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The mages of Kadega were waiting for Jaina's instructions, and only Akazamanzarak was taken to a secluded place by Sylvanas to have a private conversation. The Ranger General waved his hand and asked his soldiers to guard the surroundings. The female elf looked down at the goblin and said directly: "I will never believe in the Sun-Snatcher."

"But Saren is already in Ms. Prodmore's conference room..." Akazaman Zarak said, "If he was really a traitor, everything in Theramore would be known to the tribe in an instant."

"I will stare at him in person." Sylvanas saw that the Sun-Saving Masters had integrated into Theramo's defense, and felt uneasy. "As for you... don't let me down." She handed Nathanos to her scroll and handed it to the short guy in front of her.

The goblin opened and saw that he was shocked by the above description and magic formula. "This must be from the master's work. I have never seen such a complete teleportation spell in Dalaran."

"So can you complete this spell?"

Akazamanzarak thought for a few minutes and promised: "Yes, but it takes a lot of time to arrange the magic circle, and at least ten powerful mages are required to go together."

"The strongest caster of the Silver Covenant is here, and the great wizard Waggs, who will help you. I only have one question, how long will it take for you?"

"At least one day!" Akazaman Zarak raised a finger.

"One day!" Sylvanas raised his voice, and his dissatisfied expression made the goblin swallow.

"Please forgive me, General. I just looked at this spell carefully and found that its casting distance was too far."

Where will Theramore be teleported?

A safe place.

Sylvanas recalled Nathanos' promise, "Can you see where the teleportation is?"

"Well, I don't know the specific one, I can only see that we will go to the Eastern Kingdom."

Eastern Kingdoms? Sylvanas nodded. That place was basically under the control of the alliance, so where to go is the safest place.

"General, did your decision seek the consent of Ms. Gianna?" Akazaman Zarak suddenly asked. Unexpectedly, the female elf glared him back with a look. The goblin hurriedly retreated.

Sylvanas didn't want to avoid this question, but Theramore's master was not her, nor was she Gianna.

Theramore is a country. Jaina built it with her own hands, allowing it to shine with hope of peace in this world like a lighthouse. Jaina will do everything she can to defend it. Looking at the various street scenes around her, Sylvanas is worried that Jaina will never give up here. Theramore needs her.

...

When he returned to the door of the conference room, Sylvanas heard the voice of the Sun-Snatcher. He seemed to be complaining.

"Mr. Isaas also asked me to prove the value of the Sun-taker with practical actions. I will do it, but the enemy is in front of me, and I think allies should not hide it."

"Do you have to tell you every step of the battle before you can take action?" The Ranger General standing outside the door heard Bene's voice. The night elves obviously didn't like the Sun-Snatcher just like her. "Do we have to specify what magic should be used or the specific time for casting?"

Perhaps these questions were mean in the past, and the conference room fell silent for a while. After a while, Jaina's voice sounded: "Now is not the time to argue. Master Salon is right. We should trust each other, after all, the enemy outside the city gate will soon attack."

At this time, Sylvanas quietly opened a corner of the door and looked inside through the gap.

"Please explain in detail how the tribe will attack, Jaina." Kadega broke the silence, and for a moment everyone's eyes focused on Jaina, and he did not find the Ranger General who was observing the overall situation of the meeting.

"Based on the information we have compiled, Garrosh, in addition to leading a terrifying army, also had a powerful bomb on his hand, enough to destroy Theramore, but we don't know when he will use it."...

Sylvanas saw the shocked expression of everyone, as expected, the expression of Sarun Singer Weaver made her particularly alert. Other uninformed people in the meeting, such as Waggs and Miles, quickly turned into sadness after hearing the news, but the Singer Weaver was different. He seemed to be thinking about why Theramore knew Garrosh's true purpose.

‘I will keep an eye on you, the Sun-taker.’

...

The war deployment was almost immediately organized into orders. The crossbows and other siege weapons were transported to the main gate of Theramore. The riders were sent to the guard post not far north of the city, and if a tribe was found, they would immediately send the alarm back.

The 7th Legion's battleship turned and sailed out of the harbor and patrolled the territorial waters of Theramore. Although there was no sign that the tribe would attack from the sea, no one would guarantee that Garrosh would suddenly change his mind.

Although it seemed a mess, everything was the same as planned. As Sylvanas said before, the tribe launched an attack from both directions at the same time. The sound of war was deafening and terrifying—almost continuous sound of cannons, explosions from the north, and swords and shouts from the west.

Sylvanas stood at the top of an archway above the main entrance. Jaina was at the Simon. The female elf would not worry about her safety. After all, Kadega was with her. At this moment, she cared more about the current fierce battle.

As the horn sounded, Sylvanas shouted loudly to the guards, "Get ready. Do what we said earlier."

Some soldiers nodded and swallowed with difficulty. The Ranger General raised his hands and waited for the right time. Now the first army of the tribe has appeared in sight. Theramore is waiting for them.

"It's now!" she shouted. All the people at the gate of the city who fought with spells rather than swords attacked together. The taurens and orcs, blood elves and trolls were hit hard by arrows and magic. There were screams of pain everywhere.

"The cannons aim at the catapults." Sylvanas continued. "Stop their siege equipment!"

She quickly ran down the steps and came to the city gate. Hundreds of alliance defenders were waiting for the battle. Sylvanas crossed them and ordered the city gate to be closed.

The gate slowly closed, and a dull echoed. The dwarf mage Mimik cast a defensive barrier on the door. The mages with him also came over to cast spells with him. The air around the city gate looked glimmering and briefly turned pale blue.

"My Mimik, you and your people stay here. Pay attention to the condition of the city gate. If the barrier begins to weaken, strengthen it."

"What? But I think..." Mimik wanted to object. Instead of blindly defending, he wanted to turn magic into a fireball and smash it at the enemy.

Sylvanas said quickly and urgently. "Mimik, if this gate collapses, the tribe will swarm into the city. There will be incredible huge casualties. You must keep it safe as much as possible."

Mimik nodded and turned to look at the city gate, pursed his lips, then spread his hands and shouted, "Didn't you hear the orders of General Ranger? Get moving quickly."

The members of Kenreto began to exert their powers.

Sylvanas nodded, as she expected. The tribe was hit by the head-on by Theramo's defense. A group of gnome blasting experts also placed powerful bombs a few feet away from the city gate. This should be able to stop them for a while.

For a while, Sylvanas thought to himself, not forever.

"Lanceber!" General Ranger exchanged for his adjutant.

"General?" the high elf saluted his superior.

Sylvanas walked up to him and said to him a whistle: "Start me at Saren Singer Weaver, don't be discovered by him, beware of any betrayal he made."

"Yes, General."

Sylvanas turned her attention to the sky. It happened that a covenant soldier riding the Eagle-horned beast was back.

"Report the situation." Sylvanas asked.

"No trace of the goblin airship was found, General. But the tribe sent many wind pirates, showing no signs of attack, just hovering above their army."

"They are covering something close to it," Sylvanas said confidently, and she also knew what it was, "You did a great job, soldiers, now let everyone retreat to participate in the defense."

There will be more hand-to-hand combat in the future, and the number of wounded people will increase rapidly.

The tribes were pouring in like a black tide. The bridge had been blown up, and large pieces of gravel and corpses were floating in the water. Some tribe members were swimming in the water. Others climbed over the bodies of their comrades and continued on.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Sylvanas recalled the Second War and the Third. The current tribes are no different from the former old tribes and the Burning Legion. Their cruel nature of killing makes the female elves feel disgusted, and what makes her even more hate is that some blood elves are also among them.

You really should come and see the tribe you are loyal to, sister.

Sylvanas raised his hands and shot an arrow. An orc holding a flag behind him was killed on the spot.

"Garrosh." Her sharp eyes found the figure at the last side of the tribe army, and issued orders outside her attack range. The demonic fangs used as shoulder armor were particularly conspicuous. At this moment, the other party raised his head to meet her eyes. He saw a hint of sneering at his mouth, and then raised his blood roar and pointed at her.

Sylvanas clenched her fists and vented her anger completely on the tribe soldiers. The defense of the main gate was solid.

...

Jaina chanted a spell, and the blizzard fell like rain. She quickly released the next spell, and several tribal warriors were immediately frozen in place. Then, a fireball exploded in a frozen human form like an ice sculpture. The female mage repeated these movements at a stable rhythm, and each methodical attack could knock down multiple enemies.

"Your magic reminds me of who I used to be." Kardga commented.

Jaina admired the white-headed mage's tone at this moment, but it still sounded so relaxed.

"Which war was you?"

"The Second War is still the time to travel through the dark gate." Kadega replied. "Times have changed. I didn't expect that one day I would still have to face the tribe, but I was the only son of Lothar at that time."

Jaina summoned several water elements to help her attack the tribe, and took the opportunity to take a breath and said, "The tribe will be frightened when hearing this name."

The first wave of the tribe temporarily retreated. This result made Malkauroke very angry. Although he knew the chief's plan, the fact that he was defeated by the alliance made it difficult for him to swallow this. He ran to Garrosh and the chief looked at him.

"I request a change of tactics, Chief," he said. "The Dalaran mages took the lives of many tribes. The soldiers who charged into battle suffered more casualties. The siege equipment was fired by artillery and crossbows."

They do need another tactic. Hellscream nodded, and he ordered the roar of retrieval to let the soldiers in front retreat temporarily. "It's hard for us to defeat their defense in one fell swoop." He said, raising his hand to stop the protests of the people around him. "So we must dismantle their defenses. Send me all those who are good at tracking and assassination. Twenty minutes later, organize the next attack to help the assassin attract firepower on the city walls. Wait until the assassin quietly approaches the alliance worms that are safely hiding behind the defense and stab the dagger into their necks."

Malkaurock cheered, believing that Garrosh's strategy could not fail.

...

The tribe had advanced to the north gate, and the hustle and rhythmic rhyme of the siege hammers was added to the hustle and bustle of the battlefield. With the bridge being destroyed, some of them prayed for the water element to help them transport the bulky equipment over.

The city gate will not be easily broken by that thing with the support of powerful magic by Kenreto members. The amazing defense ability delays the actions of other people in the city.

Akazaman Zarak is setting up a teleportation array, and the range of this array must cover the entire Theramore, and even the dock. Several covenant mages had to bring oxygen equipment to dive into the water to complete the array.

The goblin was also very nervous at this time. He didn't know how the war was going, but he just felt that the shouts of killing in his ears never stopped. At this time, a black shadow covered his whole body. Akazamanzarak did not look back because the shadow on the ground had already told him who was behind him.

"If you don't go to reinforce the city gate, why do you run to me to do, Sun-Snatcher?"

"I should ask you this." Saren said, his eyes glancing at the magic rune at the foot of the goblin. It was a teleportation rune, and he saw the people of the Silver Covenant in some hidden places setting similar runes, including the great wizard Waggs. For a moment, the singer weaver figured out what Sylvanas was going to do. One hand behind him condensed powerful arcane energy, and asked with murderous intent: "What are you doing here? What are you holding in your hand?"

Akazaman Zarak turned around and used all his strength to rush a powerful wave of arcane energy directly at the Sarun Singer Weaver.

The arrogance made the Sun-Snatcher not expect this attack. He flew out like a stone and fell to the ground. At this moment, Lansber stood behind him with a long sword, pressing the hilt against the blood elf's neck.

"General Ranger is right, you are indeed a spy."

For a moment, Salon seemed to claim that he was innocent, but then his white eyebrows frowned and raised his hands with a sneer. Lansber and the goblin wizard thought he wanted to surrender, but unexpectedly, a miniature smoke bomb was detonated in his hand. The thick smoke caused the two people in the Silver Covenant to cough. Salon had disappeared.

"I should kill him directly," said Lansber.
Chapter completed!