The latter regarded him as an infatuated pursuer, and even the imprisonment for ten thousand years did not make this strong feeling diminish.
Based on this point alone, Tyrande would never be able to feel any disgust or hatred towards Illidan.
After all, just as men will never complain about having too many beautiful women pursuing them, women will never reject a backup man who is handsome, infatuated, and good enough.
So after waking up her husband, the first thing she thought of was to release Illidan and ask him to help her resist the invasion of the Burning Legion.
In contrast, Malfurion's feelings towards his biological brother are very complicated.
On the one hand, after seizing the supreme leadership of the night elf race, he repeatedly used his identity and status to protect Illidan.
Putting aside other things, just the fact that he secretly created a second Well of Eternity would have been 100% certain that anyone else would have been executed in the political environment at the time.
But what about Illidan? He was merely imprisoned.
You have to know that the night elves are immortal, so time is meaningless to them.
As long as you are alive, the future has infinite possibilities.
In addition, this guy's act of pretending to defect to the Burning Legion was not held accountable afterwards.
Their fate is completely different from that of other upper-class elves who collaborated with the devil.
Therefore, things like the privileges of the ruling class will never disappear.
Things like everyone is equal before the law are a complete joke.
There never was, there isn't now, and there won't be in the future.
What's more, the rather primitive parliamentary system of the night elves cannot have strict laws and a state machine to enforce them.
On the other hand, Malfurion was also very concerned about the fact that his younger brother had pursued Tyrande.
It can even be said that this is the most irreconcilable contradiction between the two brothers, bar none.
Compared to this, the unauthorized creation of a second Well of Eternity and the secret study of forbidden arcane and fel magic are simply not worth mentioning.
This can be seen from the fact that Malfurion was furious when he learned of Tyrande's death, but immediately changed his expression when he learned that the latter was still alive.
So whether it was imprisonment or exile, his goal was always only one, which was to keep Illidan away from his wife as much as possible.
Otherwise, God knows if Tyrande has been immersed in the Emerald Dream for a long time, she might get together with him because of loneliness or love.
After all, the social atmosphere of the night elves in terms of gender is quite open.
As for how to deal with Illidan, his "rebellious" brother, Malfurion never thought of killing him. He kept suppressing him from beginning to end, preventing him from becoming the leader of the night elves.
In addition, both Vanir Staghelm and Maiev Shadowsong are participants in the high-level power game.
Among them, Maiev Shadowsong almost replaced Tyrande as the leader of night elf women during the War of the Ancients, while Faldar Staghelm had been publicly criticizing and opposing Tyrande's desire to replace her.
Contrary to the peaceful and calm impression many people have, the night elves as a race have never been easy to deal with.
The internal power struggle has never stopped for a moment.
The only difference is that one of the couple controls the most powerful spellcaster group in the tribe - the druids, while the other controls the priests and sentinel troops.
It is clear that outsiders are powerless to challenge this nearly invincible political combination.
In addition, the invasion of the Burning Legion reminded all the night elves of the terrible catastrophe ten thousand years ago. Naturally, they inevitably united under these two leaders in an unprecedented way to prepare for the upcoming decisive battle.
Anyone who dares to cause trouble at this time will probably be immediately labeled as a devil or spy.
So right now, Mount Hyjal seems to be a scene of unity, and no one dares to jump out and sing a different tune at this time.
As ancient trees thousands of years old were placed on the road leading to Mount Hyjal, military fortresses and castles sprang up one after another.
Especially those giants whose bodies are made of hard stone, each of them is comparable to the powerful Doomguard and is one of the most powerful and reliable allies of the night elves.
In addition, those chimeras that can spit out magical attacks and corrosive acids can also play a role in reducing the number of demon armies at critical moments.
With the experience of the War of the Ancients, Malfurion and Tyrande both knew how to deal with the attack of the Burning Legion.
Therefore, under their arrangement, even if Archimonde led the team himself, it would probably take some effort to reach the World Tree.
However, what the two did not know was that while they were busy setting up defenses, Illidan had already found the source of the pollution - the Skull of Gul'dan - deep in the Felwood Forest.
This is an extremely ugly and eerie looking orc skull, which continuously releases green evil light from its eye sockets.
A group of Satyrs who have defected to the Burning Legion are guarding the skulls placed on the altar.
Illidan, who was always ruthless and taciturn, didn't say a word. He just rushed forward, swung his sword, and tore the bodies of these fragile demon creatures apart, burning them to death with fel flames.
For the most powerful demon hunters, numbers no longer mean anything.
Once he starts sacrificing his own magic power, the terrifying high-temperature flames will envelop his entire body, and anyone who gets a little closer will feel the pain of their soul being burned.
So Illidan killed all the guards around the altar without any effort, even the two powerful Doomguards were no exception.
But just as he was about to reach out and touch the skull that exuded amazing power, he suddenly felt a powerful energy appear out of nowhere.
When he turned around, he saw that it was a human who looked very similar to Arthas.
Only this time it was not a dead person but a living person.
"Who are you?"
The demon hunter stopped his night elf warrior from attacking rashly. I Because under his special vision, he could clearly see the shadow and death power contained in the opponent's body, as well as some twisted life force that he had never seen before, as well as the completely opposite energy attributes such as arcane, holy light, and fel energy.
This is obviously unusual.
If an average person stored so much conflicting energy in the body, they would probably have exploded from the inside out long ago.
However, this sudden guy in front of him not only did not explode, but instead allowed the energy of different attributes to form a perfect cycle in his body, constantly transforming and circulating to the adjacent attributes.
"Hello, Illidan Stormrage. Although this is the first time we meet, I have heard of you a lot."
Zuo Si greeted with a smile.
Although according to the original plan, I didn't intend to show up at this time.
But after observing the Skull of Gul'dan he suddenly changed his mind.
Because after reading the Book of Medivh, Zuo Si realized that the Skull of Gul'dan was not only a part of the power, knowledge and memories left behind by a powerful warlock, but also attached to his own soul, or at least a very important part of his soul.
Combined with the spells recorded in the Book of Medivh, this skull can even tear a crack in the Titan's indestructible magical protection.
The opening and closing of the Dark Portal is the best proof of this.
And Ner'zhul also used this feature to find a new world suitable for the orcs who remained in Draenor at the end of World War II.
This means that the Skull of Gul'dan could be very useful to Zuo Si.
"Do you know me?"
The demon hunter was obviously surprised.
Because the last time he appeared in the public eye was ten thousand years ago when the Ancient War had just ended.
Later, during the period of captivity, even the internal records of the night elves downplayed his name, so that many new generations had never heard of the name Illidan Stormrage, let alone knew that Malfurion had a younger brother.
Normally, it is absolutely impossible for a new short-lived race like humans who can only live for a hundred years to know their own names.
Zuo Si undoubtedly noticed the other party's doubts, but he had no intention of explaining. Instead, he cast his gaze directly at the Skull of Gul'dan, feeling the energy emanating from it. In an instant, he confirmed that this thing must be closely related to the Dark Portal and the Burning Legion's inter-universe portal.
In other words, the fel magic obtained by Gul'dan may be the most comprehensive and complex of all warlocks, and it is likely to come directly from Kil'jaeden and Sargeras themselves.
After all, the Legion was counting on him to break the Titan's defenses and open the portal connecting Draenor and Azeroth.
This also explains why Gul'dan knew about the Tomb of Sargeras and wanted to seize the remains of the dark titan inside to free himself from his mortal identity and become as powerful as the other.
From the very beginning, this orc who was teased by fate never had any real intention of swearing allegiance to the Burning Legion.
He simply wanted to gain power and escape from the days of being humiliated, bullied and abused by other orcs.
Whether it is Archimonde or Kil'jaeden, in Gul'dan's eyes they are objects that can be surpassed.
But unfortunately, he was too eager, and was played around by Sargeras who occupied Medivh's body. Even his skull and soul after death became a prop.
Thinking of this, Zuo Si reached out his hand and gently picked up the slightly hot skull. He pursed his lips and said meaningfully, "I think the reason you came to find this orc skull is that you want to obtain the power, knowledge and memory inside, right?"
"That's right! I can feel that the power contained in this skull can greatly enhance the demonic power in my body. If you don't want to be my enemy, then give it to me now."
Illidan made no secret of his desire for the Skull of Gul'dan.
"Hehe, sorry, the Skull of Gul'dan is also very important to me, so I can't give it to you for the time being. But I can exchange it with you for some other things, what do you think?"
Zuo Si suddenly cast a magic spell that could harm the soul at the ugly orc skull in his hand.
moment!
A piercing scream was released from the skull.
In a flash, a dozen of the nearest night elf female warriors fell to the ground in pain, with dark red blood flowing from their mouths, noses and eyes.
If it weren't for their immortal bodies protecting their souls, they would all be dead by now.
Obviously, before Illidan sucked away all its energy, this thing was definitely qualified to be called a divine artifact.
Anyone holding it can cast any warlock spell at will, easily enslave powerful Burning Legion demons like the Doomguard, and even release fel energy to directly pollute a large area of virgin forest.
As for the Skull of Gul'dan that players get in the game, it should have been drained of energy and only had a tiny bit of residual power left.
The gap between the two is simply incomparable.
The most important thing is that through the Skull of Gul'dan, Zuo Si can vaguely feel the thousands of portals built by the Burning Legion in the vast physical universe, and can also utilize the energy of these portals to a certain extent.
The reason why Ner'zhul tore Draenor into the Outland of today was because he took advantage of the close connection between Gul'dan and the Burning Legion's portal.
Illidan also took advantage of this when he blew up the dreadlord's home planet, Nathreza.
In fact, this is not the power of the two spellcasters themselves, but they use the energy injected by the Burning Legion to maintain the huge portal system.
With this amazing energy, it is easy to tear a planet apart.
The principle is probably similar to the two explosions of the huge arcane energy in the Well of Eternity.
In the face of such power, the Blue Dragon King's artifact, the Focusing Rainbow, is nothing more than a weakling.
"Exchange? What can you offer me?"
Illidan stared at the Skull of Gul'dan and asked bluntly.
He has never been picky about things like strength.
After all, this is a person who can jump from a druid to a mage, and then from a mage to a demon hunter, and finally gain the power of a warlock with the help of the Skull of Gul'dan.
And when he became a mage, he also did not neglect to train his close combat skills.
As a mage, Illidan was even able to defeat powerful demons in close combat during the War of the Ancients.
Even many elite warriors could not last more than a few rounds in front of him.
"What do you think of this?"
While speaking, Zuo Si directly cast a Dalaran summoning magic.
moment!
An extremely huge corpse of the Abyss Lord appeared out of nowhere in front of the altar. It was Mannoroth who was sucked dry by Grom Hellscream not long ago.
Just when this guy's soul wanted to escape back to the twisting void to wait for rebirth, he was captured by Zuo Si who was hiding in the dark, and the source of his evil energy was sealed in his dried body.
So purely in terms of power and value, it is obviously much higher than the Skull of Gul'dan.
If Illidan could absorb and seal Mannoroth's power, he would definitely be more powerful than himself in the original timeline, and would also be able to obtain a lot of information about the Burning Legion.
"This is... Mannoroth? You actually killed him!"
As a veteran of the War of the Ancients, Illidan recognized this terrifying pit lord at a glance.
"No, I didn't kill it. A group of orcs killed it. All I did was prevent its soul from escaping back to the Twisting Nether. How about exchanging it for the Skull of Gul'dan? You should be able to accept it, right?"
Zuo Si's tone was full of sincerity.
After all, the demon hunter in front of him was one of the few people in the world that he truly admired.
Whether it is self-sacrifice to fight the enemy with evil and dark means to save his hometown, or the determination to follow his own path without caring about the outside world's evaluation, it makes people admire from the bottom of their hearts.
The most important thing is that during this time of falling into darkness, Illidan never truly forgot his original intention until he achieved his goal and imprisoned the dark titan Sargeras.
Illidan stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then nodded and agreed: "Okay, I accept your offer.
But I'm a little curious, why are you so interested in the Skull of Gul'dan?
From the perspective of energy and power alone, Mannoroth is obviously more valuable.
Moreover, as Archimonde's top general, he must know many secrets about the legion."
"The specific reasons are very complicated and it is not convenient for me to explain.
All you need to know is that I bear no ill will toward you or the night elves.
Quite the opposite.
I am an enemy of the Burning Legion, and I will lead the army and join you in resisting Archimonde's attack.
Well, now that the deal has been made, I won't disturb you from absorbing the power of the Abyss Lord.
You should know that Tyrande and Malfurion may come to visit you at any time.
I'm not sure how they'd react to seeing you draw on Mannoroth's power."
After saying that, Zuo Si left a meaningful smile and quickly left with the Skull of Gul'dan.
Hearing the name of his brother and the person he loved, Illidan's heart was obviously shaken, and his expression was full of hesitation and struggle.
Being one of the most powerful wizards in the world, he certainly couldn't be an idiot. He certainly knew the hostility, even hatred, of the night elf society towards the Burning Legion and demons.
Once a being draws upon the power of Mannoroth, his body will inevitably develop demonic features, such as horns, wings, claws, and hooves, like those of a fallen satyr.
At that time, Malfurion would definitely accuse him immediately, or even imprison him again.
Tyrande would never fall in love with a monster with a demonic appearance.
But at the same time, Illidan knew better than any other night elf how powerful the dark titan Sargeras and his Burning Legion were.
It is simply a pipe dream for the native residents of Azeroth to defeat the enemy with their current strength.
You have to know that even in the largest invasion of the Ancients, the other side only sent a tiny army, which may be less than one ten-thousandth, one hundred-thousandth, or one millionth of the total number of the Burning Legion.
So he has always believed that if he wants to defeat the Burning Legion, he must first join them, understand them, and then find their most fatal weakness.
After a brief ideological struggle, Illidan was no longer confused. He directly sent away the night elf troops that Tyrande had handed over to him. He began to absorb the power of the Lord of the Abyss alone, and extracted the soul of Mannoroth and sealed it in his body.
After the magic ritual was completed, he had transformed from a tall and strong night elf man into a burning demon over five meters tall with a pair of huge bat wings behind him.
There is no doubt that at this moment Illidan has finally transformed into a complete demon hunter.
In particular, the vast amount of knowledge and information obtained from the other party's soul allowed this Avenger who was determined to destroy the Burning Legion to obtain the information he wanted, and at the same time he also made the next plan in his mind.
But before that, he had one most important thing to do, which was to eliminate Tichondrius, the source of the corruption of Felwood.
With the help of the huge wings behind him, Illidan took off into the air and circled over the severely corrupted Felwood Forest.
Once the trace of the demon is discovered, it will immediately lower its altitude and begin hunting recklessly.
Although there was only one person, he was able to scare the demons away.
For demon hunters, every kill is equivalent to taking precious power from the demon.
As long as they kill enough, any demon hunter can gain strength, physical fitness, and magical talents comparable to those of their opponents.
It didn't take long to clear out most of the demons in the entire Felwood Forest, and finally headed straight for the largest portal in the area.
Tichondrius was ordered to assemble troops here, intending to cooperate with Archimonde to advance towards Mount Hyjal from two directions.
But he never expected that before he could complete the corruption of Felwood and make it impossible for the night elves to recruit allies here, a Grim Reaper suddenly descended from the sky, wielding his sword and killing all the elite Doom Guard squad that he had just summoned in a few seconds.
Even the Dreadlord himself might not be able to defeat these behemoths that are over eight meters tall and wield giant swords burning with fel fire.
But Illidan not only killed them all, but also continuously cast spells to kill or exile the demons that were rushing over from afar. His whole set of actions was smooth and flowing, leaving no chance for the other side to breathe.
"Stop him! Stop him now!"
Tichondrius was obviously very nervous. While calling for help from his men, he summoned two hellfires to smash towards Illidan's location.
Since the latter now looked like a complete demon, he did not recognize this demon hunter who had made a name for himself ten thousand years ago. Instead, he thought that an enemy in the legion wanted to kill him.
You must know that although the Burning Legion has a complete and strict command system and hierarchical system, it is still essentially inclined to chaos, and believes that whoever has the bigger fist is qualified to climb to a higher position.
This is why Illidan proclaimed himself the King of Outland when he went to Draenor to overthrow Magtheridon's rule. However, Kil'jaeden not only did not kill him, but instead acknowledged this established fact and promised to write off his previous betrayal as long as he could complete the task of destroying the Lich King and the Scourge.
"Dreadlord! Today is the day you die! No one can save you!"
Illidan grinned fiercely.
"Who sent you? Isn't he afraid of angering Lord Archimonde?"
Tichondrius asked sternly, trying to intimidate the assassin in front of him with the name of the Polluter.
But how could Illidan, who had already decided to kill, be afraid of Archimonde?
After all, he was a man who dared to deceive even the dark titan Sargeras, so without saying a word, he swung up two blades and launched a violent attack.
As for Tichondrius, he had no power to fight back except to defend himself, and could only retreat step by step.
In the blink of an eye, the huge wings were torn into pieces.
In fact, the Dreadlord race has never been good at frontal combat.
Usually when carrying out missions, they prefer to use infiltration, seduction and corruption to achieve their goals.
Seeing that his injuries were getting worse and worse, but his opponent was still at ease and could even cast various spells to destroy the demons and undead creatures that came to help, Tichondrius finally realized that he could not escape today, and immediately made up his mind to die together with his opponent.
Unfortunately, Illidan noticed this and quickly used Mana Burn to quickly drain the magic power in the Dreadlord's body, making it impossible for him to even cast spells.
Then he chopped off the latter's hands and feet with a fierce attack, and finally chopped off his head with one blow, killing him.
When the energy of shadow and death suddenly gushed out from Tichondrius' body, it formed a terrible explosion.
Boom!!! Coincidentally, the place where he died was right next to the portal.
As a result, the energy explosion triggered a chain reaction in the portal, eventually engulfing everything within a radius of thousands of meters.
The fel energy pouring out of the portal tore the earth apart, and green flames erupted from the cracks like a tsunami.
Along with them appeared fire elemental creatures that escaped from the elemental plane while the space was extremely unstable.
But in just a few seconds, they turned green under the infection of evil energy.
There is no doubt that just as the Old Gods can corrupt elemental creatures and turn them into their minions, the fel energy of the Burning Legion can also turn elemental creatures into cannon fodder under their control.
And in the short few minutes when the portal was torn apart, hundreds of hellfires poured out from the other side, completely turning the surroundings into a black scorched earth.
There is no doubt that their appearance means the end of the entire Felwood Forest.
Even Illidan himself couldn't stop so many rampaging Hellfires at the same time.
Not to mention the large number of other types of demons and satyrs transformed from night elves that were summoned.
Just when he was about to use his demonic power to slightly reduce the evil energy that was eroding the land, Malfurion and Tyrande finally caught up with their army.
When the couple saw Illidan's current hideous and terrifying appearance, they were stunned for a moment, as if they could not believe what they saw with their own eyes.
Malfurion shouted directly, "Filthy demon! What have you done to my brother?"
"It's me, brother. This is what I have transformed into. I'm not a demon."
Illidan revealed his identity in a slightly heavy tone.
Because he had noticed that Tyrande's face next to him had become extremely shocked and ugly.
"No! Illidan! How could you…"
Before the chief priestess could finish her words, Illidan quickly replied: "The source of the pollution of this land has been killed by me.
The forest will slowly recover over time, just as the ravaged land did ten thousand years ago.
I fulfilled my promise and helped our race eliminate a dangerous enemy.
You shouldn't treat me like this, I didn't do anything wrong."
“What’s the price then?
Your soul? No! This is not what I want! You are not my brother! I order you to leave this place and never set foot on our territory again."
Malfurion's tone was angry and sad.
As a druid, the guardian of nature, he could not accept the fact that his brother had essentially become a demon.
You know, although Illidan was using demonic power before, he still looked like a night elf.
But what about now?
The soul is completely bound to the twisting void just like a demon.
This means that after Illidan's death, he will return to the Twisting Nether to be resurrected, instead of going to where he should go like other normal people.
Perhaps for decades or hundreds of years, he can still stick to his original intention and continue to fight against the Burning Legion.
But what if it takes thousands or tens of thousands of years? Will Illidan become no different from those demons? Even the once noble Sargeras fell before the terrifying dark power, so how long can Illidan hold on?
At least in Malfurion's eyes, his brother's complete depravity was a foregone conclusion.
Illidan had obviously anticipated his brother's fierce reaction and said in a very calm tone: "So be it, my brother."
As the last word came out of his mouth, he walked towards the depths of the burning forest without looking back.
Needless to say, the conversation between the two just now completely broke the heart of the demon hunter.
Just like that, with the distress of not being understood, Illidan finally left the night elf race and embarked on his own legendary journey.
When he walked away for a distance and was thinking about how to implement the next plan, a group of red figures suddenly came out from all directions and surrounded him.
The leader was none other than Grom Hellscream, who had been waiting here for a long time.
He walked forward alone, holding his beloved battle axe - Bloodhowl. He asked with a slightly excited and expectant tone: "Do you mind having a one-on-one sparring match with me? If you win, my Warsong Clan and I will follow you to the ends of the earth."
"With great pleasure! I just happen to need a group of men."
Illidan agreed without even thinking about it.
After the crushing battle with Tichondrius, he clearly felt that his own strength had greatly improved. He was confident that he could defeat the orc warrior in front of him and turn him into his subordinate who would obey his orders.
"Hahahaha! I like it direct and straightforward! Come on, let's do it now."
With a belligerent and bloodthirsty laugh, Grom swung Bloodroar and rushed forward to launch a fierce attack.
…
On the other side, after successfully killing Tichondrius with the help of the enemy, Arthas and Kel'Thuzad met in private.
"The leader of the dreadlords is gone. When do we start dealing with the rest?"
Arthas was obviously an impatient person, and as soon as he opened his mouth he revealed his intention to kill all the dreadlords.
Kel'Thuzad hastily advised, "Calm down, don't be impatient, young Death Knight.
The Legion has not been defeated yet. With the strength of us and the Lich King, we are simply unable to confront Archimonde head-on.
So next you must obey orders obediently and lead the Scourge army to launch fierce attacks on Mount Hyjal again and again, and never be caught in any way.
Only by patiently waiting can we usher in the dawn of victory.
Just watch, those night elves are not that easy to deal with.
After all, it was they who defeated the invasion of the Burning Legion for the first time ten thousand years ago."
"Wait? You mean these distant relatives of the High Elves can defeat or even kill Archimonde?"
Arthas raised his eyebrows in surprise.
You know, he witnessed with his own eyes how the Polluter destroyed Dalaran, which he had spent a lot of effort to break into, through a magic that was almost child's play.
That kind of terrifying magical power is simply not something that mortals can possess.
"That's right! The Lich King has predicted the Legion's disastrous defeat.
So now we don't need to do anything extra, just wait quietly for the results.
And without Tichondrius, the remaining dreadlords will be scheming and plotting against each other for leadership for a while.
As soon as word of the Burning Legion's defeat gets back, they will immediately go from being overseers to prisoners."
Kel'Thuzad gave a straightforward affirmative answer.
Arthas was obviously very satisfied with this answer and continued to ask, "What about the situation in the eastern continent? Haven't those idiots made any progress at all?"
"progress?"
Kel'Thuzad shook his head helplessly and explained: "With the emergency mobilization of the Alliance and the deployment of a large number of more advanced muskets and artillery, any attack has become pale and powerless.
The continuous wars have caused the Scourge to lose millions of skeletons, zombies and ghouls.
I think it is almost impossible to break through those lines of defense. The only thing we can do is to take a detour.
Either freeze the lake or cross the Alterac Mountains."
"Since you can think of it, there is no reason why Archimonde and other demons cannot think of it. But the question is why don't they take action?" Arthas asked with a frown.
“Because I don’t dare.
The alliance's large airships float in the sky 24 hours a day, monitoring every move within a radius of several kilometers.
Once they discovered that the enemy was trying to cross the lake or the complex terrain of the mountains, they would launch a fierce artillery attack.
By then, let alone taking a detour, we will be lucky if we are not completely wiped out."
As Kel'Thuzad said this, the image of Naxxramas, a large fortress floating in the air and under construction in the Icecrown Glacier of Northrend in the far north, appeared in his mind.
Maybe once this thing is built, we won't have to worry about the threat to the Alliance's air supremacy.
"Hmph! Those arrogant demons don't understand the advantages of the undead at all, and they don't know how to make the most of the resources at hand to create results. When I go back later, I will definitely let them see what the real undead scourge looks like."
It is not difficult to hear from Arthas' tone that he simply looks down on the ability of the dreadlords to lead troops in battle.
After a brief conversation, the two quickly led the undead army to Mount Hyjal to meet up with Archimonde and launch the final offensive.
At the same time, on the main battlefield in the north of the eastern continent, the roar of artillery and the crisp sound of frying beans when gun bullets were fired continued.
A large number of low-level undead creatures used as cannon fodder could not even get close to the fence of the front line before being torn to pieces by the dense firepower network.
After a period of baptism of war, the originally immature recruits have transformed into experienced veterans.
They can even determine the trajectory and landing point of the artillery shells simply by visual inspection, ensuring that the most threatening Stitched Abominations are killed as soon as possible to prevent them from getting close to fortifications and killing vulnerable infantry.
The gargoyles in the sky were also targeted by anti-aircraft machine guns, and often fell to the ground and shattered before they could even turn into hard stone statues.
Yes, you read that right. Azeroth not only has tanks, cannons and planes, but also machine guns, which are powerful weapons.
Not to mention machine guns, even lasers and high-energy particle weapons that have not yet been used in actual combat on Earth are also available.
It's just that it can't be popularized due to its high cost.
However, there are still quite a lot of mass-produced machine guns that only require good mechanical structure and materials to be manufactured.
At least four to six guns will be deployed on almost every small position to suppress the tidal attacks of low-level undead.
I have to say that humans are really very adaptable creatures.
Although many soldiers would have been too frightened to move by the horrific scene not long ago, now they are able to tell dirty jokes while betting on who can kill the most enemies this time.
As for emotions such as tension, fear and panic, we cannot say that they do not exist at all, but they are definitely very rare.
The only problem is that warfare with hot weapons requires extremely high logistical and financial resources.
Fortunately, the dreadlords who commanded the undead army had no idea of the Alliance's ammunition reserves, so they were scared away by the fierce firepower every time and dared not go all in at once.
Otherwise, the situation of insufficient ammunition supply will occur in minutes.
Of course, the dreadlords may feel that there is no need for them to fight to the death. Once Archimonde controls the Well of Eternity, there will naturally be endless demon armies heading into this world to destroy all forces that dare to resist.
But these have nothing to do with Zuo Si.
Even though he was currently standing in a wooden house in a camp, fiddling with the Skull of Gul'dan with great interest, comparing it with the description in the Book of Medivh from time to time.
Obviously, with this thing, there is no need to wait for the Well of Eternity to explode before locking the spatial coordinates of Azeroth.
Instead, at the moment when the World Tree is ignited and energy leaks out, the power of sparks can be instantly released upon this world, directly absorbing all the runaway energy to ensure that the Well of Eternity will not be severely damaged.
As for the Sunwell of the High Elves, Zuo Si planned to have all the liches in Faerun come here to take a bath and upgrade.
Through that powerful energy, these guys are reborn and transformed into unique great liches.
(End of this chapter)
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