That day, Azeroth was once again reminded of the horrors of being dominated by the Burning Legion.
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A month has passed since the brutal battle between the living and the dead to retake the city of Lordaeron.
The Alliance will win without victory, and the Scourge will be defeated without defeat.
Because a strange thing happened on the battlefield.
At a certain moment, all the undead natural disasters seemed to have lost a second of time at the same time.
After a brief pause, the undead Scourge went crazy.
Crazy is a description and a fact.
Although the living cannot understand how the mindless dead can go crazy, all members of the Scourge in Lordaeron seem to have collectively fallen into unprecedented collective chaos.
Finally, Lordaeron's conspiracy was exposed.
The illusion of 400,000 troops was the biggest bait. Outside Lordaeron, Kel'Thuzad repeated his old tricks and buried more than 300,000 undead natural disasters in the ground.
As long as Carlos leads his army into the city, the natural disaster ambush will rise up to block the city gates and gaps, repeating the scene of cheese between two buns.
It's a pity that the alliance was not fooled.
Kel'Thuzad, despite all his calculations, never realized that Carlos had some weird memories that were not worth mentioning.
The Alliance's Grand Marshal is afraid of the tragedy of the Scourge's Gate Northern Expedition that has not yet happened, and fears and acquiesces that the Undead Scourge will definitely plant a large number of plague bombs in the city of Lordaeron.
Therefore, Carlos did not even think about conquering the city of Lordaeron in one battle. Instead, he chose to build fortresses, gun towers, and bunkers.
At the same time, news came that Dalong County was still alive, and the alliance was full of momentum.
This is not surprising. There is already a poisonous situation near the city of Lordaeron. The old and young people in Lordaeron do not dare to compete with Alterac for Hillsbrad. This is exactly the trouble. There was news that there were resistance forces in Daron County who were still holding on, so everyone could only offer good wishes to the warriors morally. Now the exact news has come that most of the land in Darrow County has not been polluted, and the main force of the natural disaster has been destroyed by the great Carlos Barov.
Um.
In the city of Lordaeron that year, a natural disaster of undead massacred humans. In the end, His Majesty Terenas chose the emperor to guard the country and the king to die.
At that time, I saw His Majesty Carlos slumped in his chair and burst into tears. I will never forget this scene.
At that moment I was thinking, if I could become an honorable Union soldier, I would win them all.
Now that Darrowshire is in front of me, I must consider whether this will be my only chance in this life.
I believe that His Majesty Carlos is indispensable for the alliance's past hegemony.
It is our duty to rebuild the glory of the Alliance!
Don't worry about how the capitalist aristocrats sitting firmly in the back saw Carlos slumped in a chair and burst into tears. Ask him if the chair has become a spirit and the person is present.
Don't worry about the glorious alliance soldiers. As long as they are humans, dwarves, and dwarfs over the age of fifteen and under fifty, regardless of gender, they can become one of them.
Don't worry about where the Alliance troops will be when Darrow County needs support.
Anyway, the main force of the undead has been defeated. His Majesty the King, Grand Marshal Carlos, let’s just block the gates of Lordaeron and leave. The land of Daron County... Bah, the people of Daron County are still waiting for the king’s rescue. Woolen cloth!
In less than a month, the alliance suffered nearly 200,000 casualties. Although the results were brilliant, the losses of the living compared with the dead, it was unclear who had no brains.
So Carlos strengthened the defense line of Silver Pine Mountain Road, took advantage of the convenience of the inner lake shipping to transport a large number of engineering equipment, and directly started building fortresses, bunkers and trenches outside the three gates of Lordaeron City.
Not to mention, when the number of troops remaining outside Lordaeron was reduced to 100,000, the alliance's quartermasters felt that the sky was blue and the water was clear, and the plague flowers that grew after the disaster were so bright and dazzling. .
Because of the inaction of the Undead Scourge in Lordaeron, the fortress was built very quickly.
The mobilized troops quickly passed through the barrier and rushed to the Stratholme area. A battle was highly anticipated.
At least Kael'thas is looking forward to it.
Just as Carlos courted Quel'Thalas back then, the high elves today praise the Alliance.
There is no other way, Stratholme City is like a sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of the high elves.
A large number of people and materials were lost, even Silvermoon City was breached, and the brilliance of the Sunwell was lost. The bleak reality forced the proud Quel'dorei elves to recognize the reality - magic is not cheap.
As for the problem of magic addiction, it is not too serious.
The reason is very simple. Not only the Sunwell can provide magic power, but if that were the case, all human mages should commit suicide.
With such a large alliance behind him, the skinny Quel'Thalas also had enough wealth to trade with the human kingdom for various magic products.
The Quel'dorei elves, or the former high elves, have mastered the art of infusion and enchantment thousands of years ago, and are also proficient in the fixation and extraction and purification of magic power.
Kael'thas in other world lines had no choice but to follow Illidan to the Outlands with all his might. This was partly because of Garithos's rejection, and partly because the humans of Lordaeron themselves had suffered a complete defeat.
Although there are more high elves surviving in Silvermoon City today, not counting the Kingdom of Stormwind to the south, there are more than 3 million to 4 million humans in the continent of Lordaeron just north of the Paladin Gulf. The various magic gems dug out of the mines every day can be counted in tons.
Silver Moon City only lacks magic power, not money.
In this context, Uther's call of "I did not call for reinforcements, Carlos, please don't come, Lordaeron City, Lordaeron City above all else" was directly ignored.
Subsequently, 150,000 troops moved directly to the east of the Whitewater River, and even Sylvanas was ready to go south.
Don't mention it, fighting on the inside, the logistical pressure is much reduced, a large number of elite soldiers and powerful generals are all-powerful, and the battle is going very well.
Then the Scourge went crazy.
With the superior strength of the army, Uther was not a hypocritical person, and he prepared a battle plan to recapture Kaolin Crossing. As a result, the city of Lordaeron was in danger.
Although the fortress defense line has begun to take shape, the 100,000-strong garrison was prepared based on the fact that Lordaeron only had 400,000 undead. As a result, 300,000 natural disaster troops suddenly emerged from the ground, which could destroy the Alliance in the bunker. The princes were frightened.
Moreover, Carlos had already disbanded the first batch of 100,000 people in order to stabilize people's hearts.
In other words, counting the minor illnesses in the wounded barracks, the Alliance only has 300,000 field troops at this time, 100,000 in Lordaeron and 200,000 in the Stratholme area.
Sorry, trolls and orcs are still not counted in the number of regular Alliance troops.
The result is that if Carlos does not want to cause huge social turmoil, he can only transfer people from Uther's side to support the city of Lordaeron again.
Uther didn't care. Anyway, he agreed to the defense of Daron County without any danger. It would not have much impact on when the Kaolin intersection was recaptured. He decisively sent out 120,000 troops to return to the defense. He took 80,000 human soldiers with him. More than 30,000 orc trolls continued to play with the undead elite left by Arthas.
The alliance's situation at this time was moving from one victory to another. As for the undead riot in Lordaeron, it was just a small twist.
A situation emerged where Kael'thas was the only one who didn't start.
Not only because the Alliance delayed the military operation to clear the Stratholme region, but also because of Alleria Windrunner's colleagues.
The elder, a woman, has a high prestige and is particularly good at fighting.
Alleria accompanied him all the way, teaching Kael'thas that Kael'thas was too weak. When did the great King of Quel'Thalas suffer from this?
My dad never scolded me!
The situation in the Eastern Kingdom is no longer the focus of the Lich King and Kel'Thuzad. Even if the undead Scourge in Lordaeron and Stratholme are wiped out by the alliance led by Carlos, it is no longer important.
Because the purpose has been achieved.
Arthas had become the Lich King, and Kel'Thuzad's spiritual imprint had been unlocked, and he had indeed deceived Ner'zhul by resurrecting it with Naaru's dried-up core.
Shamans are not considered spellcasters, and the ziggurats Kel'Thuzad built throughout the Eastern Kingdoms are indeed part of the ritual to summon Archimonde.
But not all.
Arriving in Silithus, where the sky is filled with yellow sand, the power of the floating necropolis of Naxxramas quickly wiped out the surrounding night elves and silithid bugs.
Following Kel'Thuzad's orders, the final components of the summoning ritual took shape rapidly by the hour.
Carlos didn't know that the missing magic of Elre'Thalas was hidden under the endless yellow sand of Silithus.
As Kel'Thuzad presided over the mysterious ceremony, tremendous magic began to gather.
The Demon King's cry echoed, and the twisted door tore through the space.
The power of the king comes here, look at the roaring power of the heaven and earth!
Archimonde's hands took the lead in stretching out the unstable space portal, opening up the vortex where magic power gathered. According to the time calculation of Azeroth, the majestic and evil body of the Eredar Supreme finally came again after ten thousand years. this world.
There is no need to worship or admire him. Just standing on the earth makes the sky of Silithus dim and the wind stops noisy for it.
Archimonde savored this world that shamed him, and his eyes crossed the limit of distance, making Arthas' heartbeat stop and his soul tremble.
Archimonde stared at the truth hidden in the yellow sand under his feet. He hooked his fingers and summoned the Book of Medivh and pointed at the gate of quicksand. The great sacrifice of the dragon family was instantly wiped out. C'Thun's secret gaze was blocked. The Thousand-Eyed Demon lost five hundred eyes due to the merciless blows of the Defiler.
Archimonde felt the presence of the World Tree, he frowned, he was confused, he smiled, he was happy.
At this moment, Arthas' disrespect, Azeroth's failed past, and Sargeras's burning expedition were no longer important.
"Legion, listen to my orders, guards come to me!"
Archimonde cast a spell again, blocking the unstable portal with his flagship.
The next moment, thousands of legion demons who had surrendered to Archimonde jumped over, and a short figure mingled among them.
