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

In a village outside Quel'Thalas, a bloody battle had just ended. The coalition forces of orcs and Amani trolls, relying on their powerful force and unyielding will, finally conquered the village outside the High Elf Kingdom.

These villages were once peaceful places where the high elves lived and multiplied, but now they are devastated, and the traces of war are deeply imprinted on this land.

In the ruins of the village, the orc leader Orgrim Doomhammer stood side by side with Zul'jin, the leader of the Amani trolls.

Their eyes gleamed with victory, but also revealed a hint of fatigue and caution. Although the victory of this battle was important, the real challenge was still ahead - the heart of Quel'Thalas, the magnificent city shining with silver light - Silvermoon City.

"Zul'jin, my brother," Orgrim said in a deep and powerful voice, "We have proven our strength. The outlying villages of Quel'Thalas have fallen into our hands. But the real battle has just begun. Silvermoon City is our ultimate goal."

Zul'jin nodded, a cruel smile on his face: "Orgrim, you are right. The arrogance and hubris of the high elves have cost them a price, but the power within Silvermoon City should not be underestimated. We must act with caution and formulate a careful plan."

The two leaders began to discuss the strategy of attacking Silvermoon City. Orgrim proposed to use the orc warriors as the vanguard, their bravery and tenacity could break through the elves' defenses.

Zul'jin suggested that the trolls use their tall stature and powerful melee ability to create chaos on the battlefield and create opportunities for the orcs to attack.

"We also need to be careful about the magical power within Silvermoon City," Orgrim added. "The high elves are good at using magic, so we must be prepared. Perhaps we can find some allies or items that can resist magic."

The two leaders continued to discuss in depth, and their plan gradually took shape. Although the road ahead was full of unknowns and dangers, they firmly believed that as long as they united as one, nothing could stop them from moving forward.

As night fell, the combined forces of orcs and trolls set up camp in the ruins to rest and gather strength for the upcoming war.

The high elves in Silvermoon City felt an unprecedented crisis in this peaceful night. They knew that the real battle was coming, and this battle would determine the fate of Quel'Thalas.

Under the sky of Quel'Thalas, a full moon hangs high in the sky, and its silver light shines all over the earth, covering this land with a veil of mystery and tranquility.

However, this tranquility did not last long. With the sound of deafening war drums and the roar of wild beasts, the coalition forces of orcs and Amani trolls rushed in like a black torrent, heading straight for Silvermoon City, the holy land of the high elves.

The coalition forces were in high spirits. The orcs were wielding sharp axes and the trolls were holding high huge clubs. Their eyes were filled with desire for victory and greed for unknown wealth.

However, when they arrived at the outskirts of Silvermoon City, they encountered an unexpected obstacle - a magical barrier shining with bright light. It was like a huge transparent dome, protecting Silvermoon City firmly inside.

As the army continued to advance, they finally arrived at the outskirts of Quel'Thalas. The scene before them shocked them - a layer of magical barrier gleaming with dazzling light stood before them like an indestructible wall, isolating Quel'Thalas from the outside world.

This barrier not only exudes powerful magical energy, but also contains the wisdom and power passed down from generation to generation by the high elves.

This magical barrier was forged by the wisdom and hard work of the high elves over generations. It contains powerful magical energy and can resist any form of attack.

When the orcs and trolls tried to break through the barrier, their weapons collided on the barrier, creating dazzling sparks, but the barrier remained motionless, as if it were an insurmountable fortress.

The orcs brandished their sharp battle axes, trying to use brute force to break through the barrier, but their attacks were like hitting cotton, only causing ripples that then dissipated into nothingness.

The Amani trolls tried to use their huge bodies and powerful strength to hit the barrier, but they also failed to make any progress. Whenever they approached the barrier, they felt a strong repulsive force, as if countless invisible hands were pushing them away.

Faced with this insurmountable barrier, the coalition of orcs and Amani trolls was in trouble. They once thought that they could easily conquer Quel'Thalas with their powerful military force, but now they have to face this cruel reality - their power seems so small and powerless in this land.

On the other side of the barrier, the high elves were keeping a close eye on the enemy's movements. They watched the orcs and trolls' every move through magic crystals and telescopes, and were surprised and amused by their attacks and attempts.

They knew very well that this magical barrier was the last line of defense of Quel'Thalas and the guarantee of their survival.

As time went on, the combined forces of the orcs and the Amani trolls gradually realized that they could not break through this barrier with their own strength. They began to feel frustrated and desperate, and their morale declined accordingly.

Orgrim Doomhammer, the leader of the orcs, glared at the barrier with his huge hammer, but there was only a dull thud and not even a crack on the barrier. Zul'jin, the troll leader beside him, also tried many times, but also failed.

"What kind of sorcery is this?" Orgrim roared, his voice echoing in the night sky, filled with resentment and anger.

Zul'jin frowned and stared at the barrier with a thoughtful gleam in his eyes. "This is the magic barrier of the high elves. Their power should not be underestimated. We must find a way to break this barrier, otherwise we will not be able to attack Silvermoon City."

The soldiers in the coalition began to become anxious, and they cast expectant glances at the two leaders, hoping that they could find the key to break the barrier.

However, facing this powerful magical barrier, Orgrim and Zul'jin were helpless. They could only look helplessly in the direction of Silvermoon City, their hearts filled with helplessness and regret.

In this way, the coalition forces of orcs and Amani trolls wandered around the outskirts of Silvermoon City for several days, but were still unable to cross the mysterious magical barrier.

Their attack ultimately failed, and Quel'Thalas continued to maintain its peace and tranquility, as if it had never experienced the crisis.