Make Azeroth breathtaking

When she flipped through a particular photo, she stopped what she was doing.

"Heh... This human actually dares to step into the Land of Ghosts?"

"Humans?"

Lor'themar paused for a moment, took the photograph from Sylvanas's hand and looked at it. Yes, although it was blurry, it did indeed show a human with dark blue hair, and he seemed to be injured. Beside him, a gorgeous blonde elven woman was taking care of him, and a paladin wearing heavy plate armor was keeping watch.

"Lady Sylvanas, do you know one of them?"

“When I was tracking Darkan, I saw him confronting Darkan at the girl’s doorstep. Then Darkan used magic to bind him to the spot, and I thought he was dead.”

"He was shot directly by that traitor and is still alive?"

Haduron frowned. He knew very well Darkan's magical prowess; there was no reason why an ordinary human could withstand Darkan's magic.

"In other words, he's either a master magician, or he's not human at all..."

Romans took the photo and examined it for a few seconds, but couldn't figure it out; after all, the photo was too blurry.

"Who he is is none of our business, Romans. These photos show just how weak Dessom's defenses are—a single raid would be enough for us to take that traitor's head!"

Sylvanas spoke in a cold voice.

“Very well, as you say, Lady Sylvanas….”

Before Romans could answer, Lorthema readily agreed to the Banshee Queen's request.

“Very good. I’m going back to Taquilin to reorganize my troops. I hope you can act quickly.”

Having received Lor'themar's reply, Sylvanas stepped out of the tent and fired a whistling arrow into the sky. A giant bat flew out of the forest, landed at her feet, and carried her away. Watching Sylvanas's departing figure, Halduron hesitated for a few seconds before slowly speaking.

"Excuse me for speaking frankly, Lor'themar, Lady Sylvanas's actions... give me a very dangerous feeling."

“She owes us nothing anymore, Haduron; on the contrary, we owe her.”

Lor'themar sighed helplessly and turned to look at the people present.

"Hadurun, go and assemble the ranger units that are still capable of fighting. Miss Jaina, please take a count of the number of soldiers under your command who are still able to fight. Archmage Romans, command of the mage units is back in your hands. Miss Tanis, I'll leave the reconnaissance and siege equipment to your people. Also... Garrison Commander Haruni, I'm sorry, the signing of the ambassadorial-level diplomatic agreement between the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas and Shattrath City will have to be slightly postponed."

The Draenei paladin, who had been silent throughout the meeting, nodded slightly, picked up his crystal warhammer surging with powerful holy light, and then looked at Lor'themar and spoke.

"May I join your operation? Consider it repayment for helping us retake Shattrath City."

———————————————Land of Ghosts————————————————————

Kalecgos sat under a tree, breathing slightly heavily. Beside him, his fiancée, Tyrion, took good care of him. The evil of Darkan's magic had exceeded the expectations of the two blue dragons. If it weren't for the help of the human paladin, Jord Max, Kalecgos probably wouldn't have been able to get up.

"Talegra...has Darkan made any unusual moves?"

Kalecgos, who was struggling to suppress the evil magical energy of Darkan that was surging wildly within his blood, looked at his fiancée.

"No! That guy ran into that town and never came out again. Besides, there weren't any unusual magical fluctuations in that town."

Something's not right...

Kalecgos murmured to himself.

"Something's not right. This situation is clearly the work of that evil elven mage, preparing for an evil ritual in that town, isn't it?"

Max asked in confusion, as a paladin, he couldn't keep up with the two blue dragons' thought process at all.

"This kind of ceremony... can't just be done in any random small town. Darkan definitely has other plans! Damn it!"

Kalecgos tried to stand up by leaning against a tree, but his legs gave way and he sat back down.

"Don't push yourself, Kare! You need to rest for a while!"

"Now is not the time to rest... I must find out where Darkan is..."

Kalecgos took a few deep breaths, forced himself to stand up, and looked at the still desolate town in the distance.

“...Anvina..…”

13. Attack! Attack! Attack!

"yawn......"

Although the Ghostlands had almost no day-night cycle, Max woke up precisely at 6:30 in the morning with the strict self-discipline of a veteran and a paladin. The next moment, the colorful flags that came into view in the distance successfully drove away all his remaining sleepiness.

"Kalecgos, is this an illusion?"

Max was a little stunned as he looked at the camp that had sprung up overnight. He clearly remembered that when he went to sleep last night, the land was still a blank space!

"This is not an illusion, Max, the troops you see are real."

Still somewhat weak, Kalecgos supported his fiancée and stood beside Max, speaking softly.

"The Kingdom of Quel'Thalas has made its move?"

"Well, although I don't know how they got the information, they are undoubtedly heading towards Darkan."

Knowing some of the inside story of the Sunwell's destruction, Kalecgos plopped down on the grass.

"For now, let's just wait and see."

——————————————Inside the camp——————————————————

In the camp, where barbed wire had been erected, chevaux-de-frise had been set up, and trenches had been dug, the engineering troops from Ratchet were busily assembling portable sentry towers, mobile barracks, and other mass-produced buildings. Cannons had been installed on several large walls, and reconnaissance drones hovered around the perimeter of the camp. Even more impressively, a small mage tower had been erected in the very center of the camp!

"I have to admit that the efficiency of the engineering corps in Ratchet is even more terrifying than I imagined."

Looking at the camp that was almost half completed in just one night, Lor'themar offered his sincere praise.

"We have to thank Garrison Commander Haruni for providing the coordinate crystal. Without that, it would have been completely impossible to move all of this from Eversong Forest to this portal in a single day. Without the portal, my engineering corps would not have been able to move so much stuff from the camp in Eversong Forest to here."

“Indeed, the crystal provided by Mr. Haruni is truly wondrous….”

Looking at the portal behind him, which glowed faintly white under the light of a pale blue crystal, Lor'themar sighed and turned to look at Haruni, who was inspecting the warhammer.

"Commander Haruni, this kind of crystal must be a very rare strategic resource in your area?"

To Losema's surprise, Haruni gently shook his head.

"No, it's common in our Draenei towns, but the civilian-grade crystals are too large, and they don't stabilize the portal as well as the military-grade ones I'm carrying."

"This kind of device, which can quickly anchor teleportation coordinates and turn temporary small teleportation portals into semi-stable large teleportation portals, has actually entered the civilian sector in your country?"

Upon hearing Haruni's answer, Romans and Jaina, who clearly understood how terrifying the cost of maintaining such a portal was, were speechless, while Tannis, as if remembering something, twitched her lips.

"Yes, actually I brought this thing here to try and see if I could use it to stabilize a portal connecting your Eversong Forest and our Shattrath City... Unfortunately, I didn't succeed."

Seeing Haruni's matter-of-fact expression, Romans was too exhausted to speak—it seemed that for the Draenei, stable portals were simply a common occurrence.

"After we recapture Silvermoon City, we can experiment there—that place is a magical node in Eversong Forest, which can theoretically support the operation of a high-intensity interdimensional portal."

"can."

Haruni nodded at Lor'themar's suggestion, picked up his warhammer again, and looked at Jaina.

"Ms. Jaina, are you fully dressed in your military uniform?"

"I think it's about time."

After estimating the time, Jaina's tone was not very certain. After all, although they had practiced on Theramore Island before, this was the first time her troops had used such weapons on a real battlefield.

——————————On the hill————————————————————

"They're out! They're out!"

On a small hill in the distance, Tyrion Lannister, who had been closely watching the situation at the camp gate, suddenly jumped up.

"They've started deploying troops?"

Understanding Tyrion's meaning, Kalecgos rolled up from the ground, cast a spell on himself, and looked towards the camp. Then, he paused for a moment.

"What type of soldier is this?"

"What did you see, Kare?"

Seeing the strange expressions on Kalecgos and Teregosa's faces, Max, who had previously served in the Silver Hand, was intrigued. In his view, both Kalecgos and Teregosa should be well-informed blue dragons and should not be surprised by human or blood elf units.

"I...can't explain it clearly either, you should see for yourself."

Kalecgos waved his hand, and Max was also blessed with Eagle Eye and Sharp Ear. Then, the next second after seeing the army bearing the Kul Tiran battle flag walking out of the gate, he also uttered a surprised question.

"What type of soldier is this?"

——————————————Kul Tiras Army Formation——————————————————

"Boom—Boom—Boom—"

The heavy footsteps of the Kul Tiran heavy infantrymen were heavy despite the soft soil beneath their feet.

Bathed in the holy light of the garrison commander leading the group, their armor—completely unlike that of ordinary human heavy soldiers—radiated a dark blue aura, like black holes frantically absorbing the surrounding light. The visors on their intricate helmets, seamlessly integrated with their armor, gleamed a dangerous red under the light of the unknown source. Two tubes, their purpose unclear, extended from what appeared to be breathing filters at their mouths, connecting deeply to the back of their armor. Their wrists, knees, and other vital joints were meticulously wrapped in a thick, blood-stained leather-like material, and sharp, blackened spikes pointed skyward from their shoulder armor.

If the appearance of these armors only gave Max a sense of cruel beauty, then the equipment they were equipped with was something Max couldn't understand at all. He could clearly see that each soldier carried a two-handed greatsword with sharp serrated edges, each soldier had a square shield fixed to their left wrist, and each soldier carried a gun in their right hand that looked like a dwarven musket but with a significantly larger caliber!

'Even the best warriors couldn't move so freely while wearing so many weapons and armor! Even with the help of holy light, it would be difficult! How did these guys manage that?'

Just as Max was pondering this question, the warband had already approached the half-collapsed walls of Desom. From behind the walls, countless skeletons, zombies, ghouls—and even terrifying abominations—surged out like a black tide, rushing towards the force of only about a hundred men under the cover of a rain of black bone arrows and a few spells.

"Raise your shields!"

"Ho! Ho! Ho!"

With shouts, all the soldiers simultaneously lowered the shields on their left wrists. To Max's astonishment, as if he had seen the Lich King, these shields unfolded and transformed into large, shimmering shields that stood firmly on the ground, protecting their front. Arrows and evil spells crashed against these obviously thick shields, but had no effect whatsoever.

"Everyone! Load Holy Light Bullets! Load them!!"

Completely ignoring the futile rain of arrows and spells that fell, the second order was subsequently issued by the commander.

"Crack!"

At the commander's order, the soldiers' guns made the sound of safety being released. Then, they raised their guns, extended the muzzles through the firing ports specially left on their shields, and locked onto the undead rushing towards them.

"Five, four, three, two, one... Fire!!"

"boom!!!!"

The massive sound of the guns firing almost simultaneously from the entire formation created sonic waves that swept in all directions, causing Max, who was enhanced with Sharp Hearing, to experience a ringing in his ears and nearly faint. When Max recovered, he immediately looked towards Desom, and the scene that met his eyes made him gasp.

Scattered and broken—that's the only word to describe the undead that charged out. With just one volley, the undead army that rushed out of Desolum was decimated, with more than half of them lost. The rest were missing limbs and were no longer a threat! The few abominations that posed a significant threat were given special attention and were so badly damaged that even their remains were indistinguishable!

"Fire!!"