Aldor's leader, high priestess Ishana, sat in front of his bed. The usually aggressive female Draenei rarely showed a gentle look.
"Voretal, you are called a prophet by the blood elves. Don't you still see the situation clearly? Thrall's purpose is to weaken Shattrath and the blood elves."
The astrologer and Aldo are at odds with each other, and today they actually share the same hatred.
Voretal stared blankly at the top of the tent and said tiredly: "Now that the matter has come to this, do I still have a choice?"
Ishana advised: "Retreat and admit your mistake to Adal. We still have a chance."
"I am a prophet and cannot be looked down upon." Voretal struggled to get up: "My people are waiting for me, and I cannot give up."
Ishana frowned: "Why are you so stupid? Sal keeps causing trouble, and we can't win."
"Orcs!"
Voretal asked in return: "Ishana, the orcs almost destroyed the Draenei, why don't you think about revenge, why doesn't the prophet Velen seek justice for the people."
Ishana's expression condensed and she murmured: "It's better not to say some things clearly. It's not that you don't want to, but that you can't do it."
Voretal sighed and said: "Back then, the orcs were chased by the Scourge Legion and had no way out. My king, Anastarian Sunstrider, analyzed that the Burning Legion and the Holy Light Legion protected the orcs, and the orcs represented Azeroth.
Fairness and justice, if the blood elves want to survive, they can only stand on the same side as the orcs."
"Then Silvermoon City was massacred by orcs." Recalling the draenei who were also massacred, Ishana's eyes were moist, with tears rolling in her eye sockets.
"Prophet Velen had the same view back then. As a result, the Draenei were almost exterminated. Maybe we shouldn't be so persistent!"
"There is no way to survive against the orcs." Voretal said with certainty: "We know that the orcs are cruel and ruthless, but we can't resist. Only through humiliation can we have great wisdom. As leaders, we should be more respectful than others.
It’s further away.”
"So you betrayed Prince Kael'thas." Ishana said with a bitter smile: "We are just cowards after all. We don't have the courage to resist. Well, I will accompany you to be a coward for once."
Who is the warrior and who is the coward?
Perhaps Prince Kael'thas, who dared to resist the orcs, is the real warrior.
Voretal suddenly had a ridiculous idea, and then shook his head to get rid of this idea from his mind.
Kael'thas is not a qualified leader after all.
Sha'tar Aldo officially joined the war, and the high priestess Ishana selected three hundred elite shamans and built an altar.
In order to avoid making the same mistake again, Archmage Rommath led 30,000 blood elves to surround the altar and not allow anyone to get close.
On the platform at the entrance of Storm Fortress, Kael'thas's eyes were bloodshot, directing the blood elves to clean up the battlefield. He had not had a good night's sleep since the war began.
Many blood elves had no time to take off their armor and fell asleep leaning against the wall. After days of fighting, all the soldiers were exhausted.
Before the blood stains could be washed away, the scout sounded the alarm.
Kael'thas hurriedly raised his telescope and saw a large number of adventurers stepping into the void, walking towards the Storm Fortress step by step.
There are too many of them, and they are a dense mass of darkness. There are many races from the Alliance and the Horde, as well as many native races from the outside world.
"They can fly, how do they do this?" Kael'thas's eyes turned red with anxiety.
Robbie looked at it for a long time and said: "This is the shaman's group levitation technique. The general levitation technique does not have such an effect. It should be related to the altar."
Twenty thousand adventurers from the Aldo camp came out in full force and flew toward the Storm Fortress. Kael'thas commanded the spellbreakers to dispel the magic.
It is not difficult to dispel the levitation spell. Thousands of adventurers fell into the bottomless abyss, but the spellbreakers also ran out of mana.
Kael'thas could only wake up the tired blood elves and prepare for another battle.
The altar of Aldor was heavily protected by the army. Kael'thas gave up the idea of a sneak attack after just one glance and could only face the enemy head-on.
As can be expected, this is another tough battle.
On the wall of Wrench Town, Thrall raised his telescope to observe the Aldo Altar and said in surprise:
"The Draenei actually have the ability to cross the void as if they were walking on flat ground."
Eitrigg said doubtfully: "I also participated in the war that killed the Draenei. They were as weak as rabbits. If we had used this method, we would have been defeated long ago."
"With this kind of levitation technique, the city wall of Orgrimmar is nothing like that." Thrall clenched his fist unwillingly: "This is a major threat to us."
Eitrigg rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Lord Savior, why not test the courage of the blood elves."
"You mean those cowardly blood elves, I have never looked at them, a group of cowardly cowards." Thrall spat and ordered:
"Send five thousand orcs to go straight to the Aldo Altar. If the blood elves dare to stop us, we will officially start a war. If you want to join the tribe, huh, you must show sincerity. If I can kill Silvermoon City once, I can kill it a second time.
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Rumble.
The thundering drums sounded, and the gate of Wrench Town opened again, and five thousand elite orc soldiers rushed out, heading straight for the Aldo Altar.
Upon seeing this, the high-ranking priestess Ishana immediately suggested to Archmage Romans: "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and meet the enemy?"
Rommath scratched his head. He didn't expect the orcs to actually come out and said timidly:
"Meet the enemy, you mean the orcs. My mission is to prevent Kael'thas from sneaking attacks. The benevolent and kind-hearted orcs are not the enemy."
Ishana turned pale with anger: "You promised me, otherwise Aldo would never join the war."
Romance hesitated, not knowing what to do.
A herald flew up on a chocobo and shouted:
"The Regent has ordered that all blood elves are not allowed to conflict with orcs. Violators will be killed without mercy."
Thirty thousand blood elves parted like a tide, making way for an army of five thousand orcs.
In Wrench Town, Sal secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his bet was right again.
If there really is a conflict with the blood elves, I really don't know how it will end.
Five thousand orcs successfully reached the Aldo Altar. Three hundred elite draenei shamans worked hard to maintain the magic circle. Facing the overwhelming orcs, they suddenly panicked.
In just an instant, three hundred draenei shamans were chopped into pieces.
Without the support of the altar, the 20,000 Aldo adventurers lost their footing and fell into the bottomless abyss.
Ishana was so angry that her eyes were spitting fire: "You are useless, incompetent, you blood elves are just a bunch of cowards."
Rommath immediately retorted: "Facing the orcs, aren't you Draenei also cowards?"
At the gate of Storm Fortress, Kael'thas felt incredible that it was the orcs who had sneak-attacked the Aldo Altar, and he once again got a chance to breathe.
Astrologer, Aldo was defeated in front of Kael'thas one after another, losing troops and generals, and his morale was low.
The leader of the blood elves and regent Lord Lor'themar Theron heard the news and smiled very happily.
Countess Liadrin asked in confusion: "Why are you so happy when the coalition forces suffered a disastrous defeat?"
Lor'themar snorted coldly: "The Astrologers are domineering and Aldo is ungrateful. I have long disliked them. It's finally our blood elves' turn to show off our skills. I want to prove to the Burning Legion and the Holy Light Legion that the blood elves