The Mag'har Orcs of Garadar joined the Horde, adding fresh strength to its ranks. All of Thrallmar was decked out in festive decorations to welcome these uncorrupted Orc tribes.
The Horde had already been at a disadvantage, while the Alliance had been growing ever stronger. The addition of the Draenei had strengthened the Alliance even further.
After several days of reorganization and rest, the Alliance and Horde agreed to march on Hellfire Citadel simultaneously, capture the largest military base on Hellfire Peninsula, open the roads from Thrallmar and Honor Hold to the other regions in one stroke, and take control of the entire peninsula.
Shortly after the armies set out, the combined Alliance and Horde forces heard a tremendous crash from the direction of Hellfire Citadel.
"Illidan is an arrogant fool! I will destroy him and rule Outland once more!"
"How long did you think your pathetic magic could hold me?! Now my blood will be your doom!"
The Pit Lord's voice rang throughout Hellfire Citadel. After his long imprisonment, Magtheridon was free once more.
Magtheridon stretched his two pairs of enormous bat wings. As all the restraining magic circles around him ceased functioning, he felt his strength slowly returning. The Pit Lord even made a token grasp at the surrounding air. The feeling of being in control of his body again was simply too pleasant.
The surrounding walls had already begun to crack, but Magtheridon still walked out unhurriedly, unconcerned about being buried alive beneath the collapsing structure, letting the rubble fall onto his body.
Demons such as Pit Lords were completely different from ordinary creatures. These massive monsters were filled with fierce flames or potent corrosive substances. Once they were killed, the vast quantities of fire, poisonous gas, and corrosive matter inside them would erupt.
Moreover, Pit Lords'