Chapter 331 - Situation

"Forget it, let him be." Seeing that Tyrande's expression was slightly troubled, Andreas pursed his lips and said, "Illidan is inherently a self-willed person. He has his own ideas; there's no need to force him."

Andreas didn't know what Illidan's views were regarding the current Night Elf Republic, or if he would immediately start criticizing them.

This Demon Hunter was a self-centered troublemaker wherever he went. It wasn't that he harbored any obvious malice, but Illidan's opinions were too strong; he never understood the concept of seeking common ground while reserving differences, making it difficult for him to get along with most people.

Tyrande also hadn't expected Illidan to cause such a commotion the moment he was released, utterly disregarding conventional views and resolutely absorbing Fel Energy to transform into a demon.

This unexpected development caused her, who had unilaterally decided to release Illidan, to lose face.

"Let's not talk about that for now." Andreas changed the subject and asked, "Did Illidan say anything before he left?"

According to the records, the skull of Go'el contained most of the knowledge the former warlock possessed. Illidan, having absorbed it completely, should have assimilated this knowledge.

Malfurion shook his head and replied, "He said nothing, only that we should look out for ourselves."

"Is that so..." Andreas nodded thoughtfully. 'Does that mean he has great confidence in us defending Mount Hyjal?'

When Malfurion returned, the Draenei had already retreated from the second defensive line. Now, the third defensive line, managed by the Eastern Kingdoms Coalition Army, was responsible for halting the demons' continued advance.

Mount Hyjal is easy to defend but difficult to attack, possessing only a single path leading up the mountain—a veritable One-Way Pass.

After the aerial forces of the various allied races jointly sealed off the air routes, the Burning Legion, even with its massive numbers, could only climb the mountain path step by step.

Archimonde still patiently followed behind the main demonic force, showing no intention of rushing forward alone.

Andreas did not know what this inaction meant; perhaps Archimonde lacked confidence in assaulting the mountain alone, or perhaps he was waiting for a specific opportunity.

Not long after Malfurion flew back, Leticia, looking refreshed after completing her long-awaited revenge, also returned beneath Nordrassil riding a Hippogryph.

Tichondrius' soul was restrained by Leticia using Shadow Magic, preventing it from escaping back to the Twisting Nether.

Returning to Astranaar, Leticia collaborated with Maiev to intensify the interrogation of MalGanis.

In front of MalGanis, Leticia tore Tichondrius' soul, which was emitting desperate wails, into fragments, making resurrection impossible.

The terrified MalGanis finally yielded under the dual torment of soul and body, recounting the full story of Archimonde's infiltration into Azeroth.

Just as Andreas had guessed, after Ner'zhul discovered Andahsil's deep roots buried underground via the Undead Nerubians, the Dreadlords quickly set their sights on this energy-filled World Tree.

They secretly tampered with Andahsil's underground roots, subtly altering the flow of Andahsil's energy without alerting Suramar, and only revealed this hidden manipulation when Archimonde arrived.

MalGanis was not a core member of the Burning Legion, so the intelligence he possessed was limited.

After extracting sufficient intelligence from him, Leticia, at Maiev's signal, granted him release. MalGanis no longer had to worry about returning to the Legion Headquarters and suffering torture by the Fel and Witch Cult.

Before his death, Mr. MalGanis still provided the Night Elves with some useful information, such as the location of the Burning Legion's headquarters.

"Argus?" Andreas said, feigning understanding. "That's the name of the Burning Legion's lair? Did MalGanis mention the coordinates of this planet?"

"No," Leticia shrugged regretfully. "He said those types of questions are usually handled by the Gan'arg and Mo'arg Technicians. He didn't know much about coordinates or star charts."

"I possess the star chart to Argus," Velen, who had just retreated from the front line, interjected, his eyes somewhat distant. "Argus is the ancestral home of all Eredar. It was once a beautiful planet with a highly advanced civilization."

"Unfortunately, Sargeras' temptation destroyed everything on Argus. Two of the Council of Elders chose to believe his promises."

"Only I remained doubtful of his overly sweet promises. With the help of the Naaru, I led the people unwilling to submit to the Burning Legion in an escape from our homeworld. Since then, we have called ourselves Draenei, a word that means 'Exiled Ones' in the Eredar Language."

"Eredar?" Malfurion was startled. "Isn't that the name of the highest-ranking officer race in the Burning Legion? Prophet, you..."

"Yes," Velen admitted with a wry smile. "The Eredar and the Draenei were originally the same race. Our appearance is that of the Original Eredar. The red-skinned Eredar in the Burning Legion are individuals mutated after being infused with Fel Energy."

"Kil'jaeden the Deceiver and Archimonde the Defiler are the other two members of the Council of Elders. They both believed the promises Sargeras made."

"This..." Andreas raised a hand to stop Malfurion and the others' questions. "Prophet, do the Draenei still possess the star chart leading to Argus? Are you certain it is still usable?"

"I am certain," Velen solemnly guaranteed. "Before evacuating Genedar, we extracted the complete star chart data from the ship's Navigation Logs. It is currently stored within Tempest Keep's Navigation System."

"Once we are ready for a counterattack, we can return to Argus at any time and launch the decisive battle against the Burning Legion."

Andreas nodded gravely. "This data is very important. Although we don't need it yet, we will eventually accumulate enough strength. When that time comes..."

Constantly defending Azeroth and passively taking hits is certainly not a good strategy. The massive destruction caused by fighting on our own turf must be borne solely by the native residents of Azeroth. If this continues long-term, we will eventually be worn down by the Burning Legion.

However, now is not the right time for a counterattack. The races of Azeroth are far from ready; in terms of both morale and hard power, there is still a long way to go before a counterattack is feasible...

When the reinforcements from the Eastern Kingdoms could no longer hold and retreated, Cairne Bloodhoof, Ulan Highmountain, and the three Tol'vir Kings led their respective armies out. They will defend the penultimate defensive line for Nordrassil.

Taking this opportunity, Andreas, introduced by Jaina, met with Tandred Proudmoore and others who had led the fleet across the sea.

Tandred was the youngest son of the Proudmoore Family and Jaina's younger brother. Jaina was quite surprised when she first learned that her younger brother, who was the same age as her, was leading the team.

"Tandred, why did you come? Where are Father and Derrick?"

Tandred's temperament was different from his graceful older brother Derrick; he had the distinctive style of a man of the sea, sporting a rugged beard despite his young age.

Tandred shrugged casually. "Derrick stayed behind to guard Boralus. We still need someone watching those drust barbarians. Father went to Lordaeron; he plans to rescue as many innocent Lordaeron citizens as possible."

At the mention of Lordaeron, everyone present fell silent.

The strongest human kingdom collapsed in just one month under the impact of internal turmoil.

The vibrant Tirisfal Glades were severely damaged, and the fertile Western Wilds were invaded by countless Undead. Necromancers even set up Plague Cauldrons on major farms.

Only a few strongholds remained in the vast Western Wilds, including Hearthglen, garrisoned by Taelan Fordring, and the Barov Family's territory on the lake island of Keldaron.

Andreas clapped his hands to draw attention. "Everyone, let's focus on the immediate situation."

"If Archimonde obtains the power of the Well of Eternity, Azeroth will be completely finished."

"Please have your respective national armies begin resting and reorganizing as soon as possible. The decisive battle at the final defensive line will require the efforts of all of us."

Among the reinforcements sent from the Eastern Kingdoms, the armies of Khaz Modan and Gnomeregan were commanded by Muradin Bronzebeard.

Due to the different timeline, Muradin did not travel to Northrend for archaeological research when Arthas was driven by obsession, but he was still Arthas' introductory combat instructor, and this fact remained unchanged.

Upon learning of Arthas' cruel acts of patricide and national annihilation, Muradin initially refused to believe it. He requested permission from his elder brother, Magni, the King of Khaz Modan, to travel to the ruins of Lordaeron and confront Arthas personally.

Magni certainly wouldn't allow his impulsive younger brother to rush off to his death. The previous example was right before their eyes; the last person who did that was already buried in the Western Wilds.

That person was none other than Arthas' mentor, Uther the Lightbringer.

To dispel the inappropriate thoughts in Muradin's mind, Magni used the opportunity to reinforce the Night Elves, giving him command of the Gnomish and Dwarven armies and sending him off to the distant continent of Kalimdor.

Magni wasn't the only one with such intentions. When Andreas saw Jandice, who had heavy dark circles under her eyes, he immediately guessed King Alex's purpose.

As they were both princesses and had studied together in Dalaran, Jaina and Jandice had known each other for a long time, and their relationship was quite good.

Jandice's terrible mental state made her worried and distressed. After receiving understanding from those present, Jaina quickly pulled Jandice away to rest together.

As for Dalaran's leader... Andreas looked speechlessly at the elegant, blonde "High Elf," then shifted his gaze to a certain human mage who was taking the opportunity to catch up with Vereesa.

"Krasus... right?"

Andreas' mouth twitched slightly as he signaled with his eyes to the Redhead beside him, "Aren't you going to control your apprentice? I can't guarantee that members of the Windrunner Family won't rush over from the Eastern Kingdoms upon seeing this scene and embed arrows in his backside."

Feeling quite embarrassed, Krasus slapped his forehead. "Rhonin, get over here!"

"Huh?"

Rhonin was reluctant, but seeing the serious expression on his mentor's face, he could only comply helplessly.

Placing his hand on the Redhead's head, Krasus deliberately used force to smack him a few times.

"Speaker Moonshadow, this is my apprentice, Rhonin. The child is still young, please forgive any slight offense."

"Hehe~ It's fine," Andreas said, giving Rhonin a meaningful look. "I don't really have any objections to him. After all, a gentleman seeks a fair maiden."

"However, Vereesa's mother and two older sisters have repeatedly emphasized that she cannot take a Short-lived race as a partner, so..."

"I understand," Krasus said knowingly. "It's normal for the Long-lived race to have such concerns."

"Rhonin, let's go. Why won't you listen to advice?"

Andreas' long elven ears could vaguely catch the quiet conversation between the departing mentor and apprentice.

"But... I like her."

"Bull— *cough*, is that what you call liking her? You just lust after her body, you scoundrel!"

"Pfft~" Andreas almost couldn't hold back his laughter when he heard that. 'Brother, you aren't a transmigrator too, are you?'

...A small interlude didn't have much impact, but at least it allowed Andreas' tense mind a momentary relaxation.

But right at this moment, an unexpected situation occurred.

Archimonde finally began to lose patience in the face of repeated stubborn defenses. After the Dreadlord Anatheron was jointly slain by Ulan and Cairne, Archimonde suddenly fired a sickly green beam from the rear.

"Boom!"

The defensive barrier, powered by the Well of Eternity, lasted only a few seconds before being breached. The Fel Energy beam, losing none of its momentum, slammed into the fortress wall.

Andreas, watching from the mountaintop, felt his heart tighten. As the wall collapsed, Archimonde mercilessly kicked aside his subordinates who had failed in the assault and began to participate in the attack personally.

The collapse of the wall buried many Tauren and Tol'vir who were defending the ramparts. Seeing the terrifying blue giant approaching, Cairne immediately signaled all defenders on the line to retreat urgently.

Only one day had passed since the Tauren and Tol'vir began defending the line, far short of the predetermined goal.

However, since things had come to this, retreat was the only option. Ordinary Mortals facing Archimonde only met death; no amount of numbers could inflict any damage upon him.

Even Malorne, the strongest of the Wild Gods during the War of the Ancients, had his neck twisted by Archimonde. It should be noted that Malorne was an ancient and powerful being whom Ysera herself admitted she could not surpass.

The difference in strength among the Aspects was actually very small, differing only in their display of power due to their different roles.

The reason Deathwing displayed strength that surpassed the others was partly because he had been empowered by N'Zoth, and partly because the Aspects who had previously fought him had all been weakened by the dragon soul.

Even Malygos, King of the Blue Dragons, who possessed the strongest offensive power, admitted it would be difficult to defeat Malorne. By using the Blue Dragonflight's artifact with all his might, he might barely manage a draw. Thus, Archimonde's power, having killed Malorne without paying a great price, was evident.

Although Andreas had advanced to become a demigod, the time since his breakthrough was still short. He could not compare to monstrous figures like Azshara, who had reigned for thousands of years and continuously absorbed the energy of the Well of Eternity.

Even by drawing energy from the Well of Eternity, it would be impossible for him to defeat Archimonde in a one-on-one fight; he probably couldn't even maintain a draw for long.

After all, the Arcane energy of the Well of Eternity was not perfectly compatible with his own power system. This was the biggest difference between him and Queen Azshara.

If his individual strength was lacking, he could only seek external support.

There are very few beings on Azeroth currently qualified to fight Archimonde, numbering no more than ten at most.

The Aspects, restored to their optimal state, were the best help. Coupled with the assistance of Cenarius, the elusive sneak attacks of Goldrinn, and the frontal distraction provided by Tortolla, Andreas had some confidence in defeating Archimonde.

As for Aviana, although her life form was indeed that of a demigod, her personal strength was still lacking, making her unsuitable for participation in the final battle.

The task Andreas assigned her was to manage the flow of intelligence during the war, ensuring that battlefield information reached its intended destination as quickly as possible.

Letting out a long breath, Andreas looked solemnly at the teammates behind him. "Since Archimonde has started moving, we should set off too."

...After the Tauren and Tol'vir retreated to the mountaintop, the prepared Priestesses of the Moon immediately took them to the Moon Well for treatment.

The final defensive line was at the last corner leading up to the mountaintop, and the allied forces of various races had already rushed there to prepare.

The person responsible for commanding the multi-racial allied forces was still Garrond Shadowsong, who was rich in battle experience. Shandris remained on the defensive line as his aide to assist with command.

Battles between demigods would cause massive disturbances. To avoid placing unnecessary burden on Nordrassil, Andreas decided to intercept Archimonde halfway up the mountain.

As the demigods left the defensive line to engage, the Dragons, who had been kept in the rear as a safeguard, ascended one after another. The overwhelming sight of the Dragons created a considerable psychological burden for the Mortals on the line.

Rhonin remarked emotionally, "It's a good thing these behemoths are on our side. It would be impossible for Mortals to withstand a concentrated attack from the Dragons, right?"

Krasus noncommittally tapped Rhonin on the head. "Focus. Just because Mortals cannot do it, doesn't mean the Burning Legion cannot."

"Buzz, buzz~"

A strange mechanical whirring sound came from the top of Nordrassil. Many people curiously raised their heads to look at the towering upper section of Nordrassil.

Rhonin used a spell to enhance his vision. He was the first to spot the source of the mechanical sound, and his eyes widened as he exclaimed, "What is that?! A flying ship?"

"No need to panic!"

Shandris was already prepared for the allied forces' reaction. With the amplification spell cast by Celeste, her explanation spread throughout the entire area.

"That is a newly developed war machine of our Night Elf Republic—the Sky Battleship. Please secure your defensive sectors with peace of mind. The Sky Fleet will provide powerful fire support to the battlefield alongside the Dragons!"

In truth, the Night Elves had long ago put their Sky-ships into practical use; they had just been kept in a semi-hidden state, undergoing trials by the First Naval Fleet.

That's right, the Sky-ships developed by the Night Elves had until now been trialed as naval vessels. Those who had come into contact with these new ships had never realized they could break free from gravity and fly into the sky.

Tandred and Jaina, both hailing from Kul Tiras, had noticed some clues from the anchors on the sides of the Sky-ships, but at this moment, they didn't dare confirm their speculations.

Descending from the canopy of Nordrassil was an entire, well-organized fleet, with several large vessels at its center being particularly conspicuous.

The armor plates on the ships' hulls underwent some changes after disengaging from their maritime navigation mode. Pitch-black cannon muzzles extended from within the opened armor, and after some adjustments, they were aimed directly at the demon army climbing the mountain.

Brilliant Arcane particles spewing from below and behind the hulls propelled these Sky-ships. The fleet flew in a neat formation directly above the allied forces. On the deck of the largest warship, one could vaguely make out some mechanically constructed arcane golems.

A look of realization dawned on Prophet Velen's face. 'No wonder we didn't see any aerial combat constructs in the previous battles. So they were loaded onto the warships.'

The Sky-ships were jointly developed by the Night Elves and the Draenei. Among the many other races present, only the Draenei remained relatively calm at the Sky-ships' appearance.

Firstly, because they had heard about them before, and secondly... they had even seen spaceships, so vessels flying only within the stratosphere were nothing unusual to them.

In the battle at the first line of defense, the Night Elves had deployed a large number of their existing ground-type arcane golems, but the moonwing aerial combat model was conspicuously absent. Now, the answer was finally revealed... Andreas was currently flying alongside the Dragon Aspects directly above Archimonde. the defiler was greatly annoyed by these dragon 'flies' buzzing around erratically above his head.

With a casual wave, he summoned a horde of Infernals from the Twisting Nether. The sky over Mount Hyjal was covered in vast swathes of Fel fire as these meteorites, trailing long tails of flame, plummeted towards the airborne Dragon Aspects.

"Raaah!"

Malygos stepped forward first. His draconic eyes shimmered with deep blue-violet light, constructing a diamond-shaped Arcane defensive barrier that protected everyone present.

"Boom! Boom!"

The Infernals struck the barrier, causing ripples of energy. Fel sparks splattered in all directions, but none of these descending Fel meteorites managed to breach Malygos' defense.

"Don't engage yet. Let's lure this guy away from the World Tree's vicinity first."

Andreas used the Speed of Light to drastically increase his flight speed in a short time. A stream of golden light streaked past Archimonde's face. The sharp airflow generated by the high kinetic energy sliced a nearly imperceptible cut on Archimonde's cheek.

Archimonde, who had been somewhat nonchalant, instantly heightened his focus the moment he felt the pain. He narrowed his eyes slightly, watching that 'little bird' that had just brushed past him.

'Demigod?'

Ordinary Mortals couldn't even penetrate the Fel skin, a permanent defensive effect on Archimonde's body. Those capable of injuring Archimonde, unless wielding powerful artifacts, were likely only Demigods—beings of a higher power tier.

Although he became somewhat more vigilant, Archimonde did not feel any worry because of this.

The existence of Demigods on Azeroth was well within his expectations. Otherwise, conquering a world not particularly large in area wouldn't require the personal leadership of the Legion's second-in-command.

As the four Dragon Aspects passed by Archimonde, they followed suit, similarly provoking the defiler using analogous methods.

Originally, Archimonde intended to ignore these Demigods, focusing all his attention on the World Tree and the Well of Eternity. However, the repeated harassment from these crawling pests became increasingly excessive, finally pushing Archimonde beyond his limit of tolerance.

"You are courting death!"

A fist that created a sonic boom struck directly at Nozdormu, who happened to be passing close by. The Bronze Dragonflight's heart lurched. Using time magic to slow Archimonde's speed while accelerating his own flow of time,

From an external perspective, Nozdormu seemed to achieve seamless variable speed, teleporting a short distance away from before Archimonde's eyes.

Archimonde also felt a blur before his eyes. The previous dung-colored reptile had already escaped his physical attack range.

The endless provocation made it impossible for Archimonde to calm his mind and continue climbing the mountain. He decided to deal with these overconfident giant lizards first before enjoying the fruits of his victory.

"Malfurion, you will command the entire army. Before I return, you must break through the Mortals' defenses. If you fail..."

Malfurion was an Eredar with blue-gray skin. Although his size couldn't compare to Archimonde's, compared to Draenei in their normal forms, he was an undisputed giant.

Upon receiving Archimonde's command, Malfurion felt a mix of joy and anxiety. Joy, because he had been personally appointed by the defiler to lead the battle. Anxiety, because of the foreseeable cruel punishment should he fail.

However, this was how the Burning Legion operated: rewards and punishments were exceptionally clear-cut.

A superior gave you an opportunity; whether you could seize it depended on your own ability. Victory brought rich rewards; defeat... naturally brought exceedingly severe punishment.

"Yes! I will not fail Lord Archimonde's trust!"

"Hmm, go."

Archimonde was somewhat more lenient towards his fellow Eredar than towards other demons. Waving his hand to dismiss Malfurion to lead the army, he turned all his attention to the flies in the air.

"He's taken the bait. Proceed according to plan."

Seeing the initial success of the plan, Andreas, using his nimble Golden Eagle form, dodged a Finger of Death cast by Archimonde. Fighting a retreating battle, he slowly moved towards the central part of Mount Hyjal.

Ever since receiving Sargeras' Fel 'blessing,' Archimonde rarely encountered individuals who could fight him head-on.

The once calculating leader of the Arcanum had grown accustomed to crushing enemies with overwhelming power and now looked down upon his former cautious and meticulous style.

However, this did not mean Archimonde's intellect had degraded; he had merely changed his mindset and strategy when facing opponents.

Archimonde discerned from their actions that they intended to lure the tiger away from the mountain. Accustomed to resolving crises with power, Archimonde did not retreat. Still brimming with confidence, he followed behind Andreas and the others, shifting his direction.

At the very least, he hadn't sensed any power from these ants and reptiles strong enough to threaten his life before. Although dealing with them would take considerable time, he was confident he could crush Azeroth's final, and strongest, guardians.

As Andreas' group carefully lured Archimonde towards the mountainside, Tortolla, who had been hiding in Darkmire Lake recovering his strength, finally raised his head above the water.

At the same time, the Wolf God Goldrinn and Cenarius quietly moved through the forests of Mount Hyjal. Following Andreas' plan, they gathered in advance towards the direction of Aviana's Temple.

Aviana, one of the Wild Gods residing on Mount Hyjal.

Unlike other Wild Gods with physical forms, Aviana, known as the Mother of Forests, had never revealed her physical form in the material world.

Andreas had once seen Aviana in the Emerald Dream, where she appeared in the form of a Wisp, making it impossible to discern her true appearance.

Aviana does not possess combat abilities, but for tens of thousands of years, she has guarded the forests of Mount Hyjal, and countless Wisps traversing the woods obey her commands.

Wisps are a very mysterious existence; the first Wisps were merely concentrations of Azeroth's primal will.

Since the Night Elves settled on Mount Hyjal, Aviana bestowed her blessing upon them.

Night Elves who died for various reasons could, if they wished, transform into Wisps and continue to wander the wilderness of Mount Hyjal; these departed souls were called Ancient Spirits by Malfurion.

Ancient Spirits are usually not aggressive; as mere orbs of light, they also lack means of attack, but this is only under normal circumstances.

Although Andreas did not plan to pin all his hopes on these Ancient Spirits, choosing Avianas Temple as the battleground was his last line of defense against potential unforeseen circumstances during the fight.

Now, the energy of the Well of Eternity is directly connected to Avianas Temple, and the ambushers, already holding artifacts and waiting in Avianas Temple, can freely draw upon its endless Arcane energy.

"Boom!"

The Green Dragon Queen Ysera somewhat awkwardly dodged a massive Chaos Bolt fired by Archimonde; having slumbered for so long in the Emerald Dream, her control over her material body was somewhat rusty.

However, under Archimonde's high-intensity pressure, Ysera's condition was rapidly recovering.

Moreover, with the super healer Alexstrasza assisting with healing, minor injuries could not significantly impact the combat effectiveness of the Aspects.

With Malygos providing powerful long-range fire support, Nozdormu, Alexstrasza, and Ysera focusing on support, Andreas temporarily held the front line.

Andreas, temporarily empowered by the Dragon King's Blessing, swelled dramatically in size; a purple giant bear, not much smaller than Archimonde, was now engaging the defiler in close-quarters combat, blow for blow.

"Roar!"

Shapeshifting spells were not Andreas' strong suit; he felt that each time he transformed into a wild shape, his mind would be influenced by the animal's thoughts.

Andreas, who usually excelled at maintaining distance and utilizing his strengths, now completely abandoned the idea of long-range attacks, striking Archimonde heavily with his dual claws, which were enveloped in golden and black energy masses respectively.

Andreas' tough fur and the supportive effects of the three Aspects allowed him to withstand Archimonde's powerful Fel Energy fists, with both exchanging blows and injuries.

Comparatively, Archimonde's injuries were lighter, as his power level was higher than that of ordinary demigods, and his offense and defense both surpassed Andreas, who had received enhancements.

However, Andreas now had Alexstrasza's life energy to timely repair his injuries, and Ysera's dream energy could soothe his spirit corrupted by the invading Fel Energy, allowing them to fight to a stalemate for a short period.

Nevertheless, this extreme Dragon King's Blessing could not last forever; Andreas could already feel the blessing's effects slowly fading within him.

"Awoo~"

Just then, a distant wolf howl echoed from the forest behind Archimonde; Goldrinn transformed into a silver afterimage, and while Archimonde was slow to turn, his sharp teeth tore a piece of flesh from the side of Archimonde's thigh.

"Ah!! You damned stupid dog!"

In pain, Archimonde suddenly erupted with even greater power than before, slightly forcing back Andreas' giant bear form; a highly compressed Fel Energy orb gathered between his hands, clearly about to be hurled in Goldrinn's direction.

"Don't even think about it!"

Cenarius, who appeared right behind Goldrinn, made his move; the ancient trees in front of Avianas Temple began to activate, transforming into Ancient Treant Guards and rising, while countless thick vines extended from the ground, binding Archimonde's hands.

Losing its master's control, the Fel Energy orb began to destabilize.

Archimonde struggled angrily, forcibly breaking free from Cenarius' restraints with brute strength.

Before the surrounding treants could close in, Archimonde hurled the soon-to-explode Fel Energy orb towards Goldrinn.

"Oh no!"

Malygos hastily redirected his spell target, wanting to detonate the orb before it hit the ground.

But it was still a step too late; just as the orb was about to crash into the forest next to Goldrinn, a giant turtle, seemingly slow-moving, suddenly appeared in front of the orb.

"Bang~"

A muffled thud emanated from its shell; the strike Archimonde had placed so much hope in seemed to have been absorbed by the giant turtle, only making a sound like a muffled fart.

"It's you again!"

Archimonde felt a headache upon seeing the giant turtle; he had already experienced its stubbornness during the War of the Ancients, and in terms of defense alone, this turtle's protection was harder to breach than even the strongest demigod, Mannoroth.

This giant turtle was Tortolla, who had just rushed over; despite being a turtle, Tortolla's movement speed was actually very fast, but... "Ugh~"

Tortolla, who had just performed a great deed, had his eyes spinning. "Sorry, let me recover, moving by spinning my shell really does make my head dizzy."

Apart from leaving Velen to guard the World Tree just in case, all the demigods in Azeroth who could be mobilized had gathered here, and Archimonde, who had been quite confident earlier, now had a solemn expression.

With the powerful support of the three Wild Gods, Andreas no longer needed to force himself to stay at the very front; as the Dragon King's Blessing gradually faded, his giant bear body rapidly shrank, soon returning to his Night Elf form.

"Woo~"

Dragon, hanging around Andreas' neck, let out a whimper; the reason Andreas could receive the extreme blessing of the four Dragon Kings was entirely due to this little guy acting as a transit point, and looking at him now, it was clear that this power was not easy to bear.

"You've worked hard, rest well."

Gently stroking the little Dragon and carefully placing it back on his chest, Andreas looked up at Archimonde, who seemed to be contemplating a strategy.

"Aviana, are you there?"

"Yes."

The voice of the Mother of a Thousand Wings, still circling high in the sky, directly entered Andreas' mind.

"Tell Elisande, Celeste, and Onyxia to prepare to activate the artifacts."

...Avianas Temple was currently in a highly concealed state; those inside could clearly see the earth-shattering battle outside, while those outside would find it difficult to locate the temple without specifically searching.

Upon receiving Aviana's message, Elisande, Onyxia, and Celeste all perked up.

The eye of amanthul, floating before Elisande, had entered a highly activated state; the endless energy of the Well of Eternity, instead of Elisande herself, was catalyzing this Pillar of Creation to its maximum power.

Coincidentally, the hammer of Khazgoroth in Onyxia's hand was also emitting a hazy earthy-yellow glow, and a distinct damp mist emanated from the Tidestone held in Celeste's hands.

Onyxia sighed, saying, "It's a pity time was too short, and I didn't get to complete Yogg-Saron's trial, otherwise we could have obtained the aegis of aggramar from Stormheim."

Elisande calmly stated, "If, with such thorough preparations, we still cannot kill Archimonde, one more aegis of aggramar won't make any fundamental difference."

Celeste's gaze remained fixed on Aviana, who was flickering back and forth; upon receiving the Mother of a Thousand Wings' signal, she immediately fully activated the Tidestone, and water sources throughout Mount Hyjal began to fluctuate violently.

"Let's begin! This time, we must leave the Burning Legion with an unforgettable lesson!"

When the three Wild Gods arrived and joined the fray, the battle on the main front also began in earnest.

Under Malfurion's command, the generals of the Burning Legion no longer took turns attacking. Instead, they dispersed and began to charge the final and most solid barrier wall together.

Rather than a mere checkpoint, this final barrier protecting Nordrassil was more of a fortress.

After being treated by the Moon Wells and the Priestesses of the Moon, most of the reinforcements who had participated in the previous defensive battles had recovered their strength.

At this moment, the allied forces of various races were defending sections of this majestic fortress wall. Facing a combined attack from a large number of high-ranking demons, the pressure on each group was significant.

"Boom! Boom!"

After descending in altitude, the aerospace warships were the first to open fire on the demon positions, followed by the fortress' arcane cannons. The saturated fire strike blasted a massive gap near the Burning Legion's central army position, forcing Malfurion to temporarily retreat his headquarters.

In this final battle, the Burning Legion deployed all the Fel Bats they had previously held back. Dragons and a massive number of flying demons engaged in melee combat in the sky. Countless Fel Bats fell from the air like dumplings being dropped into a pot, occasionally accompanied by a few injured dragons.

As the aerospace warships joined the battlefield, the mothership acting as the command tower first released its carrier-based aircraft. The latest model of moonwings, which had been held in reserve until now, were deployed in large numbers to the battlefield below.

The strafing of arcane machine guns significantly reduced the pressure on the dragonflights. From the start, the aerial battlefield showed a completely one-sided trend, and the Burning Legion soon lost air superiority.

Malfurion hadn't pinned all his hopes on the air; as long as they could pin down the dragons for a period of time, their mission would be considered complete. The Legion generals personally leading the demons to charge the walls were his trump card.

However, to the surprise of all the demons, the defensive power of this final fortress was on a completely different level compared to the previous walls.

Kazzak's greatsword hacked back and forth at the wall, but every time it hit the target, it was repelled by a powerful recoil. The sturdiness of the defensive barrier made the Doom Lord secretly alarmed.

The Burning Legion's usual tactic of dropping Infernals from the sky was also ineffective. The one-way anti-magic barrier completely blocked their idea of smashing Infernals into the fortress to create chaos.

Out of necessity, Malfurion could only order the Infernals to advance from the rear, but this caused them to lose their surprise attack effect, turning them into simple Fel Energy constructs.

The Nordrassil barrier, which Andreas had built with a massive amount of resources, demonstrated a powerful defensive effect.

Malfurion watched as the Burning Legion's soldiers wasted their strength in vain, yet remained unable to break through the wall. Fearing punishment, he grew increasingly anxious, subconsciously pacing near his command seat.

"Continue to increase the intensity of the attack! Send in all reserve units..."

A sudden sense of lethal threat from behind made Malfurion decisively roll on the ground, narrowly avoiding the pounce of a black panther that had suddenly appeared. Before he could regain his footing, he rolled to the side again, dodging another ambush from a flying moon wheel.

"Someone, there's an assa... Ugh!"

He could dodge the first strike, but not the second.

The sneak attack by the black panther Laynella was only the first wave. Maiev's moon wheel further narrowed Malfurion's dodging range, and finally, Prisim, baring her fangs like a venomous snake, plunged her dagger into the heart of the half-kneeling Malfurion.

SQuel'ch!

The moment the blood-grooved and barbed dagger was pulled out, Malfurion's Fel-tainted blood sprayed out like a floodgate opening, with shredded flesh still clinging to Prisim's blade.

Without waiting for the wide-eyed Malfurion to leave any last words, Maiev, wearing her Warden helmet, swung her blade and cut off his large head.

"We can't stay here for long, let's go!"

As Maiev was the first to vanish into the shadows, Laynella and Prisim also disappeared from the camp along with the other assassins.

There had been no guards within dozens of meters of Malfurion's camp for a while; even the Eye of Kilrogg responsible for anti-stealth had been sliced in half by an unknown weapon. It took a good while before any demons discovered their commander was dead.

As a race personally invited by Sargeras to join, the Eredar held a status above other races within the Burning Legion. This was also why Archimonde had previously handed command authority to Malfurion.

However, not everyone agreed with the Eredar's leadership, and Malfurion's ability and seniority were not enough to win over the masses. Most only followed his orders out of fear of Archimonde's might.

With Malfurion dead, the other demon officers lost their restraint and immediately began to act on their own.

The siege situation, which had been somewhat orderly under Malfurion's coordination, suddenly fell into disarray. The various demon generals only cared about their own glory, completely ignoring the coordination between multiple units.

The experienced Velen could tell from the chaos in the Burning Legion that Maiev's insistence on the risky assassination of the demon commander had yielded results.

"General Shandris, Councilor Maiev and her team must have succeeded."

Alerted by Velen, Shandris, who had been coordinating from the center alongside Garrosh, finally noticed the chaos in the Burning Legion's rear lines.

"Garrosh!"

"Yeah, the opportunity is here!"

Garrosh ordered the flag-bearer to wave the purple flag of counterattack, and the soul-stirring, distant sound of horns spread across the battlefield filled with the sounds of killing.

The newly renamed First Flying Fleet was the first to respond. The destroyers and cruisers guarding the mothership and battleships finally dispersed and entered the battlefield.

Under the orders of their respective leaders, the dragonflights also increased their attack intensity. Dragon breath lit up the dark night sky... As the horn of counterattack blew on the main battlefield, the situation of the demigods' battle also began to shift.

Archimonde, who had been holding the upper hand, felt a sense of unease. He felt as if he had fallen into a trap set by the enemy in advance.

The incredibly tough Tortolla stubbornly withstood Archimonde's attacks. Cenarius' arrival lightened the pressure on Alexstrasza and Ysera, and the dragon aspects also increased their attack intensity.

Andreas still hadn't acted; he was waiting for news from Aviana.

"Andreas, the Temple is ready."

Andreas' golden eyes lit up, and he said solemnly to Aviana, "Begin the decapitation operation!"

Abnormalities first broke out in the rivers and lakes across Mount Hyjal. It was as if ultra-large water pumps were working beneath the surface; the water level was rapidly dropping.

At the same time, the wildlife hiding throughout Mount Hyjal suddenly became restless. The tremors of the earth gradually intensified, and the panicked animals tried to find suitable hiding spots to avoid the danger of an earthquake.

As energy exceeding the barrier's specifications diffused outward, the concealment magic circle covering Avianas Temple was finally burst. Archimonde immediately felt a bone-chilling coldness coming from within the temple.

"What is that?"

"Where are you looking? Face me, you bastard!"

Taking advantage of the moment Archimonde was distracted, Malygos shouted trash talk he had learned from Andreas while increasing the frequency of his spell bombardment.

For a moment, Malygos even wanted to treat the distracted Archimonde to an overloaded strike from the lens of focusing. However, considering the indiscriminate attack pattern of the lens of focusing and the ecological recovery of Mount Hyjal after the war, he ultimately held back.

"Get lost!"

The unease in Archimonde's heart grew stronger. The intensity of the energy coming from the forest had already exceeded his limit of endurance. If he allowed the opponent to launch the attack, even he would suffer serious injuries.

Tortolla was temporarily sent flying by a punch from Archimonde, who had abandoned his defense, but as a result, Archimonde took the full brunt of the other demigods' attacks. Many wounds of varying depths were added to his tough body, though these injuries were not enough to pose a fatal threat to him.

Seeing Archimonde's actions, Andreas launched harassing attacks at the defiler while calling out a warning, "Stop him! We can't let him charge into Avianas Temple!"

Given Archimonde's strength, if he were determined to abandon defense and launch an all-out assault, none of the Wild Gods present, save for Tortolla, could stop him head-on.

However, Tortolla was still adjusting his posture and could not reach Archimonde immediately.

Archimonde charged the defensive line between Nozdormu and Malygos. The two Dragon Aspects simultaneously moved their massive bodies to block Archimonde, buying enough time for the final trump card.

"Get out of the way!"

The anxiety in Archimonde's heart made him abandon all dodging and defense; he allowed Nozdormu's dragon claws to rake several wounds across his body, meeting the attack with a counter-attack—a punch slammed into the Bronze Dragon Aspect's head.

"Ugh!"

Although the hurried punch was not enough to kill Nozdormu, having suffered a heavy blow to the head, the Bronze Dragon Aspect groaned and temporarily lost his mobility.

Only Malygos, the Blue Dragon Aspect, remained blocking Archimonde. The others were accelerating their approach, but it looked unlikely they would arrive before Archimonde broke through.

"Hoo~"

A look of determination flashed in Malygos' eyes. Just as Archimonde's fist, wrapped in Fel Energy, struck his abdomen, Malygos endured the pain and blasted Arcane dragon breath directly into the defiler's face.

"Ah! You damned overgrown lizard!"

This blast of dragon breath compressed most of the Arcane energy within Malygos, inflicting significant damage upon Archimonde. Flesh flew from the defiler's face, quickly obscuring his original majestic appearance.

Having sustained serious injuries while unleashing a strike that gathered all his strength, Malygos was also temporarily immobilized after severely wounding Archimonde.

He could only watch helplessly as Archimonde furiously clutched his face, extending his index finger with the other hand, aiming at Malygos, preparing to use his signature technique.

"Your Majesty!"

"Roar!"

Another blast of Arcane dragon breath shot in from the distant sky. The counter-attack on the main battlefield had been solidified, and the activities of the Dragonflights were no longer restricted. A few anxious dragons rushed over first to check on the battle involving the major figures.

Seeing Malygos in mortal danger, Kalecgos, the attendant to the Blue Dragon Aspect and one of the first to arrive, hastily joined the fray, attempting to slow Archimonde's movements.

Although Kalecgos was very experienced, having suffered incurable injuries during the War of the Ancients, his strength was long past its peak. Forget Malygos, even the embarrassing Blue Dragon of the new generation, Kalecgos, was slightly stronger than him.

Although his loyalty to Malygos drove him to arrive first, his dragon breath was completely unable to harm Archimonde, and the progress of the Finger of Death was not interrupted.

"Roar!"

Seeing Archimonde's finger begin to extend, Kalecgos did not hesitate to burn his life force, exploding with superhuman speed for a brief moment, and slammed his dragon body directly into Archimonde.

Archimonde was knocked off balance by Kalecgos' desperate charge, the Fel Energy light in his hand flickered, and he failed to fire it in time.

Enraged, the defiler aimed his finger at Kalecgos, who was fiercely biting down on his arm.

"Ant, you seek death!"

"Boom!"

The Finger of Death struck Kalecgos directly. The highly penetrating beam of Fel Energy burned a hideous hole through his chest; his excellent defensive scales and tough draconic flesh were pierced as easily as if they were made of paper.

"Your Majesty, quick... escape..."

Leaving behind those last three words, the Arcane light in the eyes of Kalecgos, who was entering his final moments, completely vanished.

"Ele!"

Malygos' eyes were bloodshot. Ignoring the restraints of the newly recovered Nozdormu, he tried to rush forward and fight Archimonde to the death.

Kalecgos' desperate resistance finally bought enough time for the other Wild Gods. Tortolla spun around and slammed into Archimonde first, enduring intense dizziness to poke his head out of his shell and bite down on Archimonde's left arm.

"Awooo!"

Goldrinn hastily followed suit, sinking his sharp teeth into Archimonde's right hand. The Treants summoned by Cenarius rushed forward, and, reinforced by the Forest Keeper's massive expenditure of natural energy, they firmly restrained Archimonde's waist and legs.

"What are you doing?!" Alexstrasza shoved Malygos back with her head. "Retreat! Don't waste Kalecgos' sacrifice!"

Andreas took a deep look at Kalecgos' corpse, removed the tear of Elune from the Staff of Ganir, and allowed it to float in the air, quickly expanding in size.

"Aviana!"

"Understood... Ladies, fire!"

Aviana, who had been beside Andreas one second ago, appeared inside Avianas Temple the next.

Celeste took a deep breath. To show faith in her husband, she was the first to activate the massive amount of moisture absorbed within the Tidestone, transforming it into pure energy and blasting it towards Andreas.

Onyxia hastily followed suit, releasing the fully activated energy from the hammer of Khazgoroth.

The two energy beams struck the tear of Elune above Andreas' head in succession. As different types of artifact energy poured in, the interior of the tear of Elune churned violently for a moment.

Feeling the energy inside the artifact complete its transformation and amplification, Andreas struggled to aim the tear of Elune at Archimonde.

"Everyone fall back! Elisande!"

The Archmage kept his eyes fixed on the battle. Tortolla, Goldrinn, and the others immediately retreated upon receiving the command, but only Cenarius' Treants remained, dutifully clinging to Archimonde.

"Get away! Get off me!"

Sensing a threat to his life, Archimonde had no time left for posturing. He frantically tore the Treants off his body and pointed both hands at Andreas, who was floating in the air, attempting to stop his subsequent actions.

"Halt!"

The energy from the eye of amanthul in Elisande's hand rapidly spread. The power of time, originating from the Father of the Gods, took full effect, pausing Archimonde's movements for about two seconds.

Though only a mere two seconds, it was enough to decide the defiler's fate.

As the Wild Gods poured all their remaining power into the tear of Elune, Andreas controlled the violently shaking artifact with trembling hands.

"Archimonde! Azeroth will surely triumph over the wicked schemes of the Burning Legion! This is the light of hope with which we resolve to forge the future!"

"Boom!"

The mixed energies were converted, compressed, and amplified by the tear of Elune, erupting as a spiraling, multi-colored pillar of light, like a rainbow.

Archimonde's double-barreled Finger of Death only held it back for a moment. The overwhelming power pushed the Fel Energy beam back, and the column of light, its momentum unchecked, blasted straight through Archimonde's colossal body.

A massive, ironic void appeared in the chest of the fatally wounded Archimonde. Blood began to stream from his facial features, and intense unwillingness drove him to continue charging forward, dragging his dying body.

"Damn Azeroth, damn the Wild Gods!"

This trump card drained the energy from Andreas' body. Due to the different power systems, replenishment from the Well of Eternity required conversion via the tear of Elune.

Facing Archimonde's desperate counter-attack, Andreas and the other exhausted Wild Gods were unable to mount an effective defense.

"Did it really come down to this step..."

Aviana, who had prepared long ago, communicated with the mother of the wisps, Aviana, through the connection between the Wild Gods. Countless ancient spirits rushed out from the forest near Avianas Temple.

Archimonde ignored the wisps, which had no power fluctuations. At this point, he could no longer gather the Fel Energy within his body, intending to use a physical attack to kill Andreas, who had delivered the fatal blow.

"What?! No!"

The wisps surrounding Archimonde overloaded after absorbing the power of the Well of Eternity, turning from ghostly blue to blood red.

"Rumble!"

As the ancient spirits collectively self-destructed, a wave of not-too-intense fluctuation spread out, centered on Archimonde.

Archimonde, his last physical strength exhausted by the ancient spirits, finally collapsed. His colossal body slammed into Mount Hyjal, triggering a violent, localized earthquake.

"Haa..."

Andreas, exhausted, slowly sat down on the ground, leaning against the Staff of Ganir. With a sense of relief, he spread his arms and fell back onto the battlefield, which was pitted and scarred by Fel Energy corrosion.

"Finally, it's over."

Whether Archimonde's soul was under the special protection of Sargeras or he had other escape plans, Andreas, who was waiting to harvest the soul, unfortunately failed to catch his target.

Archimonde's soul vanished the moment his body died, likely escaping back to Argus in an emergency to await resurrection.

Although he couldn't achieve a perfect ending, given the strength of Archimonde's power, the time required to resurrect him would definitely not be just a year or two; it would take at least centuries, or even a millennium, as a standard.

In other words, for at least several hundred years, there should be no need to worry about the threat of the defiler.

'Although the defiler is gone for now, Kil'jaeden the deceiver is still there. I can't let my guard down.'

Kalecgos' unexpected death was a situation Andreas hadn't anticipated.

The battlefield is ever-changing; no one can calculate every single move of the enemy with perfect precision.

Andreas had indeed predicted that Archimonde might discover the setup at Aviana's Temple, so he specifically arranged for two relatively strong Aspects to guard the passage leading to it.

In his original plan, the two Aspects should have been able to block Archimonde at least for a short time, buying time for the other Demigods to react.

No one expected Nozdormu to be punched in the head and instantly lose his combat capability.

If Kalecgos hadn't desperately charged out to delay long enough, the final outcome of this battle would have been hard to say.

After the battle ended, Malygos sat blankly beside Kalecgos' body, and the Blue Dragons who arrived shortly after also gathered around silently to mourn the passing of their hero.

After a long while, Malygos spoke with difficulty, "Take him home and send him into the energy turbulence of The Eye of Eternity. He will merge with The Nexus system and be with us forever."

...Archimonde's death in battle became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

The Burning Legion, already unable to withstand the counter-offensive of the Allied Forces, saw its morale collapse. Their ranks broke, and under the ruthless pursuit of the Flying Fleets, not a single high-ranking Legion figure escaped Mount Hyjal.

The Battle of Hyjal finally drew to a close, leaving behind a scarred holy mountain and a Well of Eternity that had temporarily stalled due to the continuous and massive extraction of energy.

Losing the energy supply from the Well of Eternity made the Night Elves, who were accustomed to automated production, very uncomfortable, causing some minor unrest within the capital, Astranaar.

Arygos sighed after inspecting the Well of Eternity. "You were a bit too ruthless with the energy extraction this time. The four Pillars of Creation artifacts were fully loaded, and you also had to provide energy for the Flying Fleets, as well as the supplies for Astranaar and the defensive fortresses."

"This Well of Eternity is not the original version, after all. It cannot truly possess infinite energy. At least for a period of time, you will not be able to use it again."

Andreas frowned and asked, "How long is 'a period of time'? Although Night Elf society doesn't have the same survival dependence on the Sunwell as the High Elves, losing the energy supply from the Well of Eternity will inevitably affect our production capacity and daily life."

Arygos shook his head. "I can't say for sure. Unless a completely new energy source of the same origin is injected into it, the Well of Eternity won't be able to recover for at least several years."

"Of the same origin..."

Andreas' expression became somewhat strange.

Ten thousand years ago, just in case, Andreas had prepared an important treasure for establishing his permanent base.

But due to the smooth transition of power among the Night Elf high command, this treasure had never been used. He didn't expect there would be a day to bring it out again.

After quietly seeing off Arygos, Andreas did not take action immediately.

The end of the war with the Burning Legion did not mean that Azeroth would return to peace.

Once the external enemy was gone, Xavius couldn't wait to start making waves in the Emerald Dream again.

On the other hand, Yogg-Saron temporarily didn't have the energy to cause trouble, as the chaotic situation in Northrend had still not settled down.

The Legion demons remaining in Northrend were still fighting Loken's Iron Army. Because Archimonde and many Observers were all dead, Ner'zhul's ambition was expanding rapidly, and these demons had not yet noticed the ill-intentioned schemes coming from their rear.

Having defeated the Burning Legion, the next thing to deal with was the Lich King.

The Scourge had taken advantage of the various races of Kalimdor uniting against the demons to frantically expand their influence in the Eastern Kingdoms.

The eastern and northern parts of Tirisfal Glades had completely fallen, with only the territory of the Kingdom of Gilneas, which held fast to the mountain pass fortress, remaining intact.

Large swathes of the Western and Eastern Wilds were affected by the plague. Now, these two lands were called the Plaguelands by the surviving people of Lordaeron.

In the Western Plaguelands, from Andorhal northward, everything had fallen into the hands of the Scourge undead, except for Hearthglen, which was guarded by the Fordring Family.

The Eastern Plaguelands were not much better. Light's Hope Chapel and Tyr's Hand remained unbreakable, but most other villages and towns had fallen. The Scourge, centered in Stratholme, was still in a tug-of-war with The Knights of the Silver Hand in the northern Eastern Plaguelands.

Quel'Thalas had received Andreas' final warning before the start of the war. They tightened their defenses and held the Gate of Sargeras, finally managing to block the undead who were trying to merge with the noble-faction High Elves, preventing them from entering Quel'Thalas territory.

Under the high-intensity, continuous assault from the Farstriders led by Aurelia and Sylvanas' ranger units, the nobles' last stronghold, Zul'Aman, finally began to teeter.

Prince Kael'thas personally led the expedition, bringing royal elite legions such as the Sunfury, Fireblade, and Firewing south to capture Zul'Aman in one fell swoop.

Since Magisters had long been arranged to set up Spatial Anchors near Zul'Aman, the nobles were unable to use teleportation spells to escape. The Quel'Thalas regular army captured all the nobles who couldn't flee, and any stubborn resistors were killed.

This was only the preliminary intelligence Andreas obtained from Niana, who had remained in the Eastern Kingdoms, after he finally found some time.

It was said that some kind of unrest seemed to have occurred within Gilneas, but because the country was isolationist and the undead were blocking Silverpine Forest, it was not yet possible to gather more specific information.

Setting aside the affairs of Mount Hyjal, where everything was waiting to be rebuilt, Andreas personally saw off the armies of the various nations that had come to support them.

He firmly remembered the countries that had sent troops to help the Night Elves this time, and he would surely repay them one by one when he had the chance in the future.

Jaina, the Princess of Kul Tiras, heard of the tragic situation in the Eastern Kingdoms and decided to end her studies in the Night Elf Republic early, returning across the sea with the Kul Tiras fleet to drive out the undead.

The Orcs had proven their stance of coexisting with Azeroth through their brave actions in this war. Although they couldn't be trusted 100% yet, the Orcs had at least gained preliminary recognition from the various races of Azeroth.

The situation in Northrend was still a mess, but the Orcs eventually had to return home.

Due to the devastation of the Scourge, Go'el, after consulting the leaders of the Orc Clans, burned Grom's body, intending to take his ashes back to Durotar City to build a Shamanic altar in his honor.

No one wanted to see Grom resurrected by the Scourge to become a capable general under Ner'zhul. Although cremation did not fit Orc tradition, it was the only thing they could try to implement under the circumstances.

After seeing off all the allies who came to help, Andreas put the expulsion of demons, the reconstruction of Suramar, and the planting of a new World Tree in Moonglade Forest on the agenda.

But before that, the problem of the Well of Eternity being out of commission had to be solved first; otherwise, the World Tree system would be out of the question.

Andreas summoned all the Night Elf high-ranking officials to the Well of Eternity, which had temporarily lost its magical power, and in front of them, he took out a piece of "stock" that had been sealed for many years.

Post-war Mount Hyjal was a scene of devastation; the once lush mountain forests were scattered with unsightly patches, like areas of alopecia.

The Burning Legion had left behind a vast amount of Fel Energy corruption wherever they passed. The Druids were pulling as much manpower as possible to repair it, but with everything needing reconstruction after the war, every sector required significant human resources, so the progress of restoring Mount Hyjal's greenery remained slow.

Most eye-catching was the small lake that had recently appeared in front of Avianas Temple, a scar left by Andreas during the final battle against Archimonde.

After the battle, the water vapor that Celeste had heavily drawn upon merged back into the earth, filling the nearest massive crater in the form of groundwater and gradually forming a rather spectacular lake.

Archimonde's remains were moved to Astranaar for gradual study and purification. Given the physical resilience of the defiler, it was expected to take a very long time to completely annihilate his body.

Before departing, the allies who had come to Kalimdor for the Battle of Mount Hyjal all visited this small lake. Most of them looked at Andreas with a mixture of awe and reverence.

The sycophant Leticia even suggested building a statue by the lake to commemorate the final moment her foster father slew Archimonde.

Feeling quite embarrassed, Andreas refused without hesitation, but Shandris, Celeste, and the others were quite interested in Leticia's proposal.

Construction on the statue has now begun, though due to manpower shortages, they cannot yet invest too much energy into building it... Andreas, for his part, hoped the statue would never be finished.

Building a statue of a living person as a memorial felt strange no matter how he thought about it.

At the roots of Nordrassil, the Well of Eternity, which had always shimmered with a hazy light, had grown considerably dimmer, clearly in poor condition.

According to the Blue Dragon prince Arygos, the remaining energy could barely maintain the blessings bestowed upon Nordrassil by the Dragon Aspects, but Arygos couldn't say for sure if it would deteriorate further in the future.

After the war ended, the members of the High Council and military leaders like Garrosh were very busy. Tyrande crossed her arms impatiently and questioned, "So? Why have you suddenly gathered everyone who is busy with work? What is so important?"

Shandris and Celeste had known the situation for a while, but the two of them didn't provide any spoilers, standing to the side and smiling without a word as if they knew nothing.

Malfurion had recently been busy suppressing Xavius' sudden attacks within the Emerald Dream, and this time he had indeed made time to come despite his busy schedule.

Looking at the dim light of the Well of Eternity, Malygos felt somewhat conflicted.

From a safety perspective, he hoped the Well of Eternity would end here to avoid attracting the Burning Legion's greed again in the future.

However, the energy provided by the Well of Eternity had long since permeated every aspect of the Night Elf Republic.

Without the power supply from the Well of Eternity, the production efficiency of major post-war factories had dropped significantly, forcing them to temporarily restart manual manufacturing that had been abandoned for countless years, which further exacerbated the depletion of human resources.

"Andreas, do you have a way to repair the Well of Eternity?"

Malfurion's question drew everyone's gaze. Andreas nodded without concealment, "I do indeed have a way to repair it... or rather, to strengthen the Well of Eternity."

He took a beautifully sealed vial from his spatial bag; this magical vial came from Azshara's Eternal Palace ten thousand years ago.

He gently shook the bottle, and the "sloshing" sound of flowing liquid rang out.

Fandral was the first to realize something, asking in surprise, "Could it be that what's in this vial is..."

"Exactly," Andreas nodded approvingly. "It's water from the original Well of Eternity. I kept a vial just in case, and I haven't found an opportunity to use it in these ten thousand years."

"This..."

Malfurion's expression was hesitant; he already understood Andreas' plan.

Due to his Druidic stance of revering nature, he wanted to speak out in opposition, but he couldn't make up his mind because of other concerns.

Garrosh looked at the vial in Andreas' hand and rubbed his chin in surprise.

"This vial is at least several times larger than the ones Illidan used back then."

"This isn't just a matter of repair. If all this well water is poured into the lake, the energy of the Well of Eternity might even be further enhanced, right?"

"That is exactly what I hope for."

Andreas said solemnly, "Everyone knows how difficult it was to defeat Archimonde this time."

"If we hadn't relied on continuously drawing energy from the Well of Eternity to fill the Pillars of Creation and gather power, our casualties would certainly have been much heavier, and we might have even lost the Well of Eternity and the Nordrassil we depend on for survival."

"The New Well of Eternity created by Illidan has its limits after all, and its vulnerabilities were fully exposed during this war."

"Archimonde the defiler is indeed dead, but Kil'jaeden the deceiver is still very much alive."

"According to Prophet Velen, Kil'jaeden may be slightly inferior to Archimonde in terms of absolute power, but his insidious schemes can effectively compensate for that gap in individual combat strength—not to mention the Burning Legion still has the world-destroying Fallen Titan, Sargeras."

"The sky-ships, arcane cannons, and magitech weapons we are currently building for all levels of the military cannot function without the energy of the Well of Eternity. The Night Elves need these powerful tools to guard our home and expel all invaders and disruptors."

"Therefore, I propose here to restore and strengthen the Well of Eternity, so that this fountain of magic can continue to provide powerful assistance for our technological progress."

Aside from the more stubborn Malfurion, even Tyrande had grown accustomed to the existence of the Well of Eternity over the long years.

This fountain of magic had effectively improved the Night Elves' standard of living and military strength; Tyrande was already reluctant to abandon it like Malfurion.

"Sigh~" Noticing the troubled expression on Tyrande's face, Malfurion raised his hand with a bitter smile. "I abstain. I'll leave the decision to all of you."

With the greatest opposing force withdrawn, the other members of the decision-making body passed it unanimously.

Andreas immediately released the seal on the bottle and pulled out the stopper, and dense Arcane energy overflowed from within the vial.

Celeste sniffed her nose somewhat intoxicatedly. "Yes, this is the wonderful scent of the original Well of Eternity. It's truly been a long time."

He solemnly poured this bottle of Azeroth's blood into the lake of the New Well of Eternity. The highly concentrated Arcane energy contained in the well water, preserved for ten thousand years, rapidly merged into the lake.

The originally dim light of the Well of Eternity gradually became bright, and a faint, almost imperceptible sound came from Nordrassil as it absorbed the Well's energy through its roots.

Andreas, Malfurion, Fandral, and the others could feel the sense of joy and excitement coming from the forest through their Druidic abilities; Nordrassil also seemed to cheer as it increased its intake of energy from the Well of Eternity.

Feeling the surge of energy at the mountain peak, Cenarius, Goldrinn, and the other Wild Gods quickly arrived, witnessing the moment the Well of Eternity regained its radiance.

Cenarius' expression was somewhat complicated, but at least most of this energy was flowing into the World Tree. Neutralized by Nordrassil's Nature Power, the energy of the Well of Eternity was much gentler than the overbearing nature of the original version.

Furthermore, after ten thousand years of observation, Cenarius was certain that the current Night Elf leadership would not unrestrainedly abuse the Well's energy like Azshara and the Night Elf Empire's nobility. After hesitating for a moment, the Forest Guardian gradually came to terms with it.

The capital of Astranaar atop the canopy was the first to feel the revival of the Well of Eternity. Paralyzed automated production equipment resumed operation, and the cheers from the canopy could even be heard by Andreas and the others far down at the tree's roots.

"The Well of Eternity will continue to provide energy for the Night Elf Republic; we will not stop our pace of research and exploration of the unknown."

Andreas looked at the Well of Eternity, now more powerful than before, and said firmly, "There is a vast world beyond Azeroth. Sooner or later, we will break out of this home planet, head to the Burning Legion's lair, and end the atrocities of Sargeras and the Burning Legion!"

The revival of the Well of Eternity put the post-war reconstruction of the Night Elf Republic into the fast lane. With the assistance of automated equipment, the liberated manpower could be used where it was needed more.

The capabilities of the Newborn Well of Eternity still needed to be discovered step-by-step by researchers. At first glance, its energy supply efficiency was higher than before, and the upper limit of the energy bottleneck should have also been broken through, though it could not yet be accurately tested.

The revival of the Well of Eternity also meant that the World Tree system returned to normal operation once again. The panicked atmosphere in the major cities caused by the loss of energy supply was quickly calmed.

While Andreas remained in Astranaar to restore domestic livelihoods, he turned his gaze toward the cold northern continent. The residents of Suramar who had taken refuge in the Wyrmrest Temple were still waiting for rescue from their home country... The Burning Legion had been defeated, but the Lich King's minions were still rampaging across the Eastern Kingdoms.

As the armies of nations like Alterac and Kul Tiras returned from Kalimdor, the war between the Kingdom of Stormwind, the Orcs, and the Jungle Trolls also drew to a close.

Fighting one against three, the Kingdom of Stormwind first wore down the Stormforged Orcs and Blackrock Orcs, who lacked sufficient logistical supplies. The Stormforged Clan was completely driven out of the Swamp of Sorrows, following the Blackrock Orcs to hide within Blackrock Spire.

After liberating the armies from two fronts, the Kingdom of Stormwind gathered its superior forces and pushed the Gurubashi Trolls back into Stranglethorn Vale in one wave.

Having freed up its hands, the Kingdom of Stormwind did not continue to pursue its victory but instead sent reinforcements north under someone's persuasion.

With reinforcements from the south, the situation of the northern nations being suppressed by the undead finally began to improve.

Under the assault of the allied forces of the Dwarves, Gnomes, and the Kingdom of Stormwind, the Withered Trolls suffered heavy losses due to their slow intelligence gathering. The Kingdom of Stromgarde finally breathed a sigh of relief amidst internal and external troubles.

As Lothar and Llane grew older, Prince Varian began to take on more responsibility.

The one leading the army north this time was this increasingly heroic Stormwind Prince. The shocks and experiences of national destruction and reconstruction had made Varian far more mature and steady than his peers.

In the name of the Kingdom of Stormwind, he made a promise to the aging King Thoras to increase trade between the two nations and promote the economic recovery of the Kingdom of Stromgarde.

Looking at the spirited Varian and then thinking of his own useless son, Galin, Thoras, who was entering his twilight years, could only sigh silently.

His experiences of exile as a youth made Varian deeply understand one principle—unity is strength.

Under the correct guidance of Lothar and Llane, he would not be like Terenas, only thinking of using power to establish a unified human empire. The now-defunct framework of the Alliance actually still had great potential.

With the fall of the Kingdom of Lordaeron as its mainstay, Dalaran and Kul Tiras could not support the Alliance. The Kingdom of Stormwind naturally took over Lordaeron's responsibilities and began to take on more of the duties of the Alliance leader.

Lordaeron's downfall made Llane quite sentimental. Regardless of Terenas' underlying motives, Lordaeron had indeed extended a vital helping hand to the distressed Kingdom of Stormwind back then.

However, as the king of a nation, Llane did not allow personal emotional factors to influence his decisions. His primary consideration remained the interests of the Kingdom of Stormwind.

As the perennial second-in-command, with no leader above to suppress them, the Kingdom of Stormwind naturally had to step forward and raise the banner of the Alliance once again.

Moreover, compared to the eager-for-quick-results Lordaeron, the Kingdom of Stormwind's approach was more moderate. At least King Thoras was very grateful for Varian's decision at this time.

The gathered Alliance army continued to advance westward, lifting the crisis of the Wildhammer Dwarves being surrounded by the Darkspear Trolls, and joining forces with the defensive-focused Alterac army in the Icecrown area.

At the same time, Varian also sent a secondary force to the border of Silverpine Forest and Hillsbrad. While rescuing Dalaran from the Scourge's siege, they also attempted to contact Gilneas, which was trapped behind the Gryphon Guard Wall.

Having finally suppressed the Drust rebellion for the time being, Daelin led the Kul Tiras fleet to land at Southshore, bringing bad news to Varian and the others.

"Something has happened in Gilneas. A strange virus is spreading within the Gilneas capital, but that old stubborn Genn still refuses to open the gates. He repeatedly insists that he can handle the domestic unrest himself."

Although the Kul Tiras fleet did not enter Gilneas' territorial waters, through high-powered telescopes, Daelin saw a group of furry humanoid creatures running near the Gilnean coastline from a distance as his flagship, the Pride of Kul Tiras, passed the edge of their waters.

Varian sighed and said, "We have also received some relevant intelligence. Not only is an unknown virus rampaging within Gilneas, but the rebellion of High Lord Darius Crowley is also not to be underestimated."

Darius Crowley, a high noble in the Kingdom of Gilneas whose status was second only to the Greymane royal family, had territory that covered almost the entire Silverpine Forest.

Because of King Genn's isolationist policy, the territories outside the Gryphon Guard Wall were abandoned, and Darius naturally felt extremely dissatisfied.

With the invasion of the Scourge undead, large swathes of Silverpine Forest fell, and the Crowley Family suffered heavy losses as a result.

Forced to retreat behind the Gryphon Guard Wall, Darius was consumed by rage. He blamed King Genn for the undead invasion and the spread of the mutated virus, and directly raised a banner to rally others dissatisfied with Gilneas' conservative policies to rebel.

Daelin said helplessly, "Let's give up on Gilneas for now. Genn is the type who won't shed a tear until he sees the coffin. Let's detach a portion of the army to guard the main road from Silverpine Forest to Hillsbrad and focus our main attack on Andorhal."

The ill-fated Andorhal had not completed its reconstruction since it was last burned down. The destruction of Lordaeron made this important town in the Western Wilds one of the undead's main strongholds.

Countless Scourge undead gathered in this ruined town, with the Archlich Kel'Thuzad, resurrected by Arthas, responsible for its defense.

Without the magic of the Sunwell, Kel'Thuzad's resurrection appeared unremarkable.

Although he still successfully transformed into a lich, compared to the same period in history, Kel'Thuzad's strength had undoubtedly shrunk to some extent.

The Archlich did not show any dissatisfaction with the Lich King because of this. He continued to dutifully assist Arthas, using his experience and wisdom to help Arthas manage the millions of undead in Lordaeron, and was highly valued by Arthas.

Although Alterac wanted to remove the thorn in its side right at its doorstep, the Scourge's defense of Andorhal was very tight. Alterac's strength alone could not break through the massive number of Scourge defenders.

After receiving the Alliance's message, Taelan Fordring, located in Hearthglen, immediately expressed his willingness to send troops from Northpass to launch a pincer attack on Andorhal.

The situation in the Western Plaguelands was barely acceptable, but by contrast, the battle situation in the Eastern Plaguelands was extremely dire.

After Uther's death, The Knights of the Silver Hand split into a hardline faction advocating the extermination of all undead and a moderate faction attempting to restore the livelihoods of the Eastern Plaguelands first, due to their differing ideologies.

The ideological conflict between the two factions became increasingly severe, eventually leading to a complete parting of ways.

The hardline faction held the majority. Using Tyrs Hand as their base, they henceforth called themselves the Scarlet Crusade and launched frantic attacks on the Scourge army in Stratholme, attempting to break this Scourge base in the Eastern Plaguelands in one fell swoop.

The moderate faction was smaller in number. They moved from Tyrs Hand to Lights Hope Chapel and renamed themselves the Argent Dawn. Together with the local priests, they accepted refugees and began working to restore a normal order of life near the chapel.

The split of the Silver Hand created a perfect opportunity for certain ambitious individuals. There was a small town by Blackwood Lake, south of Lordaeron Crossing, where the local baron took advantage of the turbulent situation to open his doors wide, recruiting a large number of residents who had fled there.

When the Argent Dawn and the Scarlet Crusade parted ways, a baron named Othmar Garithos rallied support, raising the banner of restoring the Kingdom of Lordaeron. He led an army from Blackwood Town, heading along the main road toward the Western Plaguelands.

The remnants of the Lordaeron army along the way were attracted by his slogan and joined one by one. By the time they entered the Western Plaguelands, Garithos' army numbered a hundred thousand.

These troops were the foundation of his confidence as he participated in the talks with the Alliance leaders under the name of the Restorer of Lordaeron.

The most important reason Garithos could act so recklessly in Lordaeron's name was the disappearance of Princess Jaina.

Saidan Dathohan, now the leader of the Scarlet Crusade, had desperately brought the last bloodline of Menethil out of the Capital City of Lordaeron, settling Princess Jaina in Tyrs Hand.

However, after Uther led the Knights of the Silver Hand west and died in battle, the Silver Hand, embroiled in internal struggles, suddenly discovered that Princess Jaina had disappeared at some unknown point.

After some investigation, it was largely confirmed that the princess had left on her own accord, with no possibility of coercion or threats.

After settling in Tyrs Hand, Jaina had at one point shown tendencies of world-weariness.

Her younger brother, whom she had watched grow up since childhood, personally killed their father; this immense shock was difficult for Jaina, who had grown up pampered, to accept.

Unlike Arthas, who had borne the future of Lordaeron since birth, Terenas' expectation for Jaina was that she would become a suitable pawn for political marriage.

From a young age, Jaina learned knowledge related to ladies and noblewomen; Terenas did not spend much effort teaching her the art of governance.

The little princess, who grew up in a greenhouse, suddenly faced drastic changes; it was a blessing that her spirit didn't collapse on the spot. After being brought back to Tyrs Hand by Dathohan, she became like a doll, losing the motivation to live.

Amidst the chaos of war, having lost their most prestigious commander, Uther, the ideological struggles within the Silver Hand grew increasingly fierce, and their attention to Jaina dwindled, ultimately leading to the Princess of Lordaeron's departure.

Without the last royal bloodline heir, Lordaeron could now be officially declared extinct.

And when Garithos now raised the slogan of 'Rejuvenating Lordaeron', anyone with a brain knew what he was truly aiming for.

However, Garithos' army of 100,000 troops was indeed a force that could not be ignored, so Varian and Daelin could only suppress their disgust and negotiate with Garithos.

Most of the core forest in Tirisfal Glades had fallen, but Gilneas still firmly relied on its heavily fortified passes, strengthened countless times over the years, to block the Undead's attacks.

However, this was also because Arthas' main target was not the sparsely populated Kingdom of Gilneas.

He concentrated most of his attention on the Eastern and Western Plaguelands, using the Plague cauldrons to spread contamination through the air, further accelerating the transformation of local residents into Undead.

As the Scourge's main base, the Capital City of Lordaeron possessed unparalleled military strength compared to other regions. The Kingdom of Gilneas dared not act rashly and, under Brunhilde's reassurance, consistently adopted a resolute defensive strategy.

As for Niyana, who had temporarily sought refuge there previously, she had already departed for the Kingdom of Stormwind. The Kingdom of Stormwind's rapid deployment of reinforcements to the north after a war was largely due to the efforts of their old friend, Niyana.

At this time, Niyana was with Varian's army, personally witnessing the reconstruction of the Alliance.

Alterac and Stromgarde originally had significant conflicts with the Alliance, but the root of these conflicts lay with the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

Since Lordaeron had fallen, under Niyana's persuasion, King Alex and King Thoras soon reluctantly agreed to rejoin the Alliance.

With intelligence provided by Prisim's Rogue Scouts scattered across the Eastern Kingdoms, Niyana was fully aware of Garithos' methods and ambitions. She shared this information without reservation with the leaders of the Alliance member states.

Flightmaster, the Wildhammer King, sneered disdainfully, "Hah! A petty, scheming villain!"

King Magni, who had left Muradin as regent and personally gone to war, also let out a cold laugh without speaking.

"Ahem~" Prince Varian lightly coughed, interrupting the group's condemnation. "Setting aside Garithos' character for now, we currently need his army's assistance. Please maintain restraint for the time being."

"For the time being... right?"

Alex and Thoras exchanged glances, and a knowing smile simultaneously appeared on the faces of the two old foxes.

'The younger generation is formidable.'

...Although he focused most of his attention on reclaiming Moonglade Forest, Andreas did not relax his vigilance regarding the situation in the Eastern Kingdoms.

The Night Elves, having just experienced a major war, temporarily did not plan to redeploy troops to the Eastern Kingdoms. The important responsibility of expelling Arthas could only be left to the local people to handle themselves.

However, although he could not directly interfere, Andreas could still influence the battle situation in the Eastern Plaguelands to a certain extent through Quel'Thalas' actions.

After annihilating the last forces of the Nobility Faction, Prince Kaelthas finally had no more reservations. With Anasterian's encouraging support, he boldly began to implement reforms in Quel'Thalas.

The privileges of the High Elven nobility were greatly reduced. Although they still enjoyed benefits higher than ordinary citizens, their power was indeed much less than before, when they could manipulate everything and even coerce the royal family.

Quel'Thalas, which had maintained a closed-door policy for thousands of years, began to open up. The Night Elf Republic, which had maintained close cooperation for years, was the first to receive preferential treatment.

This was also a repayment for Speaker Moonshadow's previous cooperation with Quel'Thalas' actions.

At the same time, Kaelthas reformed the military system. After discussions by the Silvermoon Council, it was decided to abolish the low-combat-effectiveness Vassal Army structure and nationalize all military power.

He planned to gradually reclaim the excessive welfare provided to the public, encouraging more people to exchange diligent work for a better quality of life.

In peacetime, such a reduction in public welfare would undoubtedly cause severe social unrest. However, now, in a time of war and chaos, it was easier to take drastic measures.

Any troublemakers who showed signs of resistance were ruthlessly arrested on charges of conspiring treason.

Extraordinary times called for extraordinary measures. With Anasterian's delegation of power, Kaelthas' reforms were unsparing, laying the foundation for Quel'Thalas' future in the shortest possible time.

However, Kaelthas' tough approach inevitably accumulated considerable resentment domestically. Anasterian then stepped forward to take all the blame, shouldering all the criticism himself.

"Anyway, I'm an old man with one foot in the grave; a little criticism is nothing. This way, at least I can leave Kaelthas with a good reputation."

High-ranking nobles and officials knew that the reform decisions came from Prince Kaelthas, but the lower-class citizens were not as well-informed. After Anasterian proactively took responsibility, most High Elves regarded the Sun King as the culprit for reducing their welfare.

Andreas highly approved of Kaelthas' reforms. If social vitality wasn't activated with drastic measures during wartime, and welfare was only cut during peacetime, it could easily lead to chaotic strikes and protests, like a certain 'white flag' country, becoming too big to manage.

Andreas, through ambassador Aurora in Quel'Thalas, made a suggestion to Quel'Thalas.

To intervene in the situation in the Eastern Plaguelands as much as their capabilities allowed, helping humanity curb the expansion of the Scourge Undead, striving to push the Undead's forces back to Stratholme, thereby expanding the High Elves' sphere of influence and enhancing their reputation.

After essentially handling the aftermath of the Battle of Mount Hyjal and the intelligence from the Eastern Kingdoms, Shandris led a large army to Northrend, where they would rendezvous with Anub'Rekhan and other Qiraji who had remained in Dragonblight.

The battle to reclaim Moonglade Forest was imminent. Now, they only needed to wait for'someone's' good news.

Illidan's whereabouts were unknown after he left Felwood. According to the intelligence Andreas received, the Demon Hunter recovered the Fel Energy artifacts—the Staff of Sargeras and the Eye of Sargeras—from the Dreadlords they killed.

After the Draenei returned to the Lost Isles, updated news arrived: Illidan had summoned ancient allies on a desolate island in the sea, receiving a response from the Naga dwelling in the deep ocean.

These Naga followed Illidan all the way to the Azsuna region of the Broken Isles. Based on Andreas' speculation, the Demon Hunter would likely still find a way to strike a severe blow against the Lich King.

In fact, Andreas initially didn't intend to place his hopes in others. He specifically ordered Leticia to ensure the Eye of Sargeras was brought back.

But at the time, Leticia was blinded by her hatred for Tichondrius and failed to notice the Demon Hunter's actions. After acquiring the two artifacts, Illidan brazenly spread his wings and departed.

'Forget it. Even if we had acquired the Fel Energy artifacts, we wouldn't use them better than Illidan. We'll just observe his subsequent actions for now.'

Since the matter was concluded, Andreas couldn't overly blame the adopted daughter who had followed his family for ten thousand years. The usually optimistic and cheerful Leticia only had this one obsession, so the mild rebuke was dropped.

However, her strict adoptive mother, Shandris, severely punished Leticia. The week-long Devil Training was grueling, and every day after training, Leticia was so exhausted she lay on the ground like a dried fish, unwilling to move.

The battles in the Western Plaguelands and the Eastern Plaguelands simultaneously kicked off, with the Alliance main forces clashing fiercely with the main Scourge forces led by Arthas and Kel'Thuzad in Andorhal.