Rebuilding the Wall [Daily 10k, Please Subscribe]

With the joy of victory, the Alliance notified the Druids to come collect their prize—no, to inspect and accept it!

When Krasus arrived in C'Thun's hall via teleportation with Malfurion and Fandral, they too were stunned by the enormous pile of Old God flesh scattered across the center of the hall.

"W-what is this? An Old God?" Malfurion could barely speak clearly.

Varian stepped forward. "That's right. This is the corpse of the Old God C'Thun. The Alliance has defeated him. He's been reduced to a pile of minced flesh."

"This is wonderful!" Fandral eagerly stepped forward to inspect it, but Varian grabbed him and pulled him back. "Don't get too close. Even though the Old God is dead, his body still contains Void shadow energy."

"O-okay!" Fandral could only stand at a distance and watch.

Malfurion praised them instead. "Very good. The Alliance has achieved an unprecedented victory."

Varian said, "It was the work of everyone who fought. Glory to Azeroth!" Only then did he say with a troubled expression, "Now that the crisis in An'qiraj has been resolved, what should we do with this place?"

After giving it some thought, Malfurion realized that even he had not expected the Alliance to complete the An'qiraj mission so quickly—especially with that strange massive explosion. He said, "The Druids will handle the final cleanup here. The Alliance's work is finished."

Well then, they were already being chased out. The final credit would all go to the Druids. Whether it had been the War of the Shifting Sands or the effort to open the gates of An'qiraj, these elven Druids had always called it a world-ending crisis and demanded that the Horde and Alliance fill the gap with lives. Now that the insects had been defeated and C'Thun killed, the Druids still