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“Have those cowards finally dared to emerge from their fortified city?”

On the battlefield, Grommash wore a grim smile as he gazed upon the human army opposite him. He hadn't expected to return from Silvermoon Forest in such haste, only to arrive just in time for such a delightful event!

He felt the battle lust coursing through his veins, igniting his very being.

This would be the start of a bountiful harvest!

The War Song Clan's totem would absorb even more energy in this war! For the War Song Clan, the only things that mattered now were more battles and wars on an even grander scale!

After the unification of the Orcish race, the War Song Clan, with its totem of war frenzy, was almost always the first choice for warlike orcs.

Under the blessing of the totem's power, their strength would be greatly enhanced, with improvements in attack, defense, healing, energy resistance, and virtually every other aspect. As long as you continued to fight, as long as your battle lust had not been extinguished, you could feel the power surging within you.

For the warlike orcs, that feeling was wonderfully addictive.

And the orcs of the War Song Clan, along with their various affiliated clans, had become the largest clan group in the new Orcish Horde. They were also the vanguard and backbone of every war.

“You must be careful. We've been engaged in small-scale skirmishes and conflicts with them in secret for some time now. They know very well that, with equal numbers, their soldiers are no match for our orcish warriors.

But this time, they've actually dared to come out and form ranks, initiating a war. They must have other tricks up their sleeves,” Durotan cautioned Grommash, who was radiating an almost uncomfortable amount of battle lust, like a raging fire.

“What problems could there be?” Grommash was unconcerned by Durotan's warning, and instead looked forward to the start of the war. “All conspiracies and tricks are nothing but a joke in the face of overwhelming power. The War Song Clan will flatten those humans and seize their city. Orcs will have their own solid stronghold on this new planet.”

Explosive gales and bursts of flame plunged from the walls of Stratholme towards the orcish ranks, the surging, powerful magic imbuing the very air with a grim, heavy oppressiveness.

Within the orcish camp, the orcs, led by Ner'zhul, responded in kind.

Wind, fire, lightning, earth.

Cataclysmic forces engulfed the magic, then turned around and began to unleash themselves upon the battlefield.

The first to bear the brunt of the assault were the soldiers of the human army.

Dark clouds filled the sky, lightning flashing intermittently within their depths, and two enormous earth elementals rose from the ground, standing as tall as the city walls.

Archmage Lobivia led the court mages of Lordaeron in chanting incantations, using natural magic to soothe the surrounding rampaging elements, calming and stabilizing them.

Magic against magic.

Soldiers against soldiers.

The clash between shamans and mages sounded like the war horn, and Grommash took the lead, charging towards the enemy with his forces.

The towering orcs and fully armored humans collided like two surging torrents, merging and swallowing each other up in a single moment.

The human generals were the disciples of Tirion and Alonsus Faol. Tirion, covered in holy light and charging at the very front, was like a giant light bulb in the dim and gloomy sky, and immediately drew Grommash's attention.

…

Orcish camp.

Uther studied the totem pole that bound him, his initial curiosity and interest evolving into a kind of obsession in a short amount of time.

This loneliness of being ignored, and the unease of being deep within enemy territory, caused him to develop an extreme sense of insecurity, and a desire to increase his power.

If it were fel or shadow energies, he might have been able to adhere to his principles, but faced with the holy light of his faith, he fell into it with almost no resistance.

He discovered that this totem pole was an unparalleled treasure for those who believed in the holy light. It contained a wealth of knowledge about the holy light, as well as the skills to use it.

This knowledge and these skills opened a door for Uther that he had never seen before, but which seemed to answer a call from the depths of his heart.

He absorbed the knowledge with a ravenous, almost intoxicated fervor, even forgetting for a time the danger of his location, and the desire to find a way to escape.

Leave?

That option was completely gone from Uther's mind at this moment. He simply studied tirelessly, and based on this knowledge, he materialized some of the ideas and concepts he had in his heart regarding the holy light.

His innate talent in the way of the holy light made him realize that the holy light could be used not only to comfort people and heal their wounds, but also as a powerful force to shield his comrades on the battlefield, becoming an indestructible shield.

But although he vaguely had this idea in his mind, and had made some attempts at enchanting weapons and the like, it was clear that his techniques were crude and completely unsystematic. It was just a simple and brutal, superficial use of the holy light.

Even Durotan, who was clearly not focused on the holy light, was better than him in terms of skill. Even though his holy light was purer and more powerful at the time, it couldn't give him an advantage in the clash of holy light.

But with the knowledge he had gained, Uther no longer had the confusion of a pioneer who couldn't distinguish directions.

Whoosh!

An arrow with magical elements interrupted the storm in Uther's mind. The sense of crisis that arose in his heart made him nimbly roll on the ground to dodge.

However, the arrow did not hit the spot where he had been, but deviated a little. Even if he hadn't dodged, the arrow wouldn't have landed on him.

“Looks like you're doing well here.” A cold female voice reached Uther's ears. He raised his head to look at the source of the voice, and saw three tall, slender figures slowly emerging from the air. Their pointed ears and skin color, different from humans, announced their identities.

Elves!

Elves of Quel'Thalas.

As a disciple of Alonsus and a general of Lordaeron, Uther naturally knew about elves.

“You're elves from Quel'Thalas? How did you get in here?” Uther looked at the elven sisters who had simply walked in, his face a little dazed, as if he hadn't yet woken up from his immersion in knowledge.

Even though his mind was still a little unclear at this time, he remembered that there were walls of holy light around him. How could they have just walked in like that?

Could it be that the walls of holy light distinguished between people?

“What nonsense are you talking about? Of course we sneaked in here.” Sylvanas snorted and used her skills to unlock the shackles on Uther. For an elven ranger, it wasn't difficult.

“Your teacher is very worried about you. He has sent at least three waves of assassins and scouts to find out about you during this time.” Alleria Windrunner said.

Before they came, they had confirmed Uther's information and portrait with Alonsus, so even though they had never met Uther, they could still recognize him at a glance with the help of the magical portrait.

Uther's mind cleared up instantly. His mind, which had been immersed in the sea of knowledge and forgetting everything else, suddenly connected to the external network, and he realized the memories he had forgotten before.

For example, his situation?

He couldn't even believe that, apart from the first two days, he hadn't had the slightest thought of running away for the rest of the time.

If the three elven sisters hadn't come to his door, he wouldn't have had the idea of leaving even if he wasn't shackled.

It seemed that memories other than the holy light, such as escape, teacher, and Lordaeron, had been forcibly shielded and blocked by some kind of power.

“We should go. They can't delay them for too long. Besides, if we go back earlier, we might be able to help a little.” Alleria said. She was referring to the war between the orcs and Stratholme outside.

It was precisely because they had tied up all the attention of the orcish elites that they were able to sneak in so smoothly.

It was also fortunate that there weren't many orcs left in the camp where Uther was being held. According to the unlucky orc they had subdued, this was the territory of the Frostwolf Clan. And the Frostwolf Clan was one of the clans that participated in the war today.

“Why don't we explore deeper? If we miss this opportunity, it will be difficult for us to sneak in again next time.” Sylvanas looked at a certain direction in the camp with a look of eagerness.

“No, my intuition tells me that it's very dangerous there! The elements are also warning me. That's not a place we can explore for the time being. We'll just rescue Uther and then successfully pass on the information we've learned.” Alleria, as the eldest sister, shook her head and rejected her sister's proposal, and gave her a warning look.

“Wait a minute!” Before leaving, Uther suddenly climbed up the totem pole with agility, and in the astonished eyes of the three sisters, he pulled out a cross like a necklace from the six-winged human figure above the totem pole.

Uther had already noticed this cross. It might be a powerful holy light equipment! Or rather, it was the embodiment of the holy light itself!

Since he was leaving, he certainly wanted to take it with him. He wouldn't turn a blind eye to this easily accessible equipment because of some nonsense.

Of course, he was also mentally prepared for some accidents and changes after taking this equipment, and the situation would become worse. So as soon as he landed, he immediately gestured to the three sisters to run quickly.

The three sisters took Uther back into stealth mode and sneaked out along the way they came, avoiding the orcs.

During this period, Alleria, as the eldest sister, vaguely felt a gaze watching them, but when she looked back, she saw only a void.

But her heart couldn't help but tighten, and she didn't completely breathe a sigh of relief until they successfully left the orcish camp and even returned to the human camp. She felt that the gaze had disappeared.

…

Orcish camp.

Center.

“Are you really just going to let them leave like that, High Priestess?” An orcish shaman who was responsible for using the elements to monitor the entire camp asked Helder.

“It doesn't matter, losing is for gaining. Just treat it as a little bit of interest paid for future gains.” Helder withdrew her gaze, not caring about Uther's departure. Or rather, his departure was part of her plan.

“But he took the Holy Light Cross!” The orcish shaman was a little dissatisfied. That was a powerful holy light equipment that could be called a divine artifact. Although he didn't cultivate holy light energy, it didn't mean that he was indifferent to the loss of a divine artifact.

“Just a fragment of a Holy Light Naaru. He needs it, and we need him to need it.” Helder lowered her eyes.

…

The war between the orcs and humans lasted for a whole day, and both sides only called a truce when night fell.

It wasn't until everything was arranged properly that Archbishop Alonsus and Lobivia finally met Uther in the Holy Light Cathedral of Stratholme.

After a brief greeting, Alonsus and the others calmed down and listened to the information that Uther and the three elven sisters had learned and forced out in the orcish camp.

“As expected, it's from Outland.” After listening to the four people's report, Archmage Lobivia's mood suddenly became heavy.

Outland invasion.

This was a disaster that was enough to make all the races on this planet change color. The last two Outland invasions, one was the Burning Legion led by the Dark Titan. After this disaster, the land of this planet was divided into several pieces, and the once prosperous elves suffered heavy losses because of this.

The hidden dangers caused by it ten thousand years ago have not yet been completely calmed down. In particular, the Burning Legion is still outside the planet's barrier, preparing for the next invasion.

And because of that change, the fragile space from time to time has demons from the void mixed in, so that the human elves have to arrange guardians to clear them.

The second time was Tyrant King Bakar. No one knew where he came from, but the Guardian Dragons and long-lived species such as elves knew very well that Tyrant King was not a native of this planet.

He almost violently built a powerful empire, and even almost united the races, making them servants and slaves.

Unfortunately, the desperate resistance of the various races made his rule precarious, and eventually fell short. As he was sealed, the once prosperous Dragon Empire also disappeared.

Will the third time bring catastrophic changes to this planet, and even to all the races living on it, like the first two times?

Especially this time, it seems that the cause is because their elves banished a certain evil dragon to the void Outland.

The homeland of those orcs has been plagued by that evil dragon for thousands of years. In the end, the entire planet was inevitably polluted.

Lobivia shook his head. This news was very important, and he had to pass it back as soon as possible. His Majesty Anastarian of Quel'Thalas was still waiting for his news.

In the following time, everything seemed to return to the previous state, those orcs were busy dispersing to all sides, and Stratholme was replenishing and gathering more strength.

Just after the soldiers lost in the previous war were replenished, Alonsus in the church heard bad news that made him feel cold all over.

An unknown plague has occurred in Stratholme.