When the Abomination fled, the elite Forsaken archers also performed very poorly. Their arrows were weak and lost their accuracy.
The Forsaken archers were high elves in Silvermoon City during their lifetimes. On that bloody night, they were torn to pieces and eaten alive by orcs. The fear of orcs was also buried deep in their hearts.
When the orc army appeared behind them, they didn't know whether they were friends or foes. Without the commander's orders, fear instantly took over their hearts.
On the other hand, the Bloodfang werewolves, inspired by the Scythe of the Moon, charged into the Forgotten front like a real pack of wolves. The Forgotten were defeated and unable to resist, so they could only keep retreating.
Lelar commanded the Bloodfang werewolves to cover on three sides, driving the Forsaken towards the orcs.
The Orcs' landing was only halfway through, and General Nazgrin looked at the Forgotten army retreating like a tide in bewilderment.
Before this, the orcs and the Forsaken had also fought together, but it was only under the leadership of Sylvanas that they could ensure peace.
Now the head coach Kane Bloodhoof has fallen into fear and is unable to direct the battle. The Forsaken Legion has completely lost its combat effectiveness.
The orcs who were originally in an array were rushed by the rebel army and became like a piece of scattered sand. Many orcs fell into a frenzy and waved their battle axes at the Forsaken regardless of friend or foe.
General Nazgrin looked at the large number of Bloodfang Werewolves behind him. These giant wolves that walked upright could crush ordinary undead soldiers with one slap. Nazgrin knew that the situation was over, and ignored the half of the orcs who came ashore, and hurriedly fled to the ship.
Commanded the fleet to retreat.
It was a one-sided massacre, with the bones of Forgotten soldiers piling up in mountains, countless dead souls wandering around, and the Bloodfang Werewolves gaining an overall victory.
When Kane Bloodhoof fell into despair, the teleportation rune hidden in his chest took effect, and Kane teleported back to the Undercity.
Undercity.
After receiving the news of Cairn Bloodhoof's failure, Nathanos Blightcaller couldn't help but be overjoyed. He hurried to the throne and reported to Sylvanas loudly:
"Her Majesty, Cairn Bloodhoof is an idiot. He actually suffered a defeat in the Royal City of Gilneas and the entire army of the Forsaken was annihilated. Your Majesty, you must punish this damn tauren."
Sylvanas lowered her head, as if she was worried. After hearing the Wither's report, she slowly raised her head and said unhurriedly: "I know everything. You go down first, and you must stabilize the Undercity."
The Kor'kron elites, don't let them notice anything."
Nathanos hurriedly left. After Garrosh returned from Stormwind City, he sent Kor'kron Guards to all tribes in the tribe, nominally to protect them, but in reality to monitor them.
Looking at the back of the Withered One, Antonidas shook his head in despair and said, "I never expected that Kane Bloodhoof would suffer a defeat. How could the orcs know about our military operations?"
Sylvanas said sternly: "I didn't report to Garrosh because I was worried that the orcs would send troops and ruin our major event. If Garrosh, a big fool, hadn't intervened out of greed, Gilneas would already be the territory of the Horde.
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Antonidas said worriedly: "Your Highness, the Kingdom of Gilneas will always be a threat to the Undercity unless it is eliminated. We cannot give up just now."
Sylvanas thought for a long time and said:
"The failure of Gilneas, in addition to the unexpected appearance of the orcs, was also due to the unity of the Bloodfang werewolves. I thought they were a group of ordinary werewolves who had lost their minds, but I didn't expect it to be an organized army. The leader of the wolf, Lelar, established a cult.
The Wolf Cult has found a way to bring werewolves back to their senses. If we had known this information earlier, we would not have suffered such a tragic defeat today."
Antonidas nodded: "Lelal acted in secret, and even King Genn Greymane was deceived."
Sylvanas paced back and forth around the throne and whispered: "The unexpected rise of Lelar is a threat to us, the Forsaken, and an even greater threat to King Greymane."
Antonidas suddenly said: "Your Majesty the Queen, what do you mean?"
Sylvanas smiled slightly and said:
"The Bloodfang Werewolves have just experienced a great battle and are at their most exhausted. There are more than 10,000 soldiers stationed in Greymane Fortress, but they lack heavy weapons. Antonidas, please give our siege weapons to the King of Greymane.
Some, he knows what to do."
The struggle for royal power has always been cruel, and there is usually no distinction between justice and evil.
King Greymane has been paying attention to this war. When the Bloodfang werewolves achieved a complete victory, Greymane was the one who could not calm down the most and secretly discussed with Prince Liam.
"Lelal found a way for werewolves to regain their sanity, but instead of telling me about this king, he founded the Wolf Cult in private. This is a betrayal of Gilneas and can never be forgiven."
Prince Liam muttered dissatisfiedly: "Lelal is ambitious and only has power in his eyes. If this Bloodfang Werewolf army is used by us, there will be nothing to fear from the Forgotten. It is even possible to unify the Eastern Kingdom."
King Greymane shook his head in disappointment: "I thought Lelar was just a scholar, but I didn't expect to see it wrong. It's just that the walls of the royal city are solid and built like iron barrels, and there are so many Bloodfang werewolves that we have no choice but to
way."
While the father and son were sighing, Sylvanas sent a special envoy and brought a large number of siege equipment. Prince Liam immediately said: "Father, this is sowing discord."
King Greymane looked at these heavy weapons eagerly: "Yes, but this is our only chance. Gilneas can only belong to the Greymane family."
Prince Liam asked worriedly: "Father, are we sure?"
King Greymane chuckled and said gloomily:
"I still have a trump card. As long as the leader of the wolf, Lelar, dies, the Wolf Cult will inevitably fall apart. The Bloodfang Werewolves will lose their leader and become just a bunch of stupid farmers.
Cathedral of the Dawn.
After the war with the Forsaken ended, the alpha wolf Lelar commanded the Bloodfang werewolves to clean up the battlefield, repair the damaged walls, heal the wounded, etc.
After everything was arranged, Lelar returned to the Cathedral of the Holy Light and Dawn, inserted the Luna Scythe on the altar, and finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell into a deep sleep.
Robbie hid the sleeping Lalar in the basement and used necromancy to create a fake Lalar.
Just as night fell, a mysterious figure appeared. It was a translucent ghost wolf, looming in the night, sneaking into the Cathedral of the Holy Light and Dawn.
The ghost wolf saw "Lelar" under the altar, quietly stepped forward and bit his neck, sucked out all the blood, and was about to leave when he was suddenly attracted by the Luna Scythe on the altar.
The ghost wolf unconsciously walked towards the Luna Scythe and murmured to himself:
"The call of the moon god, the enlightenment of the god, the beautiful moonlight, my lover, the beautiful Tyrande, is it you? I will not refuse this time."
The ghost wolf changed and turned into a translucent night elf man.
Robbie appeared behind the Luna Scythe and asked in a low voice: "Who are you? Who turned you into this?"
The man answered unconsciously: "My name is Avel. I died tragically at the hands of demons in ancient times. It was the moon god Elune who gave me a new life."
The so-called new life is this ghostly appearance.
Robbie continued: "Who ordered you to come?"
The man replied in a daze: "It's King Greymane. He is going to attack the royal city tonight, and the Forsaken have sent siege equipment."