The shadow of war looms over Uldum.
Night falls, and the stars shine.
Under the dazzling starlight, King Faoris led the Ramkahen to surround the Lost City of the Tol'vir.
The Astral Obelisk shimmered with light, and the power of the stars governed the Ramkahen people.
King Faoris, ambitious and sizing up the city before him.
It's described as a fortified fortress, but it's actually just a low wall. Uldum has sparse vegetation, making it difficult to find enough timber.
Correspondingly, the Ramkahen also lacked siege weapons, possessing only some simple ladders.
Thrall rode on King Faoris's back, Doomhammer left countless fist-sized blood sacs on the King's head.
"Foolish King Faoris, Azeroth is on the verge of destruction, Neferset is the culprit behind Azeroth. No one can afford to slacken their efforts; give it your all and fight for Azeroth with your blood and flesh."
King Faoris, tears streaming down his face from the pain, swore, "Great Savior, your wish will surely be granted! Tonight we will conquer the lost city, or I will offer my head!"
"Very good, saving Azeroth requires courage like yours," Thrall grinned.
As the ancient war drums sounded, the Ramkahen launched their Charge. The vanguard of the Ramkahen reached the foot of the city walls, where they were quickly killed by the Neferset soldiers. However, they stood firm, providing a foothold for the troops behind them.
Ramkahen, stepping over the corpses, repeated this Charge.
After paying the price of thousands of lives, the corpses piled up into a long slope, the highest point of which was almost level with the city wall, allowing the soldiers behind to rush directly onto the wall.
In the wars of Uldum, walls were never important.
Neferset was prepared and abandoned the city walls, engaging in fierce street fighting with the Ramkahen, with shouts of battle echoing throughout the city.
King Faoris took the water offered by the guard and drank it down his throat, a slightly puzzled expression on his face.
"Neferset always avoids night battles with us. Whenever I launch an attack at night, they surrender the Lost City, only to retake it during the day. That's where the Lost City's name comes from. Strange, how could Takahen make such a mistake?"
High Priest Ament whispered, "This is to our advantage. Neferset's numbers are far fewer than ours, and with the encouragement of the stars, Ramkahen's morale is high. It won't be long before Neferset's lines collapse."
King Faoris glanced furtively at Thrall and the resurrected Ra-den in the distance.
Ra-den sat on the sand, devouring a Ramkahen soldier. At Ra-den's feet lay a mountain of bones, even more numerous than those of the fallen on the front lines.
Thrall and Vol'jin were feasting around a large pot, while a Priest Ramkahen stared wide-eyed at the bubbling water.
"I feel something's wrong with Ra-den," King Faoris said worriedly. "I hope he returns to Pandaria soon."
As expected, good news soon came from the front: under Ramkahen's powerful offensive, Neferset's formation finally collapsed, and the soldiers fled towards the center of the city.
King Faoris ordered his soldiers to surround the city center, determined not to let a single Neferset escape.
A tremendous earthquake shook the city, and a towering colossal statue appeared in the city center.
The colossus was enveloped in a golden flame, like a beacon in the darkness, igniting any approaching enemies.
King Faoris was not surprised; he knew Neferset had several trump cards up his sleeve.
"This should be Neferset's last resort," King Faoris sneered.
High Priest Ament said solemnly, "Your King, I will go and oversee the battle immediately."
As a high Priest, Ament knew how to deal with the colossus. Faoris nodded, Ament disappeared into the night.
King Faoris stood on high ground, gazing at the battle in the city center, and felt a sense of exhilaration.
The great cause of unifying the Tol'vir is about to be accomplished.
Before long, the flames on the giant elephant's surface largely disappeared, and with countless nooses binding its body, it crashed to the ground with a roar from the combined efforts of the soldiers, to the cheers of the Ramkahen people.
King Faoris's lips curled into a smile; he knew he was the victor.
Suddenly, chaos erupted in the city center, with countless soldiers letting out their final screams.
"What happened?"
King Faoris led his Personal Guard up the ramp of corpses to the city wall, where a group of strange Neferset rushed out from the city center.
They were enormous, their bodies seemingly cast from obsidian, impervious to swords and spears. Wielding massive weapons, their eyes blazed like torches, and their mouths spewed fire as they slaughtered Ramkahen's soldiers as easily as slicing melons and chopping vegetables.
Limbs were scattered everywhere, and blood flowed like a river on the ground. Under the starlight, Ramkahen was fearless, but courage could not stop this terrible monster. The power of the stars became Ramkahen's death knell.
King Faoris' hands trembled uncontrollably. He knew the enemy was unstoppable and that retreat was necessary, but he hesitated because he had sworn an oath to Thrall.
A brief moment of hesitation led to the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers.
High Priest Ament, covered in blood, retreated to the King's side and shouted:
"Neferset has been freed from the Curse of Flesh and has returned to his ancient form. Quickly, go and ask Ra-den for help."
"What did you say? The Curse of Flesh? How is that possible?" King Faoris was stunned for a long time.
"Your King, there is no time," Ament urged.
"Yes, yes, please, Ra-den, hold on! Victory is ours!"
Piles of bones lay scattered on the ground, a large cauldron lay overturned, and Ra-den, Thrall, and Vol'jin were all gone.
"What a bunch of hopeless idiots! Why would I fight for a bunch of useless trash?" Ra-den's tall figure ran across the desert, with Thrall and Vol'jin perched on his shoulders.
Thrall chuckled and said, "King Faoris used us to unify the three Tol'vir tribes, but he doesn't know that we are actually using him. How far are we from the Ramkahen City?"
Ra-den grinned. "We're almost there, the jewel of Uldum, the beautiful Ramkahen City."
Thrall said smugly, "Ramkahen's soldiers are all in the Lost City. King Faoris would never guess that my target is actually his city and his people."
Under the hazy night sky, a large city loomed in and out of sight.
At the confluence of two rivers stands a beautiful city.
Ramkahen, the largest city in Uldum, is home to over 300,000 Tol'vir.
In a designated open space north of Ramkahen, a group of people were already waiting.
Leading the group was a young man from the Caverns of Time, followed by dozens of trembling Dalaran Mages.
Thrall, as usual, grabbed a Dalaran Mages, bit off his throat, and then remembered that he had already eaten dinner. He casually tossed the corpse aside.
The young man glanced at the corpse on the ground and said disdainfully, "The mages of Dalaran are indeed useless. As agreed, the Caverns of Time provided the Savior with ten thousand Orcs soldiers, Portal was already prepared."
Thrall looked back and saw a large group of Orcs emerging from the Portal, a dark mass in the night.
Pointing to the slumbering city before him, Thrall laughed loudly, "Ramkahen, the Orcs' food supply depot. I've said it before, the lowly Tol'vir are nothing but food."