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

Above the ancient land devastated by war, thick smoke spread like ink, covering the sky and making the originally blue sky dark and gloomy, as if doomsday had come.

The sunlight tried its best to penetrate the thick haze, but it was never successful, unable to bring even a glimmer of light to this tragic battlefield.

Kael'thas Sunstrider, the noble and proud high elf leader, stood tall in front of the battle formation, his long golden hair fluttering in the wind, his deep eyes flashing with determination, his tightly pursed lips revealing a firm will.

Sylvanas Windrunner and Alleria Windrunner beside him were equally heroic. Their beautiful faces were filled with determination and indomitable spirit. They held longbows tightly in their hands with the bowstrings taut, ready to shoot a fatal arrow at any time.

The high elf troops were lined up in front of the battle formation in neat and uniform formations, and the armor they wore shone with brilliant magical light, like the bright stars in the night sky.

The exquisite bows and magic wands in their hands further demonstrate their powerful strength.

However, faced with the orc army that was surging like a tide, these well-equipped and well-trained warriors still faced unprecedented pressure.

The orcs roared loudly and waved their huge axes and sharp claws wildly.

Each of their charges was like a landslide or tsunami, accompanied by a deafening roar that made the ground beneath their feet tremble.

It seemed as if the whole world was trembling under their roar, and this land was about to be ruthlessly torn into pieces by them.

Although the High Elves have always been famous for their superb archery and powerful magic, in the face of the overwhelming numbers of the orcs, even the most brave and fearless warriors gradually felt powerless.

The originally solid defense line began to show cracks under the fierce attack of the orcs, and it was shaky and seemed likely to collapse completely at any time.

But the high elves did not give up resistance. They gritted their teeth and used their last bit of strength to hold their positions, vowing to live and die with this homeland.

At this critical moment of life and death, on the distant horizon, a human coalition army appeared like the first ray of sunshine at dawn, penetrating the darkness and bringing hope.

Their flags fluttered in the wind, and leading them was none other than the prince of Lordaeron, High Lord of Dagger Ridge - Varian Wrynn.

He rode a silver Pegasus, wore silver armor, and had a determined light in his eyes that seemed to be able to dispel all darkness.

This silver Pegasus is extremely fast, and it is the silver Pegasus from the Barrier Race.

This large-scale and majestic human coalition is advancing towards the battlefield at a very fast speed. Their lineup is luxurious, and there are many eye-catching elite forces among them.

The first thing that caught my eye was the majestic Griffin Knights, who rode their huge and ferocious Griffins, soaring through the sky like the overlords of the sky. These brave and fearless Griffin Knights were ready to cast spells, ready to launch deadly arcane energy balls at the enemy at any time.

Following closely behind was a group of skilled archers, each of them with sharp eyes and agile movements. The longbows in their hands were like deadly weapons, and every vibration of the bowstring meant that an accurate arrow whizzed out and took the enemy's head.

Look at the neatly arranged phalanx of musketeers, they are well-equipped, their muskets flashing coldly. With the deafening sound of gunfire, dense bullets are fired at the enemy like raindrops, forming an insurmountable firepower network.

In addition, there are hundreds of powerful mortars standing in the rear. They are like steel monsters. Whenever the muzzles spew out fire and smoke, the huge shells will smash into the enemy camp with the power of destroying everything, setting off a bloody storm.

What was even more eye-catching was the dozen or so goblin bombers hovering in the air. These aircraft, built by the clever goblins, carried a large number of bombs and were able to cause devastating damage to ground targets.

In addition to the powerful arms mentioned above, there are also several majestic generals standing in the coalition forces.

They are the paladins of the newly formed Knights of the Silver Hand - Gavinrad, Gryan Stoutmantle, Karen and Marcus. As the first generation of paladins, they not only have extraordinary combat skills, but also have unswerving faith and courage.

At this moment, Varian led his troops and swept in like a violent storm. Their appearance was like a fresh spring breeze, instantly blowing away the despair that had been lingering in the hearts of the high elf warriors for a long time.

The human soldiers were well-trained and disciplined. They cooperated with each other perfectly and acted in an orderly manner. In the process of fighting side by side with the high elves, they showed a high degree of tacit understanding and trust between each other.

Varian himself was the first to lead the charge. He rode a Pegasus in the air, waving his staff of lightning. Wherever he went, there were chain lightning, snowstorms, continuous fireballs and other magic.

The paladins, wearing heavy armor and holding giant swords and shields shining with holy light, fearlessly took the lead, leading the high-spirited human soldiers behind them like a surging tide, rushing straight into the chaotic and murderous battle formation with an overwhelming force, and were unstoppable.

Orcs and ogres fell one after another, and no one could stop the human coalition's advance. His heroic figure of marching forward greatly inspired the fighting spirit of his own soldiers and boosted the morale of the entire coalition.

Under Varian's wise leadership, the coalition forces, which were originally at a disadvantage, began to gradually turn the tide of the war.

The magicians of the high elves were also able to cast more powerful spells. For a moment, all kinds of colorful magical lights intertwined together, illuminating the entire battlefield.

At the same time, the flying arrows poured down like a sudden rainstorm in the dense forest, smashing heavily into the orc troops and causing heavy casualties to the other side.

As for the orcs, faced with the sudden reinforcements, their offensive began to become chaotic and their morale was extremely low.

Finally, with the joint efforts of Varian and the high elves, the orcs were completely defeated. The smoke on the battlefield gradually dissipated, leaving only the gasps of the victors and the wails of the defeated.

Kael'thas and Sylvanas looked at the heroic rescuer, their eyes filled with gratitude and respect.

They knew that it was Varian's timely appearance that saved the high elves from danger and brought new hope to the continent.