Unpredictable Destiny and the Army's Departure

Hu Feng stood up again, patting Meri on the shoulder. His expression was unreadable.

"Listen to me, Meri..." Hu Feng paused for a moment.

"I permit you to continue studying Fel and Demonic energy, especially demonology. As long as you don't actively summon demons, I won't stop you from mastering knowledge in this area. It's enough that you can thoroughly understand the nature of demons... Also, never lose your true self, forget who you were, what you stood for, and don't let power corrupt you."

Meri *Winterwind was stunned for a long time upon hearing this. Recalling his mentor's recent strange behavior, he seemed to understand something.

His future... seemed incredibly arduous.

"I understand, Mentor. Power will never influence my will, and my will will forever command the power I need. I swear it."

Meri didn't ask any further questions, nor did he dare to.

Some things, the more you know, the more trouble it brings. He wasn't a Titan, just a mortal who couldn't bear the weight of destiny.

Hu Feng nodded, then looked back at Alleria beside him with a peculiar expression.

"And you, Alli... I'm starting to think... compared to the one in your destiny, I'm actually more suitable. What a load of crap, Void Elves... As if there aren't enough elf branches already... And that Holy Light stuff is truly harmful."

Alleria was filled with confusion as she listened to the Titan Sarodar muttering to himself, his words making no sense.

"What are you muttering to yourself about?"

"Nothing, nothing at all. Don't ask, it's not convenient for me to say. I need to go back and quiet my mind, sort things out... Bullshit... This is utter bullshit... And Holy Light infusion on Orcs... Holy crap..."

Boss Hu continued to mutter to himself, snapping his fingers and teleporting himself back to Windrunner Tower.

Seeing this, Alleria wanted to follow and press him for answers, but Meri immediately stopped the ranger.

"Lady Alleria, please don't pursue this further. This is not something you or I are qualified to understand... The weight of destiny is too much for mortal races to bear. Knowing more only brings greater misfortune."

Seeing Alleria glare fiercely at him, Meri quickly continued his explanation.

"If I'm not mistaken, my mentor must have foreseen the future just now, the future of each of us, and even the destiny of Azeroth. This truly isn't something we can pry into, so let's drop it."

With that, Meri chuckled a few times and then turned towards the Arathor Royal Mage Corps' encampment.

"Compared to all this, Lady Alleria, I personally think you should pay more attention to what my mentor just said – that he himself is more suitable than your destined partner, haha..."

Halfway there, Meri suddenly stopped and turned back. "Oh, my apologies, I shouldn't have called you 'Lady,' Queen Alleria."

A barrage of flaming energy arrows shot out like a storm. The latter, shouting, raised an ice shield and then blinked dozens of meters away.

"Uh... Please calm your anger, student takes his leave."

With that, he unleashed another volley of blinks, disappearing from the ranger's sight. His kiting skills were outrageously effective.

In the following days, Boss Hu remained secluded in his Central Mage Tower within Sky City Suramar, nobody knowing what he was tinkering with. It wasn't until the main forces of the Human and Elven Alliance were preparing for a full-scale advance that Hu Feng reappeared.

After much deliberation among the human generals and elven commanders, they decided on the simplest and most brutal approach: a full frontal assault.

After all, given the current troop disparity, the Human and Elven Alliance held an absolute numerical advantage. Furthermore, they were not at all inferior in terms of high-end ranged combat power like rangers and mages.

How many Troll Witch Doctors, axe throwers, and javelin throwers were there in the entirety of Zul'Aman City? At this moment, this troll capital city was like a lone boat on a vast sea, precarious and without any follow-up reinforcements.

Oh, the absence of follow-up reinforcements was the Human Empire's doing.

The Arathor Empire had not only dispatched its main legions to assist the High Elves in attacking Zul'Aman but had also sent numerous auxiliary legions to conduct a carpet search across the northern regions of the Eastern Kingdoms, specifically targeting the troll clans entrenched in various areas.

The Withered Trolls of the Arathi Highlands, the Rot-moss Trolls of the Hinterlands, and other troll clans were currently struggling to defend themselves, desperately resisting the human advance or fleeing and migrating once more. They were utterly incapable of providing support to the Amani Trolls in the Eversong Woods region.

Of course, Emperor Thoradin's actions were not solely to aid the elves; he was also seizing this opportunity to expand the territorial reach of the Arathor Empire once more.

Once the Troll Wars concluded, the Arathor Empire would become the most powerful and vastest first empire on the Eastern Kingdoms continent.

Emperor of a Thousand Ages, unifier of races – Emperor Thoradin was the first and last human leader to achieve this level of accomplishment. After Stromgarde, there was no one who followed.

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Quel'Thalas, southern Eversong Woods, Windrunner Tower.

At this moment, a massive allied army was slowly advancing, the banners of Stromgarde and the High Elves obscuring the sky.

Human soldiers wore white armor, while the elves were uniformly clad in robes, with a small contingent of Spellbreakers in ornate armor wielding double-bladed polearms.

In the sky, human Griffin Riders and High Elven Dragonhawk Riders flew in swarms, their calls echoing.

The Griffin Riders were a newly formed unit among the humans. They had only managed to tame a small batch of wild griffins, and it would take time before they could form a significant force, a process that would require the assistance of the Dwarves in the future.

As for the High Elven Dragonhawk Riders, they were a variation of the Night Elven Hippogryph Riders. The Eastern Kingdoms lacked hippogrpyhs, but the Eversong Woods region was home to wild dragonhawks. These beasts were highly attuned to Arcane magic, which allowed the High Elves to tame them and use them as war mounts.

When it came to ground cavalry, the High Elves were somewhat lacking.

Compared to the majestic warhorses of the humans, the High Elves' plump Striders appeared rather comical.

Striders were gentle in nature and extremely timid, easily startled. Therefore, while they were suitable for daily travel or as mounts for mages, asking these plump birds to charge into battle was something they flatly refused to do.

The human cavalrymen stared at the High Elves with disbelief.

Riding birds?

What were these long-eared folk thinking?

The long, continuous, low sound of horns echoed through the three armies. On the chariot platform at the center of the formation, General Lothar leaned on his longsword, his gaze resolute. Behind him, on a high platform, was a gruesome sight.

It was an ossuary piled high with the severed troll heads captured earlier.

The humans of this era still retained many rather barbaric customs, many of which were passed down from their Vrykul ancestors on the continent of Northrend.

"Advance, everyone! Level Zul'Aman and kill all those trolls!"

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