The failure of Suramar City cannot be blamed on the nobles and Tyrande, who were Ravencrest's successors.
Ravencrest's first victory was a freakish one, not even lucky.
Expecting a powerful weapon in the hands of the enemy to work at any time is extremely adventurous.
The power of the branch of the Well of Eternity was cut off by Duke, and most of the elven wizards were doomed.
What's more, in order to make up for the first failure, the Burning Legion assembled a combat force several times that of the elven army for each attack.
At any time, there are more than a dozen Void Lords led by Mannoroth charging together. How can the elves without so many powerful people in the heroic realm withstand it?
That's right, later the Moon Goddess Elune gathered the dragons for support, but the dragons were in trouble.
Although the Dragonflight at this point in time had the largest number, the dragon army of Azeroth had never experienced any large-scale war since its formation.
The dragons that had some experience were mostly experienced in land combat, and usually bullied the giants on the ground. They had no corresponding experience in air combat.
Even with their natural physical advantages, the Dragonflight suffered a great loss when facing an air force composed of Doomsday Guards flying in the sky that was ten times their number.
There was a huge gap in experience and numbers between the two sides. As soon as the two sides fought, the five-colored dragons were shot down like turkeys. Tyrande, Illidan, and Rhonin, who were watching the battle on the ground, didn't know what to say - the number of dragons and doomguards that fell was about one to two, and the problem was that the Burning Legion had more air forces!
The Doomsday Guards that cover the sky and the earth seem to be impossible to kill.
Originally, the five guardian dragons joined forces to attack and indeed suppressed the demon army. Their fighting power was unmatched. But ever since the appearance of the super demon Archimonde, who was so tall that he almost towered over the earth, the five guardian dragons suffered a setback.
Rhonin was stunned. It was not until this moment that he realized how lucky his group was to defeat Archimonde ten thousand years later, because that was an Archimonde whose power was suppressed. And now this Archimonde was summoned in his complete form by using the powerful power of the Well of Eternity to directly break through the planet's defense array blockade!
Archimonde in his prime is simply invincible.
The claws of the five guardian dragons could not even leave a single deep scar on his body. Even if they left a meter-deep bloody mark, it would be perfectly repaired by the power of darkness in the next moment.
At this time, the damned Neltharion turned against the dragons. Just as in history, he used the Demon Soul to trap the dragons. Although Krasus was desperate and risked changing history in the hope of persuading the Red Dragon Queen not to inject power into the Dragon Soul, he himself was not a formally organized dragon in this time and space, so his dissuasion was ignored.
Bad news came one after another. Tyrande, whose magic power was exhausted due to continuous fighting on the battlefield, was captured by Xavius, the King of Satyrs.
This was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for Illidan, the only remaining one.
Looking at Illidan's uncertain face, Rhonin finally realized that he had to get the last force of Azeroth to join the battle as soon as possible. He said to Grom and the others, "You guys hold on in Black Rook Hold. I'll go find Cenarius!"
Originally, it would have been best to let Malfurion, Cenarius's disciple, go to negotiate, but Malfurion's soul was trapped. So Rhonin had to go anyway!
In the city of Azshara, Duke stared at the huge empty frame in boredom. Without enough magic power to tear open the space barrier reinforced by the planetary magic array, this portal was destined to be a decoration.
But how to deal with the guardian or plunder enough magic power, in theory, is Archimonde's job.
Duke's evil taste came into play, and he made the portal that was theoretically intended to welcome Sargeras into the shape of the Dark Portal.
The gate filled with evil and dark winds even won the appreciation of the Eredar twins. The demon sisters even hinted that they hoped Duke could have a friendly exchange with them at night to learn about each other's strengths and weaknesses.
Being an honest and reliable young man, Duke resolutely refused this.
"Oh! That's such a pity. You clearly exude the scent of desire for females..." Oreses licked her seductive lips.
"In fact, sometimes I even feel that you don't look like a member of the Burning Legion... Compared to those rude and barbaric guys, you are too... obedient! Although the Legion doesn't mind joining some capable and disciplined strong people..." Queen Sarolas said meaningfully.
Duke opened his hands seriously, and two streams of extremely pure black flames emerged from his palms: "Sorry, what I like most is power! Only power is my ultimate pursuit!"
"Hey! No one said that pursuing power is bad!"
"But in addition to strength, other Eredar warlocks also have their own pursuits, such as..."
The twins were vaguely testing, or rather directing Duke's attention. In fact, Duke had long discovered that an upper-class elven woman was happily communicating with an Eredar warlock in the bushes a hundred yards away.
Duke knew he couldn't survive. Before he could achieve his ultimate goal of pitting the Burning Legion, Duke had to pretend to be a fallen man who longed for a demonic life. He also knew the problem: he was too obedient and too law-abiding.
Kil'jaeden had expected him to open the gates for Archimonde to come, and other minor details could be ignored. Now that Archimonde has come, in fact, Duke is no longer a necessary person for the Legion in Azeroth. If Duke wants to carry out his own plan, he must continue to stay at the core of the Legion.
Then he would have to find a way to defile himself and continue to gain Kil'jaeden's trust.
It is not easy to deceive a demon commander who has become a spirit.
Duke was already thinking whether he should find an opportunity to go to the front line and slaughter tens of thousands of night elves...
Here, the twins were still instigating Duke: "Actually, I know that our Lord Sargeras doesn't like the type of Queen Azshara."
Yes! He has a strong taste and likes Garona...
"If you like, you can accept the so-called queen, and then use your status as a high-level lord to declare these upper elves as your exclusive slave race."
Alas, are you going to tear down the planks before anything is accomplished?
Duke shrugged helplessly: "Unfortunately, I don't like climbing trees, especially a tree with dark purple bark..."
Auresei rolled her eyes and said, "What about her?"
Duke suddenly saw the figure of the priestess, who had fair skin with a very light purple color and was a little shorter than himself, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.