With an earth-shaking roar, a long section of Eldorei's towering walls collapsed. At last, the great city had opened its gates to the Resistance Army's all-out assault.
"Warriors of Azeroth, defenders of Kalimdor!"
Jarod Shadowsong stood atop his command platform, delivering his final pre-battle speech.
"Today will decide the ultimate fate of our world! This epic battle will be remembered by generations to come. We will wipe out the demons, and their vile Portal will be reduced to ashes in the flames of our vengeance!"
"Everyone who raises a sword beside me today is my brother or sister!"
With that, Jarod raised his sword high.
"For our fallen kin, for the Kalimdor Continent, for Azeroth—attack!"
In the future, this epic war known as the War of the Ancients would become a key subject of study for countless historians, as well as the focus of many mages seeking to investigate the spells of the Well of Eternity era.
However, the Night Elves who had lived through the war had always remained too proud to reveal much about it.
That was hardly surprising. After all, the Night Elves had every reason to be proud.
Back to Eldorei.
Tens of thousands of allied soldiers raised their weapons and surged into the once-Glorious Capital, some charging on foot, others riding Night Sabers. Like a roaring tidal wave, they flooded into the city and immediately began brutal, bloody street battles with the demon defenders.
In the sky, the Dragon Legion fought fiercely against the armies of Doom Guards and Felbats. Dead demons crashed down toward the ground like a rain of flesh and blood, while Dragons occasionally plummeted from the sky with mournful cries.
Neither side cared about casualties in this battle. Both knew this was the final showdown.
If the demons won, the elves would lose all power to resist, and the world would grovel amid Fel flames.
If the elves won, the demons would be driven back through the Portal to their homeland, and the world would be reborn.
"It's time. Elite Assault Team, move out at once and strike directly at the Well of Eternity!"
Standing on the floating command platform, Jarod lowered his Arcane Spyglass and issued a new order.
A moment later, more than a dozen Red Dragons took off with roaring cries. Each of the six Dragons at the front carried an assault team member, while the others provided escort.
"Look at this city! What have those damned demons done to it?!" Malfurion shouted as he looked down at the devastated Eldorei below.
"Don't think about that now, Druid! The main force of the Burning Legion has been temporarily tied down by the allied army. We must focus on completing our mission!" Krasus shouted back.
"Mm... the Burning Legion has been tied down, but it seems the Queen's guard has not."
Rhonin pointed toward the sky ahead. A huge swarm of Felbats had appeared there, each carrying a court guard clad in ornate armor. At their head was Varone, Captain of the Court Guard.
"Enemy incoming!"
With their incredible speed, the Felbats successfully dodged the Red Dragons' Flame Breath. The riders on their backs looked eager to leap onto the Dragons and kill the assault team members.
A dense Arcane Barrage appeared like an electric net, capable of tracking its targets. It struck a large number of Felbat riders with perfect accuracy, blasting them apart in midair.
Boss Hu was holding up his staff and unleashing a massive barrage. With his support, the pressure on the assault team instantly eased countless times over, restoring their numerical balance.
"Die, elf! This axe is for the Horde! Hahaha!"
Brox viciously cleaved into a court soldier who had jumped onto his Dragon's back. The unfortunate elf was immediately disemboweled and fell screaming through the air.
Krasus and Rhonin had likewise escaped their predicament. The two were now blasting their targets with Arcane Missiles like machine guns.
Elisande had it even easier. The ruthless Archmage conjured a pair of Arcane energy hands and was gleefully playing at tearing living people apart.
Malfurion, meanwhile, was locked in a bitter struggle. The one who had landed on his Dragon's back was Captain Varone. The cold-hearted captain was furiously slashing at the young Druid with an enchanted longsword, while Malfurion used the seeds he carried to grow a shield made of hard branches, blocking the captain's savage attacks.
"The plan of the Light of Lights must not be disrupted! You pathetic lowborn scum dare betray your Queen—you will die!"
"Azshara is the betrayer of her people! She colluded with the Burning Legion, causing this world endless suffering and countless deaths among our elven kin. She is the one who deserves death!"
Malfurion desperately dodged the captain's fierce thrust, then kicked him hard. Before Varone could steady himself atop the Dragon's back, the Druid grabbed a large handful of seeds from his Seed Pouch and scattered them all over the captain.
"Feel nature's wrath, you fallen scum who consort with Fel Energy!"
The seeds clung firmly to Varone's body before growing wildly. Thorned vines wrapped around the captain like chains. Their sharp barbs pierced through his armor and buried themselves deep in his flesh, tightening continuously.
"AAAAARGH..."
The excruciating pain made Varone lose his balance, and he fell from the back of the swiftly flying Dragon. What awaited him would be an intimate encounter with the Earth Mother.
Turning around, they saw the surging Well of Eternity directly ahead. They had reached their destination.
At the edge of the Well, Mannoroth the Destructor stood guard with his Annihilan Pit Lord forces. The Destructor spotted the rapidly approaching Dragon assault team and let out a series of furious roars.
Archimonde the Defiler was currently battling the Dragon Legion on the city's front lines, leaving Mannoroth, his lieutenant, in charge of defending the Well of Eternity.
"Look, the Dragon Soul!"
Following Krasus's gesture, everyone looked toward the golden disc floating above the Well of Eternity, powering the Portal.
"You go get the Dragon Soul. I'll deal with those Pit Lords."
Boss Hu spoke to the others, then guided the Dragon beneath him into a rapid descent.
Seeing this, Brox and Elisande also directed their Dragons down toward the ground.
Krasus, Rhonin, and Malfurion continued flying toward the Dragon Soul.
On the rooftop of a ruined residence in Eldorei, Tyrande also spotted the Dragon assault team in action.
"Ah, it seems they've begun their raid under the Divine Lord Sarodar's leadership. Come on, we should go too. I think they'll need reinforcements."
Illidan jumped down from the rooftop and beckoned Tyrande over.
Tyrande nodded and ran with Illidan toward the Well of Eternity.
Meanwhile, the Queen's palace had also become a fierce battlefield.
Dath'Remar and his court mages had defected en masse and were advancing toward the Well of Eternity at the lowest level of the palace.
The fate of all things would be decided in this one desperate gamble.
Everyone had reached the point where they had to risk their lives.
Please send some recommendation votes, and maybe a few tips too!
Before you continue