Raid on Argus

The sudden changes on the Mount Hyjal battlefield naturally could not escape the Night Elves, who had been watching the situation there closely.

In less than two days, a Raptor Druid had transformed into an eagle, crossed Kalimdor's mountains and ridges, and arrived directly at Darkshore.

A few minutes later, he appeared before the race's two leaders, Malfurion and Tyrande, and concisely described what he had witnessed.

"You're saying the fighting suddenly intensified?"

Malfurion, who had been preparing to go back to sleep and return to the Emerald Dream, looked utterly stunned.

Ever since the Orcs had been beaten into submission and the Lich King and the Undead Scourge's main forces had suddenly vanished from Northrend, he had thought Azeroth had once again weathered its crisis and returned to peace.

As for the battlefield at Mount Hyjal, the two sides should have remained evenly matched for quite some time. There had been no need for excessive concern.

After all, when only one terrifying Burning Legion had its eyes on this world, it was certainly a dreadful disaster for all living things. But if another force of equal strength joined the struggle, there was actually room to relax.

At the very least, before the two sides determined a victor, Azeroth's native inhabitants could develop boldly and gather strength without worry.

The Raptor Druid nodded gravely. "Yes.

Three days ago, the side calling itself New New Phyrexia suddenly began transporting massive numbers of troops and launched a fierce assault on the Burning Legion's defenses.

In just a few hours, the latter's lines had been battered full of holes.

I personally saw countless high-ranking commanders like Demon Lords and Dreadlords killed or Compleated. Even Doom Lord Kazzak was defeated by a colossal beast covered from head to toe in hard metal carapace.

But