Under the Beetle Wall, which had been silent for thousands of years, two different styles of horns sounded alternately, like the majesty of Stormwind City and the desolation and magnificence of Durotar, as if to comfort the many souls who died here thousands of years ago:
Today, mortals will unite again to fight for the fate of all Azeroth!
On the desert scorched by the scorching sun, more than 90,000 soldiers of different races lined up neatly in a square formation, looking up at the tall magic barrier in front of them.
Among them, there are humans and orcs, elves and trolls. Maybe not long ago they were fighting each other in Warsong Canyon, or shooting cold arrows at each other in the Alterac Mountains, but at this moment, they are all
Pao Ze, who is about to be entrusted with life and death
Varok Saurfang stood on a mound. Surrounded by him were many senior coalition generals in full armor. Havers and Regan were also among them. It was obvious that the middle position reflected the Seventh Legion's
The recognition of Saurfang's position as commander-in-chief...or compromise, but in any case, this means that there should not be much difference between the two sides on the issue of command authority.
Regen, who was wearing Judgment Armor, glanced at the ground. A huge black shadow was projected on the gravel in front of him, and above his head were dozens of adult bronze dragons from the Cave of Time. They were flapping their feet.
It has twenty-foot-long wings and giant eyes like a god overlooking the mortal army and the wall of beetles at its feet.
Anachronos was very efficient in his work. Before meeting Saurfang and Havers, his people had actually arrived in Silithus quietly and even hid in Cenarion Fortress, keeping an eye on the Alliance and Horde armies.
Every move, and when the bronze dragon prince took out the quicksand scepter that had been repaired long ago, he also confirmed in his heart the determination of the mortals to resist.
All is ready except for the opportunity
Regardless of the Seventh Legion or the Saurfang Guards, these high-morale warriors are definitely elites. In their eyes, killing a false god is not an unimaginable task. After all, just a few years ago, one of them
Most people in the world have experienced the holy war on Mount Hyjal, and Archimonde's near-invincible power is still deeply imprinted in everyone's heart.
However, wouldn't even such a powerful demon still die in our hands? How powerful is this so-called ancient god?
The blood of being soldiers and warriors is burning in their chests, and even the scimitars and long swords in their sheaths seem to be eager to try.
Saurfang glanced at Shiroma, who was covered in robes. Seeing the elf nodding calmly, he took a breath and stood in front of the Kalimdor coalition composed of the Alliance and the Horde.
"I am Brox's brother, Saurfang"
The orc's slightly old tone resounded in the desert, and almost everyone's eyes turned to him. In order to let the Alliance soldiers understand what he was talking about, this wise commander deliberately used common language, and
Most tribe members can also understand this concise language, although they are not good at communicating and writing
"Who is Brooks?" When Regan heard it for the first time, he felt that the name sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember the specific person for a while. However, when he glanced at Roxus' excited eyes and straight spine, he couldn't help but feel that the name was familiar.
Suddenly it dawned on me
Saurfang paused and looked around at the countless soldiers standing nervously in front of him.
"An orc, a true orc warrior, has only one pursuit in his life: to die gloriously on the battlefield in a decisive battle with the enemy!"
"Many of you have not participated in the real battle for peace. Peace has been with us for many years. Over the years, we have done nothing, but we have also fought for many years."
Saurfang's voice gradually became louder, and the chests of the soldiers also rose and fell: "During those fighting years, gunpowder smoke filled the sky and the earth, and the Burning Legion and the Undead Scourge ravaged our homeland, killing people.
Our loved ones were then, these bugs lurking beneath our feet, lurking beneath our homes, waiting.”
"Waiting to kill us all, starting from our children. This is what they do for their gods! Moreover, what they have to do will never be satisfied with this!"
Overlord Saurfang asked: "So, what will we do for our gods?"
Seeing the increasingly excited expressions of the soldiers, King Saurfang raised his arms high: "We will resist to the death, and we will never give up! We are a whole, a united whole, we will win, and their gods will
Will fail!"
"Today, if we die in battle, if we die on this battlefield, our death will be honorable. Today, if we die in battle, it will be to protect our children, our parents, and our...lovers."
Saurfang looked around at the soldiers around him: "Who among you would be afraid of such a death? Who would refuse such a great honor?"
No one could hear his last words clearly, because the fanatical shouts and war cries had made ancient Silithus boil! Even the giant dragon flapping its wings not far away was looking at him sideways.
"For Khaz Modan!" the Ironforge cavalry shouted.
"For the Horde!" the orc warriors of Orgrimmar responded with a louder voice, but this time there was rarely any malice, only a subtle sympathy.
"alah"
Shiroma, who was wearing a robe, recited a prayer, and the light of the moon god flashed on her fingertips.
"Oh, damn, the limelight has been stolen by this greenskin..." Eric muttered beside Regan, "Sir, you've always been a good talker, why don't you take over this job?"
Regan smiled, looked at the desert that seemed to have turned into a sea of cheers, and said: "I would like to do this, but the facts have proven that this tribal war god is the most suitable candidate..." Patting the dwarf on the shoulder, the knight
Walking towards the cheering warriors, "Enjoy this battle, don't forget, we and them are enemies, but we are still friends who depend on each other for life and death!"
There is no doubt that this moment has nothing to do with race or creed, only countless husbands and sons who are sworn to protect their homes and relatives. Havers silently recited a war poem, drew his sword and said loudly.
"I will fight side by side with you until the last moment of my life!"
"Ten thousand victories! Ten thousand victories!" The soldiers of the Seventh Legion also shouted in response to the commander, with their lion-pattern shields and broad-bladed axes shining brightly in the sun.
"it's time…"
Anachronos whispered to himself in the sky. He flapped his wings, flew to the wall of beetles and transformed into a human body. The majestic and obscure dragon language came clearly from his mouth word by word, even the indestructible wall.
It also trembled slightly because of this, "honzindrozaan! (Dragon language: swear by his honor to strangle evil in the cradle forever. The ferocious enemies began to collapse in front of the sons of Titan. When they heard our roar of victory, they began to cower)"
As if aware of this unusual movement, the insect wall began to gradually become uneasy. Everyone held their breath, feeling that the ancient desert of Silithus seemed to be alive, and the guardian of time - the Bronze Dragon Prince.
Having a conversation
As Anachronos's spell accelerated, the low-pitched roar behind the wall of beetles gradually became louder! It was like hundreds of... no, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of alien insects roaring in unison,
Even though the soldiers of the coalition forces have experienced hundreds of battles, there is still an uncontrollable look of solemnity on their faces.
"…udraal! (Dragon language: The ancient dragonborn will bless all creatures and fight for victory)" The bronze dragon prince finished reciting a long prayer similar to a war cry, and pointed with one hand to a slightly higher sand dune not far away.
"Appear! The giant locks that have sealed evil for thousands of years, today will be their inevitable end!"
With the roar of Anachronos, the originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds. Only a "bang" was heard, and a gong made of pure gold rose from the bottom of the sand dune and stood in front of everyone - this was the beetle.
The wall's real door lock
"Now, Siroma!" Anachronos said to the elf in a deep voice.
The elf priest took a deep breath, took off the hood of his robe, and slowly walked towards the tall gong with the quicksand scepter in hand.
"Oh my god, isn't that Lady Siroma? She's actually here too!"
"Yes, I heard that she has been missing for many years..."
When they saw the appearance of the priestess, many elven veterans who had participated in the Quicksand War whispered in surprise, but they all looked at her with admiration and reverence: it was she who led the many priests of the Temple of the Moon and built the building together with the Dragon Clan.
Building this high wall allowed Kalimdor to escape the catastrophe thousands of years ago.
Amid countless expectant or doubtful glances, Xi Ruoma paused for a moment. She raised her head slightly and stared at the sky for a moment. All the dusty past events emerged in her mind one by one. Even now, what happened a thousand years ago
Everything is still vivid in my mind, as if everything happened yesterday
All the faces from Kalimdor were watching Shiroma, waiting quietly for her to pass through humans, tauren, gnomes, dwarves and even trolls that had fought before, and slowly walked up to the platform. On this day, An
The Qiraji threat must end
Shiroma's steps were getting closer and closer to the giant clock. She took a deep breath and stood at the top of the platform. She hesitated for a second - just a second later, she raised the quicksand scepter and used all her strength.
I waved forward with all my strength, and the grudges of thousands of years were concentrated in the scepter. The quicksand scepter drew a beautiful arc in the air, and landed heavily on the ancient giant bell.
"clang!"
A sound that was not clear or crisp, or rather dull, sounded far away, like thunder on a summer night or a thunderbolt in the winter.
Reagan's Adam's apple swallowed unconsciously, and the entire coalition was so quiet that one could almost hear a pin drop.
When more than 90,000 pairs of eyes almost popped out of their sockets, the Beetle Wall suddenly made a slight "click" sound. Although it was undetectable, it was undoubtedly like thunder in the ears of everyone.
Before anyone could react, a small crack clearly appeared on the wall, but then spread to other locations dozens of kilometers long at an alarming speed. Finally, after a loud noise, the Beetle Wall collapsed completely.
What appeared in front of everyone was the ancient city of Ahn'Qiraj that had been sealed off for thousands of years.
————————————————————————Dragon language is not very familiar, most of it comes from the ancient scroll information, please forgive me if you have any questions