Malfurion had been deeply despondent lately, even utterly distraught.
There was no other reason: his beloved Tyrande had been captured by the court's Grand Steward, Sargoth, during a battle and had become Queen Azshara's prisoner.
That damned Sargoth no longer possessed any Night Elf traits whatsoever. He and the other elves similarly warped and corrupted by Fel Energy were now known as Satyr demons.
Yet strangely enough, Sargoth had mysteriously died not long after returning. The culprit had to be some mysterious figure within Eldorei.
Illidan, who was currently playing the role of a loyal servant of the Burning Legion in Capital Eldorei, took great pleasure in this.
That was right. He had secretly lured Sargoth out and then killed the court steward.
That damned demon had dared to harm Tyrande. He had to die!
But he had no way to rescue Tyrande now, nor could he see her. He could only hope the Queen's court prison was at least somewhat comfortable.
However, the Stormrage brothers' worries were entirely unnecessary. Tyrande was in no danger at all right now. Every day, she did nothing but eat and sleep, and she was living quite comfortably.
Elune's radiance formed a spherical barrier around her body. No matter how the demons roared and battered it, no matter how the Highborne mages tried to break it, the barrier did not budge in the slightest. It was absolutely invincible.
Gradually, everyone lost interest in this Priestess of the Moon prisoner. They no longer paid her any attention, nor did they bring her food or water, intending to let her rot in the dungeon.
But Tyrande neither starved nor died of thirst, because she received secret aid.
Dath'Remar Sunstrider secretly supplied Tyrande with the food and water she needed. After trying hard to convince her that he truly bore no ill intent, the Priestess of the Moon began persuading Dath'Remar to stop helping the Queen stabilize the Fel Portal.
Dath'Remar could only smile bitterly.
"Things are not as simple as you think, honored Priestess. Even without the Highborne mages, the portal's progress will not be affected. The demons' mages will immediately take over everything. By continuing to stabilize the portal, we can secretly slow its progress and buy time for the Resistance Army."
When he learned that Suramar City's Highborne had joined the Resistance Army and that its ruler had become the incarnation of a deity, Dath'Remar let out a great sigh of relief.
"When the allied army attacks Eldorei, I will create an opportunity for you to escape. This is also for our own sake. I only hope our people can forgive the sins of us court mages..."
Tyrande could only remain silent.
Eldorei's court mages had long been regarded by the elves as traitors who aided the demons. How difficult would it be for them to gain forgiveness?
The Resistance Army's offensive continued.
After receiving the support of various other races, the allied army accelerated its advance toward Capital Eldorei.
One major event greatly boosted the allied soldiers' morale: the Wild Demigods had officially joined them.
With his incomparably sincere and earnest attitude, Jarod Shadowsong moved the hesitant Wild Demigods. Together with the persuasion of Forest Demi-god Cenarius, these primordial beings finally joined the battle.
"Azeroth's primal power shall heed your command from this moment onward, Commander Jarod. Do not disappoint us, do not disappoint your people, and above all, do not disappoint this world."
Cenarius, their leader, spoke to Jarod before a group of enormous beings of every conceivable form standing silently behind him.
The Burning Legion quickly suffered grievous losses. Their battle lines rapidly contracted and collapsed, while Capital Eldorei drew ever closer.
Every Wild Demigod was now fighting for Azeroth, even at the cost of their immortal, eternal lives.
Agamaggan, the boar Demi-god, was surrounded by thorny vines. His incomparably sharp tusks could pierce the body of any demon.
The massive boar charged wildly across the battlefield. The demons before him were either impaled by his tusks or smashed into piles of flesh.
In the end, the elves found Agamaggan's battered corpse beneath a small mountain of bodies. Vast numbers of demons were still impaled upon his pair of tusks.
The Bear Demigod brothers Ursol and Urson led the Bearman tribes in a bloody frontal battle against the Burning Legion with supreme courage.
They faced an overwhelming airborne army of Doom Guards, along with countless Infernals.
Ursol unleashed vast chains of lightning. The electrocuted Doom Guards convulsed violently before plummeting to the ground, where they immediately faced Urson's indestructible giant claws and mountain-shaking strength.
The earth itself became the giant bear brothers' line of defense. Great boulders rumbled upward, forming sturdy walls while binding the demon army in place.
They fought until the very last moment, ultimately falling together upon the beloved, heavy earth. The main force of the Burning Legion's Doom Guards perished alongside them.
Aviana, Mother of the Winged Ones, circled in the sky and unleashed piercing cries. Countless Moonfires and sun spells fell like heavenly punishment, accurately striking the demon soldiers on the ground.
She and her many birds of prey also fought until the final moment, eliminating the Eredar demon forces in the Burning Legion's rear lines for the Resistance Army.
Mother of the Winged Ones also bestowed her knowledge and legacy upon the Druids, allowing them to transform into enormous Stormcrows.
When she died, G'hanir, the Mother Tree, withered alongside her. The towering tree had reached the end of its life.
Yet death also signified rebirth. The Night Elf Druids preserved a batch of seeds from G'hanir, the Mother Tree, intending to plant them in a suitable new location someday and grow a new World Tree.
At the same time, the Druids received Mother of the Winged Ones' final gift: a staff named "G'hanir, the Mother Tree."
Made from a branch of G'hanir, the Mother Tree, this staff possessed exceptionally powerful healing abilities. The Druids used it to heal countless wounded allied soldiers.
Tortolla, the turtle Demi-god, a gentle Demi-god who had always detested war, displayed his undeniable power for the first time.
When the unstoppable demon army crushed through one line of elven defenders after another, they had no idea how to deal with Tortolla, this enormous turtle.
At first, the demons tried to ignore him, but his terrifying weight and crushing jaws turned the demon army into nothing but corpses.
Tortolla would never fall.
In the end, the Burning Legion dispatched its most elite Heavenly Punishment Guards to surround him, yet they could not pierce his rock-like skin or invincible armor.
Oh, one could imagine just how furious and helpless the demons were. They could only watch Tortolla slowly advance, supporting the Resistance Army's steady push along the front lines.
After the battle ended, the elves found Tortolla beneath a mountain of demon corpses.
He shook his body, scattering the corpses away, then poked his head out of his shell. Quietly, slowly... he asked, "Did we win?"
He was one of only two surviving Wild Demigods. Together with Forest Demi-god Cenarius, he had endured the legendary, epic War of the Ancients and earned the highest respect of every race in the allied army.
But soon afterward, the most heartbreaking and infuriating loss descended upon the elven allied army.
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