Crossing Azeroth, starting with the Heroes of Might and Magic system

Quel'Thalas, a vast, historic and picturesque land, has always been immersed in a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

However, one day, a devastating disaster struck without warning, completely shattering this tranquility in an instant.

The combined army of orcs and Amani trolls was like a thick dark cloud covering the sky and the sun, surging in from two completely different directions with overwhelming force.

They were aggressive and murderous, and their clear target was the villages on the outskirts of Quel'Thalas, the warm home where the high elves depended for survival.

When the first wisp of thick smoke, symbolizing war and destruction, rose up, Sylvanas Windrunner happened to be standing on higher ground near the village with her sister Alleria and her sister Vereesa.

The three sisters stared intently at the endless darkness that was approaching in the distance, their eyes filled with endless attachment to their beautiful homeland and the firm and courageous determination to face the upcoming fierce battle.

Accompanied by the deafening roar of the orcs and the terrifying roar of the Amani trolls, it came from far and near, as if the whole earth was shaking.

Led by the three Sylvanas sisters, the high elf soldiers moved as swiftly as the wind. In the blink of an eye, they had gathered in an orderly manner behind the village's solid fortifications.

In their hands, they were holding long swords that were shining with dazzling light, their bowstrings were as taut as the full moon, and their arrows were ready to be shot; and those magic wands that exuded mysterious magic power seemed to be whispering ancient spells, ready to release earth-shattering energy at any time.

Fighting spirit burned in the eyes of every soldier, for they knew that the upcoming battle would determine the survival of their race.

But the reality was even more cruel than expected. The orcs and trolls formed a coalition army, whose ferocity and cunningness far exceeded everyone's imagination.

The orc warriors, each clad in indestructible heavy armor, were like a moving fortress, wielding in their hands extremely sharp axes that shone with cold light, like a surging torrent of steel, violently attacking the elves' carefully constructed defense line with overwhelming force.

The Amani trolls, with their tall and majestic bodies and innate amazing strength, rampaged and rushed across the bloody battlefield. Wherever they went, dust flew and screams were heard, bringing unprecedented pressure to the elven soldiers who were already in a difficult situation.

Although the three sisters of Sylvanas always charged forward without fear, they showed extraordinary archery skills, and every time they shot an arrow, an enemy fell to the ground; at the same time, the magic skills displayed by the high elf soldiers were also powerful, and colorful lights bloomed on the battlefield, successfully repelling the invading enemies time and time again.

But the enemy was too numerous to count, and they kept coming in droves like a tide, and new reinforcements were added to the battle from time to time.

Even though the high elf soldiers were brave and fearless and fought bravely, they gradually began to feel overwhelmed by the huge disparity in power between the enemy and us.

Sweat soaked their clothes and fatigue eroded their will, but even so, they still gritted their teeth and persisted, without any intention of retreating, vowing to use their lives to protect their homes and loved ones behind them.

During a fierce battle, the orc warriors suddenly launched a fierce charge. Their battle axes swept in like a storm, instantly breaking the elves' line of defense.

At the same time, the Amani trolls took the opportunity to launch an attack from the flank, waving their spears and clubs on the battlefield, causing great damage.

Seeing this, the three Sylvanas sisters immediately organized a counterattack. However, due to the fierce enemy attack and the increasing casualties of the elven soldiers, their resistance gradually became difficult.

After repeated battles, the elves began to lose ground. They were forced to abandon part of the village and retreat behind more solid fortifications.

Faced with the sudden enemy, the high elves did not retreat. Under the leadership of Sylvanas Windrunner and her three sisters, they quickly organized a counterattack.

Sylvanas, the brave ranger leader, holds a longbow shining with magic light. Her arrows cut through the sky like lightning, accurately hitting one enemy after another. Her figure shuttles across the battlefield and becomes a beacon in the hearts of the elven soldiers.

At the same time, Sylvanas's sister Alleria also showed extraordinary combat skills. She is also an excellent ranger, and her archery skills are comparable to Sylvanas. In battle, she not only accurately shoots the enemy, but also cleverly uses the terrain and obstacles to create a favorable combat environment for the elven soldiers.

Sylvanas's sister, Vereesa, was young but equally brave. She fought bravely on the battlefield with two swords in hand, setting an example for her sister and the soldiers. Her presence boosted the morale of the elven soldiers, and they were more determined to fight.

Led by the three sisters Sylvanas, the high elf soldiers showed amazing courage and fighting power. They used bows, magic and melee weapons to fight the orcs and trolls to death. On the battlefield, arrows fell like raindrops, magic lights flickered, and the collision of melee weapons was deafening.

Although the three sisters of Sylvanas led the brave and fearless high elf soldiers to fight against the fierce enemy in a thrilling and arduous battle, they used all their skills and strength to resist the joint attack of the orcs and Amani trolls that surged like a tide. However, the reality was cruel and ruthless. No matter how tenaciously they resisted, they could not stop this powerful and fierce force.

As night slowly fell, the thick, seemingly impenetrable darkness was like a huge black curtain, tightly covering the peaceful villages outside Quel'Thalas. The villages that were once full of laughter and vitality were now in a dead silence, with only a few miserable cries occasionally breaking this heart-pounding silence.

The high elves stood far away, filled with grief and despair. Their eyes were wide open, burning with anger and unwillingness, but they could only watch the barbaric and brutal enemies trample their beautiful homes and ruthlessly destroy the exquisite houses, solemn temples and lush orchards. The raging fire soared into the sky, illuminating half of the night sky, and the billowing smoke filled the air, making it almost impossible to breathe. The once dreamlike Quel'Thalas has now become a ruin, with broken walls, scorched earth and black gravel everywhere, and the devastation is unbearable to watch.