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After the battle broke out on the front lines of Ashburn Village, the leaders of the alliance immediately decided to send troops to reinforce the area while having Dalaran fly towards Stratholme. After Gilneas was pacified, additional troops could directly reach Dalaran through the teleportation array in Los Angeles, ensuring that neither front was delayed.

Aiden teleported back to Los Angeles at top speed. The intelligence department handed him an urgent war report: The Lich King Dar'Khan and the Death Knight Broxigar had appeared within the Scourge forces of Gilneas!

"No Archimonde!" Aiden immediately realized this could be a breakthrough. Severely damaging the Lich King would be equivalent to severing the Burning Legion's left and right arms!

"Kael, Syndra, Kassadin, Karthus, Ezreal, Ophiel, Pamyel, Thresh!" He called out these names one by one, "We'll depart immediately! Use Syndra's flying fortress to reach the battlefield as quickly as possible!"

Syndra had a flying fortress, but it wasn't the kind of giant fortress used by the Scourge that could easily carry thousands or even tens of thousands of soldiers. Instead, it was a temple – the temple where she grew up, where her mentor taught her and restricted her magical energy.

She killed her master in this temple, freeing herself from the long-standing shackles. Using her immense power, she uprooted the temple and transformed it into her own flying fortress.

This temple wasn't too big or too small, capable of carrying about a hundred people. However, that would inevitably affect its speed. Aiden and these heroes entered Syndra's fortress, and the Dark Sovereign used her powerful energy to control it, rapidly heading west.

While Grom and Broxigar were engaged in fierce battle, Dathrohan, not far away, was already at a complete disadvantage. He was undoubtedly a powerful paladin, but he still seemed somewhat weak in the face of the even more powerful dreadlord. Even though Dathrohan tried his best, he was still faltering under Mal'Ganis's attacks, appearing extremely disheveled.

"Holy Light!" He continuously called upon the power of the Holy Light to strengthen his weapon and cast defensive divine spells.

"I'm tired of playing; it's time for a new toy." Mal'Ganis looked relaxed, clearly still having plenty of energy. This paladin had fought him for so long, and now the dreadlord's patience had run out, and he was preparing to directly eliminate his opponent.

Mal'Ganis suddenly summoned a ball of sinister shadow energy, which quickly dispersed, transforming into countless densely packed evil insects that swarmed towards the exhausted Dathrohan.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz," Dathrohan's ears were filled with this unpleasant noise. These insects and venomous bees carried a peculiar mental energy, making him feel even more fatigued.

He swung his greatsword, and some of the dark insects were ignited by holy fire, but more of them swarmed over. They crawled into his body along the gaps in his armor, their sharp forelimbs and fangs tearing open his skin, sucking his blood while burrowing into his muscles.

Dathrohan let out a heart-wrenching scream, and the sword fell from his hand. He knelt on the ground, desperately scratching his body with both hands.

Mal'Ganis strode forward and mocked, "Let me end your pain!" He raised his claws, slashing towards the opponent's fragile, unprotected throat.

But at this moment, two feral wolf spirits suddenly pounced over, one biting his leg and the other biting his arm.

"Who is it!" Mal'Ganis cried out in pain. He shook off the wolf spirits, but a piece of flesh had already been torn from his arm, and green blood was spurting out.

"Me!" An orc riding a giant wolf charged over. He was wearing a suit of black plate armor, his figure was tall and straight, he held a huge stone hammer in his hand, and two black braids swayed on his chest as the giant wolf ran.

Thrall, the Orc Warchief, rushed forward. He waved his hand and released a wave of green energy, healing Dathrohan's body from the bites of the dark insects.

He reached out and helped the paladin up, asking in a deep voice, "How are you? Can you walk?"

Dathrohan's lips moved, but he couldn't say anything. The wave of green energy had not only healed his body but also killed the dark insects. However, it wasn't his paladin brothers behind him who had saved him, but an orc.

Last year, he had led the army to fight against the tribe led by this orc warchief. Now, even though he was compelled by the Alliance's orders to fight alongside the orcs to resist the Burning Legion, Dathrohan still believed in his heart that they were different and would eventually turn against each other.

But Thrall had saved his life!

Last year, he had deeply misunderstood the actions of Tirion Fordring, his good brother in the Order of the Silver Hand, and even considered it a betrayal of the Holy Light and the Alliance.

Now, he was beginning to understand the friendship between Fordring and the old orc Eitrigg.

He had been so narrow-minded before, simply because he had never been saved by an orc.

Dathrohan smiled self-deprecatingly, picked up his greatsword, and saluted the orc warchief, "Thank you. I can still fight!"

"Then let's fight side by side!" Thrall said.

"Fight side by side!" Dathrohan nodded.

The front line of Ashburn Village had completely turned into a meat grinder. Half an hour into the battle, the Alliance forces were steadily retreating in the face of the Scourge's absolute numerical advantage. The heavily damaged cavalry had already retreated. The warriors were relying on defensive fortifications to resist the Scourge's wave after wave of attacks.

Queen Tess also went to the front lines, although she didn't directly fight, she believed that she should at least stand under the flag of Gilneas, showing solidarity with the soldiers of Gilneas.

General Darius, Lord Godfrey, Walden, and Ashbury were all commanding the soldiers to fight back. The pressure on the defensive line was increasing, and they even had to personally join the battle in critical situations.

The first line of defense was already becoming difficult to hold. But they couldn't retreat yet. This defensive line not only contained the Gilnean Legion, but also the armies of Lordaeron, Stormwind, Stromgarde, and even the Orcs. They had to be completely coordinated before they could retreat. Otherwise, unauthorized retreats would definitely cause great losses to friendly forces.

At this moment, they were fighting bloody battles, but the pressure in front of them seemed to be slightly less than before. Darius was somewhat puzzled. The Scourge army still seemed boundless, and even though the battlefield was covered with corpses, their numbers didn't seem to decrease at all. The intensity of the attacks shouldn't have weakened either.

However, he soon found the answer to his question.

A death knight riding a skeletal warhorse slowly walked to the front of the battle. Underneath the black helmet was a face that Godfrey and the others were extremely familiar with.

"You are fighting against the king you swore allegiance to. You are all traitors!" Genn on the skeletal horse loudly accused Darius.

The Gilnean soldiers behind the fortifications were in an uproar. This was their former king – Genn Greymane!

Genn raised his sword and pointed at Walden and Ashbury, rebuking, "You two shameful kingslayers, treacherous subjects! Come, face me!"

Genn shouted loudly, "Come up here and confront me face to face! Traitors!"

Walden knew that this day would come sooner or later. During the last battle at Icecrown Citadel, the undead army of Gilneas showed signs of activity, and scouts vaguely saw the figure of King Genn among these Gilnean Scourge. They even thought it was an illusion, because long ago they had been told that Genn had been assassinated by the Scourge and then killed in a dreadlord's conspiracy, leaving no remains.

But wasn't this death knight their former king?

And the "kingslayers" that Genn was talking about, wasn't he referring to Generals Walden and Ashbury? They were shocked and suspicious of this news.

Ashbury, the one who directly assassinated Genn, instead felt at ease and stepped forward to answer, "Genn, look at the ghastly state you're in now. When you were alive, I was ashamed of you; after you died, Gilneas was also ashamed of you!"

"A kingslayer, a oathbreaker, can also say such high-sounding words. How ridiculous!" Genn mocked loudly, "You would betray me for the Alliance, so who are you prepared to betray my daughter for?"

Genn looked at Queen Tess under the flag of Gilneas and shouted loudly, "My daughter, these people conspired to kill me under the Alliance's plan, so how did they deceive you?"

"Father!" Tears welled up in Tess's eyes. This scene was tearing her heart apart.

Genn beckoned to her, "Come, come to my side! Let us reunite! This world is destined to be destroyed, only by joining the Burning Legion can we…"

"Bang!" A gunshot broke the eerie scene. King Genn didn't finish his sentence before falling backward. A hole the size of a little finger appeared on his forehead, but there was a wound the size of a small bowl on the back of his head. Grayish-black brain tissue mixed with black blood flowed out along the cracks in the helmet.

Such injuries were fatal even for a death knight. Genn died just like that.

The undead army around Genn was in an uproar and fell into chaos.

Not far away, Lorna Crowley raised her gun, a look of disdain on her pretty face, and snorted, "Why talk so much nonsense? A bullet will do the trick." She casually tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. The red rose pinned to her hairline looked so delicate and alluring.

Her graceful figure was as dazzling as that flower in the Gilnean army, but the soldiers next to her broke out in a cold sweat.

King Genn, who had been so arrogant just now, had died so uselessly. He died from a cheap bullet.

"This gun is really good!" Lorna "smacked" a kiss on the still-warm barrel. This was a new type of weapon she had recently obtained from the Valoran Federation. It was said to have come from the hometown of His Excellency, Chancellor Aiden. Compared to her previous double-barreled shotgun, this sniper rifle was simply too much better! It had a longer range, more power, and a scope, making it extremely accurate!

Without a doubt, she had fallen in love with this gun!

The two fat and strong Gilnean hounds beside her also "woofed" twice in agreement.

Her father glanced at her. Darius felt both gratified and worried: Like father, like daughter. His daughter had inherited his bravery and decisiveness, but who would dare to marry her in the future?

King Genn's death was a relatively important interlude on the battlefield. The defensive pressure on the Gilnean army was greatly reduced.

However, after seeing that the Scourge was unable to break through after a long time, the Lich King Dar'Khan began to frown: Now that his master Archimonde had entrusted him with such an important task, how could he encounter difficulties in the first step?

So, he decided to take action himself!

Before merging with Ner'zhul, Dar'Khan was the most powerful mage among the High Elves, and after merging, his power increased exponentially. It was unimaginably powerful. In the last Battle of the Sunwell, if almost all the archmages of Dalaran hadn't been besieging him, and if there hadn't been heroes like "The Evil Little Mage" Veigar and "The Lady of Luminosity" Lux, whose powers somewhat restrained him, he could have taken on ten enemies without any problem. In fact, if the Lich King Arthas hadn't been defeated and fled first, he would still have been able to handle Antonidas, Drenden, Modera, Krasus, Veigar, Lux, Jaina, and a dozen other archmages with ease.

But after Arthas fled, those who had originally besieged him turned to besiege Dar'Khan, which led to him having to flee as well.

Now, there was no one here who could stop him. As long as he was willing, he could kill anyone here!

"Our advance is a bit slow, Varimathras," Dar'Khan said to the dreadlord beside him.

"So, it's the perfect time for you to show your might, Lich King," Varimathras said. As a dreadlord, the race that followed the Burning Legion the earliest, even though Varimathras's power was not as great as Dar'Khan's, he felt that he didn't need to be humble to the other party.

Dar'Khan looked down on the dreadlords even more. Even their commander had been beaten to the point of soul destruction by the enemy. These bat-winged guys were only good at playing underhanded schemes.

"Come with me, Varimathras."

The Lich King decided to show his ally his power. He cast an invisibility spell and first flew towards the Gilnean army. After revealing his figure, he pointed his hand, and General Darius, who was leading the army to charge into the chaotic Scourge in front of him, was grabbed from afar.

The Gilnean army was immediately thrown into chaos. When Lorna saw her father being captured, she immediately raised her sniper rifle and aimed at Dar'Khan, "Bang," the gunshot rang out. The bullet flew faster than the sound to Dar'Khan. With a "puff," the magic shield in front of Dar'Khan rippled, but the bullet could not penetrate, and it fell down after losing its kinetic energy.

"So easy!"

Dar'Khan mocked. He ignored the others and did not immediately kill Darius. He just grabbed the other party from afar, hid himself again, and dragged his prey to other places. The Gilnean army behind him also fell into chaos.

Varimathras followed closely, understanding some of the other party's thoughts.

Dar'Khan's second target was the Stromgarde army next to the Gilnean army. King Thoras Trollbane was already gray-haired. His two sons were already adults, and he was no longer young, but Thoras's body was still strong, and his combat skills were still so skilled. He held the sacred sword passed down from the Trollbane royal family and carried a shield, charging left and right in the enemy ranks, killing countless Scourge.

His two sons, Galen and Danath(adoptive), were closely following him, blocking attacks from the flanks.

However, at this moment, Dar'Khan had already flown over. He used the same method, grabbing Thoras in mid-air. Thoras only felt as if an invisible hand was choking his throat, making it difficult to breathe.

"Father!" Galen and Danath shouted in panic. They had not expected such a sudden disaster. Just now, they were still fighting fiercely on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, their father was grabbed by an invisible hand!

"So powerless!"

Dar'Khan issued the same mockery. Still like just now, he rushed to the third line of defense.

On the Stormwind line, because Grom was still fighting Broxigar fiercely. Both of them were covered in wounds, but they were still fighting to the death. No one knew which one would fall under the other's axe first. Varian was originally prepared to help, but he tried it and gave up. These two orcs had already gone berserk, and approaching their combat circle was an extremely dangerous thing, let alone joining in.

However, it was precisely because of this that the Scourge army attacking here did not have a strong vanguard, which made the Stormwind defense line respond very easily.

Varian changed to a greatsword and slashed and killed in the enemy ranks. The corner of his eye was always paying attention to the battle on Grom's side. This orc had saved his life, but more than ten years ago, it was a group of the same orcs who caused his country to be destroyed. His heart was therefore very contradictory, and his thoughts were chaotic, so he could only numb himself with fierce battles.

"Your Majesty, there is news from the Gilneas line…" A royal guard rushed up in a hurry, but he didn't even finish speaking. Varian, like the previous two people, was choked by an irresistible invisible force and grabbed into the air.

"Your Majesty!"

"King!" Reginald and the surrounding soldiers were shocked. The messenger just now was even more terrified. He was just about to report to Varian that the Lich King Dar'Khan had taken action and captured General Darius, reminding the king to be careful. However, before he could finish speaking, Varian was really captured! And above, there was King Thoras Trollbane of Stromgarde!

Dar'Khan glanced at Broxigar and snorted, "Finish it quickly!"

After giving the order, he took Varimathras and continued forward, flying to the last line of defense.

Having received the order, Broxigar let out a roar, and his offensive became even more fierce. However, Grom was also not afraid at all, and bravely met him. The two began to fight fiercely again.

Even Mal'Ganis, the dreadlord, was a very powerful existence among the Nathrezim clan. However, under the siege of the strongest shaman in history plus one of the strongest paladins of today, he was completely unable to fight back. Even Thrall alone could defeat him!

Mal'Ganis loudly summoned his brethren. If he couldn't fly, he would have been beaten to death by these two heroes long ago! But even if he could fly, that orc plate-armored shaman could still release lightning bolts to attack him!

Mal'Ganis's body was wounded in many places, and he looked embarrassed. Three Nathrezim demons had already died for him in this battle. He was already seriously considering whether to leave first.

"No, I can't beat them, retreat!" Mal'Ganis hurriedly flew further away and summoned his brothers to retreat as well.

Thrall and Dathrohan were preparing to take advantage of the victory and pursue, when a paladin hurriedly rushed up and shouted loudly: "Commander, we have just received emergency information from the Gilneas line and the Stromgarde line—the Lich King Dar'Khan has taken action! He has captured General Darius and King Thoras, and is continuing to come towards us!"