Kul Tiras' strength is naval combat, and their marines... can only be said to be pretty good.
If it weren't for the lack of men at the critical moment, Sarlayan would not have originally planned to push Kul Tiras's marines to the front line. Their mission was to wipe out the remnants of the demon army that fled around after Archimonde's death near the coastline.
When the sea-crossing army set off again from Boralus Port to the Broken Islands with Daelin's earnest request, the South Sea Port in the Hillsbrad Hills also welcomed a wave of "guests".
Under the guidance of Medivh, who transformed into a crow prophet, Guyin'er, who had just become the new chief of the tribe, finally knew the truth behind the orcs' crazy invasion of Azeroth.
Guyin'er, who was raised by humans since childhood, is willing to face up to and admit the sin of the old tribe's invasion of Azeroth. He also intends to lead the new tribe that has temporarily escaped the control of the demon's blood to atone for this.
However, Gu Yin'er, who was trapped in the Eastern Kingdom, had never been able to make a specific plan for atonement. Medivh came at the right time.
From the mouth of this mysterious man who called himself "Prophet", Guyin'er learned in detail the causes and consequences of the orcs being seduced and degenerated step by step by the Burning Legion.
After all, Medivh...or Sargeras was personally involved in this matter. Medivh knew this matter better than anyone else because he was one of the parties involved.
As he grows up, Guyin'er will not easily believe the one-sided words of a person of unknown origin.
After confirming some details with experienced elders such as Drek'Thar and Grom, Guyin'er basically believed Medivh's words.
Just when he was about to continue asking the "Prophet" for detailed information about the Burning Legion, Medivh deliberately performed a show of indifference.
"Wow~"
Medivh, who turned into a crow again, spread his wings and took off, turning around on Guyin'er's head, who wanted to stay.
"Young chieftain, the Burning Legion is invading the continent of Kalimdor on the other side of the Endless Sea."
"If you want your people to completely get rid of the control of demons, truly gain the understanding of the native races of Azeroth and integrate into this world, then lead your warriors to Kalimdor and join the fight to protect Azeroth. Fight."
"I will be waiting for your arrival at Sun Peaks in Stonetalon Mountains."
"etc!"
Guyin'er looked at the crow prophet flying away and asked loudly: "How do we cross the sea to Kalimdor?"
"Go and visit Nanhai Town, son of Durotan. I look forward to meeting you again."
"Nanhai Town..."
Standing on the top of a hill, Guyin'er looked up at the sea south of Hillsbrad: "Get rid of the devil's control? Just what I want!"
Holding the Doomhammer in his hand, Guyin turned around and shouted to a mature orc standing not far away: "Varok! Call all the warriors and inform Grom's Warsong clan that we are going to embark on the journey." A new journey!”
Varok Saurfang of the Blackstone Clan, the lieutenant Orgrim left for Guyin, hammered his chest hard: "Your will! Warchief."
…
"Kalimdor, huh~"
While the reinforcements from the Alliance and the Horde were still sailing in the sea, Archimonde had already led the main force of the army to land on the desolate red land in the southern part of the Azshara region.
Archimonde knelt down and grabbed a handful of lifeless red soil, letting the sand flow to the ground along his big blue hands.
"There are still traces of the legion's battle ten thousand years ago here, but... it's not enough."
A ferocious smile appeared on Archimonde's face, and the remaining soil in his hand quickly changed from red to a miserable green hue.
"Let's go, it's time to tell those disgusting night elves that the Legion is back to settle accounts with them!"
"oh oh!!"
Behind Archimonde, countless demons of all races excitedly raised their weapons in response to the commander's call, and the gushing evil energy created a hellish scene.
"grown ups!"
A huge reptilian demon stood out from the crowd, came to Archimonde, and bowed his head respectfully to ask for a fight.
"Please leave the vanguard mission to me! I will bring you victory as always!"
"Very well, Mannoroth."
Archimonde smiled and patted the abyss lord Mannoroth on the shoulder covered with evil barbs, and raised his hand to point to the Ashenvale forest in the northwest.
"According to our scout reports, the core territory of the night elves is behind that forest. Go and repay the blood debt owed ten thousand years ago!"
"yes!"
After receiving the order, Mannoroth raised the huge double-headed spear in his hand with high fighting spirit: "Warriors of the Legion! Come with me to conquer this miserable world!"
…
Kalimdor is the home base of the night elves, but the night elves do not completely occupy all of Kalimdor's territory.
The currently unknown red earth and barren land on the coast happened to be the blind spot of their vision.
Night elves are accustomed to living in symbiosis with forests, and they have little interest in sparsely vegetated lands like the Barrens.
In contrast, the tauren, who had firmly established themselves in Mulgore, began to set foot in the barren lands and gradually expanded their sphere of influence based on a few oases.
When the Legion landed on Kalimdor, the night elves were busy dealing with internal problems. They never expected that Archimonde would simply abandon the equally rich Eastern Kingdom and go straight to Kalimdor.
Tauren hunters who were exploring new lands near the Forgotten Pool Oasis discovered the traces of legion demons first.
Ten thousand years have passed, and the group of tauren who participated in the ancient war have long passed away, but their heroic deeds have been preserved in the form of pictures on totem poles.
Because of the style of painting, the appearance of the devil depicted on the totem pole is somewhat distorted.
But these hunters who were the first to discover traces of demons still identified some of the demon races through their distinctive appearance features.
After the hunters quickly transmitted this information back to Thunder Bluff, before the tauren warchief Kyle Bloodhoof could speak, Magatha, the chief of the Grimtotem clan, jumped up first.
"The Burning Legion! They are finally here! My father's prophecy predicted that the foreign invaders would bring destruction to Azeroth and the Tauren family!"
After Sarlayan's painstaking guidance and explanation back then, Magatha, who misread his father's prophecy, has been relatively quiet in recent years, no longer jumping out to oppose Warchief Kane on everything as before.
But this does not mean that the grumpy Magatha has changed her temper. On the contrary, people who are familiar with her know that Magatha's keeping a low profile is actually accumulating her own anger, waiting to explode again when the prophesied day arrives. .
Runetotem Chief Hamuul, who had just received the title of Archdruin from Malfurion not long ago, frowned.
"Salayan's prediction back then has indeed come true. Warchief, what should we do?"
"of course!"
Magatha tapped the ground heavily with her staff. Two streams of white air came out of her nose and she shouted excitedly: "Kill these despicable invaders! We must not let the devil destroy the new home we finally built!"
Kane, who has a calm personality, rarely agreed with Magatha's radical speech. He nodded with a heavy expression and said: "The Burning Legion is the common enemy of all living things in Azeroth. Our ancestors also fought with the Azeroth to protect Azeroth." The devil fought with blood.”
"We must fight, but we cannot be blindly impulsive. Unintentionally confronting the main force of the legion alone will only waste the lives of the tribesmen needlessly."
"Margasa, you should have heard that those demons can be resurrected after death, but our people cannot. It is not rational to fight with them."
Under Kane's reasonable persuasion, Magatha temporarily suppressed her inner restlessness and asked angrily: "Then what do you think we should do?"
A gleam flashed in Kane's eyes: "Based on the details observed by the hunters, it is speculated that these demons should have swam from the other side of the sea, which means..."
Hamuul answered with a stunned look on his face: "They are probably from the Eastern Kingdom where Quel'Thalas is located?"
"Yes." Kane touched the beard on his chin and said thoughtfully: "Salayan, who has been wary of the demon's return for a long time, cannot ignore it."
"We don't know the situation on the Eastern Kingdom's side for the time being, but I guess reinforcements from Quel'Thalas and even more countries in the Eastern Kingdom may be on the way."
"Judging from the marching route of the Burning Legion, they are heading straight towards the Valley of Ashen."
Kane turned to look at his old friend: "Hamuir, could you please go there personally and inform the night elves of the Legion's return as quickly as possible, so that they can prepare for the battle as soon as possible."
"Okay, I'll leave now."
Hamuul immediately transformed into the form of a storm crow, spread his wings and took off, quickly leaving Thunder Bluff and heading north like a streak of yellow lightning.
Kyle stood up immediately after Hamuul left: "Magatha, tell your Grimtotem warriors to stop playing with the centaurs. We have more difficult enemies to deal with."
"Ha!" A ferocious smile appeared on Magatha's face: "I'm just waiting for your words!"
…
When the tauren, who had first noticed the demon's movements, began to urgently prepare for war, Malfurion was working with Jarod to arrange for Fandral and his pioneer team to return urgently from Northrend.
Tyrande and Maiev made the rare trip to Ashenvale together, and as expected, the two quarreled as always on the road.
Just as Jarod predicted before, after Fandral returned from his travels, he voted in favor of releasing Yin Lidan to deal with the Burning Legion.
The minority obeyed the majority, and Maiev, who was helpless, was still a little angry, but she did not continue her stubborn opposition to the end.
However, Maiev made a request. As the jailer who had guarded Yin Lidan for ten thousand years, Yin Lidan must be released under her own witness, and he would also need to act under the supervision of the watchers at all times.
As Yin Lidan's biological brother, Malfurion knew his brother better than anyone else.
In order to prevent Yin Lidan, who had been imprisoned for ten thousand years, from venting his resentment on the spot, Malfurion forced Tyrande and Maiev to set off together.
After the work at hand came to an end for the time being, Malfurion raised his head and looked out the window worriedly. He had always felt a little uneasy recently.
'Tylande should be able to temporarily soothe the negative emotions in Yin Lidan's heart, but...where does this uneasy premonition come from? '
