The orcs had already crashed through the city gate. Over ten thousand orc vanguards squeezed through the narrow opening before it was blocked. The remaining Royal Guards and Lothar's forces in the city mobilized, with over thirty thousand troops besieging the ten thousand orc warriors.
The battle was fierce. The orcs had been suppressed for too long, and their fighting spirit was high. They didn't care if their retreat was cut off; their minds were filled only with killing!
Fortunately, the troops Lothar brought were some of Stormwind's elite. They had fought the orcs for years and were experienced. Three-man battle formations easily suppressed the orcs.
However, Terenas was probably going to be heartbroken. The entire district two kilometers north of the North Gate was destroyed.
In the royal palace, Arthas and three girls were intently watching a crystal ball. The crystal ball was broadcasting the siege live, with the spellcaster being the slightly older Iruxia.
Iruxia Barov's mother was also a powerful mage, specializing in illusion magic. Iruxia was enlightened by her mother from a young age and had a certain talent for illusion spells. Therefore, she easily learned Gandalf's 'Telescope Technique'.
This was a simplified version of a long-range video communication spell, with only picture and no sound.
"My god, these barbaric orcs are so strong!" Arthas looked at his small arms and legs, even his entire body wasn't as thick as one of their thighs, and couldn't help but exclaim.
Iruxia and Kael'thas, the two older girls, were shocked by the bloody slaughter, covering their eyes with their hands, but leaving a gap between their fingers.
This look of wanting to watch but not wanting to is just like those who use the comment section to block the disaster when watching horror movies.
Only Jaina, whether she was insensitive or truly unafraid, instead said to Arthas, "My brother has killed hundreds of orcs like that, and I heard that Galen is even more powerful. He can defeat one of those orcs with a single sword!"
Galen, Galen, again Galen. Ever since Arthas became sensible, he had always heard discussions about Galen, the prince of Stromgarde. Whether it was in his father's study or in the discussions of the guards and maids, he could always hear the name Galen.
The Twin Stars of Stromgarde, the Troll Slayer, the Troll Conqueror, the number one person of the contemporary youth, all kinds of titles were placed on him.
Although Arthas and Galen were eight years apart in age, they were still considered peers, and the two had the same status and background. Only royal children like them were qualified to be compared to Galen.
Prince Derek, who was two years older than Galen, had already been completely defeated. Next was the sixteen-year-old Varian, followed by the ten-year-old Arthas and Prince Liam of Gilneas. It was said that the prince of Alterac was a debauched and dissipated person, and there was nothing to compare.
Hearing Jaina praise Galen so much, Arthas's young heart, which had previously felt nothing when the guards mentioned Galen, felt a feeling called jealousy for the first time.
"I will be more powerful and more eye-catching than the prince of Stromgarde in the future, and establish more great achievements. I will defeat orcs with one sword each!"
Arthas secretly vowed!
(well bro did manage to singlehandedly whoop Illidan's ass)
Lothar gave the signal to attack together at the best time. The orcs had already taken the bait, and whether Orgrim could break free depended on how domineering he was!
"Knights! Follow me to charge!"
Galen drew his longsword and waved it forward, giving the order to set off. Then, he rushed out first, followed closely by Turalyon, and the knights behind him also began to spur their horses to accelerate.
While the orcs' attention was on the front city wall, they rushed into the rear of the orc army with lightning speed. Although Orgrim had arranged a squad to guard the rear, with Galen's dark forces, these orcs didn't even have a chance to issue a warning!
Galen's longsword waved, sealing the throat of the first orc he encountered with one sword, and then the warhorse trampled over his corpse.
When they rushed into the orc army, the infantry and Sylvanas behind them also rushed out of the forest. The orcs were caught off guard for a while and were somewhat chaotic.
"Wolf Riders! Wolf Riders, go up and contain the human knights! Intercept them!" Orgrim knew how powerful human heavy cavalry could be when they were moving. The orcs were just stronger, not elephants that could collide with warhorses.
The two Wolf Rider leaders, immediately attacked upon hearing the order. The Wolf Riders had good mobility, and their snare nets had a certain restraining effect on the knights. Seeing the Wolf Riders move out, Galen slightly changed the direction of the knights' charge, away from the Wolf Riders, and continued to pierce through the orc army.
On the eastern plains, three human infantry regiments also appeared on the horizon. They were advancing in formation, with two rows of shield walls in front and dense steel spears behind.
These military equipment came from the Dark Iron Dwarf craftsmen of the Thorium Brotherhood. Of course, some orders that they couldn't complete in time were waved by Durin and handed over to the blacksmith shop in Eastwatch. Galen had invisibly made a big deal in the arms business.
There was only one legion from Fenris Keep coming from the west. They only had eight thousand warriors here, which was theoretically the weakest link, but the commander cleverly advanced along the western city wall of Lordaeron, and the garrison on the city wall could provide them with crossbow support.
The battle on the city wall had also entered a white-hot stage. Several Blademasters of the Burning Blade clan who climbed the city wall tried to sneak attack Terenas, but Gandalf, who was old and refined and still had sharp senses, sensed it in advance. An ice ring blasted them all out, and then they were sniped one by one!
The Death Knight regiment stood firmly on the city wall. Dark green magic was wielded on Theron's staff. This first-generation Death Knight was like a melee warlock, releasing curses from time to time, giving Bolvar a lot of trouble. Fortunately, he was a devout believer in the Holy Light and had transitioned into a Paladin with Gavinrad's help.
Bolvar wielded his warhammer, bathed in golden light, and fought with Theron. The Holy Light of Light helped the comrades around him to dispel the curses of Shadow.
The battle on Broxigar's side was even more intense. The great axe of this High Overlord was wielded with great power in his hands. It was a pity that he encountered two first-generation paladins. Perhaps due to Galen's influence, they had maxed out the Holy Shield technique in the Holy Light specialization. The two of them were always able to take turns opening the Holy Shield to withstand his attacks when Saurfang broke out!
Saurfang was extremely uncomfortable, thinking in his heart that if my brother was here, the two of us would not be afraid no matter how thick your armor was!
As time passed, the battle on the city wall was already very clear. The orcs had all gone through the city gate to enter the city. Fewer and fewer orcs were climbing the city wall, and they were soon forced to the edge of the city wall!
A massive Red Dragon Knight squadron was flying over the mountains in the north of the continent. They had left the lands of the High Elf kingdom from the western coast of Quel'Thalas, flying along the coastline to Lordaeron City to support Orgrim.
At this moment, Zuluhed wanted to die. When the Warchief left, he told him to keep a close eye on Gul'dan, and after Gul'dan had transformed all the ogres using the Altar of Storms, to bring Gul'dan and his spellcaster unit to Lordaeron to provide support.
But now, he hadn't accomplished a single thing!
Gul'dan had vanished without a trace that very night, and his own Red Dragons had rioted. The oldest dragon, for some unknown reason, braved the threats and torment of the Dragonmaw orcs, taking more than a dozen adult Red Dragons and flying directly south.
Zuluhed had exhausted every effort to stop only one adult Red Dragon, which was the one he was currently riding. Without the adult Red Dragons, his Red Dragon air force was greatly weakened, not to mention that half of the Red Dragon squad he had sent to track Gul'dan had died.
Gul'dan had attacked them, which meant Gul'dan had betrayed the Horde!
It was truly a case of when it rains, it pours. Because of suppressing the Red Dragons and tracking Gul'dan, they had already wasted several days. Zuluhed could only lead the remaining two hundred or so Red Dragon whelps and set off as quickly as possible, marching rapidly and flying over the high mountains, even crossing directly over Stratholme, scaring the humans below into running around in panic.
Despite this, Zuluhed's mood was still terrible. Gul'dan was a powerful and cunning figure, and Zuluhed had always been wary of him. His betrayal not only cast a shadow over his heart, but also made Zuluhed feel that he had failed the Warchief's trust!
After flying over a new high mountain, Zuluhed , who was distracted, felt a palpitation in his heart! This was the extraordinary intuition brought to him by years of caution!
"Danger!"
But the discovery was already somewhat late!
Griffons that blotted out the sky rose from their blind spot!
Where did these Griffon Knights come from!
According to the Horde's intelligence, the Wildhammer dwarves' griffons were less than a thousand! And there were at least three thousand griffons appearing in front of him!
A look of horror appeared in Zuluhed's eyes! Too many! Even if the Red Dragon whelps were much stronger than griffons, they couldn't fight ten griffons!
The Stormwing Griffon Knight Regiment, with a full complement of three thousand, was secretly deployed by Galen in the high mountains where the source of the Southshore River was located, in order to intercept the Dragonmaw clan's Red Dragon reinforcements to Orgrim's army.
This time, Galen was finally willing to invest heavily, because he had set his sights on these two hundred or so Red Dragons. Although they were Red Dragon whelps artificially created by magic, they were still dragons!
They were, after all, products of Alexstrasza's dragon eggs combined with the soul essence of her consorts. The dragon skin, dragon scales, dragon claws, and dragon bones of these whelps were all excellent materials. This was a once-in-ten-thousand-year opportunity!
The last time was when the Black Dragon Aspect used the Dragon Soul to kill most of the Blue Dragons. The corpses of these dragons were guarded by dragons in the Dragonblight, not to mention that the essence of ten thousand years had long been lost. How could they compare to these fresh ones in the hands of the Dragonmaw clan?
The Stormwing Griffon Knight Regiment had been lying in ambush for a long time. As soon as the Red Dragons appeared, they immediately launched a torrential barrage, directly stunning Zul' হিন্দ!
Stormhammers flew all over the sky, and the first wave of output directly smashed the Dragonmaw Knights on the backs of the Red Dragons into mincemeat. More than fifty Red Dragons fell from the sky.
"Fourth squad, hold the rear! Everyone else, break through to the south!" Zuluhed knew that they definitely couldn't win. The top priority now was to break through!
Run?
Can you escape?
Galen didn't act, but when he did, it was with the force of thunder, and he wouldn't give you a chance to run at all.
A new Griffon Knight unit appeared under the Southshore River waterfall. These three thousand Griffon Knights were the Freewing. The two Griffon Knight Regiments were the sum total of all the Griffon Knights in Galen's hands, and also what all the Griffon nests had produced in recent years!
Zuluhed's eyes were full of despair!
Three thousand griffons could still leave a part to cover the retreat and see if they could escape, but with six thousand Griffon Knights attacking from the front and rear, what was the point of fighting!
"Dragonmaw warriors! Fight to the death! Find a chance to break through and bring the news of Gul'dan's betrayal to the Warchief!"
"Chieftain, we'll cover you, you go quickly!"
Above the mountains, the roars of dragons and the cries of eagles resounded through the clouds. In the blue electric light of the Stormhammers, a little red dragon breath occasionally flickered, but it was quickly extinguished by physical force.
Although the Red Dragon whelps were not as intelligent as adult dragons, they were not stupid either. These Griffon Knights were obviously trying to kill them. In order to survive, they stopped pretending to obey the orc knights on their backs and began to cooperate and fight back!
However!
A cornered beast will still fight!
It was useless!
From time to time, Red Dragons and orc knights fell from the sky like dumplings, and they were also accompanied by griffons with burned feathers falling as well. The scene was quite spectacular.
"Red Dragon! Quickly find a way to break through! You've seen it too, the humans are showing no mercy, they won't let you go!" Zuluhed slapped the neck of the Red Dragon under him hard. Now he could only hope that his adult Red Dragon would be strong, otherwise all that awaited him was death!
"Roar!"
This adult Red Dragon was also a tragedy. He was actually one of the consorts of the Red Dragon Queen, but in terms of seniority, he couldn't compare to the oldest, Tyranastrasz, and in terms of talent, he couldn't compare to the magical genius Korialstrasz, so among the Queen's four consorts, his overall ranking could only be third!
This time, because he received news that the Black Dragon Aspect was going to be detrimental to the Queen, Lord Tyranastrasz took the lead in breaking free from enslavement and returning to Grim Batol to provide support. In order to cover the retreat of his clansmen, he chose to stay behind, and was kept back by Zuluhed using secret methods.
Originally, he thought that everything was worth it. At most, he would be enslaved for a few more days, and once the Queen escaped, his misfortune would end. Who knew that this stay behind would mean losing everything forever!
That group of human Griffon Knights really dared to kill. The Red Dragons among the Guardian Dragons had looked down on mortals for tens of thousands of years, and this time they had fallen!
The Red Dragon made a final struggle, spewing out large mouthfuls of dragon phlegm and dragon breath forward, just to open up a path to break through.
The more intense the resistance, the more he was targeted as the largest consort of the Red Dragon Queen, ranking third. When he broke through the first encirclement, he was greeted by thousands of Stormhammers.
"No!"
The Red Dragon was killed on the spot, along with the Dragonmaw chieftain and great shaman Zuluhed on his back, both of whom died in the Southshore River region.
"Break!"
Galen charged five kilometers straight from north to south, already very close to Orgrim's main force.
The high-ranking knights galloped across the battlefield, bathed in blood.
The plains in front of the Royal City of Lordaeron gave them a considerable terrain advantage.
In addition, with the high elves providing long-range support behind the infantry formations, Galen, Turalyon, and their knightly orders broke through without any pressure.
Their knightly lances continuously knocked away the orcs in front, and the wolf riders behind, wary of harming their own troops, dared not charge recklessly like them.
During the charge, Galen could feel the weakness of the orc warriors.
It seemed that the siege battles of the past few days had exhausted them.
Both the defenders of Lordaeron and the orcs had suffered heavy casualties, the only difference being that the humans defended the city and suffered fewer losses.
Just as Galen broke through the front lines, and he was about to turn his warhorse around for another charge, he felt the Origin Heart's notification in his mind.
"Found a high-quality Heroic Spirit, please check!"
After these years of war, Galen had continuously collected Heroic Spirits of level 8 and above.
Now he had also learned some basic operations, which was to directly collect Heroic Spirits below the legendarye level, while Heroic Spirits above the hero level were super high-quality, and Galen had set up notifications for them.
He quickly scanned with his mental power and saw Zuluhed and a red dragon.
Judging by its strength, it should be an adult dragon, and a relatively ancient one.
Galen beamed with joy.
This showed that his ambush had worked.
In fact, it would have been difficult for it not to work.
Six thousand besieging two to three hundred, even if these three hundred were larger, a war of attrition could exhaust them.
If the red dragon broke through, Galen would perform… no… let Nib and Hogg perform handstands while eating sh*t!
Moreover, when the gryphon knights died in battle, there were corpses.
At most, they would fall from a high place and be a little bloody and mangled, with some blood and gore.
The corpse collection team would sort them out and send them to Aragorn for resurrection, which was perfect since he didn't have to do it himself.
While Galen was in a good mood, Lothar breathed a sigh of relief, and the pressure shifted to Orgrim.
When the siege battle entered a stalemate, Orgrim knew that the key to quickly determining the outcome was no longer the besiegers and defenders on the field, but which side's reinforcements arrived first.
Leaving aside reinforcements, Lordaeron could definitely be captured by the orcs, but that was impossible, as the humans still had a large number of troops on the periphery.
As long as he waited for the red dragon knights to arrive and launch an offensive from the air, the orcs' capture of Lordaeron would be secure.
However, he had a bad feeling this morning.
The red dragons were too slow, which was not right.
Zuluhed was not a young orc cub either, and he should have sent a messenger in advance if there was an emergency!
Orgrim realized that something was wrong but still did not retreat.
He admitted that he was gambling!
Because once he retreated, the Horde would lose the best opportunity to defeat the Alliance.
Orgrim had already foreseen that the Alliance would completely unleash its war potential in this war.
The various human kingdoms and even the various intelligent races of the continent were united by the pressure of the Horde, and their strength gradually surpassed that of the current Horde.
Orgrim had already foreseen that in the future, they would be constantly compressed by the Alliance, constantly defeated, and the battle lines would be constantly moved south!
More than a year of effort!
From the Wetlands to the Hillsbrad region, from Hillsbrad to Hinterlands, from Hinterlands traversing mountains to attack the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, burning half of their forest, doing so much, so many feints, sacrificing hundreds of thousands of orc warriors and laborers, to secretly arrive at the Royal City of Lordaeron.
Now it was all in vain, and he even had to retreat!
Moreover, he had to retreat, or the remaining fifty to sixty thousand elites would never be able to leave!
"Ah!"
Orgrim roared to the sky, venting the unwillingness in his heart!
He was certain that Zuluhed would not betray him.
He was a shaman loyal to the orcs and the Horde, so there was only one possibility: something had happened to Gul'dan!
That damned evil warlock, he shouldn't have listened to his bewitchment and left him behind!
Taking advantage of the fact that the humans had only held back the peripheral troops, and the heavy cavalry did not have a large central army formation, Orgrim issued an order for a full retreat.
The desolate and ancient war drums sounded, causing Varok Saurfang on the city wall to reluctantly release his suppression of the two paladins.
He glanced at the surroundings of the city wall, with only a few orc warriors left around him, and the rest were death knights in gloomy black robes.
"Retreat!"
Broxigar roared, telling the orc warriors to retreat first, and then reluctantly jumped directly from the thirty-meter city wall.
In mid-air, he made a heroic leap and quickly moved away from the range of the crossbow bolts on the city wall!
Teron Gorefiend cursed inwardly, "Damn it, running so fast! Doesn't he know that death knights without horses have short legs? If you run away, what about us?"
Teron quickly joined the remaining death knights to cast spells, and then a large number of corpses were directly pulled up, blocking the human soldiers who were preparing to besiege them, and he took the lead in running towards the position of the siege ladder.
"Holy Light! Purify the evil before us!"
There were two first-generation paladins on the city wall, one of whom was Uther, known for his piety.
At the same time, he was also famous for his large holy light capacity.
A golden light erupted on the city wall, and a large group of resurrected corpses were directly burned into ashes by the holy light, along with a dozen death knights who were running slowly!
The remaining orc army began to retreat in the direction they came from, with a small portion of the orcs staying behind to cover the retreat.
They desperately resisted the pursuit of the human legions.
Galen couldn't help but sigh that Orgrim was able to take and let go, leaving at least nearly ten thousand orcs in the city, and he directly abandoned them to avoid being dragged down by his side.
Truly a hero!
Galen did not choose to pursue immediately.
Orgrim's army advanced and retreated in an orderly manner, and a rash pursuit would definitely be met with a counterattack.
Moreover, that direction was the shore of Lake Lordamere, and further back was the mountain path in the Alterac Mountains, where his father should be stationed.
In addition, with Haas's three legions and a mountain eagle knightly order, the orcs would not be able to pass through for a while, so there was no need to rush.
Leaving a small team to monitor the mountain pass, Galen and Turalyon turned back to annihilate the thousands of orc warriors who were covering the retreat.
After this battle, the offense and defense changed!
Orgrim's forces in the northern continent were insufficient, and he did not know that Gul'dan had betrayed him and Zul'jin had been killed.
The Horde, lacking air power and spellcasters, now only had a pile of warriors lacking long-range attacks, making it difficult for them to achieve anything.
It was time to consider a counterattack!
The orcs still had an army of the Bleeding Hollow clan in the Dun Morogh mountains, and the Blackrock Mountain area was easy to defend and difficult to attack, so they were likely to establish a defense line again.
However, the premise was that Orgrim could retreat completely.
As Galen's base approached a million people, he had become somewhat arrogant, and some of the trump cards that he had been hiding were gradually being revealed.
Galen did not continue to slack off in the war, but instead became serious!
Entering the Alterac Mountains, Orgrim soon received the news that the mountain pass had been blocked by humans!
This was a heavy blow to Orgrim. Some of the smaller clans below had already begun to question his authority. They couldn't take the city, and their retreat was cut off. For a time, the entire army entered a critical period of turmoil.
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Orgrim forced himself to calm down. He thought about the current situation for a moment.
Something must have happened to the Horde reinforcements from Quel'Thalas. First, rule out the possibility of them being annihilated by humans. That is impossible! With the strength of Gul'dan and Zul'jin, they could not be completely wiped out!
Moreover, the Alliance does not have such a large force in the north. Otherwise, the high elves would not have allowed the red dragon to burn half the forest, nor would they have stubbornly defended their strongholds and relied on magic barriers without daring to attack.
That makes sense. Orgrim also didn't believe that the elves would choose to unleash their power only after being beaten black and blue.
It's a pity that he guessed wrong. The high elves don't have a suicidal twin brother, but they do have Galen, the mastermind behind the scenes.
The difficulty of retreating now is that the passage they came from is blocked. Orgrim regretted trusting that two-faced human king. How could anyone betray their own race?
But on second thought, something didn't seem right. With the pressure of the Horde army on the side, Aiden was so eager to negotiate with the Horde. It was unlikely that he would go back on his word a few days after reaching an agreement. That's not logical.
Then there is only one possibility: the other kingdoms of the Alliance discovered the betrayal of the Alterac Kingdom's upper echelons. A more powerful force intervened, and the human king was sidelined. The mountain pass was controlled by other armies of the Alliance!
Orgrim sent Jubei'thos with the Blademaster squad to investigate. As expected, they found that the original orange mountain eagle logo in the mountain pass had been replaced by a red falcon banner!
Orgrim knew that was the symbol of Stromgarde. The commander who always used three signal flares as an attack signal was the prince of that kingdom!
Hmph!
Orgrim had a plan. The Alliance's main force was all attracted to Lordaeron. The Hillsbrad region must be empty. He wanted to try to pass through the Hillsbrad region, open up the passage to the Arathi Highlands, then pass through Stromgarde, and finally return to the Wetlands from the Thandol Span.
Although everything had returned to the starting point, he could destroy the human villages, houses, fields, and farms along the way, leaving their rear in a mess, requiring more time to recover production!
This would also indirectly buy more time for the Horde!
Orgrim took out the detailed map that Aiden had given him and devised a new route.
Starting from the east bank of Lake Lordamere, the first target was Darrowmere Farm by the lake, then heading south along the lakeside, entering the Hillsbrad region through the misty lakeside, then attacking Hillsbrad Farm and Breeze Farm one by one, burning houses and destroying fields to vent his anger!
"Jubei'thos, Dar, you two lead the Blademasters to block the enemy in the mountain pass. Don't let them catch up with us easily. Ten days later, you will catch up with the main force, and we will attack the Wall of Stromgarde together!"
Orgrim decided to leave the Blackrock Blademasters and the Burning Blade clan's Blademasters to block the enemy and buy time. They were weapon masters with superb combat skills and elusive assassins. Moreover, they marched very quickly. With the addition of Jubythos and Dar Threefold Bloodrage, two powerful combatants, they could attack and defend, ensuring foolproof success!
"As you command! Warchief!" Jubythos was a veteran general of the Blackrock clan. The fact that he did not split from the Blackrock clan with the two sons of Warchief Blackhand was enough to prove his loyalty to Orgrim.
Dar Threefold Bloodrage, the chieftain of the Burning Blade clan, also nodded slightly.
Orgrim breathed a sigh of relief that the old powerhouse of the Burning Blade was willing to accept orders. After all, after experiencing a useless siege, the Horde not only suffered heavy losses but also retreated in disgrace. Orgrim was afraid that the warriors of other clans would riot.
"I will contact Eitrigg in Silverpine Forest to let him meet us in advance!"
"Now! Horde warriors! Move out!" Orgrim would lead a group of warriors with nowhere to vent their anger to Hillsbrad, but he didn't know that half of the Hillsbrad region belonged to Alterac, so the impact on Stromgarde and Lordaeron would not be great.
Terenas received the commanders of several supporting armies in the Royal Palace of Lordaeron. Galen, Turalyon, Lothar, Antonidas, Gandalf, Mograine, Tirion, and others entered the palace together after arranging for their subordinates to clean up the battlefield outside the city, arranging scouts to scout out the orc intelligence, and being vigilant against the orcs' return.
Terenas was the master of the Royal Palace, and he had already arranged a banquet.
Because of the prior arrangements, there were basically no civilian casualties in this siege. When the orcs appeared outside the city, they were evacuated to the south of the city for refuge.
To the south was Lake Lordamere. The Menethil royal family had developed all the functions of Lordaeron City for thousands of years, including the final retreat, the fortress of Fenris Keep in the lake after the city was broken.
At this time, the battle was over. The people ended their days of anxiety. A large number of Alliance troops appeared to appease their frightened emotions, but some of the city guards' families were plunged into grief because of the sacrifice of their relatives.
Galen looked at the various aspects of life and was very grateful to the Heart of Origin. His soldiers were like orphans. Each shield infantry only needed 135 units of gold. He could make them live or die, and he would never go west if he told them to go east. They were incomparably loyal and would not betray him!
Most importantly, they didn't need Galen to write a death notice when they died. Galen was introverted on the surface, but he was actually emotionally rich in his heart. He couldn't be iron-hearted after taking charge of the army. In addition, with the flexible application of resurrection techniques, Galen had surpassed the countries of mankind.
However, Galen has not yet discovered that the Heart of Origin has made him, and it has also given him a mentality that this world is a game. He has become somewhat dismissive of the native races of Azeroth. This can be seen from his pretending to be an orc to attack Goldshire Village, and his large-scale recruitment of auxiliary troops and the transformation of trolls.
As for whether this mentality is good or bad, only time will tell.
Galen entered the palace garden with Sylvanas and Alleria in boredom, and Turalyon followed Galen like a dog.
Mograine, Tirion, and other older generals who had already started families could only raise their eyebrows at each other when they saw this scene, and the corners of their mouths raised, revealing a knowing smile.
Youth is so good.
After Galen entered the garden of the palace, a white figure rushed towards him. If his sense of crisis hadn't warned him of danger, the Trol'kalar in his hand would have been unsheathed and used a move to cut it in two.
"Brother Galen! You're finally here. I missed you so much!"