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Ashenvale, Astrana.

Malfurion stood atop a high tree canopy, gazing up at the starry sky, communicating with Cenarius using druidic arcane magic.

“Malfurion, my disciple, the forest tells me that they have succeeded; they have destroyed Mannoroth’s body on Azeroth.”

"Is this true, teacher? Those mortals defeated the Destroyers? How did they do it?"

Malfurion's face lit up with joy; this was the first good news he had heard since waking up.

"After holding Mannoroth back, the orc among them, Grom Hellscream, tore open the wound that Agamaggan had opened on the Destroyer ten thousand years ago, delivering the fatal blow. However, he never got to stand up again."

Cenarius's voice showed a slight emotional fluctuation.

"As expected of the Broxigar race... Teacher, now that the destroyers who were wreaking havoc in Ashenvale have been driven out, can the druid forces temporarily shift their focus out of Ashenvale? Although Tyrande has gone to release Illidan as a supplement to the fighting force, Illidan... my intuition tells me that he is not so reliable... or rather, he will not fight as we imagine."

"Let Tyrande and Illidan handle the Felwood situation for now. The fall of the Destroyer was just the beginning. Archimonde could set foot on this land at any time. The defenses in Ashenvale cannot be weakened until Archimonde's movements are confirmed. Those mortals have proven with Mannoroth's life that they are indeed capable of joining the ranks of those who protect this land. We can no longer treat them as ordinary outsiders. If necessary, the druid forces can fight alongside them to fill the manpower gap left by the departure of the Sentinel Forces."

"Yes, teacher."

Malfurion transformed into a large raven and flew into the sky, while Cenarius on the hillside turned his head and looked at Medivh, who was leaning on the Guardian's Staff.

"I have already instructed my disciples to begin handling the military alliance matters, and I believe there will be results soon... In addition..."

Cenarius paused for a moment.

“I still cannot fully trust you, Medivh. Now, please leave my sanctuary.”

"That's enough, demigod. Neither humans, orcs, nor elves can defeat Archimonde in a one-on-one fight, but if the three of them join forces, there is a glimmer of hope."

Medivh bowed slightly, tapped his staff, and transformed into a raven before departing.

————————————Orc and Human Alliance Camp——————————————————

Jaina sat on the grass, hugging her knees, staring blankly at the full moon in the sky.

"You're thinking about Arthas again, Jaina?"

Tanis walked out of the camp and plopped down next to Jaina.

"Would things have been different if I had stayed back then?"

Gianna spoke softly.

"Stay... do you mean you chose to leave after Arthas made his decision? To be honest, it was Uther who should have stayed. If you had stayed and stood with Arthas, the outcome might have been worse."

"Why? Because I am the princess of Kul Tiras, and the disciple of Archmage Antonidas?"

"Aren't these two identities enough, Jaina? If Arthas brings an end to the Scourge and Plague after the massacre, your presence there will inevitably become an extremely serious diplomatic incident—the already deceased King Menethil will certainly not mind making you the culprit in public opinion for the sake of his son's future."

Tanis sighed as she looked at Jaina, whose face had darkened.

“Jaina, I’ve said it before, Arthas’s personality is suited to be a general charging into battle, but he’s not suited to be a king. A qualified king must be composed of light and shadow. Arthas was the sun before Stratholme, the sun… If his master had been someone else instead of Uther, perhaps the outcome would have been very different.”

Just as Jaina was speechless because of Tanis's words, a black raven landed in front of the two of them and transformed in the blink of an eye into a night elf dressed in rough clothes.

"May nature guide your path, ladies."

The night elf gave a graceful bow, and Tanya and Jaina returned the bow in kind.

After the ceremony, Jaina asked the druid why he had come, and the answer surprised her slightly.

"The Archdruid wishes to reach an alliance with you that will remain in effect until the Burning Legion is defeated."

——————————————In the camp————————————————————

"A tripartite alliance between humans, orcs, and night elves?"

Having emerged from the grief of Grom's sacrifice, Thrall looked at the night elf before him, his fingers rhythmically tapping the table.

“That’s right. The Burning Legion’s invasion means that none of us can stay out of it. Joining forces to fight the enemy is the best course of action—these are the words of the Archdruid.”

“I understand, but we can’t accomplish much with the few men we have. If the Archdruid wants us to fight the Burning Legion as much as possible, I must send my main force into Ashenvale.”

"That's not a problem. Ashenvale's gates have been open to all of you during the war, and some logging and mining work that doesn't exceed our tolerance is permitted—I'm talking about you, Miss Tanis. It's best if your special logging tools are present in Ashenvale in 'appropriate amounts,' and also, don't even think about smuggling Ashenvale's timber out."

“…”

Tennys, who was trying to make some money by taking advantage of the situation, suddenly turned pale.

"Please convey to the Archdruid that we agree to his conditions. In addition, we wish to have a detailed intelligence exchange with the Night Elves in order to gain a clearer understanding of the strength of the enemy we are facing."

"That's no problem."

After the druid answered, it transformed into a raven, turned around, and flew out of the camp. Tanis watched its departing figure, stomped her foot in frustration, and then looked at Thrall and Jaina with a smile on her face.

"Speak, Miss Tannis, what are you trying to sell this time?"

Sal, who could tell at a glance that Tannis was about to 'incite' him to buy something again, spoke up helplessly. However, he did hope that Tannis could come up with something that would make the battle easier—after all, Tannis's quantum bomb had left a deep impression on him not long ago.

"Something that can reduce the losses of your people, some of the latest weaponry developed by the Tinkerers' Guild."

Seeing that Thrall was on the right track, Tannis's smile became even brighter.

56. The Battle of Hyjal - Legion Vanguard

——————————————Grey Valley, border with Mount Hyjal————————————————

"Boom, boom..."

Amidst the roar of machinery and the whirring of gears, giant logging robots from Ratchet City wielded massive echoing saws, felling one towering tree after another. The transport machinery following behind loaded the felled logs into cargo holds and transported them back to the base for further processing.

"If it weren't for Lord Cenarius's approval, you wouldn't even be able to set foot in Ashenvale with any of these things."

On a hillside not far away, the druid Farion Oakwalker, who was in charge of liaising with the alien alliance, looked at Tannis sitting beside him, remotely controlling those giant robots, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.

"I believe these trees would rather contribute their own bodies to the victory over the legion than be burned to ashes by the demon's flames..."

As Tannis spoke, she controlled the logging machine to cut down another large tree, the sound of the falling tree making Farion's eyelids twitch.

"Remember this: although we allow you to cut down trees here to build defenses, there are some trees that you absolutely must not cut down. Remember that!"

Farion gave Tennys a firm reminder.

"Ah, I know, I know, I'll definitely follow the rules... By the way, I heard that the Archdruid's brother, Illidan the Demon Hunter, messed up?"

"That's right. Illidan absorbed power he shouldn't have, so the Archdruid declared he was no longer his brother and banished him from the Night Elves."

When Illidan was mentioned, Farion's tone revealed obvious disgust.

"Even the contribution of eliminating Tichondrius cannot offset his mistakes?"

“Using forbidden power, no matter how great the contribution, cannot erase the mistake.”

"Okay, so, after Tichondrius was destroyed, where did its Scourge army go?"

"We are looking for their tracks."

Farion's answer made Tennys stop what she was doing.

"They're not in Felwood anymore? Someone else has taken them over?"

"It seems so. We've questioned the plants and animals of Felwood, but the fel energy lingers throughout the forest, and their consciousness remains in disarray. Therefore, we have absolutely no way of figuring out how or how those undead left."

That's really...

Suddenly, an indescribable feeling welled up in Tannis's heart, causing her to involuntarily raise her head and look at the distant sky. Farion, sensing this as well, also looked in that direction.

She saw it, saw the sky that looked like a fiery hell, saw the ominous green glow of evil energy shining through the clouds. Although it was all far away, the feeling of burning everything had already flooded into her soul, making it impossible for her to breathe.

"The Burning Legion..."

————————————Human and Orc Alliance————————————————

"Hurry! Hurry! We don't have much time left!"

In the allied forces, orc messengers rode back and forth on war wolves, shouting loudly, while human knights on horseback weaved through the ranks, directing human soldiers to carry out various tasks.

Tanis lay sprawled on her motorcycle, her brow furrowed, as fragments of her memories began to flicker wildly amidst the Burning Legion's flames that engulfed the sky.

"Tannis, are you alright?"

Jaina, riding her warhorse beside Tanyas, looked at her with concern.

"I'm alright... Jaina... Have your people learned how to use those things? Although the people you assigned all have artillery backgrounds, those cannons are different from the ones you used before. It would be terrible if they didn't learn how to use them before the Legion attacks!"

Tanis tried her best to sort out the jumbled memories in her mind, and looked back. On several hillsides, some cannons that looked far more sophisticated than dwarven cannons stood quietly in the makeshift bunkers, their huge calibers making no attempt to conceal their powerful strength.

"Don't worry, they can control those things without any problems. According to the night elves, the main force of the Burning Legion won't arrive here for a while, so we still have some time to prepare..."

Before Jaina could finish speaking, a deep, dark wound was ripped open above the heads of the human-orc alliance. Pale green fel flames spewed from the crack, quickly spreading across the entire sky. In an instant, the sun appeared as a terrifying celestial body burning with green flames.

"The Burning Legion! The Burning Legion is coming! On your positions! On your positions!!"

However, no one needed to remind them. The humans, orcs, goblins who had come to reinforce them, and a small group of gnomes, whose nerves were already stretched to the limit due to preparations for battle, all dropped what they were doing and ran to their battle positions when they saw the rift. Elemental power began to surge on totems, small magic circles began to flash, and cannons began to raise their muzzles, aiming at the sky that had been engulfed by green flames.

"Waaaaah————————"

The sound of air being torn apart by high-speed objects rang out continuously. Meteor showers, trailing pale green tails, fell from the clouds and crashed into the Allied Forces' positions. Fel flames shot into the sky, and a huge rock giant slowly stood up in the scorching wind, letting out a deafening roar.

"Hellfire! Hellfire!!! Melee units, get away from those things! Artillery! Artillery! Intercept those in the sky that haven't landed yet! Don't let them form so easily!!!"

Having already exchanged intelligence with Malfurion and learned the characteristics of some of the Burning Legion's main forces, Thrall shouted loudly and began to pray for the help of the water elementals. At Thrall's request, the totems throughout the camp began to surge with the power of water, and Jaina also plunged her staff heavily into the earth, and the aura of ice gathered in the various magic circles.

"go!!!"

The power of the flowing water swept over the entire body of a fallen hellfire. Its demonic fire was suppressed by the water element and turned into tiny sparks. Then, several fearless warriors tore it to pieces!

"drink!!!"

Extreme frost erupted on another hellfire, and the clash between ice and fire caused cracks in its foundation. Before the hellfire could even turn around to find out who had hurt it, the allied soldiers destroyed it despite the scorching heat.

"boom!!!"

The cannonball shot out at extremely high speed, heading straight for the falling Hellfire. Due to the relative speed, the Hellfire, which had not yet fully unfolded, exploded into a cloud of high-temperature fragments in the air, which then fell to the ground.

The sound of these three different voices signifies the official start of the war between the newly born mortals of Azeroth and the Burning Legion!

Chapter 57: The Battle of Hyjal - The Fel Mothership Attacks

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"