had no remains and were purified into dust in the sea.

"My fellow countrymen, allies of the Kaldorei!"

Vasya Yiwu, wearing a watcher suit, emerged from the light, holding a standard staff in her hand.

Boom, boom, boom, beams of green light enveloped the tribal underwater navy that was trying to open fire.

The roaring sound is endless.

As the explosions and wailing beneath her feet ended, she pointed in a direction and said, "Go there!"

"Our compatriots have already opened avenues for us to retreat!"

In the direction she pointed, two Kaldorei mages...

Mailiel, Delnara and the others...

Many Kaldorei mages, some of them looked exhausted; some looked pale;

Some were bloodless, but they still opened portal after portal on the sea.

If they still can't break the tribe's shielding magic by now, then they will really be useless.

The surprise attack was unexpected, but after defending all the way, the various Kaldorei organizations had already developed a clear strategy.

Although this was forced upon them by the legendary warden, they would eventually think of it.

"That day, I didn't have time to think about the logical fallacy of the catapult."

"All I saw was the burning despair in the vast sea of ​​fire."

"My participation in rescuing people is just like a moth flying into a flame. I can't even save many people."

"We all share the same feelings. I was lucky enough to have survived, but I feel powerless."

Otherwise, the "fate" of the "city" would have been destroyed by the "catapult".

They will not rely on the Temple of the Moon in Darnassus to be the last "companion" as people keep retreating but still persist.

Until the last moment, the end of life.

The Moon Priestess put out the fire and treated the wounds, the former High Elf Mage held up the portal, and the others tried their best to save people...

"We stayed together until the last moment, but I couldn't see death together. I felt powerless again."

"I once cursed the existence of those who planned all this in my heart, but I knew it was just a game and there was no need to dwell on it."

“This kind of emotional resonance effect is the resonance of the color of sadness… In my opinion, it is the most alluring.”

That "fate", they sacrificed heroically and tragically, but that "companionship" is also companionship.

If there is a hell, when they reach the end of their lives, they will resolutely go with other innocent victims.

Even in hell, they will perform their duties just as they did in life.

Stay together, for the sake of our family, for each other's relatives,

We are “partners,” people, and masses who share the same race… nation, and the same country and who have been through thick and thin together.

"A righteous war, a truly righteous war."

"We are definitely not fighting with the goal of destruction!"

A war of justice is a war of justice, a war to defend the country, a war to preserve the flame of inheritance...

If the tribe needs a righteous battle, why not make all your people my subjects?

"In my eyes, the so-called tribal 'just war' is to proactively start a war that brings true happiness to the people of another tribe."

"But that kind of war is not a just war either... At least I think war is war, and a just war lies in 'understanding'."

"Conflicts... but we should have united and solved the conflicts together."

"Holy Light, Death, please lend us a hand!"

On a ship that was creating rolling waves, a golden-eyed Kaldorei led his team members.

They bent down together and injected energy into the fast-moving ship.

The injection of multi-colored energy makes it sail faster.

This ship has a hull as solid as a rock, but it is not designed for stability or ultimate lethality.

At this moment, on the other side, Lodanel turned into another sea of ​​fire.

The battle between the Horde warriors and the Kaldorei...and the Alliance continues.

However, the alliance is withdrawing in an orderly manner.

However, Malfurion was surrounded by Sylvanas and a group of Forsaken.

There were two women on the sea... "Hard Stubble" and Halduron were two against two and it was difficult for them to defeat them.

So, the legendary "squad" that was with her before was sent by her to target the two of them.

The extremely destructive Azerite weapons are a key part of her grand plan.

She was deeply distressed by the casual destruction caused by two legendary Kaldorei whom she had never known.

Generally speaking, legend is a threshold.

Those who have crossed the threshold of legend are no longer mortals in the popular sense, but rather powerful weapons that far surpass sophisticated Azerite weapons.

Just like Malfurion who was able to block the Horde's artillery fire alone before, he is not an ordinary person.

But in the eyes of mortals, it is like a god.

"Bane, are you finally brave enough to face me?"

"Malfurion Stormrage, we have sacrificed so much."

Pointing her knife at the humanoid druid in front of her, Sylvanas said coldly: "Today, you must join us."

"join in?"

With a wave of his hand, Malfurion sent down beams of natural wrath as bright as the sun and said, "What a joke!"

"Do you think that the strength I have been showing is all there is?!"

Leaving a circle of dead bodies on the ground as a warning, he suddenly said calmly: "Out of a compassionate heart."

"What we got in return is Windrunner, who has been loyal to Death since Hellscream."

"You all have forgotten since Mount Hyjal."

"Archdruid has never been a title of honor, but a symbol of strength."

With another wave of his hand, a strong wind blew up around Malfurion.

At this moment, his eyes were firm, but particularly terrifying.

"And I am the pinnacle of the Archdruid, an existence that you cannot reach even if you pledge allegiance to death."

The calm but not loud voice sounded so arrogant and conceited to the listener.

"Malfurion, I think you are crazy!"

A terrifying guard swung the sword in his hand and rushed towards the idiot who was only making the whirlwind swirl around him instead of spreading!

"Go to hell...how can...you..."

The tornado moved slightly, and the terrifying guards shrouded in the strong wind were torn apart by wind blades in an instant.

There is no visible dust, only dust that is even smaller and difficult to capture with the naked eye.

"In addition to being a druid, you're also a shaman?"

"Haha, nature is more than what you see..."

Malfurion formed his hands into claws, and condensed the raging wind in his claws and said, "Nature, encompassing everything in nature."

It was such a calm voice again, but Sylvanas and other Forsaken felt a strong threat.

Could it be that loyalty to death is not as good as loyalty to nature as that of the Archdruid? !

"So you hid it so deeply."

Her Sylvanas's scarlet eyes flickered, just as they had been when she was angered by Maiev.

She was very uneasy, at least not as calm as she seemed to be on the surface.

"If you retreat now, I can spare your lives."

Malfurion did not laugh at Sylvanas's clenching of her sword, but simply repeated his offer of mercy.

However, all the Forsaken present, even the weakest or those with weak character, knew it.

Malfurion Stormrage said he would let him go, but the force of the violent wind in his hands did not decrease.

Just like Sylvanas Windrunner opposite him, strong winds strong enough to tear them apart gathered in his hands.

"Hypocritical druid, do you think our tribe will retreat?"

"Whether you will retreat or not, I don't know, but you will die at my hands!"

“Nature is with me.”

With a flick of the two gusts of wind in his hands, Malfurion turned into an eagle soaring in the sky.

"kill him!"

Sylvanas swung the scarlet sword, screamed, transformed into a banshee, and floated in the air.

"I will let you meet the death you pledge allegiance to, banshee!"

……

"Ouch." (Painful sound)

"Goodbye, Sylvanas Windrunner!"

A Starfire spell knocked down the Banshee Queen, and Malfurion showed no mercy and flashed in front of her.

He did destroy the Forsaken that besieged him, but he forgot.

His people and allies were in retreat, but the Horde... Sylvanas was never alone.

There were hurried but orderly footsteps approaching him, and his clawed right hand was almost in front of Sylvanas.