" You helped me save my father, Thrall, so I will definitely help you save your mother!" Garrosh Hellscream and Thrall finally opened their hearts to each other, and their previous disagreements over the Horde vanished without a trace.
Grommash Hellscream watched Garrosh and Thrall with deep emotion. In the main world, Garrosh and Thrall had been forced to fight, and Garrosh had ultimately died in battle.
Even though Rend was currently far away in the Twisting Nether, fighting the Burning Legion bitterly, as long as the Horde had Garrosh and Thrall working together as one, nothing could go wrong.
Thrall and Garrosh were perfectly complementary—one calm and wise, the other brave and aggressive. Together, they were enough to lead the Horde to defeat any powerful enemy.
Not long afterward, the reorganized Azeroth Allied Forces marched down the Road of the Naaru once more in perfect formation and launched an attack on the Light Fortress.
All manner of siege weapons were pushed out by war beasts such as Gronn and Iron Gronn, then set up under cover within range of the Light Fortress.
In an instant, dozens of tons of ammunition poured forth. These deadly fireworks flew toward the Light Fortress. The Light Fortress had originally possessed a Holy Light shield, but because of Prophet Velen's Light Dissolution Domain, it could now only endure Azeroth's artillery bombardment directly.
The heavy artillery quickly blasted apart many structures within the Light Fortress, and flames began to rise. The once-holy Light Fortress had fallen into crisis.
High Archbishop Yrel watched everything coldly. Even artillery shells flying over her head failed to move her in the slightest.
The scene before her reminded High Archbishop Yrel of the day the Iron Horde attacked Karabor Temple.
Endless artillery rained down from the sky as countless Orcs