On that day, Archimonde voluntarily withdrew, and both Arthas and Kel'Thuzad heard the name of Queen Azshara.
Having not personally witnessed the glorious Highborne era ten thousand years ago, Arthas and Kel'Thuzad found it difficult to understand Archimonde's actions, but it was quite clear that Archimonde feared Queen Azshara.
Unfortunately, who knows how long the rumors of Queen Azshara's return will last?
The Burning Legion is currently building ships and has deliberately spread rumors that the powerful Orcs, under Thrall's leadership, will land in Kalimdor to annihilate the Evil Night Elf race.
It is said that King Terenas has raised the Orcs very well, and with the cooperation of the two Dragon Kings, the Orcs population has now exceeded one hundred thousand, which is a terrifying number.
The Orcs consume an astronomical amount of meat every day. After devouring the people of Dalaran, Thrall is eager to find new food sources. Darkspear Trolls, Centaurs, and especially the delicious Tauren are all attracting him.
Robbie guessed Archimonde's purpose in sending the Orcs: to test whether Queen Azshara had truly returned.
Lies can't last forever; Robbie only needs to buy time for a month.
"That's easy, just spread rumors." Looking at the worried Arthas and Kel'Thuzad, Robbie calmly said, "Spread rumors in Ironforge, Stormwind City, Darnassus, and other places, saying that the Orcs' target isn't just the Night Elf race; they want the power of the World Tree."
Kel'Thuzad lowered his head, pondering the reasons. Arthas asked directly, "Robbie, is there any connection? The World Tree Nordrassil and Teldrassil originally belonged to the Night Elf race."
Robbie couldn't reveal the secret of the World Tree's Guardian, so he could only offer a more subtle explanation:
"The Moon Goddess's followers in Azeroth are not limited to the Night Elf race. Believe me, there will definitely be people behind the scenes stopping the Orcs' advance. We only need to create a little trouble and delay them for a month."
Ironforge.
King Bronzebeard Magni, the leader of the Dwarves, was recently very troubled, yet he had to put on a smile that even he himself found insincere, and greet Alexandros Mograine with a beaming face.
The remnants of the Silver Hand, led by Mograine, have been active in the mountains of Lordaeron.
They dared not confront the Scourge directly, and could only slaughter innocent Undead civilians, constantly harassing the Scourge's rear. After the fall of Silvermoon City, Arthas, unable to bear the harassment any longer, sent out the Forsaken, High Elves led by the Banshee Sylvanas.
The forest is the home ground of the Elves, Forsaken still retain their combat instincts from their previous lives, including the Elves ' superb archery, jungle tracking, and camouflage skills. Sylvanas, who was the Ranger-General of Silvermoon City in her previous life, has extensive experience fighting against the Trolls of Zul'Aman.
Sylvanas acted swiftly and decisively, finding Mograine's base in just a few days and burning it to the ground, reducing large quantities of food, weapons, and armor to ashes.
They launched repeated attacks, repeatedly defeating Mograine's remaining forces. Left with no other option, Mograine scattered his troops and hid them in the mountains, choosing Justice retreat.
Without food and weapons, Mograine could not continue fighting and had no choice but to seek help in Ironforge.
Mograine was originally a lord of Lordaeron, and given his status, it was difficult for him to meet the Dwarf King. Besides, Lordaeron had already fallen, and exiles from a fallen kingdom were even less welcome.
However, Mograine was prepared. He brought a Shadow Crystal, the Rizebu Crystal, which successfully piqued Magni Bronzebeard's interest. Mograine wanted to use this crystal to gain the support of the Humans.
Magni Bronzebeard realized that the crystal could be forged into a divine artifact, but Mograine demanded an exorbitant price, requiring not only food, weapons, and armor from the Humans, but also direct Scourge Humans.
Magni could barely agree to provide food and weapons, but sending troops was absolutely out of the question.
Unfortunately, Mograine was extremely persistent, constantly nagging in Magni's ear:
"King Bronzebeard, Thrall the great Orcs is the Savior of Azeroth. The Scourge has destroyed Lordaeron, Arthas has fallen into darkness, killing his own father. You are a great and wise leader; how can you stand idly by and watch Evil prevail? I hope the Dwarves can unite with the Orcs to fight against the Evil Scourge."
"Well!"
Magni knew perfectly well what the truth was, but he wouldn't make a pointless argument. Everyone was turning a deaf ear and fabricating lies, and he couldn't appear to be an outsider. He simply stared greedily at the Rizebu Crystal.
From the bottom of his heart, Magni despised Mograine. Although he could not accept the Undead people, he abhorred this act of slaughtering civilians. It was definitely not the work of a warrior.
"Mograine, this matter requires careful consideration," Magni said calmly, his experience far exceeding his usual composure.
"We Humans have always upheld light and Justice. Arthas's heinous acts have long made him an enemy of Azeroth. I can no longer contain the fire in my chest; I wish I could immediately pick up my warhammer and smash his head to pieces."
Mograine was overjoyed, thinking he had a chance, and added fuel to the fire, saying, "Arthas also killed Muradin Bronzebeard, your dear brother."
Magni frowned deeply upon hearing this. He possessed the Titans Relics and had already discovered his brother's whereabouts.
However, because of the rumors circulating that Arthas killed Muradin dared not act rashly in order to protect his brother.
"I, Magni, swear an oath to never share the same sky with Arthas."
Magni shouted angrily, but quickly calmed down and said seriously:
"Mograine, the Scourge's evil deeds will surely be punished. The Dwarves of Ironforge can't wait to march on Lordaeron and join Savior in Arthas Thrall."
Magni sighed deliberately for a long time, his brow furrowed with worry. "Khaz Modan has suffered from severe snowstorms for three consecutive years, resulting in a significant reduction in grain production. We can't even afford to brew beer. In addition, there's the recent Plague outbreak, making it truly unwise to send troops. The Dwarves of Ironforge wish they could devour Arthas's flesh and blood, but they have no choice."
Mograine understood Magni's thoughts. In fact, Khaz Modan had enjoyed favorable weather for the past few years, with no snow disasters whatsoever. Mograine had no choice but to put away the Rizebu Crystals.
"King Bronzebeard, if that's the case, then please forgive my intrusion; I will seek help elsewhere."
Magni stared longingly at the Rizebu Crystal, his eyes Liuliu around. He couldn't bring himself to steal it, but don't mistake the Dwarves for simpletons. As the King of Ironforge, Magni was just as cunning.
"Haha, Brother Mograine, if you leave like this, where will that leave my face? We Humans are known for our hospitality, so why don't you stay a while? Tonight, I'll treat you to a welcome feast. Recently, some sexy dancers from Stormwind City have arrived in Ironforge. Even though they're human, I can't resist them. Are you interested, brother?"
"A sexy dancer?"
Mograine has been living a military life for the past few years, fighting battles everywhere, living a miserable life like an ascetic. After entering Ironforge, he would steal glances at any female Dwarf he saw.
"King Majesty, I, Mograine, have spent my life on the battlefield and have no interest in dancers whatsoever. But for the sake of Azeroth, I reluctantly agree to stay for one night."