The elite forces of Shattrath City consist of three parts: the Aldor, the Scryers, the Shattrath City Skyguard, and a small number of commoners.
Soldiers inspire courage in their generals; with superior numbers and overwhelming power, A'dal was smug, his brilliance shining ever brighter.
"Just because there are more people, right?"
The human man smiled faintly, habitually revealing his fangs, but unfortunately he was no longer Orcs and lacked a pair of sharp fangs.
"Come forth, my Servants."
Fel energy burst forth from the man, rapidly compressing A'dal's Holy Light. A'dal struggled several times, but unfortunately, he could not withstand the expanding Fel.
Most of the spatial nodes were occupied by Fel, and the Legion's Fel cloud floated overhead, forming a Maelstrom, from which figures descended.
Legion soldiers, Wrathguard, Dreadlords, Fel Lords.
The bloated Doom Mother, the Pit Lord with a body the size of a small mountain, the elegant Eredar Warlock, and the Felbat screamed loudly.
The Burning Legion's diverse units appeared behind the man, like a dense forest, their Evil and dark aura permeating the entire area.
On the pyramid, Anachronos and his companions, seeing this, knew they could not obtain the Node Key.
With a major battle imminent, and to avoid being caught in the crossfire, Imperator Mar'gok opened Portal, and the four of them successfully escaped.
Several bigwigs from the Shattrath City Lower City, however, huddled together, trembling with fear, unsure of what to do.
A'dal's body swayed violently, the light flickering, indicating that his emotions were very unstable.
"If you want to fight for the Node Key, then let's have a battle! Charge!" The human man pointed at the elite troops of Shattrath City.
"Wait, we can talk." A'dal panicked.
The attacking Legion will not stop; the three Pit Lords form an arrowhead and are the first to charge forward.
Neither the Aldor Draenei shamans nor the Scryers' blood elves could do anything against a Pit Lord, a creature of immense size and near-immune to magic.
Moreover, the Aldor and the Scryers suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Tempest Keep, and their strength is far less than before.
In an instant, the elite forces of Shattrath City were scattered and forced to fight individually.
On the other hand, the Legion demonstrated excellent coordination and a good sense of urgency.
With Evil smile, the Doom Mother continuously summoned Fel Imps, and countless Imps joined the Battlefield.
Legion soldiers formed neat battle formations and attacked the Shattrath City coalition forces from the flank.
The Wrathguard brandished their weapons, specifically seeking out the strongest among their opponents for one-on-one duels.
The Dreadlord, meanwhile, lurked at the very back, constantly summoning Infernal.
The Eredar Warlock stood with their hands behind their backs, carefully observing the battle; they were generally used as reserve forces.
Seeing that the elite forces of Shattrath City were no match for them, A'dal had no choice but to use his strongest move.
Endless golden light descended, protecting the elite troops of Shattrath City with Holy Light, temporarily rendering them Invincible.
"Quickly finish this, seize the Node Key, and kill that human," A'dal coldly ordered.
The Holy Light protects the guards of Shattrath, preventing them from suffering any harm for the time being.
The Legion soldiers remained calm and composed, forming a defensive formation.
Facing the several powerful figures who came to behead him, the middle-aged man smiled calmly, his body flickered, and he disappeared.
Once this period of Invincible ends, the elite forces of Shattrath City will be defeated.
The Shattrath City was aware of this, and several elite units fought their way towards the pyramid at the center of the spatial node.
Unfortunately, the Holy Light only granted them Invincible defense, but not enhanced their offensive capabilities.
Several elite units were forced to retreat, but one unit advanced with unstoppable momentum, successfully reaching the top of the pyramid and getting close to the Node Key.
The three-headed Pit Lord quickly retreated, successfully seizing the top of the pyramid. This force was also forced to retreat, and all their previous efforts were in vain.
A'dal inwardly lamented his misfortune, noticing that the force near the Node Key was a formidable unit from the Lower City.
"The Lower City trash has such power." A'dal was greatly surprised, but didn't take it to heart.
"A'dal, you have lost."
A human man appeared in the air, at the same altitude as A'dal, and pointed at A'dal from afar.
Boom!
A'dal felt his body tremble, and a few cracks appeared in Naaru's body.
Fortunately, the injuries weren't serious; the opponent had clearly held back and didn't intend to kill him outright.
"Finger of Death, who exactly are you?" A'dal asked in a trembling voice.
"My name is Gudan. Remember my name, A'dal. You can go now."
The Legion's soldiers retreated voluntarily, and the exhausted elites of Shattrath City gathered under A'dal's light, their heads hanging low like defeated roosters.
"I'll remember you, Gudan." A'dal spread his body, Holy Light enveloping the elite of Shattrath City, and vanished.
Gudan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sky with a touch of loneliness, and sighed helplessly.
The Lower City's bigwigs looked up and realized that the elite troops of Shattrath City had withdrawn. Facing the fearful Legion soldiers, unsure whether they were friend or foe, they trembled with fear.
"The Node Key is yours now. Rescue Thrall."
Gudan looked disgusted, didn't even glance at the Node Key, and turned to leave with his Legion soldiers.
Calm returned to the spatial node. Unbeknownst to anyone, within this confined space, the Burning Legion and the Army of the Light had clashed.
The Arakkoa Gorol Anzu, gleefully grasped the Node Key, spreading his wings and dancing with joy:
"We succeeded! We succeeded! The Node Key is ours!"
The Lower City bigwigs gathered around, examining the precious Titans Relic closely.
The Node Key is crafted entirely from rare Khorium and inlaid with countless Magic Crystals.
Unfortunately, none of them knew much about magic and were unable to use the Node Key.
"As planned, we must hand over the Node Key to Lord Vol'jin," the Tiger Person said, stroking his chin.
"Vol'jin is a man of high moral standing, a paragon of virtue in Azeroth. He will surely reward us handsomely." The Ogre shook his head, but his pale face betrayed him.
"Are you really sure about Vol'jin's character? I've heard some rumors that are very unfavorable to Vol'jin," the Cyclops muttered.
Gronn, now shrunken, frowned. "To be honest, with our strength, possessing the Node Key isn't a good thing. We should use it to secure a better future."
The Arakkoa, Gorol Anzu, nodded and said, "Actually, giving it to Vol'jin isn't the only option. Offering it to A'dal would also yield a considerable reward."
The Tiger Person said with great concern:
"The Scryers used the Lower City dwellers as food for their army, and A'dal tacitly approved of it. Moreover, A'dal has suffered a crushing defeat and lost face; there is no place for us in Shattrath City."
"Why not hand it over to Illidan?" Akama appeared out of nowhere.
"Illidan?" Gorol Anzu hesitated for a moment. "Illidan is a decent person, but he's not ruthless enough; he's not within our consideration."
Akama shrugged and said helplessly, "Fine!"
Outside the spatial node, Auchindoun Plaza was teeming with hundreds of thousands of Mag'har Orcs.
The Ancestral Spirit Gormash, stood on the high platform and delivered a speech to the public:
"From this day forward, we Mag'har Orcs have risen!"
The Lower City bigwigs were baffled. In this battle for the Node Key, the Mag'har Orcs sacrificed hundreds of thousands of lives and gained nothing. How did they suddenly rise to power?