After confirming that the New Alliance's air force had withdrawn, Archimonde once again cast a spell to create bridges for the army to pass through. Subsequently, his adjutant reported the losses to him.
The few thousand demons, along with the kobolds and gnolls they had conscripted along the way, were insignificant. However, the complete destruction of those 17 mana-powered armor suits caused Archimonde some heartache. Now, he only had 110 mana-powered armor suits left in his forces, and he didn't know how many more such losses they could withstand.
"When will the Demon Forging Camp be officially put into production?" Archimonde summoned a Mo'arg engineer and asked.
"In forty days at most, my master," the engineer replied cautiously.
"What about the output?"
"Eight to ten units a month, great master."
"But I must end this war as soon as possible," Archimonde muttered to himself. He thought of Aiden's threat. If that guy really destroyed the World Tree, wouldn't his trip be in vain? He had to reach Kalimdor as soon as possible to prevent the World Tree from being destroyed.
It seemed his "old friends," the night elves, were also on that continent, and he eagerly anticipated this reunion.
However, just then, a Doom Guard flew over, trembling as he told Archimonde about the raid that had occurred at the Silvermoon City Demon Forging Camp.
"So, we won't be getting any more mana-powered armor suit reinforcements?" Archimonde's green eyes stared at the Doom Guard.
"Y-yes, yes, yes, my master," the Doom Guard trembled under his aura.
"The Burning Legion has no need for trash." Archimonde pointed a finger, and a red lightning bolt shot out, hitting the Doom Guard who had ruined his mood.
The Doom Guard let out a terrifying scream, and in the blink of an eye, his entire body turned into charcoal.
The other demons around were terrified, afraid of saying the wrong thing and offending their supreme master.
"Pick up the pace, full speed ahead!" Archimonde's voice was filled with anger. The project he had placed the most hope on had been destroyed, and now he had to find another way to replenish the Burning Legion's forces.
The demons all fell silent, except for one insect who smiled silently.
"It seems... Evelyn succeeded... But, I'm hungry again... hungrier and hungrier."
A glob of green saliva dripped from Kog'Maw's mouth. When it touched the ground, the surrounding large patch of grass made a "sizzle" sound and quickly withered and decayed.
His several pairs of eyes darted around, scanning the surrounding demons, "I really want to eat them..."
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After Captain Plank shot down a naga, he spat fiercely on the twisted corpse: "Damn it, these nagas are really endless!"
The nagas were already fleeing back into the sea. Hecarim sprinted wildly through the enemy ranks, his glaive reaping the lives of one naga after another, bringing fear and death to these twisted sea monsters.
They were near the ruins of Azshara's coast. Not long ago, the workers logging wood in Azshara were once again attacked by nagas. After resolving the troubles in Justice Grounds, Plank immediately led his men here without stopping.
"Captain, these naga attacks are becoming more and more frequent. It seems to be related to the demons descending," tauren shaman Hamuul Runetotem was also on the battlefield. After dealing with the demons that had landed in Mulgore, Chieftain Cairne immediately dispatched a portion of tauren warriors to help their allies.
"Is there any way to make these nagas quiet down? Damn it, they should have the guts to fight our expeditionary force head-on! Who's afraid of who!" Plank complained indignantly. The coast was covered with naga corpses, and some belonged to their warriors as well.
Tauren druids and troll witch doctors were busy on the battlefield, treating the wounded, while other warriors were clearing the battlefield.
"Unless we can find the nagas' lair and monitor their movements," Chen Stormstout walked over, took down his gourd, and took a sip of fine wine.
"That makes sense." Everyone agreed.
Then everyone looked at the small Fizz.
"Hey, hey, hey, are you serious? I'm still a kid!" Fizz took several steps back.
"Little Fizz, look, who else besides you can take on this important task?"
"No, no, I don't want to!"
In the end, under everyone's coaxing and threats, the little 'murloc' still jumped into the sea to track down the nagas' lair.
The large-scale arrival of demons also alerted the night elves. "Warden" Maiev Shadowsong, as the jailer, had been shouldering the responsibility of capturing criminals and eliminating creatures that posed a threat to the night elves for thousands of years.
After learning that a group of demons were destroying the forest and killing her people in Ashenvale, she immediately led the Watchers sisters to hunt down these demons.
Not long after Maiev left, "Priestess of the Moon" Tyrande came to the Watchers' prison, intending to release Illidan Stormrage, who was imprisoned.
Tyrande was very conflicted before making this decision. She was well aware of the mistakes Illidan had made. If she could, she wouldn't release a dangerous prisoner who had been imprisoned for ten thousand years so rashly.
In this dangerous moment when the Burning Legion was invading Azeroth again, she would rather seek help from her lover, Malfurion.
She had tried to awaken Malfurion from his slumber, but had not succeeded. She had also tried to awaken other sleeping druids, but these people were as unconscious as Malfurion.
Tyrande was sure that her awakening method was correct, and that this situation could only be caused by one possibility—the druids sleeping in the Emerald Dream must have encountered some danger she didn't know about.
So she could only ask for help from others. After thinking about it, only Illidan was strong enough and willing to help her with all his strength.
Illidan was imprisoned in the Watchers' prison. That was Maiev Shadowsong's territory. Tyrande knew that Maiev had always been very dissatisfied with her. The discord between the two had a long history. The Watchers only obeyed Maiev Shadowsong's orders and would not follow Tyrande's instructions. Tyrande knew how much Maiev hated Illidan, and she couldn't possibly persuade the other party to release Illidan peacefully.
So she could only take a risk and choose to use violence to control violence.
Tyrande led her trusted sentinels to the prison. She wanted to try to resolve the matter peacefully. She tried her best to persuade the remaining Watcher sisters to agree to release Illidan, and she was willing to guarantee the other party's safety as the Priestess of the Moon. But the Watchers did not agree and rudely drove her away from this forbidden area.
Helpless, Tyrande could only order the sentinels to kill the Watchers.
"It was you who saved me, Tyrande!" Illidan returned to the sunlight, but the excitement of regaining freedom from ten thousand years of imprisonment was not as great as the surprise that Tyrande had saved him. Because he had always loved Tyrande, and in his more than ten thousand years of life, he had only loved this one person.
Illidan and Malfurion were twin brothers, and they both fell in love with Tyrande. However, Tyrande chose the elder brother, Malfurion, which caused Illidan great distress. Now Tyrande had saved him, and he didn't sense Malfurion's presence nearby—could it be...?
Illidan felt his thoughts stirring.
Tyrande had no other thoughts; she said urgently, "Listen, Illidan. The reason I risked releasing you is that Malfurion and the druids are in danger. The Burning Legion has returned once again. I need your help. You will help me, won't you?"
"The Burning Legion?" Illidan heard this familiar term. "Weren't they driven away by us already?"
His thoughts were still stuck in the War of the Ancients. Ten thousand years of imprisonment had given him nothing but endless emptiness and loneliness. He had no idea what the world outside had become.
"Only temporarily." Tyrande smiled wryly. She led Illidan to his weapons, the Twin Blades of Azzinoth, personally handing him the oddly shaped dual blades and pleading, "Illidan, please help me!"
"Of course, I will." Illidan took the dual blades, a smile appearing on his face. "Then we'll defeat them again!"
He was somewhat grateful to the Burning Legion. If these demons hadn't come, he didn't know if he would have had the chance to see the light of day again. He smelled the scent of blood in the air, and several corpses of wardens lay on the ground. This made him extremely excited.
Tyrande was willing to fight the wardens for him. 'She still has me in her heart,' Illidan thought.
'My brother, I hope you don't wake up so soon,' he also thought.
(T/N: Which team are you on? Simpilidan or Simpfurion?)
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Dalaran flew from the sea to Dun Morogh, finally landing in the town of Kharanos outside Ironforge. At this time, the advance troops of the refugees had just arrived.
For the past two days, rumors had been circulating among the refugee Team that the demons of the Burning Legion were chasing them from behind. On the road, they had also seen armies and scattered demons fighting nearby. Everyone was panicked, not knowing where the way out was.
And the arrival of Dalaran rescued them from the dire straits.
A team of dignified guards walked out of the gates of Dalaran, holding flags. At the front was the flag of the Alliance, followed by the flags of the Valoran Federation, Dalaran, the Orcs, the High Elves, and Gilneas.
These were the members of the new Alliance.
The leaders of the old Alliance stood solemnly outside the gate, welcoming their arrival.
After the honor guard came out, Aiden and the leaders of the new Alliance appeared, walking towards Terenas and the others with smiles.
"Have you been well, everyone!" Aiden greeted them with a smile on his face.
"Greetings, Lord Aiden." Terenas bowed slightly, adopting a very humble posture. He opened his mouth apologetically, "I am very sorry for those unpleasant things that happened before."
"It was all a misunderstanding. I was also a bit impulsive." Aiden generously expressed his understanding. He was already the victor, so there was no need to put on airs, as that would seem aggressive.
After the pleasantries, they returned to the main topic.
Terenas said, "Thank you very much for lending a helping hand in time. I believe the Alliance will definitely become more united in the future."
"This is also what we hope for."
"So, what should we do now?"
"We believe that the most important task at present is to lure the Burning Legion to Kalimdor as soon as possible." Aiden said, "If we allow the demons to wreak havoc, even if we ultimately win, we will have to face a devastated world."
"Your Excellency, just tell us directly, what is the plan?" Thoras asked directly.
"Send the people of the Eastern Kingdoms away, so that Archimonde believes we have left the Eastern Kingdoms."
Although the plan was to evacuate everyone, adding the dwarves and gnomes, Azeroth still had more than two million people to evacuate, and the remaining space in Dalaran and Los Angeles could only accommodate half at most. The remaining people could only be teleported after Los Angeles arrived in Kalimdor.
Half of the people still needed to stay behind.
"Our Ironforge is indestructible! If we seal the city gates, we should be able to hold out for a long time." Muradin said gruffly. The orcs did not destroy this great city in the last war, and this time they were confident that they could stop the demons' attack again!
"Gnomeregan, once closed, can also withstand attacks from the ground." High Tinker was equally confident.
Aiden looked at the King of Stormwind and said, "Your Majesty Varian, Stormwind City has no natural defenses, you must call on your people to retreat."
"I know." Varian took a deep breath. "I will."
The Alliance deployed a large number of troops in the rugged mountains on the border of Dun Morogh to protect the evacuation of refugees. Refugees were being continuously transported to Los Angeles through Dalaran's portals.
The dwarves of Ironforge had always maintained a good relationship with Stormwind City. After the end of the Second War, Gnome leader Mekkatorque designed and oversaw the construction of a minecart railway from Ironforge to Stormwind City, making communication and cooperation between the two more convenient.
Now, Aiden was following Varian on the subway to Stormwind City. One was for the transfer of the people of the Stormwind Kingdom, and the other was to solve another hidden danger—two major tumors hidden in Stormwind City. One was Onyxia, daughter of Deathwing, who attempted to subvert the regime. She transformed into the noble Countess Katrana Prestor, corrupting Stormwind's politics from within to coordinate her father's conspiracy; the other was even more terrifying—Archbishop Benedictus of the Cathedral of Light was actually a high-level member of the Twilight's Hammer, known as the Twilight Father!
The Twilight's Hammer was an evil organization that served the Old Gods, and its harm was no less than that of the Burning Legion. After all, the Burning Legion came from the Twisting Nether, and once driven away, it was difficult to enter again, but the Old Gods had been parasitizing Azeroth, and they had been corrupting the world for endless time.
Varian was so shocked when he heard these two names that he couldn't speak for a long time. These two people were both people he deeply trusted, especially Archbishop Benedictus. As the spokesperson of the Holy Light and the personal disciple of Archbishop Faol, he was deeply loved and believed by the people. How could he be a high-level member of a cult?
If Aiden had just said that, he would definitely not believe it, but Anna was also so sure. Only then did he begin to half-believe it.
If these two people were conspirators, then it could explain the turmoil that occurred in Stormwind City a few years ago. At that time, he painfully lost his loved one, and the investigations of the agents of SI:7 were always hindered by high-level officials and made almost no progress.
'Could this be true?' At the thought of this, Varian couldn't help but shudder.