The first to engage in battle will inevitably suffer the fiercest attack.
Of course, to these powerful Demons, attacks from the lower beings of Azeroth were nothing.
"No need for a draw, let me go first."
Infernal Lord Grosse was the first to step forward, his battered body engulfed in Flames, his voice booming. "This crippled body is on the verge of collapse, beyond repair. Let it fall here, to teach the young beings of Azeroth a lesson."
On the Broken Shore, Aman'Thul began pre-war mobilization.
His subordinates included Khadgar and Prophet Velen, both of whom were among the most powerful orators in Azeroth. They took turns explaining the great significance of this battle.
When it comes to the ability to stir people's hearts, Khadgar and Velen are unmatched in Azeroth. By combining their inspirational magic, they successfully roused the courage and passion of the masses.
The armies of the Alliance and the Horde gathered around the pyramids, listening to Khadgar and Velen's impassioned speeches. They were all filled with fervor and couldn't wait to rush into the Tomb of Sargeras and wreak havoc.
Sylvanas dared not object and could only force a smile as she listened. After the Prophet Velen finished speaking, even Grom Hellscream, the foreign Orcs, believed that he had entered Azeroth for a Justice cause.
"For Azeroth!" Hundreds of thousands of soldiers roared in unison.
Those who were swayed were, after all, ordinary soldiers. Sylvanas, for example, was unaffected by magic and secretly plotted her escape. At this moment, she no longer cared about her soldiers; she was content just to save her own life.
Antonidas quietly shook his head, meaning that Illidan had sealed off the space and teleportation magic was still unusable. Sylvanas frowned secretly, regretting not listening to Mannoroth's advice, and could only think of other ways to leave.
After Khadgar and Velen finished their speeches, it was Savior 'Illidan turn to conclude. He stepped onto the platform, his Fel- filled eyes gazing at the crowd, and proclaimed:
"People of Azeroth, we will win this battle. For countless years, we have watched our closest allies fall, watched them raise their swords against us under the corruption of Demons, and you did not stop them. When the Legion swept across our world, enslaving our people, you did not stand up. You have always been accustomed to standing by, but now, suffering has finally come upon each of us. There is no escaping it, no retreating it. We can only fight for Azeroth, not betray the billions of lives of Azeroth, let our blood be shed in a meaningful way."
"Before you lies the Tomb of Sargeras, a rabble of the Burning Legion. They appear powerful, but are cowardly at heart. They have committed unforgivable crimes against Azeroth. If we unite and are willing to sacrifice, defeating them will be easy. We must fight to the death. The final battle for the Tomb of Sargeras begins now."
Just then, a piercing whistling sound came from the sky.
The moment the sound reached their ears, death had already arrived. An Infernal lord the size of a Castle fell into the midst of the Alliance army, spewing High-Temperature Flames in all directions. Alliance soldiers at the center had no time to react and were instantly reduced to ashes. These Flames were terrifying; even a tiny touch was impossible to extinguish until the body was burned to a crisp.
The Infernal Lord let out a maniacal laugh, leaping high into the air and landing in the center of the Horde's army. Once again, flames rained down, and thousands of Horde soldiers perished in the raging inferno.
"Calling us a rabble? Hah, how do you expect to withstand an attack from a rabble?"
Infernal Lord Grosse grinned maliciously, letting out a piercing laugh. Before Aman'Thul could react, he had already soared into the sky, transforming into a green meteor and returning to the Tomb of Sargeras.
With just two leaps and two group Flame attacks, nearly three thousand Alliance and Horde soldiers perished; flesh and blood were utterly powerless against elemental Flames. The inspiring effect of Khadgar and Velen's brilliant speeches quickly dissipated, and all the soldiers shivered as if in a cold wind.
This is a force that flesh and blood cannot withstand.
Aman'Thul had not expected such a sudden attack. Seeing the morale plummeting and the soldiers of the Alliance and the Horde staring in horror at the charred remains of their comrades, he realized that his speech was useless and hurriedly summoned the leaders and generals of the Alliance and the Horde to discuss the Horde.
"Azeroth is at a critical juncture of life and death; no one can shirk their responsibility." Aman'Thul looked at the crowd with a stern expression and said fiercely:
"I need each of you to personally lead the Charge. Without sacrifice, how can we achieve victory? Azeroth awaits our salvation."
Sylvanas remained silent, only looking down at her boots. The brave chieftains of the Orcs also exchanged glances, not daring to express their opinions. The attack by Infernal Lord Grosse had made them realize the vast disparity between the two sides.
Seeing that no one stepped forward, Aman'Thul decided to kill to establish his authority. The Alliance soldiers were a rabble, and in terms of both numbers and combat strength, they were far inferior to the Iron Horde.
Aman'Thul was very dissatisfied with the Alliance's passive attitude, and he looked at King Varian with displeasure:
"Varian Wrynn, you are a champion of the Alliance, the most powerful Warrior in Azeroth. I've heard that even the Lich King Arthas was once defeated by you. Now it is your turn to lead the Alliance soldiers in an attack."
"What?"
Varian was terrified upon hearing this. The so-called heroes of the Alliance, the strongest Warriors, and the victory over Arthas were nothing but praises sung by his subordinates for posterity in history books. As a King, he had never been at the forefront of the Charge.
"Savior Illidan, please hear me out. I am but a lowly king, and I dare not undertake this heavy responsibility. Now that the Elites of Azeroth have gathered, I will not embarrass myself further." With that, he retreated repeatedly.
Illidan's body blurred, and he appeared in front of Varian, looking down at him.
"Do you wish to refuse this great honor, King Varian?"
Varian was bitter inside. He had come seeking a patron, but he never imagined he would have to risk his life for them.
"Great Savior, I am truly incompetent and fear I may have hindered the great undertaking."
"At this critical moment for the survival of Azeroth, there is no room for a coward like you." Aman'Thul grabbed Varian by the neck, Fel energy flooding his body.
The Fel energy tore at Varian's flesh, and he let out a painful howl.
"A petty King, history will not remember you, die!"
The power of Fel erupted, Varian transformed into a ball of green Flame, which quickly burned out.
The King of Stormwind City, the leader of the Alliance, the Savior "Illidan," was killed without a second thought, as easily as crushing an ant. Fear seeped into everyone's hearts. Aman'Thul's Evil eyes glared at the Alliance and Horde generals:
Tell me, who would refuse this great honor of saving Azeroth?