Countless Infernal crashed into the ground, creating craters one after another. Towering Infernal crawled out from the bottom of the craters, letting out terrifying roars in all directions.
The allied forces of various races surrounding Icecrown Citadel thought the Scourge was doomed and this would be a relaxing and enjoyable trip, but they never expected the Burning Legion to suddenly descend.
When the Infernal fell to the ground, the surrounding temperature rose rapidly, igniting everything flammable. Many people didn't even have time to see these terrifying monsters before they were turned into fireballs.
The burning heat filled the air with a terrifyingly high temperature, making it impossible to breathe or escape; it felt as if one was breathing in fire, and many soldiers began to burn from within their bodies.
Faced with the terrifying Infernal, the Draenei, who were most familiar with the Burning Legion, were the first to collapse, either fleeing in all directions like headless flies or kneeling on the ground begging for their lives.
The Prophet Velen taught the Draenei many things, including patience and kindness, and unwavering loyalty to the Holy Light, but he never taught them how to fight the Burning Legion.
The Tauren rampaged around, initially emitting an enticing aroma as it was roasted in the extremely hot Infernal, but it quickly turned into charred remains.
The Darkspear Tribe, the rogue Legions of Theramore, the Argent Crusade, and the slave army bought by King Varian —all were instantly burned to ashes after the Infernal descended, their ashes scattered by the wind as if they had never existed.
The Blood Elves put up a fierce resistance, but their superior archery skills were ineffective against the Infernal, and they were quickly Infernal to the bone.
The elite Forsaken Legion united in battle and bravely fought against the Burning Legion, but unfortunately the gap between the two sides was simply too great. Sylvanas's 20,000 carefully trained soldiers, whom she had patiently endured for many years, were thus completely exhausted.
The Dwarf and Gnome soldiers met a similar tragic end. Although they thought of retreating immediately, they were quickly overtaken by the Infernal and left only ashes.
The leaders of the Alliance and the Horde stood on the Frozen Throne, watching helplessly as their soldiers were mercilessly slaughtered. In less than a quarter of an hour, only countless Infernal and the raging flames of the Legion remained around the Frozen Throne.
"Oh my god, what happened? How did the Burning Legion get here?"
Tirion Fordring gripped his hair tightly. The Argent Crusade, which he had painstakingly built up, once numbered over a hundred thousand at its peak, now had only a thousand elite soldiers left in Icecrown Citadel.
Magni Bronzebeard, his face pale, said coldly, "Tirion Fordring, don't you understand? It was Thrall who betrayed us to the Burning Legion."
"The Burning Legion? Why is this happening? I served the Orcs loyally and tirelessly, betraying countless humans. Even Thrall praised my high moral character. I am not reconciled!"
Tirion Fordring looked aggrieved, almost on the verge of tears.
Vol'jin, standing to the side, gritted his teeth in hatred. "Stop your tears, Tirion Fordring! Who can match my loyalty to Thrall? Look what I've gained!"
Velen clutched his hair in anguish, muttering, "Why is this happening? I can't believe this is real. Thrall was so kind and benevolent. Orcs are a great race. The Holy Light wouldn't deceive me. This must be an illusion created by the Lich King."
Sylvanas kicked Velen in the head. "Foolish Velen, wake up! Your Draenei are all dead, all dead!"
Velen refused to accept reality, sitting on the ground and forcefully closing his eyes. "No, no, what I see is all an illusion. Holy Light, please save me from this false illusion."
Jaina's eyes darted around, and she cried out in surprise:
"Hurry, Thrall is trying to wipe us out completely; we're all going to die."
Jaina hurriedly opened the Portal, only to be surprised to find that the space had already been sealed off, making it impossible to cast a teleportation spell.
"Oh no, oh no, what should we do?" Jaina stamped her feet in desperation.
Cairne Bloodhoof slumped to the ground, weeping, "Are we Tauren willing to be food for the Orcs, or will they still not let us go?"
Magni Bronzebeard utterly desperate. He had already prepared several Titans Relics to deal with the Horde's various schemes and tricks.
However, against the overwhelming power of the Burning Legion, the Titans Relics were completely useless.
Faced with such a desperate situation, Sylvanas stepped forward and declared, "This is not the most hopeless moment yet. At this critical juncture, we should unite and fight to the death with Thrall!"
The Undead Varian shook his head in despair and said with a bitter smile, "Fight? How can our fragile bodies possibly contend with the terrifying Infernal? We can't."
Sylvanas's almond-shaped eyes widened as she roared, "Varian, you incompetent piece of trash! What use are you? Die!"
Whoosh!
Sylvanas fired an arrow—a terrifying magical arrow. Varian stared blankly at his own chest as his body exploded, leaving no trace of his remains.
Looking around at the stunned leaders, Sylvanas declared loudly:
"You are all leaders revered by all. Even if you must die, die with dignity. Fight the Burning Legion!"
At the gates of Icecrown Citadel, Thrall, his scheme accomplished, greeted the Burning Legion's general with a sinister smile.
Orgrimmar no longer has many qualified Orcs soldiers, and although Elune, protects them, Thrall is not at ease.
After the Scourge is destroyed, it's likely that both the Alliance and the various Horde factions will take advantage of the Orcs' misfortune.
To reverse this unfavorable situation, Thrall lured the elites of the Alliance and Horde to Icecrown Citadel, and then used the Burning Legion to wipe them out. After the Burning Legion descended, it would destroy all intelligent races in Azeroth, leaving only the Orcs.
Although cooperating with the Burning Legion was risky, Thrall had no choice. For the sake of the Orcs' Destiny and for his own power, he had to take a gamble.
A massive figure, as large as a small mountain, arrived before Icecrown Citadel. The fully armed Pit Lord Magtheridon surveyed the towering, dark fortress before him and slowly spoke:
"So this is the Scourge's stronghold, the very place that has caused our Burning Legion so much trouble? Hmph, the Scourge's base on Argus World remains impregnable, while I have already arrived at their headquarters."
Everyone believed that Magtheridon died in Outland, but wise people know that Demons do not truly die; once their physical bodies are destroyed, they can easily be resurrected in the Twisting Nether.
When Magtheridon was imprisoned and unable to escape, he suffered endless humiliation and torture. It was Thrall who instigated a group of adventurers to kill Magtheridon, which in effect helped Magtheridon escape from his cage. It was because of this favor that Magtheridon was willing to cooperate with Thrall.
Thrall grinned widely and said, "Honorable Pit Lord, Arthas is on the Frozen Throne. As long as the Lich King is killed, the Scourge will surely be destroyed."
Magtheridon brandished his War Glaive and said:
"Then what are we waiting for? I can't wait to see Arthas fall. Without the protection of the Scourge, Azeroth will surely burn fiercely. The Alliance and the Horde, hmph, are a bunch of useless trash."
Magtheridon led the Charge, leading a massive Infernal into Icecrown Citadel.