Shattrath City.
The city center's Naru Adar suddenly became bright, causing a stir among the residents of Shattrath City, before returning to normal after a while.
After Illidan fell at the Black Temple, Outland effectively became the domain of the Holy Light, with the Naaru A'dal as its true leader, secretly controlling the various races of Outland.
The commotion at the Dark Portal did not escape A'dal's notice; a group of heroes from Azeroth entered Outland, a challenge to A'dal and even the Army of the Light.
The Naaru valued their reputation highly and needed to maintain a semblance of peace. A'dal, of course, would not take the initiative to attack, so he contacted Akama the Broken of the Black Temple.
After defeating Illidan, Akama and his Broken became the masters of the Black Temple. When A'dal's light descended, Akama hurriedly prostrated himself on the ground, fawningly saying:
"Great A'dal, it is my honor that you have graced the Black Temple with your presence. What are your commands? Akama swears to serve you to the death."
A'dal's majestic voice echoed within the Black Temple:
"Akama, I sense an Evil force crossing the Dark Portal. Though they call themselves heroes, their hands are stained with blood. If left unchecked, they will surely bring carnage to Outland. I need you to take the necessary measures."
The cunning Akama rolled his eyes, deliberately making things difficult:
"Great A'dal, my heart is devoted to the Holy Light, but after the battle at the Black Temple, the Broken are few in number, and can hardly withstand another war."
A'dal knew Akama well enough to ask deliberately, "Is that so, poor Akama? Are you sure you want to refuse this great honor?"
Akama replied weakly, "Great A'dal, by the Holy Light, I am very willing to serve you, but I am truly powerless."
A'dal said regretfully, "Alright, I promise you. It's a great pity. The invaders brought a lot of resources. Not to mention the priceless treasures, the Tough Jerky and grain alone would be enough to feed the Black Temple for a hundred years."
Akama's face turned ashen upon hearing this, filled with regret. He hurriedly said, "Great A'dal, I suddenly remembered! The Ashtongue Deathsworn have just expanded their army; they are strong enough to handle a war."
A'dal had no intention of making things difficult for this Broken, and said with a smile:
"Akama, suffering soul, I know your difficulties. The Broken have already suffered too many sacrifices; we cannot afford to lose any more. Go, bring out those corpses hidden beneath the ice; I need them to serve me."
Akama asked in surprise, "Is it finally their turn to come in handy?"
A'dal said slowly, "The Holy Light will illuminate everything. I sense their souls wandering in the dark lands. Let the souls of the departed return to their bodies to fight for us."
Akama asked cautiously, "Will that corpse also be resurrected?"
After a long silence, A'dal finally responded, "The Holy Light is merciful; give him a chance."
Beyond the Dark Portal lies Hellfire Peninsula, an incredibly desolate world with sparse vegetation, almost no rivers, and a fiery red sky that paints the earth crimson.
A straight continent stretched into the distance. Jaina's delicate little leather boots landed on the ground, and she was surprised to find a thick layer of bones beneath the soil.
Thrall, beaming with pride and self-satisfaction, loudly boasted:
"This is the Path of Glory, paved with the bones of the Draenei. Haha, I've heard from the Veterans that Draenei bones are incredibly hard, like stone, and don't easily decay. They're excellent building materials."
Countless Draenei skeletons paved this road, a symbol of the Orcs' great glory. Sylvanas considered using Undead magic to resurrect these skeletons, but she could not sense the Draenei souls.
The Emissary scoffed, "The souls of the Draenei are food for the Naaru; you won't find them."
Sylvanas felt a deep sense of regret. The Draenei were one of the most outstanding races in the universe, and if they could be resurrected to serve her, conquering Azeroth would not be difficult.
The caravan moved slowly along the Path of Glory. Hellfire Peninsula was clearly not a suitable place to settle down, and their destination was the lush and fertile Nagrand.
As they passed through a canyon, the Emissary suddenly sensed something and hurriedly stopped the convoy.
The Emissary paid no heed to the various races and forces of Outland. Ever since Illidan fell at the Black Temple and the Illidari were imprisoned by Maiev the Watchers, the fragmented Outland had become utterly vulnerable.
"Show yourself, I have seen you," the Emissary said coldly.
At the edge of the cliff, a towering Infernal appeared, ten times the size of an ordinary Infernal, its raging blue Flames scorching the surrounding rocks.
"Infernal Supremus? Wasn't he already dead in the Black Temple?"
The Emissary's expression was grim. This Infernal was created by the Pit Lord Magtheridon, but Magtheridon didn't have enough energy to make it move. Later, "Illidan" took over the Black Temple and, with incredible power, made him the protector of the Black Temple.
Infernal Supremus roared in fury, "Flame, heed my call!"
A blue wall of fire appeared, surging towards the convoy loaded with supplies like a tide.
"Jaina!" the Emissary commanded.
Jaina quickly cast a spell, summoning an ice wall to block the blue wall of fire.
The Emissary frowned, and to avoid any unforeseen complications, hurriedly ordered, "It's just an Infernal; destroy it."
Supremus said in a deep voice, "I am not fighting alone."
The cliffs on both sides were crowded with people, and one terrifying figure after another appeared, grinning as they looked down at the convoy below.
High Warlord Naj'entus, Gurtogg Bloodboil, Teron Gorefiend, Highmother Shahraz, and many other renowned generals under Illidan have all come to life, along with a vast number of Black Temple soldiers, an overwhelming, dark mass that stretches as far as the eye can see.
"Who resurrected them?" The Emissary sensed a conspiracy.
"Kill them all!" Gurtogg Bloodboil, the most hot-tempered of them all, was the first to Charge.
With bloodlust surging through the air, the resurrected soldiers of the Black Temple launched their Charge.
Thrall, King Varian, Sylvanas, and others are all heroes of Azeroth, the most remarkable figures, whose vision is far beyond that of ordinary people.
"Champions of Azeroth, Charge!"
Thrall shouted the Charge, and his trusted Orcs soldiers roared as they met the enemy. Thrall, meanwhile, carefully retreated, searching for a gap to escape through.
Jaina immediately realized that they were doomed after being ambushed, and that futile resistance would only result in futile sacrifices. While directing the soldiers of Theramore to resist, she secretly fled.
They truly deserve to be called the greatest heroes. The leaders all thought of the same thing, and the soldiers fought bravely, creating an opportunity for their escape.
Akama stood atop the cliff, watching the fleeing heroes of Azeroth with a look of disdain.
Beside Akama stood a handsome High Elf man, his golden hair flowing in the wind, his bright eyes gazing at the scene before him with an incredibly complex expression.
Akama asked coldly, "Will you let them escape, Prince Kael'thas?"
The High Elf man narrowed his eyes slightly, a dangerous aura emanating from him, and said in a cold voice:
"Not a single one will escape."