Zuo Si ignored the shouting and explosions outside the camp all day long and connected his consciousness with the ugly orc skull in his hand.
moment!
He then heard a voice full of pain and despair from inside.
"Who are you? Why did you get my skull?"
Gul'dan's torn and mutilated soul was the first to break the silence.
Because ever since he was chased by a large number of demons and torn pieces alive when he explored the Tomb of Sargeras, the fragment of his soul remaining in this skull has been tortured.
The powerful fel energy that he had finally obtained from the Burning Legion at great cost was now like a raging flame that continued to burn his soul.
The indescribable pain is enough to drive a sane person crazy within a few minutes.
But the problem is that due to long-term use of fel energy and shadow power, Gul'dan's soul has long developed resistance and adaptability to it. Therefore, no matter how painful it is, he will not collapse. On the contrary, the more painful it is, the more awake he becomes and the more aware he is of his current situation.
Especially after he fell into the hands of the demons of the Burning Legion, they cast all kinds of vicious spells to punish him as a traitor.
The dreadlord Tichondrius is an expert in this area, and he enjoys the negative mental energy that overflows during the torture process.
In addition, he was sealed inside the skull for a long time and had no idea what was happening outside. The long-term loneliness and solitude alone were a great blow to his will.
So Gul'dan was very eager to have a master who was not too vicious to communicate with him, even if it was just to talk about what was happening outside.
He would pay any price for this, even to reveal the knowledge of shadow and fel that he had spent decades mastering, or to store within his skull a power that even a demon lord would envy.
"You can call me Soth, a stranger."
Zuo Si, who was very good at observing and analyzing other people's mental states, gave his name directly.
He apparently sensed Gul'dan's strong desire to communicate with others.
This is undoubtedly a huge weakness that can be exploited.
Because for a big devil of his level, from the moment the other party shows this tendency, it means that the subordinate relationship between the two parties has been established.
"Soth? Stranger? Do you know where we are now?"
Tichondrius apparently didn't tell Gul'dan much information, so much so that even the current location of the skull was not clear.
After all, the Burning Legion has occupied too many planets in the physical universe, and he is not quite sure whether he is on Argus or has been taken somewhere else.
Zuo Si replied calmly, "We are in the eastern continent of Azeroth, which is where you led the orcs through the Dark Portal. You should know that I paid a huge price to get your skull."
"So... you killed Tichondrius and snatched the skull from the dreadlord?"
Gul'dan realized something instantly and his tone suddenly became excited.
Because ever since he fell into the hands of the Burning Legion, he has been longing to escape their control, especially the endless torture.
Zuo Si chuckled and denied, “No, it wasn't me who killed Tichondrius, it was someone else who did it.
All I did was make a deal with this guy.
So you'd better try to show it's useful so that I feel it's worth the money.
Otherwise, it's hard for me to guarantee whether I would do something to vent my dissatisfaction and disappointment. ”
There is no doubt that this is obviously a naked and undisguised threat.
Zuo Si studied Gul'dan's life, especially the days before he gained power when he was bullied and insulted by others all day long, which created a huge shadow and darkness in his heart.
This means that for Gul'dan, family, friendship, tribe, loyalty, and honor are all empty words, and only power and strength are the basis of everything.
He would submit to those beings with great power, and serve them in exchange for knowledge and power that would make him increasingly powerful.
For this, they would even sacrifice the entire orc race and turn their homeland Draenor into a broken space and time on the verge of destruction.
When facing such people, we must make them understand their situation as soon as possible.
Otherwise he would try every possible means, even trying to seize a new body to resurrect.
Maybe this is why Illidan, after getting the Skull of Gul'dan, always liked to mutter to himself like a lunatic.
That is actually communicating with the soul sealed inside.
To some extent, their life experiences do have some similarities.
It's just that Illidan has a beloved Tyrande, and a brother who, although always criticizing and blaming him, actually cares about him very much, so he is not filled with hatred, anger, and endless desire for powerful power like Gul'dan.
After all, anyone who has studied psychology understands how terrible a distorted compensatory psychology is.
Because he was born with deformities, Gul'dan was bullied, humiliated, beaten and scolded by other members of his clan since he was very young. His status was so low that it was probably even lower than that of livestock.
At least the livestock will not suffer humiliation dozens or even hundreds of times every day, nor will they be rounded up and beaten every now and then.
The orcs' society of the survival of the fittest, without any compassion, was most perfectly embodied in him.
Apart from Ner'zhul, no other orc had ever shown mercy to him.
So after gaining power and becoming the first warlock, the first thing Gul'dan did was to completely destroy his own clan and kill everyone without leaving a single one alive.
I guess in his eyes, these bastards who only bully him every day are not compatriots at all, but are all classified as enemies.
What's even more terrifying is that this hostility and hatred continues to spread, until the entire orc race is regarded as a tool that can be discarded after use, or a pile of cheap and pathetic consumables.
There is no doubt that Gul'dan's series of actions were all for compensation. To be more precise, he believed that all orcs owed him something and they should die for him to compensate for the pain and torture he suffered in the past.
"So you are my master now?"
Gul'dan was silent for a long time, and finally responded with a slightly unwilling tone.
He originally expected that an ignorant and cowardly guy would see his skull, and then use deception and lies to erode the other person's spirit bit by bit, and finally realize his plan of occupying the body and resurrecting.
But unfortunately, this wishful thinking obviously failed.
Being able to make a deal with a dreadlord like Tichondrius who could defeat him, it goes without saying that his personal strength must be very strong.
"That's right. From now on, I am your master and I will serve you. If you behave well during this period, I will consider finding you a companion in the near future."
After saying that, Zuo Si pursed his lips and revealed a playful smile.
Needless to say, he was obviously planning to merge the Skull of Gul'dan and the Skull of Manshoon into a special Planeswalker card.
He found it very interesting to think about what would happen if the souls of two extremely evil and selfish guys were forced to be trapped in a confined space.
"So great master, what do you want me to do?"
Gul'dan was undoubtedly a thorough realist and utilitarian, and he put himself in the right position without hesitation.
But if you think his humble attitude means surrender, you are wrong.
You have to know that in order to gain power, he was also loyal to Kil'jaeden and Sargeras, and directly sold out the entire orc race.
But what is the final result?
When he learned the location of the Tomb of Sargeras, this guy immediately rushed there with his men without hesitation.
His sudden departure caused a fatal loophole in Orgrimmar Doomhammer's brilliant tactical arrangement, and ultimately failed to push the front line to the heartland of the Kingdom of Lordaeron and destroy this human country with the strongest strength and the greatest war potential.
The orcs' defeat also completely bankrupted the Burning Legion's plan to conquer Azeroth.
Kil'jaeden was so angry that he wished he could extract his soul and torture him repeatedly like he did to Ner'zhul, making him feel a pain worse than death.
If there is one thing that has accompanied Gul'dan throughout his life, it is betrayal.
But Zuo Si obviously didn't care about this.
As the lord of hell, he has countless high-level devils under his command who are ambitious and want to gain power through conspiracy and trickery, but now they are all working hard to improve their performance under the strict assessment of the KPI system.
So loyalty or not is actually not important at all.
What is important is that your subordinates must be capable, and you must have more than one set of means of restraint.
In this way, no matter what these guys think in their hearts, they have to honestly use their intelligence and talents in their positions.
As the saying goes, ruling and managing is an art.
It involves a series of complex disciplines including psychology, sociology, interpersonal relationships, the establishment and improvement of systems, etc.
There are very few people who can really master it.
But Zuo Si obviously never intended to play the game of politics and power with these big devils within the rules, but to directly use Shuo Oil to solve the problem from the root.
If there is anyone who is so arrogant as to form a clique and want to challenge the authority of the Prince of Hell, he will be thrown directly into the pool of scorching oil.
What's more, Gul'dan's current state is just an insignificant remnant soul.
"I want to know all the information about the Dark Portal, the Scepter of Sargeras, and the Tomb of Sargeras. The more detailed the better."
Zuo Si made his request directly.
"As you wish, Master."
Gul'dan quickly began to talk about his understanding of these three things.
With his description, Zuo Si quickly obtained the information he wanted.
The Dark Portal is essentially an upgraded and enhanced version of the Legion Portal, which breaks through the defenses set up by the Titans on the planet Azeroth by slaughtering the Draenei and absorbing their life energy, as well as adding fel energy.
The Scepter of Sargeras was a super artifact created by Sargeras himself after the Burning Legion was defeated in the War of the Ancients. It is powerful enough to tear space apart, allowing even a powerful Titan like himself to enter.
It is said that just to forge this weapon, the Legion assembled a large number of warlocks to perform magical rituals, while continuously sacrificing the lives of demons.
When the ceremony was completed, Sargeras personally inlaid a gem containing enormous energy on the top.
As a weapon specially made for Titans, this artifact is far beyond the imagination of all mortals.
It was with the combined power of the Scepter and the Dark Portal that the orcs broke through the powerful defense system built by the Titans around Azeroth.
Gul'dan, because he personally presided over the construction of the Dark Portal and had contact with the Scepter of Sargeras, has a very close connection with both.
The only regret is that when Ner'zhul obtained the Scepter of Sargeras and wanted to lead the orcs to escape from Draenor, he was captured by the Burning Legion, and the Scepter naturally fell into Kil'jaeden's hands.
Otherwise, if he had this artifact, Zuo Si wouldn't even have to wait for Archimonde to attack Mount Hyjal. It would have been enough to just detonate the Sunwell first.
In addition, he also obtained a lot of knowledge about demons and warlock magic from Gul'dan, and could even summon and force various demons to sign a contract with him at any time.
However, most demons have weak combat capabilities, and it is easy for the Burning Legion to learn some of their secrets.
In fact, it is a very dangerous act for warlocks to summon and enslave demons.
Because the reason they responded to the call was because they were attracted to the warlock's soul.
In theory, every demon summoned by a warlock is thinking about how to kill its master as soon as possible so that it can harvest souls as rewards.
Therefore, the warlock profession in the real world is extremely dangerous.
In those warlock institutions hidden in the dark corners of major cities, more than half of the apprentices do not survive to graduate.
Basically, they are either attacked by the power of fel energy and shadow, or killed by the demons they summoned.
What's even more terrifying is that the warlock's every move will actually be observed and monitored by the demons he summoned and enslaved.
They will be recorded on the list of the Burning Legion, and then use knowledge and power as bait to corrupt them little by little and turn them into pawns controlled by the Legion.
This is why all races are vigorously suppressing the warlock group, and even not allowing them to carry out open activities like warriors and mages.
Even thieves have a much higher social status than warlocks.
It is estimated that in the eyes of the ruling class of various forces, all warlocks can basically be classified as potential enemies.
No one is willing to believe that these guys who control dark magic can resist the temptation of powerful force.
Especially playing with souls absolutely violates the bottom line of morality and law and will never be accepted by mainstream society.
"Okay, now I know why warlocks of all races either hide in dark cellars or use taverns or hotels as cover. If they are allowed to do whatever they want without restrictions, the consequences will be absolutely disastrous."
Zuo Si stroked his chin and gave an evaluation and summary of the warlock profession.
Because every time a warlock gains power, it means establishing a stable connection with the Burning Legion.
Demons can obtain information from them continuously, formulate various plans and strategies, and ultimately achieve the goal of conquering the entire Azeroth.
Just as Zuo Si was about to find a place to test the strength of these warlocks' magic, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly approached from afar.
In the blink of an eye, Jialiya, the successor Queen of Lordaeron, walked in from outside.
This princess, who originally had a kind and weak personality, was now dressed in military uniform. There were uneven marks on many parts of her armor, as well as a lot of black dried bloodstains, and it was obvious that she had experienced more than one fierce battle.
Even his temperament has undergone a drastic change, giving people a sense of oppression that is both heroic and powerful.
"How's the battle situation at the front?"
Zuo Si put away the Skull of Gul'dan and asked casually.
Jia Liya answered without hesitation: "Those demons and undead spirits can't pose any real threat to our solid defense line.
No matter how many times they launched attacks, all they got were corpses blown beyond recognition.
Once their forces are depleted to a certain extent, the Alliance should be able to turn defense into offense and recover lost territory."
Zuo Si nodded slightly and said, "Well done. I think after we win this war, you will be able to replace your father, King Terenas, and become the actual leader of the alliance."
"Maybe. Compared to this, I am more looking forward to having a one-on-one fight with Arthas and trampling all the things he is proud of under my feet."
When saying this, Jialiya's tone was clearly filled with hatred, and one of her hands was clearly pressing on the hilt of the sword.
"Don't worry, you will have this opportunity. But before that, we have to defeat the vanguard of the Burning Legion. Have you completed all the preparations I asked you to make a few days ago?" Zuo Si asked, looking into the other person's eyes.
"Of course! I have already transferred 20,000 men, more than 80 heavy tanks, 130 aircraft, and 700 artillery pieces, plus an aerial gunboat, from the defense line. They have been gathering their strength for a long time and can be deployed in the best condition at any time."
Jialiya quickly gave an affirmative answer.
You must know that at this moment, at the junction of Silverpine Forest and Tirisfal Glades, the Alliance has gathered more than 150,000 troops.
The withdrawal of 20,000 people and some weapons and equipment will not lead to any serious consequences. Instead, it can become a mobile force to reinforce any line of defense at any time, or launch a counterattack in a local area.
"Great! With this army, I believe the night elves will look upon the Alliance with new eyes."
Zuo Si pursed his lips and showed a look of satisfaction.
"Night elves?"
It was obviously the first time that Jialiya heard of this race, and her eyes revealed a strong curiosity.
Zuo Si patiently explained: "You know the high elves, right? They were a branch that split from the night elves.
These guys established cities and civilizations on the ancient continent of Kalimdor tens of thousands of years ago, and are second only to the trolls in terms of the extent of their racial history.
It was the night elves and their wild demigod allies who defeated the Burning Legion's first invasion in a bloody battle ten thousand years ago.
It was during that terrible war that the ancient Kalimdor continent was torn apart, becoming the three landmasses of the east, west, and north, as well as the great whirlpool in the middle of the Endless Sea.
Jialiya seemed to understand something, and subconsciously stuck out her tongue and licked her sexy red lips in a very seductive manner.
With the fusion of the Dreadlord and the Blood God Hakkar's bloodline, the character of this originally virtuous and dignified princess has obviously begun to be affected, and she exudes a unique charm that cannot be described in words.
Especially when she starts to feel hungry, her body will exude a strong charm, which will deeply attract and fascinate men and women.
However, Zuo Si was obviously completely immune to this and explained in a very casual tone: "It's not me, but you who represented the Alliance to form an alliance with the leader of the night elves. In fact, Jaina should have arrived at Mount Hyjal by now and is forming a coalition with the help of Medivh, the last guardian of the Council of Tirisfal."
"Jaina went to Kalimdor across the sea? When did that happen?"
Jialiya's eyes widened in surprise.
She originally thought that the reason her best friend did not appear in the coalition was most likely because she was lost like many other mages after Dalaran was destroyed, or she returned to the safer Kul Tiras.
After all, when Archmage Anthony Dass made this decision, he did not make it public, and even few members of the Kirin Tor Council knew about it.
"yes."
In order to transport enough people at one time, Jaina took away half of Kul Tiras' fleet without the consent of her father, Marshal Daelin.
In a way, her boldness and paranoia are very similar to those of Arthas.
No wonder they fell in love at first sight and became a couple. "
Zuo Si expressed his evaluation of Jaina in a half-joking tone.
"No, Jaina is different from Arthas. She would not do such a cruel thing as killing her father and mother and destroying the country and people she loves with her own hands." Jia Liya defended her good sister firmly.
Zuo Si couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and he said jokingly, "My dear descendant, please don't be so absolute.
Because you don't know Jaina Proudmoore at all.
Although she was not as doted on and expected of everyone as Arthas was since childhood, she was also a very proud and conceited idealist.
You know what the biggest flaw of an idealist is?
"What is it?"
Jialiya blinked in confusion.
“The answer is that they always believe in what they think is right and refuse to accept the complexity and darkness of the real world.
Jaina herself might not commit all kinds of horrific atrocities like Arthas, but that doesn't mean she won't make some terrible choices when her ideals conflict with reality.
For example, sacrificing Marshal Daelin in exchange for peace with the orcs.
So I think you can keep a close eye on her to prevent her from doing anything irrational in this cooperation.
Here, this is a teleportation rune I made that will help you teleport between Kalimdor and the eastern continents.
Take it with you and join the meeting that will determine the future of the world.
I am not comfortable with Jaina representing humanity or the entire Alliance."
After saying that, Zuo Si handed the teleportation rune stone that he had prepared in advance to the Queen of Lordaeron.
Feeling the arcane energy emanating from the runes, Jia Liya suddenly thought of something and couldn't help asking, "How do you plan to transport such a large army to the other side of the sea? As far as I know, even Dalaran can't transport so many troops across the continent at once."
“You don’t have to worry about that.
Because there is a World Tree on Mount Hyjal where the night elves live, and hidden under the World Tree is the Well of Eternity which possesses infinite arcane energy.
Although their leaders have a strong aversion to arcane magic.
But at this point, I believe you won't mind if we borrow some arcane magic energy to transport the troops."
Zuo Si gave the solution in a very relaxed tone.
In fact, after the War of the Ancients, the night elves completely banned the study and research of arcane magic. On the one hand, the druids of the nature faction and the priestesses of the moon goddess Elune were purging the high elves who used arcane power.
On the other hand, the war was so brutal that ordinary night elves associated arcane magic with the demons of the Burning Legion, causing them to fear, disgust and reject arcane magic.
Ultimately, Malfurion and Tyrande issued the ban for political reasons and to appease public sentiment, not because they had any prejudice against arcane magic.
After all, Tyrande's most famous ultimate skill, Starfall, is typical arcane energy damage, not natural or other attributes.
The night elves as a race were gradually transformed from trolls under the influence of the vast arcane energy of the Well of Eternity.
This means that they are born with arcane magic talents that are unimaginable for other races.
Guys like Malfurion, who went to learn the ways of druids from Cenarius and later led the entire race astray, are simply wasting their own racial talents.
Later, after experiencing a series of disasters, the night elves, whose strength was greatly reduced, still accepted some of the exiled high elves and allowed arcane magic to spread among the tribe again.
So Malfurion and Tyrande are very pragmatic in their attitude towards arcane magic.
Especially since Archimonde is about to launch a general attack on Mount Hyjal, they certainly won't mind their allies using the power of the Well of Eternity.
So, Jia Liya directly activated the rune stone and teleported from the eastern continent to Mount Hyjal on the Kalimdor continent.
At this moment, Medivh, Tyrande, Malfurion, Cairne Bloodhoof and Jaina have gathered together to discuss how to deal with the upcoming decisive battle.
"Everyone, I believe you should have seen that our enemies are gathering heavy troops at the foot of the mountain, and they may launch a violent attack at any time. Now we must unite to drive these damn demons out of our world."
Medivh, who had just finished telling the Burning Legion's plan to use orcs to invade the world, spoke out his truest thoughts.
For him, this series of actions after his resurrection were actually to atone for releasing the orcs.
As long as the invasion of the Burning Legion can be resisted, the last guardian can unload his burdens, find a place to live in seclusion and no longer care about worldly affairs.
"But how can we stop Archimonde and his group of powerful demon lords? You know, their power is too strong.
I once saw him from a distance, and was almost shocked by the enormous energy in his body to the point that I thought I was hallucinating.
An enemy of that level is simply not something we can handle with our current strength."
Jaina expressed her concerns in a very nervous tone.
As a mage, she was well aware of the terrifying gap in energy levels.
A powerful spellcaster like Archimonde can create a coverage and visual effect like a meteor shower even if he releases a small arcane missile.
"Don't worry, little girl. We have no intention of confronting Archimonde head-on. All you have to do is buy time for me to set a trap and wait for him to fall into it."
Malfurion looked at the World Tree Nordrassil in the distance, with a hint of determination in his eyes.
"trap?"
Jaina also looked at the huge monster standing on the earth.
To her, this was clearly more than just a tree; it was more like some kind of miracle.
Malfurion nodded slightly: "Yes.
Ten thousand years ago, we, the night elves, defeated the Burning Legion.
Although the entire world was shattered, all living things living on this planet were liberated.
In the years of peace, we rely on the power of the World Tree to gain eternal and immortal life, and we will never have to worry about aging and death.
But now, it’s time to give that power back.”
Tyrande was surprised when she heard this and asked, "You know that the consequence of doing this is that we will begin to age like other mortals, and the power flowing in our bodies will weaken over time, right?"
"Of course, dear. But that's the price you have to pay to protect the world. We've all lived too long to fear death, so there's nothing to worry about."
Malfurion's tone was very calm, without any sign of nervousness, anxiety or fear about losing the eternal life bestowed by the World Tree.
"So... you plan to destroy the World Tree to release its power and kill Archimonde?!"
Jaina is worthy of being the most outstanding mage of the new generation in Dalaran. She immediately realized what the other party wanted to do.
After all, she was so sensitive to arcane energy, how could she not sense the terrifying energy gathered inside the giant tree.
If this thing were made into a bomb, Archimonde would be seriously injured if not killed.
"That's right, little girl. This is the only way to defeat Archimonde. How about joining us?" Malfurion asked with a smile.
"Of course!" Jaina answered without hesitation. "I will build the first line of defense near the foot of the mountain to buy you some time."
"Your courage is commendable. Not everyone has the courage to face an enemy like Archimonde."
A hint of approval appeared on Tyrande's serious face.
Cairne Bloodhoof, who was standing next to him, added: "I will assist Jaina in consolidating the first line of defense and ensure that the demons will not break through easily."
"Be careful, Tauren. The Burning Legion is not the centaurs you fought before. The enemy's cruelty and viciousness are far beyond your imagination."
Malfurion kindly reminded him when he was about to turn around and leave.
Since the night elves and the tauren live on the continent of Kalimdor, they have had contact a long time ago and occasionally see each other in the wild.
Most of the time these encounters end with a polite greeting and retreat, and rarely do they lead to fights or violent conflicts.
Therefore, the night elves believe that the Tauren are also a race that tends to be inclined towards nature and druidism, and consider them to be very good potential allies.
"I understand. But in order to protect our world, the minotaur is willing to shed his last drop of blood."
Cairne Bloodhoof expressed his determination in a resounding voice.
Since parting ways with the orcs, he has been observing Jaina and the human race behind her.
It turns out that humans are much better than orcs in many aspects.
For example, they also have a strong sense of compassion and will do their best to help those who are injured or disabled.
In contrast, orcs tend to be somewhat careless when treating the wounded.
The disabled wounded, in particular, not only did not receive any preferential treatment, but were also often teased and insulted.
"May Elune shine upon you."
As the chief priestess, Tyrande expressed her most sincere respect to the two allies.
Cairne Bloodhoof also returned the greeting and said, "May Mother Earth bless you as well."
At this moment, a violent spatial fluctuation suddenly attracted the attention of everyone present.
The next second...
Holding the teleportation rune, Jialiya finally appeared out of thin air in an open space not far away.
Jaina recognized her friend instantly and asked in shock, "Jia Liya, why are you here?"
"Long time no see, Jaina. You have really matured a lot since the last time we met."
The Queen of Lordaeron walked up to him with a smile and hugged him tightly.
Since both of them had long golden hair, they looked like real sisters and it took them a while to separate.
"Since Arthas caused such a terrible tragedy in Lordaeron, I imagine your life must have been difficult and painful?"
Both Jaina's eyes and tone were full of sympathy and compassion.
After all, if this kind of thing happens to anyone, it would be like the sky falling and the earth collapsing.
She clearly remembered how sad she was when her brother Derek Proudmoore died.
It was from that time that father Daelin developed an unparalleled hatred for the entire orc race, and vowed to kill the last green-skinned orc and make these damn invaders and monsters disappear from Azeroth forever.
Being killed by the enemy is bad enough, not to mention the killing between blood relatives.
So Jaina thought she could understand Jialiya's current despair and wanted to comfort her in this way.
Unfortunately, Jia Liya shook her head with a serious expression: "No, I don't feel sad, but full of anger and hatred.
Al As must pay for what he has done! And I will be the one who will end his life myself.
In addition, this time I am here to represent the alliance of the entire Eastern Continent.
We have prepared a well-trained elite force that can be sent over at any time to assist you in defending against the Burning Legion's attacks.
However, the prerequisite is that we must use the arcane energy of the Well of Eternity to build a stable portal over a very long distance."
"How many troops can you provide?"
Tyrande asked quickly.
She was undoubtedly well aware that the more troops she had at hand at this time, the more she could delay Archimonde's attack and buy time for Malfurion to set up the trap.
"A full 20,000 elite troops, equipped with the most advanced weapons and equipment."
Jialiya gave the exact number directly.
Tyrande's eyes lit up immediately, and she nodded without hesitation, "Yes, you can use the arcane energy emitted by the Well of Eternity to build a portal at any time. But you'd better act quickly, Archimonde won't give us too much time."
"Leave this to me. I have some experience in studying portals."
Jaina volunteered to take on the task.
Soon, with the assistance of a group of Dalaran mages led by her, it didn't take long before a huge rift was formed by tearing space.
Before anyone could react to what was happening, a huge aerial gunboat slowly squeezed over.
Following closely were planes piloted by dwarves or midgets, and tanks that made rumbling noises as they moved, with cannons and soldiers following at the end.
Just as these elite veterans were being gradually placed in the first line of defense, a voice suddenly echoed over Mount Hyjal.
"Listen to me, night elves, the time of reckoning has come. I will destroy you with my own hands to wash away the shame of my failure ten thousand years ago. This time there won't be so many wild demigods to mess with me."
"Oh - damn it! The demons are beginning to lead the undead of the Scourge to attack!"
Jaina looked down from her high vantage point and was stunned at the vast army of undead and demons rushing towards the top of the mountain.
There are a lot of dreadlords, pit lords, doomguards, liches and death knights alone.
The menacing sight was enough to make anyone's scalp tingle.
There is no other reason, there are simply too many of them.
You should know that Kalimdor is the main battlefield of the War of the Ancients, and countless corpses are buried there.
The Scourge sent out small groups of troops to frantically dig up graves and resurrect corpses and skeletons. Now they are strong in both men and horses.
Coupled with the insidious and cunning demon commander, even the night elves would have no chance of gaining any advantage.
Jaina did not bother to arrange the soldiers who were arriving one after another. She was the first to cast teleportation magic to return to the base and ordered everyone to do their best to reinforce the city walls and gates to welcome the coming of this fierce battle.
The final battle of the Third World War officially kicked off at this moment...
(End of this chapter)
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