Mannoroth

The more powerful a civilization is, the more versatile it must be. The Naaru's spacecraft can travel through the Twisting Nether and the material world. The Burning Legion, which has conquered countless worlds, will obviously not be trapped by the small Endless Sea. While the monarchs of the Eastern Kingdoms, who have not yet explored the secrets of the Twisting Nether, are still using ships and floating cities to cross the sea, Archimonde, who has conquered the entire Eastern Continent, is working with the warlocks to construct a large portal leading directly from here to Kalimdor.

Once the portal is completed, his army will be able to reach the other side instantly, unlike taking a ship, which would take at least a month or two, and they would have to face endless dangers in the sea.

The construction of the directional portal is very fast. This intercontinental portal is much simpler than the portal that Archimonde and Kil'jaeden jointly created to traverse the Twisting Nether and the material world. He can even complete it alone, and he doesn't have to worry about being harassed by anyone.

However, before it was completed, his good brother Kil'jaeden took the initiative to contact him.

The illusion of Kil'jaeden that appeared in the middle of the magic circle brought an important message.

"Archimonde, that person, Aiden, he took people to Outland!"

"Is it him?" Archimonde frowned. He had learned two days ago that the Dark Portal had been attacked by indigenous air forces. A group of people entered Outland in aircraft. However, the plane can only carry a dozen people at most, which is not enough to disrupt his plan, so he didn't pay attention to it again, but urged Kazak to let Magtheridon lead all the demons and servants to enter Azeroth as soon as possible. His goal has always been the World Tree, and only here is the focus of his attention.

However, if the person who went in was Aiden, it might be a little troublesome.

"You know his threat to us, that illusion," Kil'jaeden mentioned something. "I think this is a good opportunity to get rid of him before he grows up."

That illusion—Kil'jaeden's words reminded Archimonde of some bad memories. That was the terrifying scene they saw from the soul of Sargeras, who possessed Medivh, when his soul was banished back to the Twisting Nether.

They saw the fate of the Burning Legion, and that black-haired young man, the guy who had caused them a big trouble not long ago when he entered the Twisting Nether, was the person in the illusion.

So, when Kel'Thuzad's execution of the Lich King's plan was hindered, and he discovered that everything was because of this young man, Kil'jaeden ordered the Lich King Ner'zhul to kill Aiden at all costs. At that time, Aiden was not yet famous, and such an order made Ner'zhul and the entire Scourge a little confused. But they still carried out the order, but all efforts were unsuccessful. And Aiden is striding towards the scene in the illusion.

"Speak, what is your plan?" Archimonde asked.

"Our strength will be greatly suppressed in Azeroth, but not in Outland," Kil'jaeden revealed a meaningful smile.

After their secret conversation, Archimonde immediately stopped building the portal himself. He felt that Kil'jaeden was right, this was an opportunity.

And this anomaly was discovered by Kog'Maw, a "spy" in the Legion. He inquired from various sources and found an important piece of information, and then told it to Evelynn, the "Widowmaker" who had been in contact with him nearby. Then the news spread to Dalaran and to the ears of the Alliance.

The Valoran heroes gathered together. The latest intelligence showed that Archimonde had left the Twilight Forest where he was building the portal and was heading towards the Blasted Lands.

"Obviously, this is aimed at the commander," Swain said. "Archimonde has learned that the person who rushed into Outland is the commander, so he gave up going to Kalimdor now and chose to find the commander to make trouble. Obviously, in his mind, the commander is more important than the power of the World Tree."

"This is as it should be," Karthus said, "It is the same for us."

"Then what should we do?"

"Where is Los Angeles now?"

"Today's return journey, it is still five days away from the Fields of Justice."

Swain said: "Go and invite Archmage Antonidas immediately and tell him about this—we must go to Outland! If Archimonde decides to fight in Outland, we will be a surprise force behind the commander!"

—

Cenarius' son, Remulos, did not expect to encounter the Burning Legion's demons shortly after leaving Moonglade. He ran into a group of satyrs and abyssal demons polluting the nearby water sources and forests. There was no friendship between the two sides. When they discovered each other, they immediately started fighting without any communication.

As the most powerful son of the Forest King, Remulos was naturally not something these demon lackeys could resist. He believed that these guys were the culprits that prevented his father from waking up from the Emerald Dream, so he attacked mercilessly. He summoned the angry power of nature to attack with a wave of his hand. The demons were bound by the spreading thorns and burned to ashes by the moonlight falling from the sky.

This small team of demons was killed by him without any resistance.

But the battle here attracted more demons from nearby—since the arrival of the Destroyer Mannoroth, in just one month, Felwood Forest has almost become a demon gathering place in northern Kalimdor. Remulos had just wiped out one team when two more teams of demons rushed back, followed by more... After more than ten minutes, the demonic tide almost overwhelmed him.

When the night elf hippogryph riders sensed the sound of battle, they saw countless demons surrounding the forest guardian, his powerful hooves unable to move.

To make matters worse, another enemy even more powerful than Remulos rushed over—Mannoroth decided to take action personally and kill this reckless guy who broke into his territory!

Remulos shouted loudly, summoning a surge of angry moonlight from the sky to kill the demons, but it was useless. Looking around, there were enemies everywhere. A sinister hellhound took advantage of the cover of the demons' corpses and quietly lurked over, the tentacles on its back suddenly stabbing fiercely into Remulos's hind leg. He let out a painful groan, although he immediately stomped the despicable attacker into mincemeat, the hellhound's tentacles had just extracted much of his mana, and now he was almost covered in wounds and could no longer last long.

However, just at this moment, Remulos felt the pressure suddenly lighten a lot. Somewhat surprised, he saw the demons in front of him automatically give way, making way for a wide road. An abyssal lord much larger than the average abyssal demon was walking towards him along the road.

Remulos saw the abyssal lord clearly.

"Mannoroth!"

He could hardly believe what he was seeing. During the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago, Remulos was still relatively young, but he also participated in that war. He knew that his grandfather—Malorne, the guardian of the road—had died at the hands of Archimonde. And this Mannoroth was Archimonde's trusted adjutant, who had left a fierce reputation in the War of the Ancients.

The "Destroyer" strode forward, his expression relaxed, as if this was just a warm-up exercise.

"A scion of Cenarius?" Mannoroth looked at Remulos contemptuously, "You are as weak as your father!"

Remulos breathed heavily, both from the fatigue of the recent battle and from the anger caused by the other party's insult to his father:

"I won't allow you to insult my father!" he shouted, "I will let you see the fury of nature!"

"Coming to tickle me?" Mannoroth walked up with a double-headed long-handled weapon in his hand. His body was very strong, and his physique was much stronger than Remulos's. Both were on all fours, but his legs were short and powerful, while Remulos's legs were as slender as a stag's; and the evil energy that Mannoroth exhaled was disgusting to the living, while the natural power exuded by Remulos was the energy that plants and animals liked the most.

A large open space was left in the middle for the duel, and the other demons were watching from the safe periphery, cheering for their legion commander.

Remulos shouted and summoned a majestic beam of moonlight from the sky, smashing towards Mannoroth. Mannoroth let out a contemptuous laugh. He raised the weapon in his hand, and a ball of ghostly green evil energy shot out from the sharp blade, completely shattering the moonlight energy.

Then the second ball of energy was shot towards Remulos.

Remulos immediately used natural magic to strengthen his skin and summoned countless vines to protect himself. However, the fel light projectiles still broke through the layers of obstacles and struck him, leaving a festering wound on his abdomen.

"You are even more vulnerable than I imagined!" Mannoroth laughed. "Little brat, you should learn from your father and find your 'daddy' to help! Hahaha, that way I can complete the great deed of Archimonde—I will kill your father in front of you, just like Archimonde killed that stupid white stag back then! Now, it's your turn to feel the Burning Legion's wrath!"

Remulos retreated steadily under the Destroyer's attack. Anyone could see that the two's power was not on the same level. Remulos was extremely unwilling, but he was indeed no match for Mannoroth.

Fel energy was corroding his body, bringing intense pain and torment. He thought desperately: Could it be that I will die here today?

Just as he was unable to continue, a familiar night elf horn sound suddenly came from the south.

Cenarius had finally led the night elf warriors to arrive!

However, in order to provide rescue as quickly as possible, only the druids and nightsaber riders arrived on the battlefield first. Although they were very elite, their numbers were small, and their main force was still behind. But the Keepers of the Grove were surrounded, and they had to save them.

Cenarius could only have the sentinels blow the horn of attack. They prepared to force their way in, break up the demons, and rescue Remulos, who was surrounded!

The situation was very critical. The druids transformed into various forms: bears, owlbeasts, and panthers sprinted and charged through the demon horde. The nightsaber riders' exotic weapon, the "moon blade," ricocheted among the enemies. Archers fired arrows while running, accurately taking down one target after another.

Great Druid Cenarius displayed great power, summoning countless vines to bind the enemies in place. The sky was dim, because he had summoned a hurricane. In the lightning and thunder and howling wind, dense groups of demons fell in droves.

"Quick! Charge inside! Don't stop!" Cenarius shouted.

In the Emerald Dream, the Nightmare Lord had shown him an incredibly terrifying scene—in the future, Archimonde would lead the Burning Legion's army to attack Mount Hyjal. He climbed the World Tree and wantonly extracted Nordrassil's energy. Then, Archimonde's size became larger and larger, and his power became stronger and stronger. After that, he would destroy the entire world!

So Xavius instructed him to extract the power of the World Tree, which could both revive his son Vastan and allow Archimonde's plan to fail. He believed this was a perfect solution.

Cenarius believed that the Old Gods and the Burning Legion were also enemies. Xavius also promised to help him eliminate these demons!

...

He believed that these demons were common enemies of the night elves and the Old Gods, so he attacked mercilessly.

Cenarius charged at the front, and all the demons who blocked him were killed. Soon, he saw Remulos dueling Mannoroth. The Keeper of the Grove was covered in wounds and almost collapsing.

"Hold on, Remulos! I'm here to save you!" Cenarius shouted loudly.

When Mannoroth noticed the arrival of the night elf reinforcements, he immediately put away his playful mood and began to attack with all his strength. Just as Cenarius shouted, his double-headed glaive struck Remulos' front leg.

The Keeper of the Grove cried out miserably, his front leg bent and he knelt down. Then, he discovered in complete despair that the glaive's sharp blade was piercing his heart.

"No one can save you!" Mannoroth roared, then stabbed down.

Seeing this, Cenarius hurriedly summoned a tornado from afar. The wind force slightly deflected Mannoroth's attack, but the demon's weapon still pierced Remulos' body.

Mannoroth pulled out his weapon, bringing with it a gush of blood, and grinned as he charged towards Cenarius.

Cenarius watched this scene, and the anger in his heart was imaginable. He summoned vines again to temporarily bind the demon, then strode towards Remulos. He saw that there was a terrifying wound on the other's chest, and blood was gushing out. He immediately summoned a ball of green natural energy to heal the wound. Remulos was not dead yet; he still had a chance to save him. But he had to hurry and leave here immediately!

Cenarius shouted to the druids and knights behind him: "Quick, cover our retreat!"

Cenarius transformed into a giant bear, carried Remulos on his back, and ran wildly outward under the cover of the others.

Although Mannoroth quickly broke free from the restraints, he stopped after chasing for a while. He shouted to his adjutant: "Stop the pursuit! That guy will definitely die! We'll turn around and deal with their main force!"

At this time, the night elf main force had just arrived. They did not know that Commander Cenarius and some elite druids had already fled towards Moonglade. As a result, they crashed into the demon encirclement.

Mannoroth led the demon army to completely defeat these leaderless night elf troops.

"Haha, I was just worried about not having enough troops!" He was immediately happy to learn that thousands of night elves had been captured—these guys would receive his gift and become members of the Burning Legion!

—

When Draenor shattered, Kil'jaeden took the opportunity to send many demons to Outland. He himself had more important things to do, so he did not descend personally. But now it was different—because the person he cared about most was in Outland, and he thought it would be a good opportunity.

So he immediately gathered the elite demons of the Burning Legion in the base camp, preparing to teleport to Outland.

After destroying the portal last time, Zeratul and the others had been hiding for a while. Kog'Maw ate a lot of void creatures and finally replenished his body. They had also been secretly monitoring the movements of the Burning Legion, while Malzahar, who had not been exposed, had turned into an eredar warlock and infiltrated the Burning Legion again.

Recently, Kil'jaeden's movements immediately attracted Malzahar's attention. Although he was not qualified to know Kil'jaeden and Archimonde's connection, he still learned that the "Deceiver" was trying to build a portal to Outland.

He didn't know where Outland was, but he felt it was important news, so when the meeting time agreed upon by the heroes arrived, he quietly came out and brought the news to them.

"Still no news from Vel'Koz?" Zeratul asked.

The Void Eye still did not participate in this meeting. Of the six of them, only Vel'Koz came to their first meeting, and had not appeared since. Kog'Maw had gone to Azeroth again, leaving only four of them to meet regularly.

"I think he might have gone to find that secret he was interested in," Malzahar said, recalling that Vel'Koz had said at their first meeting that he had discovered an individual in the Twisting Nether who was very similar to him.

"Then let's ignore him. Tell me, Malzahar, what news do you have?"

Malzahar told the news he had learned and concluded: "Since Archimonde descended on Azeroth, the Burning Legion has stopped all plans and deployments to attack other worlds, and is all in the base camp, ready to respond to him at any time. Now they are preparing to attack another world called Outland, so there are only two possibilities. The first is that Archimonde has already succeeded, and the second is that attacking Outland is related to Archimonde's plan."

Zeratul said, "The first one can basically be ruled out. If he succeeded, it would mean that the commander failed."

"Then if we assume the second possibility is true, I think we should do something more for the commander."

"Like last time, give them a central burst?"

"If necessary, we can do that."

Malzahar suddenly said, "What about we enter Outland?"

"Enter the material world?" Kha'Zix almost immediately wanted to object. This void was much better than the place he was born in. There were many void creatures here, and he could evolve endlessly. Although there were more prey in the real world, his strength was always subject to various restrictions. It was still safer here.

"I want to try," Malzahar said. "If Kil'jaeden's action of entering Outland is secretive, and he wants to be detrimental to the summoner, someone must notify the summoner. And that person can only be one of us."