The ridges went down, and the bodies of green-skinned, ogres and trolls covered the foothills like carpets. The orcs failed to hit the Hindland defense line again.

Behind the defense line are elves artillery, war puppets, various fortifications, a difficult arrow, a car of accessories, and volunteer recruits, constantly replenishing them through teleporters.

In the moonlight, Sylvanas walked up to the highest foothills, and his long cloak drifted to the west.

"His Excellency Sylvanas"

"Hisser General"

“Ms. Sylvanas”

Various names are spoken from the different subordinates, and the meanings contained are also very clear.

The orc camp at the foot of the mountain was distributed in a mess. Judging from the standards of elves, the tribe tent camp was loaded like a garbage dump, but the trenches, guards, and horses were cut in huge numbers. The night attack was not in Sylvanas's considerations, and the orcs seemed to be more accustomed to fighting in chaotic occasions than the elves.

"Your Excellency, the Duke of Marland has arrived," said the adjutant behind him.

"Take her here" Sylvanas said: "Look at those beasts"

The Dukewoman is the royal representative, and Sylvanas doesn't like her very much. One reason: when she got to know Shane, she found that the Dukewoman also had some meaning to Shane; Reason 2: The Dukewoman is very charming; Reason 3: She still walks around Shane from time to time. However, as the royal representative, Sylvanas welcomes her.

The Dukewoman walked up to the fortifications, and the stone slope made by rough crafts made her new shoes not very adaptable. In fact, when she walked from the portal behind, she was completely unacceptable along the way, especially the smell of blood left after the battle. She did not dare to breathe heavily, and used a handkerchief with cleaning to block her nose, which was a little better.

"Good evening, Ms. Sylvanas."

Marand endured the discomfort and finally came to Sylvanas. Looking at the female elf in armor, she put away her handkerchief. Sylvanas was amused and she was less hostile to her, because she knew that such flowers were not the type Shane liked.

"Hello, Ms. Marland" Sylvanas pointed at the new royal representative: "Look over there, those are our enemies."

I looked at it for a while.

"Beast" Duke Marland commented that in her country she was a gentle priest, but she also had the inherent prejudice of the elves. She looked at the corpses under the fortifications and looked along the foothills to the camp at the foot of the mountain. Although she hated these ugly creatures, she did not underestimate them: "Looking at the situation in their camps, the morale remained high."

In Sylvanas's senses, the morale of orcs has always been high, as if they had taken psychedelics. They don't care much about the death of their companions or even their own deaths. This makes them fill the undoubtedly gap between them and the elves for hundreds of years of hard work, but they can't erase the gap in family wealth accumulated over thousands of years.

"However, they should be at their limits." Sylvanas said.

"General Sylvanas, I have brought the Sun Chaser Army on behalf of the royal family. Victory with your skills must be approaching." Duke Marland complimented.

"No doubt" the female elf smiled proudly. The Wind Walker's arsenal had countless weapons and armor, bows, arrows and arrows, and the mage group of Dawn Blade was also assembled, and the puppet troops of the Red Sun Guard were ready to go. Although the Wind Walker Legion and the Dawn Blade Legion did not have counterattack power, the Sun Chaser Legion joined in the counterattack, and no commander would refuse to expand the advantage, especially the Sun Chaser brought the Magic Breaker.

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The orcs' camp, the sulfur cauldron, which was blazing evil bubbles, green skins, ogres, and trolls surrendered to this energy, dancing around it like crazy.

"Who can refuse to surrender under destruction?" Gul'dan thought so before, but now he hesitated. The demise of the Taron Blood Demon made it see death, which was different from the power it understood, but it saw irresistible rules in that death. However, if the tasks assigned by the master cannot be completed, it cannot even seek death.

"Drink, drink" will break through the mountain pass tomorrow. It lies in a soft chair made of fur, and the trauma caused by Medieval's death has not yet been recovered. However, it still has to face the enemy that did not exist in the fate that he once saw.

"My destiny should not be like this," Gul'dan whispered. It, since entering Azeroth, the future it saw became shorter and shorter, and now it can only meet a small section of uncertain fantasy. "Is the destiny the master saw for me also a fantasy?"

"Gul'dan, reptile, I feel you're scared."

The sound came from the large fence behind the tent. Its body was as fat as a fat insect, with a man-like upper body, with demonic wings on its back, but it was supported by a long tail worth more than ten meters behind it. Its body was huge, and the earth trembled as it moved.

"Your performance disappoints the master"

"Master Manolos" Guldan stood up humbly. All the evil energy of the tribe has come from this Abyss Lord to this day. They drink its blood to sweep across Azeroth. The Abyss Lord represents the Burning Legion, and the Legion is the owner of that Lord.

"Please wait patiently until tomorrow, my warlock brings the Red Dragon's legion, and I'm ready for a victory spell. Then you can slaughter the creatures on the other side."

"Hahahaha" laughter was low and contemptuous: "I hope you and your miscellaneous things don't fail, otherwise I will crush you together."

"Let's wait and see, Lord Manolos."

Guldan was planning his chances of winning this time. He sacrificed ten warlocks to open the portal to attract the abyss lord to prepare for the worst. The fel energy boiled in Manolos's body, and Guldan could feel the power connecting the destruction and killing, endless.

Xia En also looked at the situation on the ground, but it was not until he left the Underworld. After completing the Styx, the Force was replenishing him all the time. It was Azeroth who was urging him to hurry up, and his body deification did not stop for a moment, but he still carried out his own rhythm.

History has changed. From the perspective of the plane, the body of the abyss lord Manolos is like a dirty scar on the mirror, twisting all the space around it.

‘The large creatures in other worlds may have the power of a demigod.’ Shane thought of it, inferred by the degree of space distortion. ‘But it is incompatible with this plane and rejected by Azeroth, its power will be under the demigod. If there is Etiyes, the Guardian Staff, it can be easily exiled, but it seems that only the guardian of the Tirisfa can use it.’

‘I also need to prepare a supporting spell, which only takes twelve hours. Being able to use the casting ability above the Nine Rings is a legend, and I also have a little idea. Legend does not depend on the improvement of mana, but on the wisdom of understanding the rules.’

During the deification process, the Eye of Truth protects Shane's thinking. In this undisturbed environment, he opened up the knowledge taken from Karazan: Medivh's understanding of the void.

If the rule of death is used, he may immediately release the large-scale death magic, but this behavior does not match the divine path he chose. The divine nature should obey the original heart, and the behavior should not be biased against the original intention.

Shane's legendary arcane casts into the void.
Chapter completed!