Encouraged by Sylvanas, especially after witnessing the tragic death of the undead Varian, the leaders of the Alliance and Horde were finally able to unite.
Only Wei Lun was still sitting on the ground, with his eyes closed and a pious look on his face, and he murmured:
"Merciful Holy Light, I am willing to accept this cruel test. Everything in front of me is an illusion. This is the Holy Light testing my mind. No matter whether the mountains collapse, the earth rips, the oceans dry up, or the end of the world, my heart will always serve the Holy Light.
No change, let the illusion come more violently."
Sylvanas was so angry that she slapped Velen's mouth hard, but he still stood still and spoke plausibly: "Everything is a test of the Holy Light, like a dream, it disappears in a blink of an eye, and the origin starts again, and the world reincarnates.
My heart is still unmoved."
"Is Prophet Velen a fool?" Sylvanas shouted angrily.
One of Velen's guards sighed and said: "When the orcs captured Shattrath City, we Draenei had a chance to resist, but unfortunately Velen was like this. He did nothing and watched the Draenei helplessly.
The Ni people were slaughtered by the orcs, but he smiled happily."
It turned out that during these tens of thousands of years of fleeing, Velen experienced the test of the Holy Light countless times. In countless visions, he saw the destruction of the Draenei countless times. His relatives and friends fell in front of him, and they could no longer tell the difference.
Clear away illusions and reality, and regard everything as a test of the Holy Light.
Sylvanas stroked her forehead helplessly. No wonder the Draenei were so miserable. Their leader was a mental patient. She could only helplessly say to the guard:
"Your leader is a waste. Ignore him. The Burning Legion has already invaded. I need all the draenei to take up arms and fight the Burning Legion in a decisive battle."
The Draenei guard looked puzzled and asked with wide eyes: "But without Velen's leadership, how can we fight."
Sylvanas asked doubtfully: "Don't you hate the Burning Legion?"
The Draenei guard said: "Although we hate the Burning Legion, we can only fight under the leadership of the prophet Velen. Without Velen's orders, we will do nothing."
Sylvanas was so angry that she laughed out loud: "Haha, no wonder the Draenei are so miserable, you are all trash."
The Draenei guards glared at Sylvanas and protested loudly:
"We Draenei have created a great civilization with a history of more than 50,000 years. You actually call us trash. I warn you, don't trample on the dignity of the Draenei."
The Burning Legion was about to invade, and Sylvanas gave up the boring quarrel with the draenei.
The Draenei were originally the Eredar of Argus. They were one of the best races in the universe. Their combat effectiveness was no worse than that of the Burning Legion.
Sylvanas originally wanted the draenei to be the main force, but now she can't count on them at all. Without the order of the prophet Velen, a thousand elite draenei soldiers were as panicked as quails.
Sylvanas had no choice but to let the tauren and the Forsaken take the lead, commanding the elites of each race to face the Burning Legion.
In addition to Hellfire, Magtheridon also has a large group of Doom Guards, Legion Guards, Hellhounds, etc.
As soon as they came into contact with the Burning Legion, the legion guards raised their battle axes. The tauren team was the first to collapse. Kane Bloodhoof took the lead in escaping. This group of tall creatures scattered like headless flies and were quickly burned.
The legion was defeated, and only Kane escaped back to the Frozen Throne.
The defeat of the tauren caused Sylvanas to curse in anger, and she could only let a thousand dwarf elites come forward to take the tauren's place.
The dwarves did not disappoint Sylvanas. The dwarves holding battle axes fought bravely against the Burning Legion.
Unfortunately, the gap in strength between the two sides was too great. Not long after, most of the Forsaken and Dwarves were annihilated. Later, Theramore's soldiers, blood elves, Darkspear tribe, dwarfs and other tribes were defeated one after another, and the formation quickly
collapsed, and large groups of soldiers were massacred.
Sylvanas and the leaders of various tribes returned to the Frozen Throne again. Everyone fell into despair. The great craftsman Mekkatorque suddenly screamed and pointed at Arthas frozen in the ice:
"He is laughing, he is clearly laughing at us?"
Only then did everyone realize that "Alsace" in the ice had taken off his helmet at some point, revealing the face of a young man, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
Fordring was surprised to find that the Arthas in front of him looked very much like his son Tyran. Of course, Tyran was now an undead, and the Arthas on the throne was obviously a human.
The current situation was serious, Fording shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
Rumble.
The army of the Burning Legion occupied Icecrown Citadel, and Magtheridon and Thrall boarded the Frozen Throne with a large number of legionnaires.
The leaders of the Alliance and the Horde all looked ugly. They knew that life and death depended on Thrall's thoughts, and they were waiting for Thrall's trial.
Thrall looked proudly at the many leaders present and said loudly:
"The Scourge has been destroyed. You have lost the value of your existence. Don't you understand? If there were no Scourge and Arthas, the thorn in your side, the orcs would have unified Azeroth long ago. Haha, this is our long-held wish.
It finally came true.”
Kane Bloodhoof said with a flattering look: "Great savior, our Tauren clan has always been your loyal servants, and we will always provide high-quality beef to the orcs in the future."
Thrall discussed with Magtheridon in a low voice for a while, then Thrall nodded and said:
"Very good, Cairn Bloodhoof, I am very satisfied with your loyalty. The legion has a degeneration potion that can shrink the tauren's brains and lose their ability to walk upright and think. You will become a new breed of livestock.
Specialized in providing meat and dairy products to orcs."
Kane Bloodhoof was stunned and said feebly: "Doing that would be equivalent to annihilating the tauren clan."
Thrall's eyes widened and he yelled ferociously: "Why, Kane, you still want to ask for more. It seems that I must give you some lessons to let you understand the kindness and greatness of the orcs."
Several strong legionnaires rushed over and easily subdued Kane Bloodhoof.
Magtheridon waved his hand, and the legionnaires built a high wooden frame. The long nails penetrated Cairn Bloodhoof's hands and feet, nailing him to the wooden frame to die.
Seeing the end of Kane Bloodhoof, all the leaders did not dare to say anything. Thrall looked at Wojin and said with a smile: "Wojin, thanks to your help over the years, you have given me many good ideas.
I know your ambitions well, and I can finally settle the accounts with you."
Wojin hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged: "Great savior, as long as you can keep me alive, I will promise you anything, and I will even become a dog for you like Hell Roaring."
Sal grinned and said:
"For the sake of your loyal service to me, I can retain some tribesmen for the Darkspear tribe. After taking the degradation potion, the Darkspear tribe will become loyal hounds and herd the tauren for us. Thank the orcs for their kindness, but
As for you, Vol'jin, you know too much."
Magtheridon followed suit and nailed Vol'jin to a wooden frame to die.
Unwilling to be captured, Sylvanas suddenly let out a banshee scream, jumped up high, raised her bow and fired an arrow.
Since Thrall has been hiding behind the legionnaires, Sylvanas's target can only be the abyss lord Magtheridon.