A week later, Azshara and Timbermaw Fortress in Winterspring.
"Hold your ground!"
Faced with a steady stream of demons coming at them, the elves finally gave up guarding Felwood a few days ago. The front line from Winterspring to Mount Hyjal was already crumbling due to excessive pressure.
Malfurion and Tyrande were anxiously resisting the demon invasion on the defensive line, while Arthas, who was the commander of the alliance, looked solemn on the side.
The number of demons in Felwood exceeds everyone's imagination. That guy Tichondrius has set up portals of the Burning Legion in every center contaminated by evil energy.
The demons who entered Azeroth immediately set up camp and solidified the existence of the portal so that it could not be easily destroyed. Now, Felwood is the location of the Burning Legion's troops, and all the demons are swarming through those doors. And enter.
In just one day, the elves abandoned Felwood under tremendous pressure and allowed the Timbermaw furbolgs to destroy the passage connecting Felwood to Winterspring.
In this way, although the situation in Felwood was temporarily stabilized, the demons were not completely blocked. After Felwood became impassable, they went south from Felwood to Ashenvale, and then entered Azshara in the east from Ashenvale. .
There is the gate of the Timbermaw Fortress of the Night Elves' allies, the Timbermaw Furbolgs, and this fortress connects Winterspring Valley, Felwood, and, most importantly, Mount Hyjal.
Although the demons are still on the march and have not yet reached Azshara, judging from the situation in Felwood, everyone knows that the fall of Timbermaw Fortress is only a matter of time.
"Arch Druid, it's time to make a decision."
After dealing with another wave of demons attacking the fortress, Arthas slammed his war hammer on the ground, "The demons will not give us more time to think about countermeasures."
Malfurion looked at the messy scene in the fortress canyon and didn't know what he was thinking. "Prince Arthas, have the Alliance's support been prepared at Mount Hyjal?"
"Of course, the engineers and mages of the Alliance have built several lines of defense in the shortest time. Now the only way from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain is a tightly defended fortification," Arthas replied, "The orcs and giants The demons also established their position on the mountainside, but their manpower is not large, and the previous battle with Mannoroth brought them a lot of losses."
Malfurion looked at Timbermaw Fortress, which was horribly damaged by the demon's attack, and estimated the result, "I'm afraid that Timbermaw Fortress will not be able to withstand the demon's impact by tomorrow's sunrise at best."
"It is unrealistic to stop the demon here. Our last hope is on Mount Hyjal." Tyrande glanced at Malfurion. The demon's arrival was faster and more violent than she imagined. "It's just now. Some low-level demons, but their attack is very orderly, and there must be high-level commanders of the legion supervising the battle."
"Tylande."
"I'm listening." The priestess' hand tightened on her longbow Elunetara, seeming to have understood Malfurion's thoughts.
Malfurion stared at this lover with complex eyes who had supported each other and cuddled up to each other for thousands of years. "I need some time to prepare. I will leave the matters here to you."
"I understand, Malfurion."
After talking riddles with Tyrande for a while, Malfurion nodded to Arthas, transformed into a huge storm crow and flew to the top of Mount Hyjal.
Arthas was not surprised that Malfurion left without reason, because he almost knew what Malfurion was going to do, and the next thing was to buy enough time for the druid.
As expected, Tyrande and Arthas said, "The fall of Timbermaw Fortress is almost inevitable. We can no longer waste our strength here. Prince of humanity, please believe me and Malfurion and give us enough time." , the Kaldorei can repel the Burning Legion."
"Of course allies must trust each other, High Priestess," Arthas said without hesitation. Now is the best time to show trust. "We will try our best to buy time for Kaldorei."
Tyrande said with some gratitude, "Thank you, young prince, and may Elune bless you."
Arthas nodded slightly in response, and at the same time, he raised his arms and shouted, "Soldiers of the Alliance, let us retreat to Mount Hyjal, where we will fight to the death with these demonic bastards!"
The night elves and Timbermaw furbolgs left "gifts" for the demons in front of the fortress's gates and fortifications. After completing all this, they followed Priestess Tyrande withdrew to Mount Hyjal, where The elves will fight to the death to protect the world tree Nordrassil.
Arthas stared at the sky that was almost covered with dark green clouds. The coming of the Burning Legion was more terrifying than he imagined. It seemed that Tichondrius did not die at the hands of Illidan, but instead transformed the entire Felwood. It became the "sacrifice" for the arrival of the Burning Legion.
Tyrande was wrong about one thing, and that was that the commanders of the Burning Legion had not yet appeared. They were just waiting for the arrival of a certain being. The appearance of that person would be the beginning of the real mad charge of the demons. .
"Archimonde..."
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"Um?"
"Lord Archimonde, what happened?" Tichondrius showed true humility for the first time. He saluted respectfully to a half-visible and half-real figure, and his tone was as humble as a servant.
"Nothing." The abnormality that Archimonde noticed was fleeting. He had not yet fully arrived in Azeroth, so he was not yet sensitive to certain fluctuations, but he did notice the prying eyes.
However, the snooper's movements were very fast, and Archimonde was unable to catch the opponent's clues. However, such things were enough to arouse Archimonde's "interest".
"Tichondrius, although you have finally completed your mission, your losses seem a bit heavy." Archimonde's gaze made Tichondrius feel tremendous pressure, "The souls of those three fear demons, but Not back in the Twisting Nether."
Are they really dead?
Tichondrius was horrified, "I'm very sorry, Lord Archimonde, the Lich King's betrayal was something we could not have expected."
Unexpectedly, Archimonde not only failed to hold Tichondrius responsible, but instead said with a bit of joy in his voice, "That guy Ner'zhul actually made Kil'jaeden stumble several times in a row? What an interesting orc. , if he hadn’t been dead, I would have personally made his soul into a toy.”
Tichondrius secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although they were both leaders of the Burning Legion, both Archimonde and Kil'jaeden regarded each other's failure as enough fun.
However... this does not mean that Tichondrius will be fine. Something went wrong with the Lich King. As Kil'jaeden's lieutenant, he must be responsible. He only hopes that this time he can destroy Azeroth. He must have made enough achievements in Sri Lanka's mission to get rid of his guilt, otherwise...
Thinking of this, Tichondrius felt relieved again: he would rather face ten Archimonde than be held accountable by Kil'jaeden!
