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Archimonde's roar resounded across the sky, announcing the end of the world and summoning his own army.

In an instant, countless stone pillars bent like thorns rushed out of the corrupted earth. Every three stone pillars came together and looked like a claw rising from the ground - this was a portal. Each one

There is a fel crystal above the portal that specifically supplies energy. Legion minions walked out of it one after another, and the mighty footsteps made the pebbles on the ground tremble.

Nathanos stood on the top of Mount Hyjal. Although the battlefield was far away from him, he could still see it. Archimonde didn't seem to want to give those who were still resisting any chance to breathe. He sent out a powerful

The army, Demon Guards, Cerberus, and Doom Guards began to move towards Jaina's camp. It is not difficult to notice that this army also contains many "creations" of the Scourge. There are also ghouls who hate and greedy looking for

Following traces of the living, even the acolytes joined the fight.

The color of the sky gradually darkened, and the sun was shrouded by clouds. This was by no means a normal weather phenomenon. A few seconds later, dozens of fireball-like objects hit Jaina's camp.

"Hellfire is coming!" the female mage shouted. She had seen this creature before when she fought against Grom Hellscream with Yusar, and she took precautions once.

"Brothers and sisters, use our power to help people stay away from this atrocity!"

She and all the mages in her army used magic to prop up a magic barrier. After the fierce collision between the hellfire and the barrier, only ashes were left. The enemy's plan to create chaos through air strikes has failed. But this also consumed a lot of Jaina.

Her face was a little pale due to the magic power, although she still tried her best to show a relaxed expression.

"Don't force it." Sylvanas reminded.

Jaina frowned and smiled at her, "I am not a weak little girl. I have no problem and can continue to fight."

The female elf nodded silently. Jaina's determination was beyond her imagination. However, out of consideration for everyone's safety, she still said: "You should take a rest, Jaina. In the plan, we must also rely on your teleportation spell."

retreat."

"certainly."

The first wave of attacks was not a test. Sylvanas soon discovered that the number of enemies was almost endless. Humans' long-range firepower was not weak, but every time an enemy that rushed up was knocked down, the next one would take his place.

Not long after, bloody head-to-head combat began. Sylvanas personally went into battle and fought various twisted-looking monsters. She picked up the discarded spear on the ground, threw it at a Doom Guard, and pierced his arm.

Head. A Cerberus rushed towards her. The female elf did not flinch. She grabbed the horns growing on both sides of the dog's back, and then stabbed the dagger from the Cerberus's chin, only to hear it howl.

She lost the ability to move. Sylvanas did not continue to wait for the next demon to rush towards her and seek death. A real hunter always takes the initiative. She did not choose to kill any target targeted by her on the battlefield.

Instead, she charged in the direction where the demons were coming. She was not defending, but attacking. She had stepped out of the human defense line, which also meant that more and more demons were targeting her as their first attack target.

.If she had been alone like this, she would definitely die. But the survivors of Lordaeron did not watch the rangers who fought alongside them take risks alone. On the contrary, they were inspired. Most of these people were refugees, including Lordaeron.

Denlon, Stromgarde, Dalaran, and Quel'Thalas, their homes were all destroyed by the Burning Legion's conspiracy, and their anger has been suppressed for too long. The demons have always mistakenly thought that mortals were

Weak and incompetent, so when Sylvanas' heroic performance ignited the fire of revenge among these humans, the inspired power they released shocked their enemies. The displaced people followed the female elves and rushed out of the defense line, launching a

Counterattack. No one expected the high morale of mankind.

The demons that rushed up quickly fell down and were trampled mercilessly. The terrain of the battlefield was not suitable for large-scale army operations, and the number of demons became their fatal weakness. Piles of demons were crowded together, making them at the back.

The demon could not clearly see the situation in front of him, and he would not have thought that those mortals were already killing him...

Sylvanas was breathing rapidly, and the sore muscles in her arms prevented her from letting go of her hands. She looked very tired. Indeed, her feet, surroundings, and eyes were filled with corpses of demons and undead.

.After killing so many enemies, anyone has the right to show fatigue, but her heart is not slack.

'I can still fight, I can still hunt more demons and natural disasters. I will spit on the demon master's face.' Her anger grew stronger with the rise and fall of her breathing. But there was no enemy for her to hunt at this moment.

Kill them, at least the Burning Legion must reconsider the determination of these mortals before launching an attack.

Sylvanas could no longer bear the weight of long-standing sorrow. The hatred for Arthas's actions, the reality of Quel'Thalas' destruction, and the pain for Nathanos' fate burned like fire.

Looking at her, the ranger opened her hands, looked up to the sky, and opened her mouth. A scream, a wail that was both poignant and extremely terrifying, burst out from her throat.

She once cried as she looked at his dead face. But it was not just her own pain, it was her own despair.

"It's really powerful."

Medivh's voice reached Nathanos's ears. They could all hear the voice standing here. It was an expression of emotion, but Nathanos' heart felt a strong impact. Who was the speaker of this voice?

?How could she make him feel so sad as never before? He wanted to know the answers to these questions, so he subconsciously looked at Medivh, hoping he would say something to explain all this.

"Who is here?" His eyes wandered for a moment, "This person...she must hate the Burning Legion so much that she can make such a heart-rending scream."

"Yes." Medivh replied interestingly, "Of course she can!"

Nathanos frowned, feeling that there was something in Medivh's words. The mage seemed to be hiding something deliberately, and that was definitely what Nathanos wanted to know the most.

He turned around and wanted to urge Medivh to speed up, but he swallowed his words back after seeing the situation in front of him.
Chapter completed!