Inspired by Sylvanas, and especially after witnessing the gruesome death of the Undead Varian, the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde were finally able to unite.
Only Velen remained seated on the ground, eyes closed, motionless, his face filled with piety, murmuring:
"Merciful Holy Light, I am willing to accept this cruel test. Everything before me is an illusion, a test of my mind by the Holy Light. No matter if mountains crumble, oceans dry up, or the world ends, my devotion to the Holy Light will never change. Let the illusions come even more fiercely!"
Sylvanas slapped Velen hard across the face in anger, but he remained unmoved, chanting, "Everything is a test of the Holy Light, like a dream, fleeting and ephemeral. The cycle of life begins anew, and the world turns, but my heart remains unmoved."
"Is Prophet Velen a fool?" Sylvanas shouted angrily.
One of Velen's guards sighed, "When the Orcs conquered Shattrath City, we Draenei had a chance to fight back, but unfortunately, Velen was just like that. He did nothing, watching helplessly as the Draenei were slaughtered by the Orcs, and he even smiled with satisfaction."
It turns out that during his tens of thousands of years of escape, Velen had undergone countless trials of the Holy Light. In countless illusions, he saw the annihilation of the Draenei countless times, with his relatives and friends falling before him. He could no longer distinguish between illusion and reality, taking everything as a test of the Holy Light.
Sylvanas sighed, rubbing her forehead. No wonder the Draenei were so miserable; their leader was a madman. She could only helplessly say to the guard:
"Your leader is a useless piece of trash. Ignore him. The Burning Legion has already invaded. I need all the Draenei to take up arms and fight the Burning Legion to the death."
The Draenei guard looked puzzled, his eyes wide as he asked, "But how can we fight without Velen's leadership?"
Sylvanas asked in confusion, "Don't you hate the Burning Legion?"
The Draenei guards retorted, "While we hate the Burning Legion, we can only fight under the leadership of Prophet Velen. Without Velen's orders, we do nothing."
Sylvanas laughed out of anger, "Heh, no wonder the Draenei so miserable, you're all useless trash."
The Draenei guard glared at Sylvanas and protested loudly:
"We Draenei created a great civilization with a history of over fifty thousand years. How dare you call us trash? I warn you, never trample on the dignity of the Draenei."
The Burning Legion was about to invade, so Sylvanas abandoned her pointless argument with the Draenei.
The Draenei were originally the Eredar of Argus, one of the most powerful races in the universe, whose fighting prowess was no less than that of the Burning Legion.
Sylvanas had originally intended to rely on the Draenei as the main force, but now she could not count on them at all. Without the orders of Prophet Velen, the thousand elite Draenei soldiers were as panicked and disorganized as quails.
Sylvanas had no choice but to send the Tauren and Forsaken to the front lines, commanding the elite forces of each race to fight the Burning Legion.
Besides Infernal, Magtheridon also commands large groups of Doomguards, Legion Guards, and Felhound.
Upon contact with the Burning Legion, the Legion Guards raised their Battle Axes, and the Tauren troops were the first to collapse. Cairne Bloodhoof led the escape, and the group of tall creatures scattered like headless flies, quickly being routed by the Burning Legion. Only Cairne managed to escape back to the Frozen Throne.
The Tauren's defeat enraged Sylvanas, who could only send a thousand elite Dwarves to take Tauren place.
The Dwarves did not disappoint Sylvanas; wielding Battle Axes, Dwarf bravely fought against the Burning Legion.
Unfortunately, the difference in strength between the two sides was too great. Before long, most of the Forsaken and Dwarves were wiped out. Subsequently, the soldiers of Theramore, Blood Elves, the Darkspear Tribe, Gnomes and other races were defeated one after another, their formations quickly collapsed, and large numbers of soldiers were slaughtered.
Sylvanas and the leaders of the various races returned to the Frozen Throne, and everyone was plunged into despair. Suddenly, High Tinker Mekkatorque screamed, pointing at Arthas was frozen in ice:
"He's laughing, he's clearly mocking us?"
Only then did everyone realize that "Arthas" in the Frost had taken off his helmet at some point, revealing the face of a young man with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.
Tirion Fordring was surprised to find that Arthas looked very much like his son Taelan. Of course, Taelan was now an Undead, while Arthas on the throne was clearly a human.
The situation was dire, Tirion Fordring shook his head, deciding not to think about it anymore.
Rumble.
The Burning Legion's army captured Icecrown Citadel, and Magtheridon and Thrall, with a large number of the Legion soldiers, ascended the Frozen Throne.
The leaders of the Alliance and the Horde looked grim; they knew that life and death rested in Thrall's hands, and they awaited Thrall judgment.
Thrall, beaming with pride, looked at the assembled leaders and proclaimed loudly:
"The Scourge has been destroyed, and you have lost your value. Don't you understand? If it weren't for the Scourge Arthas, this formidable threat, the Orcs would have unified Azeroth long ago. Haha, our long-cherished wish has finally come true."
Cairne Bloodhoof said with a fawning expression, "Great Savior, we Tauren have always been your loyal servants, and will continue to provide the Orcs with high-quality beef."
Thrall whispered to Magtheridon for a while, then Thrall and said:
"Very good, Cairne Bloodhoof. I am very satisfied with your loyalty. The Legion has a Devolution Potion that can cause the Tauren's brains to shrink, losing their ability to walk upright and think. You will become a new breed of livestock, dedicated to providing meat and dairy products for the Orcs."
Cairne Bloodhoof froze, weakly arguing, "Doing that would be tantamount to wiping out the Tauren race."
Thrall's eyes widened, and he roared menacingly, "What, Cairne, you want more? It seems I must teach you a lesson so you'll understand the Orcs' mercy and greatness."
Several strong Legion soldiers rushed over and easily subdued Cairne Bloodhoof.
Magtheridon waved his hand, and the Legion soldiers erected a tall wooden frame. Spikes pierced Cairne Bloodhoof's hands and feet, pinning him to the frame to await his death.
Seeing Cairne Bloodhoof's fate, none of the leaders dared to utter a sound. Thrall looked at Vol'jin and chuckled, "Vol'jin, thanks to your help over the years, you've given me many good ideas. I know your ambitions, and now it's time to settle accounts with you."
Vol'jin immediately knelt on the ground, pleading, "Great Savior, I'll do anything for you, even be your dog like Grommash Hellscream, just to save my life."
Thrall grinned and said:
"In consideration of your unwavering loyalty, I may spare some members of the Darkspear Tribe. After taking the Devolution Potion, the Darkspear Tribe will become loyal hounds, herding the Tauren for us. Be grateful for the Orcs' mercy. But as for you, Vol'jin, you know far too much."
Magtheridon did the same, nailing Vol'jin to a wooden frame to await his death.
Unwilling to surrender, Sylvanas suddenly let out Banshee's shriek, leaped high into the air, and drew her bow to shoot an arrow.
Since Thrall was hiding behind the Legion soldiers, Sylvanas's target could only be the Pit Lord Magtheridon.