As the Abominations scattered and fled, the elite Forsaken archers also performed poorly, their arrows weak and inaccurate.
The Forsaken archers were all High Elves of Silvermoon City in life. On that bloody night, they were torn apart and eaten alive by Orcs, and their fear of Orcs was buried deep in their hearts.
When the Orcs army appeared behind them, unsure whether they were friend or foe, and without their commander's orders, fear instantly gripped their hearts.
In contrast, the Bloodfang Worgen, inspired by the Scythe of Elune, charged into the Forsaken's lines like a true pack of wolves. The Forsaken were routed, powerless to resist, and could only retreat continuously.
Lyral commanded the Bloodfang Worgen to flank the orcs from three sides, driving the Forsaken towards Orcs.
The Orcs landing was only halfway complete when General Nazgrim looked on in bewilderment at the Forsaken army retreating like a tide.
Before this, the Orcs and the Forsaken had fought together, but they were only able to remain at peace under Sylvanas's leadership.
Now, their leader Cairne Bloodhoof, is gripped by fear and unable to command the battle, Forsaken Legion utterly incapacitated.
The Orcs Legion, which had been arranged in formation, was thrown into disarray by the chaotic charge. Many Orcs went berserk, swinging their Battle Axes at the Forsaken indiscriminately.
General Nazgrim looked back at the large number of Bloodfang Worgen, these upright giant wolves that could crush ordinary Undead soldiers with a single slap. Knowing that the situation was hopeless, Nazgrim disregarded the Half-Orcs that had come ashore and hurriedly fled to the ship to direct the fleet to retreat.
It was a one-sided massacre; the bones of the Forsaken soldiers piled up like mountains, and countless Restless Souls wandered everywhere. The Bloodfang Worgen won a complete victory.
Just as Cairne Bloodhoof was in despair, the Teleportation Rune hidden in his chest activated, and Cairne was teleported back to Undercity.
Undercity.
Upon receiving news of Cairne Bloodhoof's defeat, Nathanos Blightcaller was overjoyed and rushed to the throne to loudly report to Sylvanas:
"Your Majesty, Cairne Bloodhoof is a complete idiot! He suffered a defeat in Gilneas City, and the Forsaken. Your Majesty, that damned Tauren must be punished."
Sylvanas lowered her head, seemingly preoccupied. Only after hearing the Blightcaller's report did she slowly raise her head and say unhurriedly, "I know everything. You go down first. Make sure to keep the Kor'kron elites in Undercity in check, and absolutely do not let them notice anything."
Nathanos hastily took his leave. After Garrosh returned from Stormwind City, he dispatched the Kor'kron Guard to various Horde factions, ostensibly for protection, but in reality for surveillance.
Watching the departing figure of the Blightcaller, Antonidas shook his head in disappointment and said, "I never expected that Cairne Bloodhoof would suffer a defeat. How did the Orcs know about our military operation?"
Sylvanas retorted sharply, "I didn't report to Garrosh because I was worried the Orcs would send troops and ruin our plans. That big idiot Garrosh, if it weren't for his greed, Gilneas would already be Horde territory."
Antonidas said worriedly, "Your Majesty, as long as the Kingdom of Gilneas remains, it will always be a threat to Undercity. We cannot give up now."
Sylvanas pondered for a long time and said:
"Gilneas's defeat was due not only to the unexpected appearance of the Orcs, but also to the unity of the Bloodfang Worgen. I initially thought they were just a group of ordinary Worgen who had lost their minds, but it turned out to be an organized army. The alpha wolf, Lyral, established the Wolf Worship Cult and found a way to restore the Worgen's sanity. If we had known this information earlier, we wouldn't have suffered such a crushing defeat today."
Antonidas nodded. "Lyral's actions are so discreet that even King Genn Greymane was deceived."
Sylvanas paced back and forth around the throne, whispering, "Lyral's unexpected rise is a threat to us Forsaken, but an even greater threat to King Greymane."
Antonidas suddenly realized, "Your Majesty, what do you mean?"
Sylvanas smiled slightly and said:
"The Bloodfang Worgen have just come from a great battle and are at their most exhausted. Greymane Fortress has over ten thousand soldiers stationed there, but they lack heavy weapons. Antonidas, send some of our siege weapons to King Greymane; he knows what to do."
The struggle for royal power has always been brutal, and usually there is no distinction between Justice and Evil.
King Greymane had been closely following the war, and when the Bloodfang Worgen achieved a complete victory, Greymane was the one who was most unsettled, secretly conspiring with Prince Liam.
"Lyral found a way for the Worgen to regain their sanity, but he didn't tell me, the King. Instead, he secretly established the Wolf Worship Cult. This is a betrayal of Gilneas, and it cannot be forgiven."
Prince Liam grumbled discontentedly, "Lyral is ambitious and only cares about power. If this Bloodfang Worgen army were to serve us, what would the Forsaken be to fear? We might even be able to unify the Eastern Kingdoms."
King Greymane shook his head in disappointment. "I thought Lyral was just a scholar, but I was wrong. It's just that the royal city is fortified, built like an iron barrel, and the Bloodfang Worgen are numerous; we are helpless."
Just as the father and son were sighing in despair, Sylvanas sent an envoy with a large quantity of siege equipment. Prince Liam immediately said, "Father, this is an attempt to sow discord."
King Greymane eyed the heavy weapons with longing. "Yes, but this is our only chance. Gilneas can only belong to the Greymane Family."
Prince Liam asked worriedly, "Father, are we sure we can succeed?"
King Greymane chuckled and said in a gloomy tone:
"I still have a trump card up my sleeve. As long as the alpha wolf Lyral, dies, the Wolf Worship Cult will inevitably fall apart. Without its leader, the Bloodfang Worgen will be nothing more than a bunch of foolish farmers."
Cathedral of the Dawn of the Holy Light.
After the war with the Forsaken ended, the alpha wolf Lyral commanded the Bloodfang Worgen to clean up the Battlefield, repair the damaged walls, heal the wounded, and so on.
After everything was arranged, Lyral returned to the Cathedral of the Dawn of the Holy Light, planted the Scythe of Elune on the Altar, and finally succumbed to his sleep.
Robbie hid the soundly sleeping Lyral in the basement and used Undead magic to create a fake Lyral.
As night fell, a mysterious figure appeared—a semi-transparent Ghost Wolf, appearing and disappearing in the darkness, stealthily sneaking into the Cathedral of the Dawn of the Holy Light.
The Ghost Wolf saw "Lyral" below the Altar, quietly went up and bit off his neck, sucking all his blood. Just as it was about to leave, it was suddenly attracted by the Scythe of Elune on the Altar.
The Ghost Wolf unconsciously walked towards the Scythe of Elune, muttering to itself:
"The call of the Moon Goddess, the enlightenment of the gods, the beautiful moonlight, my love, beautiful Tyrande, is it you? This time I will not refuse."
The Ghost Wolf changed, transforming into a semi-transparent Night Elf male.
Robbie appeared behind the Scythe of Elune and asked in a low voice, "Who are you? Who turned you into this?"
The man answered unconsciously, "My name is Avel. I died tragically at the hands of Demons in ancient times, but the Elune granted me a new life."
The so-called rebirth is nothing more than this ghostly appearance.
Robbie continued, "Who ordered you to come?"
The man mumbled, "It's King Greymane. He's going to attack the capital tonight. The Forsaken have sent siege equipment."