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

In the war-torn land of Quel'Thalas, Prince Varian Wrynn led a coalition of elites, like an unstoppable torrent, rushing towards the orc army that was ravaging the earth.

The sunlight shone obliquely on the armor of the griffin riders, which was shining with blue light. They flapped their wings and flew high, as dazzling as the sun in the sky. Every time the griffin swooped down, it brought the arcane energy balls of the priests on its back, knocking the orc warriors below into pieces.

The Griffin Knights displayed amazing mobility in the air, opening up safe passages for ground troops.

The champion knights following closely behind are the symbols of human courage. They are clad in heavy armor and hold swords and shields, forming an indestructible line of defense.

Led by Gavinrad and other awe-inspiring paladins, a group of champion knights dressed in silver-white armor and holding sharp spears were like a surging torrent of steel. They launched a fierce charge towards the enemy with an indomitable and fearless attitude.

All they saw was the neighing of their horses and the sound of their hooves was deafening, as if the earth was shaking.

Each charge of the cavalry was accompanied by the collision of metal and the flying of sparks. The extremely brave orcs seemed vulnerable to the overwhelming attack of the champion knights, and they wailed in pain and fell down in groups like harvested wheat.

These paladins used their courage and strength to demonstrate their commitment to justice and glory. They shuttled through the smoke of war, like the god of war descending to the earth, bringing the dawn of victory wherever they went.

While the battle was going on fiercely in the front, the sharpshooters and musketeers at the rear did not slack off at all. They were focused and their eyes were as sharp as hawks, staring at the enemy in the distance.

These well-trained soldiers, with their superb shooting skills and keen battlefield insight, have become the most solid and reliable backing for the front-line troops.

The sharpshooters were skilled and graceful, pulling the bowstring and releasing the arrows in one go. The sharp arrows cut through the sky like dense raindrops, and with the sound of sharp wind, they accurately penetrated the orcs' defenses.

Each arrow was like a bolt of death lightning, mercilessly taking the enemy's life. The musketeers loaded their ammunition, aimed and fired in an orderly manner. The muskets in their hands continuously spewed out strings of hot bullets, forming a fire net that enveloped the orcs who tried to break through the defense line.

Amid the flickering fire, one could hear the dull sounds of gunfire and the desperate screams of the orcs before they died, interweaving together to create a bloody melody.

It was precisely because of the perfect coordination between the sharpshooters and musketeers and their powerful firepower output that the coalition forces were able to hold their front lines firmly and inflict a fatal blow on the enemy.

The long-range weapons in their hands were like the iron fists of the coalition forces, smashing hard on the orcs, leaving them unable to fight back.

Facing such a powerful enemy, the orcs were extremely brave, but under the methodical attack of the coalition forces, they gradually fell into a passive position. Their offensive began to become chaotic and their morale also declined.

Seeing this, Varian immediately commanded the coalition forces to launch a general attack. The Griffin Knights descended from the sky again, followed closely by the Champion Knights. The firepower of the Archers and Musketeers became even more intense, and the entire battlefield seemed to be enveloped by an irresistible force.

In this decisive battle, Varian showed outstanding command ability and extraordinary courage. He personally led the coalition forces, breaking through the orcs' defenses again and again, and pushing the enemy back further.

Finally, with the joint efforts of the coalition forces, the orc army was completely defeated. They fled in all directions and could no longer organize an effective counterattack.

When the smoke cleared, all that remained on the battlefield were the cheers of the victors and the ruins left by the orcs. Varian stood on a high place, looking at the land stained with blood, feeling both the joy of victory and mourning for the victims.

He knew that the victory of this battle belonged not only to the human coalition, but also to every high elf who fought bravely to defend their homeland. And this day would also become an important turning point in the history of the war between humans, high elves and orcs.

Under the skies of Quel'Thalas, this decisive battle finally came to an end. The orc legions, warriors who once prided themselves on their bravery and strength, now slowly retreated from the battlefield with a deep sense of defeat.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the tired and heavy footsteps of the orc warriors, and their eyes revealed unprecedented loss and helplessness.

Thinking back to the beginning, that momentum was like a surging torrent, unstoppable; that fighting spirit was like a blazing flame, hot and wild.

However, at this moment, all of this was like fragile sand sculptures, crumbling and turning into ashes in the face of the tenacious resistance and extraordinary skills of the human coalition and the high elves.

The vast battlefield was in ruins, with broken weapons scattered everywhere and blood staining the ground in a shocking way.

The orcs' figures gradually faded away, but what they left behind were not only these cold remains, but also the pain and endless regrets deep in their hearts that could not be expressed in words.

Those warriors who were once full of confidence can now only drag their exhausted bodies and slowly leave with frustration and loss on their faces.

Every step they took seemed to be treading on painful memories, making their hearts heavier. This war was undoubtedly a painful lesson for the orcs, and also an indelible memory of shame.

During the retreat, the orc warriors quietly sorted out their equipment and supported their injured companions. Their hearts were filled with desire for victory, but reality forced them to face the cruelty of failure.

Although the order to retreat had been given, many orcs were still looking back at the land they once tried to conquer, with reluctance and anger in their eyes.

The human coalition and the high elves stood on the high ground, quietly watching the orc army leave. They did not pursue, and there was no pride of victory on their faces, only a desire for peace and tranquility.

The elves knew that victory in this war was not the end, but the beginning of new challenges. They must continue to work hard to protect this beautiful homeland and prevent similar disasters from happening again.

As the orc army gradually retreated, peace returned to Quel'Thalas. However, the shadow of this battle will remain in everyone's heart for a long time.

For the orcs, this was a profound lesson that made them realize their own shortcomings and limitations; for the high elves, this was a victory that made them more determined to defend their homeland.

In the days ahead, both the orcs and the high elves will learn lessons and strength from this battle. They will move towards an unknown tomorrow with more determined steps and meet new challenges and opportunities.