The Sha'tar Skyguard has lost its fighting capacity.
The Scryers adventurers suffered heavy casualties, and the most important mage force was completely wiped out.
All 20,000 Aldor adventurers perished, but High Priestess Isana was shrewd enough not to send out all the Draenei shamans.
No one expected that the Shattrath City coalition, which had a significant advantage, would end up in such a sorry state.
Lor'themar convened a military council, and the generals of Shattrath City were dejected.
Air Force Captain Dur'in stared indifferently at the ceiling.
The Prophet Voren'thal looked down at the ground.
High Priestess Ishanah glared angrily at the Silvermoon City generals.
"Thrall is a great Savior; the Orcs have saved Azeroth time and time again." Lor'themar repeated the same old refrain, "This defeat has nothing to do with the Orcs; it's just that you've all proven incompetent."
Ishanah stood up, about to get angry, when Voren'thal secretly tugged at her sleeve.
Lor'themar smiled smugly, "The situation is not optimistic. Our military rations will only last a few days, and we are short of weapons and armor. I will take over the command. Do you have any objections?"
Voren'thal gritted his teeth in frustration, but there was nothing he could do. He asked, "Are the Blood Elves confident of victory?"
"Our Silvermoon City is not like your Sha'tar," Lor'themar raised his voice. "We are part of the Horde. Thrall would not attack his allies, especially with M'uru's help."
M'uru, a powerful Naaru, possesses the ability to turn the tide of battle.
Upon hearing M'uru's name, Voren'thal's momentum immediately weakened, and he murmured, "If Silvermoon City is confident, I am willing to relinquish command."
"That's right." Lor'themar's wish came true. "As long as Silvermoon City makes a move, we will surely take Tempest Keep within three days."
Ishanah wanted to warn them to be careful of the Orcs, but considering that even Thrall wouldn't dare to directly offend the Army of the Light, she kept quiet.
"Tomorrow morning, I will launch a full-scale attack on Tempest Keep." Lor'themar glanced disdainfully at the Shattrath generals. "You must not be complacent as before. Only through courageous battle can we achieve final victory."
Voren'thal wanted to say, "When did I stop being brave?" but circumstances forced him to endure it silently.
Ishanah was speculating about how Lor'themar might be able to reach Tempest Keep. Silvermoon City's air force wasn't strong, and if you included Kael'thas's Phoenix, the two sides were evenly matched.
Anachronos and the other three stayed at the inn in Area 52, Goblins delivered the latest battle reports every day.
According to reports, the coalition forces achieved several major victories, eliminating millions of Kael'thas's subordinates.
The great Savior Thrall charged ahead, smashing the Ethereal Mech with a single punch, tearing apart Kael'thas's Phoenix with his bare hands, and kicking the Grand Astromancer Solarian.
Sargeras, leader of the Burning Legion, came to his aid, but Thrall merely glanced at him, and Sargeras was so terrified that he retreated without a fight.
Goblin newspapers rarely contain the truth; to know the real battle reports, one must obtain them from rumors.
Upon learning that the Shattrath City allied forces had suffered a crushing defeat due to Orcs interference, Anachronos was not surprised and smiled faintly:
"Having witnessed countless wars throughout history, I've come to the conclusion that internal strife is far more terrifying than external enemies. Prophet Voren'thal invited the Horde to join the war, he was actually sowing the seeds of his own defeat."
Durotan spoke highly of Thrall: "I knew I hadn't misjudged Thrall. No wonder he became the Savior; he's a truly qualified leader."
Imperator Mar'gok, having had a similar experience, deeply sympathized and said:
"Back when our Ogre Empire was fighting external wars, my main focus was on balancing internal affairs; external enemies were secondary. Voren'thal, he's still too inexperienced."
As the leader of the bullied Draenei, Velen looked embarrassed and could only respond with silence.
"Unfortunately, the defeat at Tempest Keep was inevitable. I'm just wondering why Thrall's achievements are not mentioned in history regarding this battle?" Anachronos said, puzzled.
Velen finally found an opportunity and said excitedly, "You don't know, but something big happened at the end of the war, so much so that no one dared to Thrall."
Anachronos asked with interest, "What happened?"
Velen shook his head. "I don't know many of the details."
Mar'gok analyzed carefully, "Silvermoon City will be fighting tomorrow, and with M'uru's assistance, they should be able to crush their opponents."
Anachronos nodded in agreement. "Alright, let's witness Kael'thas's defeat firsthand and, while we're at it, unravel the mysteries of history."
Tempest Keep.
After a night of rest, Kael'thas and his soldiers had a hearty meal.
Although they inexplicably repelled several allied attacks, the situation remained far from optimistic.
Early the next morning, Kael'thas led his men to array themselves at the entrance of Tempest Keep.
Below, the Blood Elves of Silvermoon City stood in neat rows, Lor'themar, riding Hawkstrider, inspected them.
M'uru arrived at the front of the group. Most of the malevolent energy in his body had been drained by the Blood Elves, and he was in good condition.
"Tempest Keep, I'm back."
M'uru slowly floated into the air, radiating a bright light.
"The Heaven's Path."
A golden light appeared, forming a wide road that stretched from the ground all the way to the entrance of Tempest Keep.
Kael'thas was shocked, never expecting M'uru's power to be so terrifying, actually paving a path that completely Tempest Keep's advantage.
"Is this the power of the Naaru?" Prophet Voren'thal exclaimed in horror.
Ishanah's eyes were filled with fear. "No wonder Lor'themar wanted to seize command; he had it all planned out in advance."
Under Lor'themar's command, the Blood Elves embarked on the Heaven's Path. Because they traversed more than ten kilometers at once, the slope was not steep.
The Sha'tar Skyguard deployed Nether Ray Riders to provide cover for the Allied forces.
Voletar dispatched his elite astrologers, and Ishana joined the final Draenei shamans.
Faced with an army several times larger than his own, Kael'thas was overwhelmed by a sense of despair.
The light of M'uru shone down, and the allied forces basked in the Holy Light, as if they were clad in golden armor.
The golden torrent slowly approached Tempest Keep, and a great battle between the two sides was about to break out.
In Pliers Town, Thrall stared at M'uru in the air, his teeth grinding together.
"Lor'themar is openly defying me. With M'uru's help, Silvermoon City is unstoppable. This is forcing me to relinquish the Warchief."
Eitrigg said worriedly, "Including M'uru, Silvermoon City's strength surpasses Orgrimmar's. Savior, you must make plans soon."
"That's right, the Orcs are facing a life-or-death crisis. How can I let Lor'themar shit on my head? I want to prove to everyone that Blood Elves are ultimately just a bunch of trash," Thrall said viciously.
Eitrigg was in a dilemma. "M'uru is a member of the Army of the Light, we can't do anything to him, and he's floating in the air, he's perfectly safe."
"Heh heh!" Thrall let out a cunning laugh, "There's infighting within the Army of the Light too. M'uru devoured too many Draenei souls, which angered the other Naaru. Many Naaru have prophesied that M'uru will surely fall."
"A prophecy?" Eitrigg looked puzzled.
Thrall gritted his teeth and said, "These prophecies are a signal that the Army of the Light has abandoned M'uru. Before they came, the Pit Lord Mannoroth had already given them instructions."