The first to fight will surely bear the fiercest attack.
Of course, to this group of powerful demons, attacks from low-level creatures in Azeroth are nothing.
"There is no need to draw lots, just let me fight first."
Hellfire Lord Gross stood up first. His bruised body was covered with blazing flames, and his voice boomed: "This mutilated body is on the verge of collapse and has no value for repair. Let it fall here.
Teach the young creatures of Azeroth a lesson."
On the Broken Shore, Aman'Thul begins his pre-war mobilization.
His subordinates include Khadgar and Prophet Velen, both of whom are the strongest orators in Azeroth. They take turns to explain the great significance of this battle.
When it comes to inspiring people, Khadgar and Velen are unmatched in Azeroth. Combining the magic of inspiring people, they have successfully inspired everyone's courage and enthusiasm.
The armies of the Alliance and the Horde gathered around the pyramid, listening to Khadgar and Velen's impassioned speeches. Everyone's blood boiled with excitement, and they wanted to rush into the Tomb of Sargeras and kill them.
Sylvanas did not dare to object and could only force herself to listen happily. After Prophet Velen finished his speech, even Grom Hellscream, an outsider orc, believed that he entered Azeroth for
A just cause.
"For Azeroth." Hundreds of thousands of soldiers cheered.
After all, those who were encouraged were just ordinary soldiers. Sylvanas, for example, was not affected by magic. She secretly thought about escaping. At this moment, she could no longer care about the soldiers under her command. She was satisfied with being able to escape on her own.
Antonidas on the side quietly shook his head, meaning that "Illidan" had blocked the space and the teleportation magic was still unavailable. Sylvanas frowned secretly, regretting not following Mannoroth's advice and could only think of other things.
Fazi leaves here.
After the speeches of Khadgar and Velen, the last was the summary of the savior "Illidan". He walked up to the podium, looked at everyone with eyes full of evil energy, and said loudly:
"People of Azeroth, we will win this battle. For countless years, we have watched our close allies fall with our own eyes, and watched them raise their butcher knives against us under the corruption of demons. You did not stop them.
As the Legion sweeps across our world, enslaving our people
, you didn’t stand up either. You are always used to standing by and watching, but now, the suffering has finally come to each of us. There is no way to escape or retreat. We can only fight for Azeroth and don’t let down the billions of people in Azeroth.
All living beings, let our blood flow meaningfully.
"The Tomb of Sargeras in front of you is a gathering of a ragtag group of Burning Legion. They appear to be powerful, but in fact they are timid at heart. They have committed unforgivable crimes against Azeroth. As long as we unite and dare to make sacrifices, it will be easy to defeat them.
, we must fight to the end, and the decisive battle against the Tomb of Sargeras begins now."
At this moment, a harsh whistling sound came from the sky.
When the sound reached his ears, death had come. A hellfire lord the size of a castle fell into the Alliance army, spitting high-temperature flames in all directions. The Alliance soldiers in the center turned into fly ash before they could react.
These flames are so terrifying that they cannot be extinguished even if they are slightly contaminated, until they burn into coke.
The Hellfire Lord laughed wildly, and saw it jumping up high, and this time it fell into the center of the tribe's army, and the flames spread all around again. Under the blazing flames, thousands of tribe soldiers lost their lives.
"You say we are a rabble. Haha, how can you resist the attacks of a rabble?"
Hellfire Lord Gross laughed ferociously and let out a harsh laugh. Before Aman'Thul could react, he soared into the sky and turned into a green meteor and returned to the Tomb of Sargeras.
In just two jumps and two group fire attacks, nearly three thousand Alliance and Horde soldiers were killed. Their flesh and blood bodies were helpless in the face of the elemental flames. Khadgar and Velen's wonderful speeches brought about
The encouraging effect quickly disappeared, and all the soldiers seemed to be shivering in the icy cold wind.
This is simply not a force that flesh and blood can withstand.
Aman'Thul did not expect such a sudden attack. Seeing that morale was horribly low, the soldiers of the Alliance and Horde looked at the charred remains of their companions with horror. He understood that the effect of his speech was useless.
, hurriedly summoned the leaders and generals of the alliance and tribe to discuss.
"Azeroth is at a critical moment of life and death, and no one can escape responsibility." Aman'Thul looked at everyone with a serious face and said fiercely:
"I need each of you to lead the charge personally. How can we win without sacrifice? Azeroth is waiting for us to save."
Sylvanas remained silent, just looking down at her boots. Several brave chiefs of the orcs also looked at each other, not daring to express their opinions. The attack of Hellfire Lord Gross made them aware of the huge gap between the two weapons.
.
Seeing that no one stood up, Aman'Thul decided to kill people to establish his authority. The soldiers of the Alliance were all a ragtag group, and they were far unable to compare with the Iron Horde in terms of number and combat effectiveness.
Aman'Thul was very dissatisfied with the Alliance's negative attitude. He looked at King Varian with an unhappy expression:
"Varian Wrynn, you are the warrior of the Alliance, the most powerful warrior in Azeroth. I heard that the Lich King Arthas was once defeated by you. You will lead the Alliance from now on."
Soldiers attack."
"What?"
Varian turned pale with fear after hearing this. The so-called warrior of the Alliance, the most powerful warrior, and the victory over Arthas were just his subordinates singing his praises and writing them down in history books for future generations to see. As a king,
, he has never charged forward.
"Savior Illidan, please listen to me. The little king is weak and really does not dare to take on this important task. Now that Azeroth's elites have gathered together, I will not show my shame." After saying this, he backed away again and again.
Illidan's body flashed and he appeared in front of Varian, looking down at him.
"Do you wish to refuse this great honor, King Varian?"
Varian felt miserable. He came here to seek support, but he never thought he would have to sacrifice his life.
"Great savior, Xiao Wang is really weak, I'm afraid he missed something important."
"At this critical moment of life and death for Azeroth, there is no place for a coward like you." Aman'Thul grabbed Varian's neck, and the power of evil invaded his body.
Varian howled in pain as the power of evil ripped apart the flesh and blood within his body.
"A small king, history will not remember you, go to hell."
The power of evil energy burst out, and Varian turned into a ball of green flames, which quickly burned out.
The king of Stormwind City, the leader of the Alliance, and the savior "Illidan" killed as many times as he wanted. It was like crushing an ant. Fear penetrated into everyone's heart. Aman'Thul looked at the Alliance and Horde generals with a pair of evil eyes.
:
"Tell me, who would refuse this great honor of saving Azeroth?" (To be continued)