After listening to Cairne Bloodhoof's words, the Tauren generals nodded in sincere admiration, praising the greatness of their Savior. Although they all had family members who had been eaten by Thrall, this did not diminish their reverence for the Savior.
With a smile, Cairne continued, "Now that the Scourge is rampaging and Azeroth is on the verge of destruction, we Tauren must heed the call of our Savior Thrall. I hereby declare: gather ten thousand Tauren warriors, attack Icecrown Citadel, and kill Arthas."
"Kill Arthas, kill Arthas, for Savior, Thrall savior!"
The Tauren generals all raised their arms and shouted, and led by Cairne Bloodhoof, ten thousand Tauren set off from Thunder Bluff for the icy wilderness of Northrend.
In the Echo Isles, Rokhan received orders from Vol'jin to muster twelve thousand warriors from the Darkspear Tribe.
As Thrall's most trusted strategist, Vol'jin knew the significance of this operation.
This concerns the future of the Alliance and the Horde; whoever performs well in the attack on Icecrown Citadel will gain more space to survive in the future.
Even the humiliated Cairne Bloodhoof sent 10,000 Tauren; the mighty Darkspear Tribe absolutely cannot lag behind.
In Silvermoon City, Lor'themar Theron, the Blood Elf Regent, gazed at the ruins of Silvermoon City not far away. Just a few years ago, the Orcs had massacred Silvermoon City, and countless of his brethren had died that night, becoming food for the Orcs' army.
For the High Elves, with their long lifespans, that scene seemed like it happened just yesterday. In the cold ruins, every night one could see the wailing of wronged souls.
But Lor'themar understood even more clearly which was more important: the continuation of the race or the transcendence of the individual.
"Elune."
Lor'themar clenched his fists tightly. A long lifespan, formidable strength, handsome appearance—having already possessed all of this, Lor'themar still needed more.
"Assaulting the Frozen Throne is a good opportunity to demonstrate loyalty to Elune."
Lor'themar always acted cautiously and discreetly, remaining the least conspicuous among the Horde's generals. He believed that a long lifespan was his greatest asset.
In a few decades, the once-powerful Thrall, Vol'jin, and others will all turn to dust, and their power will vanish. At that time, the Horde's power will fall into Lor'themar's hands.
"It's not the right time yet. Although we must keep a low profile, we must not disobey the Moon Goddess's will. The Blood Elves must participate, for the sake of Azeroth."
Because of their poor reproductive ability, the High Elves have not yet recovered from the Orcs slaughter, and their numbers are small, but Lor'themar still managed to gather three thousand of his people.
Since the fall of Gnomeregan, the Gnomes, who were dependent on the Humans, had always followed the lead of the dwarves. After King Magni Bronzebeard dispatched a large army, the Gnome leader High Tinker Mekkatorque, also gathered two thousand survivors from Gnomeregan and marched into Northrend with the Humans.
After receiving Theramore 'Thrall letter, Jaina pondered for a long time, still puzzled. She went to the Archmage's Tower to consult the Guardian Aegwynn.
"My Guardian, what is the meaning of Thrall's actions?"
Aegwynn, who had been resting with her eyes closed, opened them and smiled faintly:
"Thrall is just being stubborn. He feels the Orcs have sacrificed too much, and he's staged this whole thing to help Orcs gain more benefits. His goal is to redefine the power dynamics among the various races of Azeroth. Jaina, just cooperate with Thrall once."
Jaina said with difficulty, "My Guardian, do you know what kind of people the soldiers of Theramore are? Last time I sent them to Northrend, they even scuttled through the ship."
Aegwynn scoffed and chuckled, saying:
"Jaina, sometimes you'll need to use some tactics. Everyone knows the Scourge is on the verge of collapse. You can tell those bastards that Icecrown Citadel holds a vast treasure trove, looted from the Royal Palace Lordaeron by the Scourge. They'll be more than happy to go to Northrend with you."
Jaina was overjoyed at Aegwynn's suggestion. As the saying goes, people die for money, and the soldiers of Theramore were mostly greedy adventurers.
That very night, Jaina spoke with her servants, seemingly unintentionally revealing that Arthas had taken a vast amount of Wealth from Lordaeron years ago, which was now stored in Icecrown Citadel.
The next day, Theramore was in an uproar. Countless soldiers pledged to Jaina, willing to join Thrall, the Savior, in storming the Frozen Throne and fighting to save Azeroth.
Jaina gladly accepted everyone's kindness, and the garrison of Theramore mobilized almost its entire force, gathering approximately 30,000 soldiers, the largest number among the major Alliance factions.
Undercity.
Sylvanas's eyes flashed a dangerous red light. Overjoyed by the letter Thrall had sent, she said to Antonidas beside her:
"Haha, this is a godsend! I was just worried about not having an excuse to participate in the Battle of Icecrown Citadel, but I didn't expect Thrall to ask me to send troops. As long as we kill the Lich King Arthas, are the first to storm the Scourge's laboratory, and obtain those precious experimental data, we can gain more secrets of the Undead, Forsaken's strength will surely increase further."
Antonidas frowned, asking suspiciously, "Why do I smell a conspiracy? Thrall is cunning and treacherous; I hope it's not a trap."
Sylvanas coldly replied, "Thrall relies solely on the favoritism of the Emissary, knowing we dare not touch him. The Orcs are now in their twilight years, and Thrall has few Orcs soldiers at his disposal. His only hope lies with the Argent Crusade. Hmph, do you think we'd be afraid of that dog Tirion Fordring?"
"It's best to proceed with caution in any case," Antonidas said worriedly.
Nathanos Blightcaller shrieked, "Antonidas, you're getting more and more cowardly! Don't you want the Scourge's superior Undead magic?"
Sylvanas pondered for a long time, then said with an imposing air:
"This operation is extremely important. For us Forsaken, this is our only chance to change our Destiny. We must gamble it. The Forsaken are determined to succeed."
Sylvanas deployed all of Undercity's elite forces, with 20,000 troops openly deployed and another 20,000 operating covertly, and also used the Plague newly developed by the Royal Apothecary Society.
For the Alliance and other races of the Horde, this was a war to redraw the boundaries of Azeroth, but for the Forsaken, it was a life-or-death struggle where their Destiny were at stake.
Apart from the Night Elf race, who vehemently denied participating in the war against the Scourge, the various races of the Alliance and Horde sent soldiers of varying numbers after receiving Thrall's letter.
As various Horde of the Alliance and Horde gradually arrived in Northrend, the first to reach the Argent Crusade camp were the Draenei.
In Northrend, under the bright sunshine, a milky-white spaceship landed near the Argent Crusade camp. This high-tech spaceship, capable of traversing space, stood in stark contrast to the dilapidated camp.
After conquering Tempest Keep, the Draenei obtained some parts from the Tempest Keep and, with the guidance of the Naaru, pieced together a small spaceship, which they named the Burning Legion's Demise.
The streamlined spaceship, carrying five thousand Draenei warriors, was the first to arrive near Icecrown Citadel. As the ship's hatch opened, squads of well-equipped Draenei soldiers stepped onto the land of Northrend.