Stormwind Keep, King hall.
King Llane, Lothar, Bolvar and others are surrounding a command podium with a huge sand table placed on it.
Lothar knocked on the table hard, "Those Orcss are powerful in combat. What's even more terrifying is their Warlock, Ogre Mage and the damn Gronn giants. Now the area around Darkshire and Sunstrider Woods has been completely lost."
Bolvar also had a worried look on his face, and his eyes kept scanning the sand table. "Yes, the situation is not optimistic. Although we have re-arranged the defense lines in the Westfall and Redridge Mountains areas, temporarily blocking the Orcs offensive. But... the longer it is delayed, the more dangerous it will be. Some changes must be made."
"Our mages have already gone up, and Night Elves's mages have also participated in the battle. It's just that they have never fought against a guy like Warlock who has mastered Fel's magic, so they have suffered a lot." King Llane frowned.
"Where is the God? Where has the God gone?" Lothar asked.
Llane shrugged, "I'm going to Sunstrider Woods. Divine Venerable said to find an old acquaintance and he'll be back soon. But before he left, the master told me not to worry about Gronn, Suramar's giant Arcane Golems will take care of them."
Westfall Frontier Fortress Frontline.
Bang!!!
There was a loud noise, and Gronn's huge body staggered back a few steps. Opposite him are two equally huge Retribution Golem. These Arcane Golems are made of purple and white crystals. Their arms are covered with spikes. The palms disappear at this moment, replaced by a pair of giant blades. The crescent-shaped head is engraved with dense rune circuits. A freely retractable crystal eye stares at Gronn. Behind the back, a thick white gas was ejected from the power supply crystal in the core.
On the city wall behind them, the human soldiers burst into cheers and jeers.
"Haha! You Orcs monsters, go home and drink milk!"
"Do you think you are the only ones with giants? Haha! Our allies started playing with giant puppets 10,000 years ago, hahahaha!"
Orcs's vanguard offensive was blocked at the Westfall front line.
Redridge Mountains On the front line, the army of the Alliance is resisting the attack of another vanguard of Orcs. This place can be called a bloody battle.
The human soldiers hid behind the city wall to avoid attacks from Orcs's improvised catapults. During the gap between launches, they leaned out of the city wall and fired long arrows and musket ammunition to fight back.
The battle of magic has never stopped. The Shadow Bolts of the Warlocks are flying towards the fortress overwhelmingly, and the Rain of Fires are not stopping at all. The human and elven mages responded with Ice Shard, fireball and blizzard. Most of the casualties on both sides were basically caused by the mutual conflict of magic.
It is said that when gods fight, mortals suffer. Redridge Mountains The local Gnoll Horde were in trouble. They either died from the accidental damage caused by magic from both sides, or were captured by Orc Warlock and had their souls extracted. So the remaining terrified Redridge Mountains Gnoll began to flee crazily. They all fled into the Elwynn Forest area and went directly to the local Gnoll boss Hogger who was nearby Westfall.
Redridge Mountains's bloody battle finally began to turn into a tug-of-war. No one could defeat the other. Both sides were waiting for reinforcements from large forces.
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Sunstrider Woods, on an extremely secluded hillside, there is a small wooden house in human style.
Merith*Winterstorm's pale and stiff face was full of worry. Although he transformed himself into Undead, he was still paying attention to the human world.
Suddenly Merith trembled, and he was very familiar with the terrifying energy fluctuations coming from behind him.
He turned around tremblingly and saw his teacher's face, which was still young and seemed to have never been affected by time.
"Not bad, Merith, I lived a pretty leisurely life." Hu Feng looked at Merith with a smile.
"Teacher... I..." Merith spoke with difficulty, not knowing how to start.
Hu Feng shrugged, walked towards the wooden house, opened the door and glanced around, then sat on a wooden stool.
"Tell me, haven't I already agreed to your transformation into Undead? Why are you still so afraid of seeing me?"
Merith's dry lips opened, and finally he let out a sigh. "I... I don't know if I am still a mage now. Something happened to me, so now I don't know what I am... Please punish me, teacher."
"Are you talking about the soul of a demon imprisoned in your body? Please, I can detect the restlessness of that demon even from a distance."
Merith nodded bitterly, "It was a Pit Lord. I caught him before he tried to cause trouble, but this Pit Lord was very powerful. I killed his body, but his soul wanted to control me, and I resisted, so it is like this now."
Hu Feng raised his eyebrows when he heard this. "Are you using the power of the devil?"
"Yes, so I don't know if I am still a mage. I feel that I am similar to those Orcs's Warlock, but not entirely. If I have to make a conclusion, I can only say that I am a mixture of a mage and Warlock. I... violated the teacher's instructions, so I have no face to see you."
"Okay, forget about mother-in-law. Why are you so afraid of this and that after becoming Undead? Alliance needs you now. Come to Stormwind City with me."
"Alliance? What is that?"
"Oh, the newly established organization is still private in nature. The members are Night Elves, Stormwind Kingdom, dwarves and dwarfs. The candidate member is Quel'Thalas." Hu Feng stood up and walked out.
Stormwind Keep Throne Room.
A teleportation circle suddenly took shape, and everyone took a few glances before continuing to do their own thing. There is no one other than Divine Emissary from Night Elves who can be allowed to teleport directly to Throne Room.
The figures of Hu Feng and Merith slowly appeared, and then strode towards King's private conference room.
In the room, Duke King Llane, Lothar and Duke Bolvar raised their heads and looked at the two of them.
"This is... uh, a Undead?" Lothar exclaimed in surprise.
King Llane, on the other hand, looked thoughtful, and then suddenly realized something. He suddenly became excited and walked over quickly and saluted Undead. "I didn't expect that the famous Mr. Merith*Winterstorm would appear at the Stormwind Kingdom to pay tribute to you. It seems that except Divine Venerable, your former teacher, no one else can invite you, hahaha."
Hu Feng waved his hand, "Okay, save the compliments for later. How is Orcs's offensive going now?"
"Because we are prepared to fight, the situation is still under control, but the situation is changing towards a tug-of-war." Highlord Bolvar pointed to the sand table and demonstrated to Hu Feng the strength and attack direction of both sides.
"Then it's almost time to take the next step." Hu Feng nodded, raised his head and said to everyone.
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