Kul Tiras' strength is naval warfare, and their marines... can only be said to be not bad.

If it wasn't for the lack of personnel at the critical moment, Sharlayan hadn't planned to push the marines of Kul Tiras to the front line. Their mission was to wipe out the remnants of demons fleeing around after Archimonde's death near the coastline.

When the sea-crossing army set off from Boralus Harbor to the Broken Isles with Daelin's ardent request, a wave of "guests" was also welcomed to the South Seaport far away in the hills of Hillsbrad.

Under the guidance of Medivh, who turned into a crow prophet, Go'el, who had just become the chief of the new tribe, finally knew the truth behind the orc's mad invasion of Azeroth.

Goel, who was raised by humans since he was a child, is willing to face up to and admit the crime of the old tribe invading Azeroth, and he also intends to lead the new tribe that is temporarily freed from the control of the blood of the devil to make atonement for this.

But Go'el, who was trapped in the Eastern Kingdom, has never been able to formulate a specific plan for atonement, and Medivh came at the right time.

From the mysterious mouth of this self-proclaimed "prophet", Go'el learned in detail the ins and outs of the orcs being lured and fallen by the Burning Legion step by step.

After all, Medivh was involved in this matter...or rather, Sargeras was personally involved. Medivh knew this matter better than anyone else, because he was one of the parties involved.

Gradually growing up, Goyle would not easily believe the one-sided words of a person of unknown origin.

After confirming some details with veteran elders such as Drek'Thar and Grom on the sidelines, Go'el basically believed Medivh's words.

Just when he was going to continue to ask the "Prophet" for detailed information about the Burning Legion, Medivh deliberately performed a show that was close at hand.

"Wow~"

Medivh, who had turned into a crow again, spread his wings and took off, and spun around Goel's head who wanted to keep him.

"Young chieftain, the Burning Legion is invading the continent of Kalimdor on the other side of the Great Sea."

"If you want your people to completely get rid of the control of demons, truly gain the understanding of the native races of Azeroth and integrate into this world, then lead your warriors to Kalimdor and join the battle to protect Azeroth." Let's fight."

"I'll be waiting for you at Sun Peak in Stonetalon Mountains."

"etc!"

Goel looked at the Crow Prophet who was flying away and asked loudly: "How do we cross the sea to Kalimdor?"

"Go to South Sea Town and have a look, son of Durotan, I look forward to meeting you again."

"South Sea Town..."

Goel, who was standing on the top of a hill, looked up at the sea south of Hillsbrad: "Get rid of the demon's control? It's just what I want!"

Gripping the Doomhammer tightly in his hand, Goel turned his head and shouted to a mature orc standing not far away: "Varok! Summon all the warriors and inform the Warsong clan of Grom that we are going to set foot on A new journey begins!"

Orgrim's lieutenant left behind by Go'el - Varok Saurfang of the Blackrock Clan hammered his chest hard: "Your will! Great Chief."

...

"Kalimdor, heh~"

When the reinforcements of the Alliance and the Horde were still sailing in the sea, Archimonde had already led the main force of the legion to land on the desolate red land in the south of the Azshara region.

Archimonde squatted down and grabbed a handful of lifeless red clay, letting the sand flow down his big blue hands to the ground.

"There are still traces of the legion fighting 10,000 years ago, but... it's not enough."

A ferocious smile appeared on Archimonde's face, and the remaining soil in his hands quickly changed from red to miserable green.

"Let's go, it's time to tell those disgusting night elves that the legion is back to settle accounts with them!"

"oh oh!!"

The endless demons behind Archimonde raised their weapons excitedly in response to the commander's call, and the spewing evil energy created a hellish scene.

"grown ups!"

A huge reptilian demon came out in front of Archimonde and bowed his head respectfully to ask him to fight.

"Please entrust me with the vanguard mission! I will continue to bring you victory!"

"Very well, Mannoroth."

Archimonde smiled and patted the shoulder of the abyss lord Mannoroth, which was full of fel barbs, and pointed to the Ashenvale Forest in the northwest.

"According to the reports from our scouts, the core territory of the night elves is just behind that forest. Go ahead and let us repay the blood debt owed 10,000 years ago!"

"yes!"

After receiving the order, Mannoroth held up the huge double-headed gun with high morale: "Warriors of the legion! Follow me to conquer this sad world!"

...

Kalimdor is the base camp of the night elves, but the night elves do not completely occupy all of Kalimdor's territory.

At this moment, the unknown coastal red land and barren land happened to be the blind spots of their vision.

The night elves are used to living in the forest, and they have little interest in a land with sparse vegetation like the Barrens.

In contrast, the tauren who had established a firm foothold in Mulgore began to set foot in the barren land, and gradually expanded their sphere of influence based on a few oases.

When the legion landed on Kalimdor, the night elves were busy dealing with internal problems. They never expected that Archimonde would simply abandon the equally rich Eastern Kingdom and come straight to Kalimdor.

The tauren hunters who were colonizing new lands near the oasis of the Forgotten Pools were the first to spot the Legion's demons.

Ten thousand years have passed, and the group of tauren who participated in the War of the Ancients has long since passed away, but their heroic deeds have been preserved in the form of pictures on totem poles.

Because of the painting style, the appearance of the demon depicted on the totem pole is somewhat distorted.

But these hunters who first discovered the traces of demons still identified them through the overly distinctive appearance characteristics of some of the demon races.

After the hunters quickly sent this information back to Thunder Bluff, before the tauren chieftain Kyle Bloodhoof could speak, Magatha, the chieftain of the Grimtotem clan, jumped up first.

"The Burning Legion! They are finally here! My father's prophecy will bring disaster to Azeroth and the tauren family!"

After Sharlayan's painstaking enlightenment and explanation, Magatha, who misread his father's prophecy, has been relatively quiet in recent years, and has never jumped out to sing against the great chief Kane as before.

But this does not mean that the grumpy Magatha has changed her temper. On the contrary, anyone who is familiar with her knows that Magatha's hiding her strength and biding her time is actually saving her anger, waiting for the moment when the prophecy comes. .

The runetotem chief Hamuul, who had just received the title of Archdruid from Malfurion not long ago, frowned.

"Sharlayan's prediction back then really came true, Great Chief, what should we do?"

"of course!"

Magatha tapped the ground heavily with her staff, and two puffs of white air spewed out of the bull's nose and shouted excitedly: "Kill these despicable intruders! We must not let the demons destroy the new home we have built with great difficulty!"

Kane, with a calm personality, rarely agreed with Magatha's radical speech. He nodded with a heavy expression and said: "The Burning Legion is the common enemy of all living beings in Azeroth. Our ancestors also fought to protect Azeroth and Demons fought in blood."

"Fighting is definitely necessary, but we can't be blind and impulsive. Going against the main force of the army alone will only waste the lives of the people needlessly."

"Magasa, you should have heard that those demons can be resurrected after death, but our people can't. It's not rational to fight them."

Under Kane's reasonable persuasion, Magatha temporarily suppressed the restlessness in her heart, and asked in a low voice: "Then what do you say?"

A gleam of light flashed in Kane's eyes: "According to the details observed by the hunters, it is speculated that these demons should have swam from the other side of the sea, that is to say..."

Hamuul accepted the words with a look of surprise on his face: "They are probably from the Eastern Kingdom where Quel'Thalas is located?"

"Hmm." Kane stroked the braid on his chin and said thoughtfully, "Sharlayan, who has long been wary of the demon's return, can't ignore it."

"We don't know the situation in the Eastern Kingdom for the time being, but I guess that reinforcements from Quel'Thalas and even more countries in the Eastern Kingdom may already be on their way."

"Judging from the marching route of the Burning Legion, they are heading straight for Ashvale."

Kane turned to look at his old buddy: "Hamuul, please make a trip yourself, and inform the night elves of the news of the army's return as quickly as possible, so that they can prepare for the battle as soon as possible."

"Okay, I'm leaving now."

Hamuul immediately turned into a storm crow and spread his wings and took off, leaving Thunder Bluff and heading north like a flash of yellow lightning.

Kyle also got up immediately after Hamuul left: "Magatha, tell your Grimtotem fighters to stop playing with centaurs, we have more difficult enemies to deal with."

"Ha!" Magatha showed a ferocious smile on his face, "I'm just waiting for your words!"

...

When the tauren, who were aware of the demon's movements first, began to prepare for an emergency army, Malfurion and Jarod were arranging for Fandral and his pioneer team who had returned from Northrend in an emergency.

It was very rare for Tyrande and Maiev to go to Ashenvale together, and as expected, they quarreled as usual on the road.

Just as Jarod had predicted, Fandral had voted in favor of freeing Illidan to deal with the Burning Legion after his long and dusty return.

The minority obeyed the majority, and Maiev, who was alone and unable to support her, was still somewhat dissatisfied, but she did not continue to oppose firmly to the end.

However, Maiev made a request. As the jailer who had guarded Illidan for 10,000 years, Illidan must be released under her own eyes, and after that, he also needs to act under the watchman's supervision at all times.

As Illidan's biological brother, Malfurion knew his brother better than anyone else.

In order to prevent Illidan, who had been imprisoned for ten thousand years, from venting his resentment on the spot, Malfurion bit the bullet and asked Tyrande and Maiev, the enemies, to set off together.

After temporarily ending the work at hand, Malfurion raised his head and looked out the window worriedly. Recently, he always felt a little restless.

‘Tyrande should be able to temporarily calm Illidan’s negative emotions, but… where did this uneasy premonition come from? '

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