A false holy mountain, a model of unruly people born out of poor mountains and harsh waters, hiding some innocuous secrets, and enshrining gods that are neither big nor small.
The real holy mountain, no matter you are a demigod or a demon king, just climb the mountain for me!
It's not that Archimonde hasn't considered using magic to solve the problem, but when he set foot on Mount Hyjal, he felt that everything came back, and the feeling from the last time he came to Azeroth came back.
It's the smell of the Well of Eternity!
Last time, the Well of Eternity was a bay of nostalgia, with Archimonde at one end and Sargeras at the other.
So polluters dare not have ideas.
This time, until he got really close, Archimonde couldn't help but want to praise the night elf for hiding it well. Such a combination of heaven and earth should be enjoyed by those who are destined to enjoy it.
The power contained in Mount Hyjal will interfere with the operation of magic, so the devil chooses to let the little ones explore the way ahead.
Everything is happening according to the script in Malfurion's hands.
The night elves are bleeding, and every second the lives of the brave and the fearless and the confused innocent are lost.
But Malfurion could only harden his heart and focus on what was before him.
Without destroying Archimonde, the catastrophe of the Burning Legion cannot truly end this time.
In the early days, because he was not clear about Archimonde's strategic intentions, Malfurion chose to divide his forces and defend them. He had made a big mistake. As a result, Poplar Valley was empty of troops and had to rely on the power of humans and orcs.
But it's not all without its benefits.
True strategic fraud requires not only deceiving the enemy, but also deceiving one's own people.
The population of the night elves was there. Even if there were 20 million pigs, the Burning Legion would not be able to kill them all in a short time. This would greatly disperse the forces in Archimonde's hands.
For the sake of the final victory, Cenarius dared to sacrifice himself. Malfurion also issued an order to rescue Mount Hyjal with all his strength.
Because of this order, the scattered Dark Night Corps mobilized their troops to gather in the direction of Baiyang Valley.
Although he knew that this would cause a lot of casualties, the Archdruid still did it.
Because this can effectively tie down Archimonde's troops and reduce the pressure of the defense battle on Mount Hyjal.
Time, Malfurion needed time.
Jaina was at the foot of the mountain, watching the mixed forces of the Undead Scourge and the Burning Legion launching wave after wave of charges, looking at the poor performance of the Theramore defenders and the calmness of the Kul Tiras veterans, and once again begged her father Retreat first.
"Father……"
"Jaina, the person standing in front of you is the admiral of the Alliance and your father. Yu Gong, the undead natural disaster is the enemy, Yu Zi, how could I abandon my daughter!"
Unlike Theramore soldiers who have never really dealt with the undead Scourge.
In the Eastern Kingdoms, during the most difficult times of the battle, Kul Tiran sailors often went ashore to assist Alliance troops.
They are no strangers to dealing with undead natural disasters.
The third thing is firepower, frontal force, and large corps.
This is a magic weapon that has been proven effective in war.
The temporary base built on it suppressed the numerical advantage of the Undead Scourge. Although Jaina's base was still at the foot of Mount Hyjal, Cenarius's deathrattle effectively hindered Archimonde's military strength.
Therefore, in the early days of the war, the pressure was not great, which gave mankind false hope - the Burning Legion was nothing more than that.
However, as Archimonde contained the natural power of Poplar Valley and a large number of troops launched attacks continuously, Jaina's temporary base became in danger.
Compared with the casualties, the loss of materials is even more shocking.
Malfurion's request was that Jaina must hold the first line of defense for at least three days.
However, in just one and a half days, there was nothing left in the warehouse of the temporary base except food.
So in the evening, Jaina asked her father to retreat early, but Daelin Proudmoore refused.
After a difficult night, the Kul Tiran people survived with their tenacious will and strong fortifications.
But when daylight came, the Burning Legion's offensive seemed to never stop, and human morale began to collapse.
Why, I had prepared so many supplies back then, but how could they be consumed so quickly?
Jaina didn't know that times had changed a long time ago. In the Eastern Kingdom, human life was now much more expensive than gunpowder.
But Hai's daughter didn't want to embarrass herself in front of her father.
"Please lend me your sword."
In order to prove herself, Jaina, who was once young and ignorant, deliberately distanced herself from her family and deliberately downplayed her surname of Proudmoore. She wanted to prove that Jaina was still a person even if she was not the princess of Kul Tiras.
However, time and time again, Jaina proved herself wrong.
So this time, she stopped being pretentious.
Taking over Tidebringer from her father, Jaina stood at the forefront of the battle line, gathering the magic power in her body to resonate with the legendary sword.
With just one slash, the majestic magic power turned into waves that splashed across the mountains, and the enemies all over the mountains and plains were cut into two pieces.
"Recover the arrows and crossbow, quickly!"
Jaina ordered her men to take advantage of the enemy's offensive to quickly clean up the battlefield.
Taking the sword from his daughter, Dai Lin wielded the cold sword with a fiery heart...
Nothing happened.
Jaina hesitated to speak, hesitated to speak, and finally found an excuse to leave.
"Am I a waste?"
Daelin Proudmoore spoke in a low voice and no one dared to answer.
In the Eastern Kingdom, the Kul Tiran sailors, who were poisoned by the Alliance's latest tactical guidance, ignored Theramore's poor logistical supply capabilities and almost lost their position for the ridiculous reason of running out of long-range firepower.
But Jaina used cold magic to bring death to the Legion's minions time and time again.
Just like that, the difficult day came to an end.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Jaina opened the portal, and the army successfully retreated to the second pass.
But Jaina didn't leave.
The temporary base that could accommodate 10,000 soldiers was now empty except for her.
In the distance was the Legion's new offensive, and an inexplicable smile appeared on Jaina's lips.
"I was so stupid and cute back then, but this is Mount Hyjal!"
No longer hiding her true magic level, Jaina let out a low roar, absorbing the overflowing magic power from the ground beneath her feet, turning it into huge waves that poured down the mountain.
Then left with a cool single pass.
"Gianna! Gianna!"
"Father, I am here."
"Oh, I thought there was something wrong with your spell, and I was going to go back to find you."
"Well, there is a delay in transmission. It's normal. Don't worry."
One dares to say it, and the other dares to believe it.
This time it just slipped away.
Unlike the game, the real Mount Hyjal is terrifyingly high and terrifyingly big.
So the area that Jaina needs to guard actually has three places suitable for building temporary camps.
With Theramore's guards alone, Jaina only had the manpower to hold on to one place.
But with the arrival of her father, Jaina, who had more manpower, chose to take them all.
In other words, humans have built a total of three temporary bases.
After the Burning Legion had eaten one, there were two more, and after the humans, there were Orcs and Night Elves.
But Archimonde didn't care.
All he wants is the World Tree.
