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Everything had a beginning, whether good or bad.
The scenery of Silithus remained as tranquil as it had been for tens of thousands of years. If one ignored the insects buzzing in the sky and the ugly, dark red structures standing amid the yellow sands, this desert was actually magnificent.
At least, anyone visiting for the first time would be utterly awestruck by the sight of the sun setting over the desert. That was also why the Silithus Great Desert had attracted so many Night Elf travelers before the insect plague. Such magnificent scenery was hard to find anywhere else in the world.
There were plenty of deserts in this world, but none other possessed the grandeur and weight of history that Silithus did.
Starting three months ago, troops had arrived one after another in this place once inhabited only by insects, beasts, and Druids. There were not only Night Elf Sentinels rushing over from Feathermoon Stronghold in Feralas, but also Orcs from Durotar, Paladins from Theramore, Paladins from the Eastern Kingdoms, sailors from Kul Tiras, and Stormwind City's Seventh Legion infantry.
There were even smaller contingents from less numerous races, such as the Tauren and High Elves. Though few of them had come, they were unquestionably the elite of the elite. The Tauren, for instance, had contributed an entire warrior band of 200 High-Rank Warriors, all equipped with twin totems and oversized battle-axes. Ordinary people would be frightened speechless just seeing that equipment.
The High Elves had also sent their finest Ranger Corps and Mage Corps. The Firewing Guard, dressed in crimson phoenix robes, drew particular attention from the other spellcasters, not only for their superb strength, but also for their extravagance.
The Zandalari Trolls had arrived as promised as well. Though fewer than a hundred had come,