The Prophet Voren'thal awoke from his coma.
The Aldor leader, High Priestess Ishanah, sat before his bed, the usually aggressive Draenei woman showing a rare tenderness in her gaze.
"Voren'thal, you're called Prophet by the Blood Elves, can't you see the situation? Thrall's goal is to weaken Shattrath and weaken the Blood Elves."
The Scryers and Aldor are sworn enemies, yet today they are united against a common foe.
Voren'thal stared blankly at the top of the tent, and said wearily, "Now that things have come to this, do I have a choice?"
Ishanah advised, "Let's retreat. Admit our mistake to A'dal, and we still have a chance."
"I am Prophet, I cannot be looked down upon." Voren'thal struggled to his feet. "My people await me, I cannot abandon them."
Ishanah frowned. "Why are you being so stupid? With Thrall constantly causing trouble, we can't possibly win."
"Orcs!"
Voren'thal retorted, "Ishanah, the Orcs nearly wiped out the Draenei, why don't you think of revenge? Why doesn't Prophet Velen seek justice for his people?"
Ishanah's expression hardened, and she murmured, "Some things are better left unsaid. It's not that I don't want to, but that I can't."
Voren'thal sighed, "Back then, when the Orcs were driven to the brink by the Scourge, my king Anasterian Sunstrider analyzed the situation. The Burning Legion and the Army of the Light protected the Orcs, and the Orcs represented the fairness and Justice of Azeroth. If the Blood Elves wanted to survive, they had no choice but to stand with the Orcs."
"Then Silvermoon City was brutally slaughtered by the Orcs." Recalling the Draenei were also brutally slaughtered, Ishanah's eyes welled up with tears.
"The Prophet Velen held the same view back then, which nearly led to the extinction of the Draenei. Perhaps we shouldn't be so fixated on this!"
"There is no way to survive by going against the Orcs," Voren'thal stated firmly. "We know the Orcs are brutal and ruthless, but we cannot resist. The only way is to compromise and yield. That is true wisdom, and as leaders, we should see further than others."
"So you betrayed Prince Kael'thas." Ishanah said with a bitter smile, "We're just cowards after all, lacking the courage to resist. Fine, I'll be a coward with you this once."
Who is the warrior, and who is the coward?
Perhaps, Prince Kael'thas, who dared to rebel against the Orcs, was the true warrior.
Voren'thal suddenly had an absurd idea, then shook his head, trying to banish it from his mind.
Kael'thas was ultimately not a qualified leader.
With the Shattrath Aldor officially joining the war, High Priestess Isana selected three hundred elite shamans to build an altar.
To avoid repeating the same mistake, Archmage Rommath led 30,000 Blood Elves to surround the Altar, forbidding anyone from approaching.
On the platform at the entrance to Tempest Keep, Kael'thas, his eyes bloodshot, directed the Blood Elves to clean up the Battlefield. He hadn't had a good night's sleep since the start of the war.
Many Blood Elves didn't have time to take off their armor and fell into a deep sleep against the wall. After days of fighting, all the soldiers were exhausted.
Before they could wash away the bloodstains, the scouts sounded the alarm.
Kael'thas hurriedly raised his telescope and saw a large number of adventurers stepping through the Void, walking step by step toward Tempest Keep.
There were too many of them, a dense, dark mass, including various races from the Alliance and Horde, as well as many native races from Outland.
"They can fly? How did they do that?" Kael'thas asked, his eyes bloodshot with anxiety.
Robbie stared at it for a while, then said, "This is Shaman's Mass Levitation. Ordinary levitation spells don't have this effect. It must be related to that Altar."
Twenty thousand Aldor adventurers poured out of the camp, heading menacingly towards Tempest Keep, while Kael'thas commanded the Spellbreakers to dispel the magic.
The levitation spell was easily dispelled, and thousands of adventurers fell into the bottomless Abyss, but the Spellbreaker also exhausted his mana.
Kael'thas could only awaken the weary Blood Elves, preparing them for another battle.
The Aldor Altar was heavily protected by the army, Kael'thas abandoned his plan to launch a sneak attack after only one glance, choosing instead to confront the enemy head-on.
It is foreseeable that this will be another tough battle.
On the city wall of Pliers Town, Thrall raised his binoculars to observe the Aldor Altar and exclaimed in surprise:
"The Draenei actually have this ability, traversing the Void as if it were flat ground."
Eitrigg said doubtfully, "I also participated in the war that slaughtered the Draenei. They were as weak as rabbits. If they had used such methods, we would have been defeated long ago."
"With this levitation spell, Orgrimmar's walls are practically useless." Thrall clenched his fists in frustration. "This is a major threat to us."
Eitrigg's eyes darted around, and he chuckled, "My Savior, why not test the Blood Elves ' courage?"
"You mean those cowardly Blood Elves? I've never even given them a second glance. A bunch of cowardly wimps." Thrall spat and gave the order:
"Send five thousand Orcs straight to the Aldor Altar. If the Blood Elves dare to obstruct us, we will officially go to war. Want to join the Horde? Hmph, you'll have to show some sincerity. I can slaughter Silvermoon City once, and I can slaughter it a second time."
Rumble.
The thunderous sound of war drums rang out, the gates of Pliers Town swung open once more, and five thousand elite Orcs soldiers charged out, heading straight for the Aldor Altar.
Seeing this, High Priestess Ishanah immediately advised Archmage Rommath, "What are we waiting for? Let's engage the enemy!"
Rommath scratched his head, surprised that the Orcs had actually come out to fight, and said timidly:
"Prepare to fight the enemy? You mean the Orcs? My mission is to prevent Kael'thas from launching a sneak attack. The merciful and kind Orcs are not the enemy."
Ishanah turned pale with anger. "You promised me, otherwise Aldor would never have joined the war."
Rommath hesitated, unsure of what to do.
A messenger rode up on Hawkstrider, shouting:
"The Regent decrees that all Blood Elves must not engage in conflict with Orcs, or they will be executed without mercy."
Thirty thousand Blood Elves parted like a tide, making way for a five-thousand -Orcs army.
In Pliers Town, Thrall secretly breathed a sigh of relief; he had gambled correctly once again.
If a conflict were to actually break out with the Blood Elves, I really don't know how it would end.
Five thousand Orcs successfully stormed the Aldor Altar. Three hundred elite Draenei Shaman struggled to maintain the Magic Circle, but were immediately thrown into panic by the overwhelming number of Orcs.
In the blink of an eye, three hundred Draenei shamans were hacked to pieces.
Without the support of the Altar, the 20,000 Aldor adventurers lost their footing and fell into the bottomless Abyss.
Ishanah was furious, her eyes blazing with rage. "Useless! Incompetent! You Blood Elves are nothing but a bunch of cowards!"
Rommath immediately retorted, "Aren't you Draenei cowards just as much when facing Orcs?"
At the entrance to Tempest Keep, Kael'thas was incredulous; the Orcs had actually launched a sneak attack on the Aldor Altar, giving them another chance to catch their breath.
The Scryers, suffered Aldor defeats at the hands of Kael'thas, losing many soldiers and suffering low morale.
When the Blood Elf leader and Regent Lor'themar Theron learned of the news, he laughed heartily.
Countess Liadrin asked, puzzled, "Why are you so happy after the allied forces suffered such a crushing defeat?"
Lor'themar snorted coldly, "The Scryers are arrogant, Aldor are ungrateful. I've long disliked them. Finally, it's our turn, the Blood Elves, to show our skills. I will prove to the Burning Legion and the Army of the Light that the Blood Elves are superior to them."