At the Hyjal Mountains defense line in the northwest of the continent, the Burning Legion launched a new round of attacks, and the offensive has intensified.
The defensive night elves need sleep and food to replenish their physical strength, but this becomes their weakness. The demons do not have this need. They can fight day and night, tirelessly, until they die on the battlefield. They will only withdraw and rest when they are at an absolute disadvantage. Even if they withdraw, they will soon come back and make every inch of land stained with blood.
This time, the demons found that their opponents had greatly increased in strength. Now, the elves were no longer fighting alone, and they had more troops to devote to the battle. The minotaurs, dwarves, and other tribes came to their aid, greatly strengthening the strength of the guards.
This was also the first defeat the Burning Legion had suffered in recent times. The demons were retreating step by step and were less than a night's journey away from the destroyed city of Suramar.
Although he had won many battles recently, Malfurion, who had returned to the coalition, could not be happy at all.
This was not only because his homeland Suramar had been destroyed beyond recognition by wars of all sizes. His uneasiness mainly came from the new forces in his army.
Disdell Star-Eyes, the leader of the coalition forces, a funny guy who climbed to the position of commander-in-chief of the coalition forces after Ravencrest's death based on his status and position, is the biggest source of worry for Malfurion.
As a veteran of the first and second Dark Gate Wars, the Battle of Dalaran, the Battle of Mount Hyjal, and many other wars, Rhonin sighed in his heart. Compared to Duke, the leadership of this guy, Disdale, is not even a fraction of it.
Duke could combine soldiers of different races, different weapons, and even different technological levels into a whole in an orderly manner to maximize their power. He even managed the logistics that most alliance commanders didn't know how to do.
From killing orcs, to crushing the bones of the Scourge, to dealing with the demons of the Burning Legion, the Alliance has never suffered any major losses.
But the night elves did not truly join forces with other races to fight alongside them.
Disdale placed his soldiers on the left and center of the team, while the other races were placed on the right. There was very little communication between the different races, and there was no influence on each other.
If this can still be called an alliance, such an alliance is doomed to fail. The demons will continue to add new forces, launch more fierce attacks, and often aim at the intersection of various races with great bitterness.
The only bright spot is that this new alliance has a large number of strong people, and they are the ones who turn the tide almost every time.
Brox jumped up suddenly, and the whole action was done in one go, which seemed impossible for a bulky body like him. The gray-haired orc swung the two-handed sword, which was formerly the Blade of Scourge and now called the Blade of Judgment, and charged directly into the enemy camp.
Brox roared wildly, swung his sword, and easily cut more than five demon guards in half. He kicked over and pushed the still trembling body onto the demon behind.
Of course, the more powerful one is Houye.
The orc's foremost warrior wielded the Gorehowl that had also become famous at this point in time, and cut his way through a bloody path. In an instant, twenty or thirty demons were chopped away, and some died or were turned into parts and were about to die.
No matter you are a small demon soldier or a low-level lord-level demon, no demon can be a match for Lord Roar.
Hellhound? One axe!
Doomguard? One axe!
Abyss Lord!? And it was just one axe!
Before Roar's strength declined, there was no demon that Roar could not kill!
Aww, so fierce!
The only problem was that Grom's explosive fighting style was too energy-consuming, so Rhonin had to have someone bring Grom back to rest every hour.
So Ye Hou has a new nickname in the coalition: One-Hour War God!
Malfurion returned and naturally took on the responsibility of restoring magic, allowing all the heroes to fully exert their combat power.
Maiev Shadowsong and Jarod Shadowsong, brother and sister, shuttled through the enemy formation at high speed. Maiev's moon blade easily set off a series of Knife Whirlwinds among the demons, sending the flying knives to the enemy's vital points.
As always, Rhonin used his powerful arcane magic to suppress the Eredar warlocks, but the person who killed the most warlocks was not him, but the elusive Vanessa.
With the support of a set of top-notch equipment that is so luxurious that it dazzles the eyes of those who have spent money on it, Vanessa often starts with Backstab from behind the warlock, followed by a Cut to chop the warlock into pieces, without having to wait for a finishing move like a five-star Eviscerate.
It seemed insignificant, but when the results of the battle were counted, every leader of the coalition was stunned when Vanessa threw out a large number of warlock staffs.
Although demons fell one after another, new enemies continued to surge up from behind. The night elves' battle line began to shrink, as if they had been hit by a hammer. Their battle with the Burning Legion lasted for a long time, and no one was not exhausted physically and mentally.
Archimonde was too cunning, and he took advantage of this weakness of the night elves.
Before starting a battle, an Abyss Lord would shout "I am XX", then rush into the battle like a tank and kill indiscriminately until he was killed by Ye Hou or some powerful member of the coalition forces.
But before long, the portal opened again in sight of the coalition forces.
The Abyss Lord, who looked exactly like the one who had just been killed, laughed grimly and shouted, "I'm back again!"
Mortals cannot possibly know that it actually costs a lot for the souls of the demons that have been killed to return to the twisting void and be resurrected. They only see that they have terrifying enemies that can never be killed and will be resurrected immediately after being killed.
So when more and more ferocious demon warriors with fangs poured into the battlefield, the morale of the elves collapsed.
If it weren't for the collective action of the demigods of Azeroth, such as Cenarius' father, the White Stag Malorne, and the remaining four dragonflights who tried their best to suppress the opponent's air force, it is estimated that this time the enemy would have been defeated.
"No! We can't go on like this! Our military force is not infinite. Even if we gather the combat power of the entire planet, we will still be exhausted!" These words are not only the voice of Cenarius who spoke, but also the voice of all the big guys.
"What should we do?" Even Malorne smiled bitterly.
"Maybe we can blow up the Well of Eternity and cut off the demons' entrance." Malfurion said suddenly.
"How to explode!?" Everyone's eyes lit up.
"Dragon Soul!" Malfurion spat out four words.
"But we can't find the traitor Nefarian!" the Red Dragon Queen gritted her teeth.
At this time, Rhonin suddenly interrupted: "No, maybe I can!"
What he took out was a black dragon scale that spanned ten thousand years of time and space!