I traveled through time and space and became the Archbishop of Stormwind!

With a flash of sword light, the Death Knight's two broken arms flew into the sky.

Alleria, who had already drawn her sword, saw the Death Knight break free and attack Turalyon, and immediately rushed forward with her sword.

The elf arrived first after starting later, and with one clean and sharp sword move, he cut off both arms of the Death Knight.

Turalyon was startled at first, but as a veteran, he reacted quickly and dodged the Death Knight's fatal pounce by turning sideways.

He pulled out a two-handed sword from behind and slashed at the back of the Death Knight who was rushing towards him.

The extremely ferocious Death Knight was instantly split into two by Turalyon and fell to the ground motionless.

Alleria lunged forward, kicked the Death Knight's upper body away, and stabbed his neck with her sword, killing the already dead body again.

"Great combo,"

Khadgar clapped his hands as he spoke, and the mage watched the two men with interest. They worked together in perfect harmony and were very close.

"I've asked everything I wanted to know. Killing them would save us food. Well, I just don't know if these resurrected dead people actually need to eat. By the way, how do they replenish their energy?"

"You'll have plenty of time to investigate once the war is over, Khadgar."

Turalyon put his two-handed sword back on his back and wiped the blood that splattered on his body.

"Now let's get back to the issue at hand."

"The Horde's siege weapons..."

Alleria gracefully sheathed her sword with a sword flower.

"I can take my men and destroy that thing. I can sneak in quietly, destroy the trebuchet, and then come back."

"no,"

Turalyon shook his head.

As the supreme commander of the Alliance army, Turalyon has absolute dominance in military affairs, but there are always one or two who are dissatisfied, and Alleria is one of them.

"I don't think I need to prove to you the abilities of me and my men. You should leave this mission to me."

"I don't doubt the Farstrider Rangers' combat capabilities, I just don't want you to make unnecessary sacrifices."

Turalyon said sternly, "It's clear the Horde has a strong presence there. Your men will die in vain if they go there."

"Call Kurdran and have his griffon riders conduct reconnaissance immediately. I need the most detailed intelligence there. Also, Khadgar, have you and the mages reinforce Nethergarde's magical barrier. The enemy could attack at any time."

"Now we can only rely on ourselves, my friends. We didn't lose last time, and we won't lose this time either."

Alleria snorted, seemingly unwilling to respond to Turalyon's words, and turned to go out to look for Kurdlan.

"I think you two should have a good chat,"

Khadgar said, looking at Alleria's back.

“If you don’t say something, you may never be able to say it again.”

"Um......"

Turalyon pushed back his flowing blond hair with his hands and sighed.

"Alleria...her brother died at the hands of the Horde in the last war. I've been keeping an eye on her. She now considers destroying the orcs more important than winning, even more important than her own life."

"This will hurt her. I've always wanted to talk to her, but... there's never a good opportunity..."

"There are no good opportunities...Do you need the moon? Or do you need wine? Or do you need music?"

Khadgar smiled and said, "That's not a reason."

"Well, I'm going to convey your orders, Commander."

The mage took off his hat with an exaggerated gesture and left without waiting for Turalyon to explain.

Swamp of Sorrows.

The noisy footsteps were very obvious in the night. The young king Varian Wrynn and the garrison commander General Marcus Jonathan were leading the temporary army newly recruited from Stormwind to Watchtower.

Varian was very excited, as this was the first time he personally commanded a battle.

During the last war, young Varian had followed Sir Anduin Lothar north to Lordaeron. Along the way, he witnessed with his own eyes how the soldiers who had lost their homeland and honor regrouped around Sir Lothar and mustered up the courage to fight again.

From then on, Sir Lothar became the idol of the young Varian.

His status may be even higher than that of his father.

During the last defense of Stormwind, I was on the city wall the whole time and just helped carry some stones. It was not very satisfying.

If I can kill a few people with my own hands this time, then all my hard work in training martial arts will be worthwhile.

He was still wearing the armor that originally belonged to his father, which was too big for him, but he insisted on fighting in his father's style.

Marcus followed Varian closely. He knew that Varian was the only heir of the Stormwind royal family. Protecting the king's safety was more important than anything else. He had strongly suggested that Varian stay in Stormwind.

But the young king's words dissuaded him from the idea - "If Nethergarde and the sons of Lothar are gone, what hope is there for this world?"

However, his sensitivity as a professional soldier still came in handy at the critical moment.

"It's so quiet here, it's a little unusual!"

Marcus stopped the advancing troops and asked everyone to rest and replenish their strength.

Varian was a little unhappy.

"Why should we stop to rest? Nethergarde is anxiously waiting for us!"

The young King gave his advice to his generals.

"I understand, Your Majesty, but it's so quiet!"

Marcus explained to his king as he arranged the guards and patrol sentries.

He knew that his king was full of energy and bravery, and if it came to martial arts alone, he might not be able to beat the young king.

"Look, this is a swamp. There should be lots of insects and animals here, but listen! There's not a single animal sound! Not even a bird or insect chirping!"

"You mean... someone is watching us secretly?"

"That's right. The terrain here is complex, with dense trees and much of the ground beneath us covered in mud. This is extremely unfavorable for our troops to deploy. These trees are simply born for ambushes. This place is too strange, and we must be extremely vigilant."

"No way? Aren't the orcs besieging Nethergarde? How could anyone come here to stop us?"

"Orcs are very cunning and they are good at field battles. This kind of place is simply a natural ambush point for them..."

"Ouch! Ouch!"

As the two were talking, Marcus's worries became a reality.

In the darkness, countless orcs rushed out from the woods, roaring and attacking them...

Kilrogg Deadeye has been waiting here for a long time.

The number of orcs from the Bleeding Hollow Clan he led was not large, because in the last war, they had always faithfully carried out the orders of Warchief Orgrim, defended Dun Morogh, withstood the pressure from the dwarves of Ironforge, and left a way for the tribe to retreat.

Kilrogg also carried out his mission thoroughly. They suffered heavy casualties, and most of the clan members returned to the embrace of their ancestors at that time.

Later, when Kilrogg returned to Draenor with his few remaining people, he was received by Ner'zhul. Seeing that the once powerful Bleeding Hollow Clan was now on the verge of extinction, Ner'zhul was very upset.

So he specially arranged the Blood Hollow Clan as his close bodyguards to highlight the glory of the Blood Hollow Clan, which even aroused the jealousy of Ner'zhul's own Shadowmoon Clan.

By the way, the old orc Kilrogg had been lying in ambush nearby on the orders of Ner'zhul for a while when he saw a large group of Alliance troops passing by. They were the new Stormwind army led by Varian.

He originally wanted to wait until the main force of the alliance was halfway there before attacking, but he discovered that they had actually stopped to rest.

Kilrogg decisively chose to attack, hoping to win a great victory.

However, after the chaos on the ground, the alliance quickly organized a defensive force and even began to counterattack!

The battle for the Swamp of Sorrows began first.