"The space storm that ravaged Antolan has subsided at midnight last night. The disrupted front lines of demons are filling up quickly, but compared to the central plains of the Antolan Mountains, the number of demons in the eastern mountains is still sparse.

This is our last chance."

Just as the four draenei spaceships were carrying the last batch of seriously injured people away from the Hope Port in the Antolan Wasteland, in the Hall of Valor headquarters suspended above the mountains, the commanders of the fully armed Ashes Expeditionary Force were here.

Have a final brief conversation with the headquarters.

Seeing that even Ms. Tyrande has put on a set of combat priest armor, you can tell that this sharp knife force organized in the past few days is ready to break into Antorus and the Burning Throne to attack the demon base camp.

Final preparations for the raid.

Jarod Shadowsong, who was also wearing the elf armor and wearing his own sword, pointed at the sand table in front of the commanders in front of him and said:

"Illidan's Illidari and Lord Black's Uncrowned troops have already set off in advance, and they will set up a landing on the ground for the Rainbow Bridge teleportation in the Hall of Valor.

The soldiers of the Holy Light Legion will escort Lord Eonar to the Burning Throne at the appointed time.

Lord Leiden has also focused all the energy of the Hall of Valor on this transmission. We will send the Evil Horn of this World and the prepared members of the Ashes Expedition into the heart of the devil at once!

But the rest will only depend on you, warriors."

Beside Jarod, the old orc warlord Eitrigg also spoke:

"We will rush out of Port of Hope twenty minutes before your departure and launch an all-out attack on the demons under the cover of the Iron Legion to attract their attention.

This battle is destined to be difficult.

But we will never take a step back until you send back news of victory!"

The commanders of the Ashes Expeditionary Force in front of them all nodded without saying much goodbye. Everyone knew what they needed to do next.

However, Lord Bolvar, who was wearing heroic armor, looked around and asked in surprise:

"Where is Danas? Shouldn't he be sitting here at this time to help you two command the army?"

"General Danas went to Macaire to take charge. He wants to assist Lord Velen in completing the deployment."

At this time, Jarod no longer hid, he said softly:

"His Majesty Velen will launch an attack on the Burning Legion in Mac'Aree at the same time as us, and that venerable prophet will undertake a very dangerous mission.

He will attract the Deceiver from its demonic palace to the battlefield of Mac'Aree while you are attacking the Antoran Wasteland. Without the interference of the Deceiver, your operations in Antorus will go much smoother.

The old prophet carried out this mission with the determination to die, everyone.

Just like our state of mind at this time, the warriors who are still staying in the Antolan Wasteland at this time and are determined to fight against the demons to the end have put their life and death at risk."

Jarod coughed, put his elf war helmet on his head, showed a smile, then put his left hand on his chest, beat his breastplate, and said to everyone in front of him:

"If we never see each other again, may we die a worthy death."

"I never thought I would one day say such things to an elf, but..."

Princess Talanji, who was also wearing armor, was holding her Shadow Hunter spear. She was a little ashamed, but she still straightened her back and said to Jarod:

"Although it would be like committing suicide for us to attack the demon base, you who stay here to attract attention are in a truly dangerous situation. May all spirits protect you, elves.

If you survive, the legend of your bravery will forever be spread throughout the realm of the Golden Dynasty."

"It's not like we're bound to die. Let's see how unlucky you all are."

Muradin, who was holding the Ruler's Hammer, complained with his beard and glare, causing Varian Wrynn to shake his head. The young human emperor was holding a sword in his hand and carrying a sword on his back.

The "double-knife flow" look is very fashionable and trendy.

He glanced around and was about to say something to boost his morale when he heard His Highness Little Star shouting from behind him:

"Hey, warriors, before you set off, you need to take a photo so you can take it back to Azeroth for publicity. Quick! Arrange them according to their size.

Muradin, you and your niece-in-law stand at the front. Don't hide behind. Don't you have a correct understanding of your own height? Ms. Tyrande, stand behind. Look, you are like a flagpole next to the dwarf.

Lao Niu and Maraad stand at the back. Your heads are too high. Yes, stand apart one on the left and the other on the right.

Hey, Varian, Daelin and Saurfang, leave a gap between the two of you, just enough for one person to stand, so that the photo will be better.

Should the old wolf consider becoming a werewolf? There should be more racial diversity. Kael'thas should restrain his smile. You are so handsome and make everyone else look ugly.

Your Majesty Fa'ao, please don't stand there. If old Velen isn't here, come and stand in the C position.

Everyone, stand still, don't move, and smile.

Three, two, one!”

"Shua"

Before the countdown was completed, a little star wearing a dragon armor was teleported to the center of the crowd with a whoosh, and stood in a position specially reserved by a group of commanders.

She stood proudly and confidently next to the smiling Crown Prince Faol, holding Ms. Tyrande's arm with her left hand and placing her right hand on Muradin's shoulder.

It was like the stars holding the moon, specifically highlighting herself.

There was a soft clicking sound.

The dwarf camera accurately recorded the scene before the Ashes Expeditionary Army set off. Little Star has already made up his mind to use this photo as the cover of his next autobiography.

This sales volume must be so good that it will explode!

And when this photo is taken back to Azeroth, her fellow dragons will definitely like this unique composition, as if the little stars represent the dragon leading the Ashes Expedition.

Of course, this is the last happy moment.

After taking pictures, everyone boarded the ship and prepared for the battle. When they were leaving for the final time, General Shandris Feathermoon held Jarod's hand and whispered, with a look of reluctance.

On the Evil of This World, Ms. Vashj was also directing two heroic spirits to place a huge soul box in the hull. This strange magic item can contain the souls of the deceased for preservation.

The battlefield that the Black Crow Chapter is good at is not raiding, so among the death knights, only Lord Culotas will follow the expeditionary force to attack the Burning Throne, and the remaining death knights will stay behind to engage in large-scale wars with the demons.

In this case, the Soul Box made by Queen Azshara herself is very useful.

The mortal warriors are preparing, and the Titan guardians inside the Hall of Valor are also preparing, especially the last batch of crazy Mimiron who was teleported here, and are trying to reactivate Odin's thinking core.

In the battlefield where the final battle to save the Titan Souls takes place, the participation of Odin will definitely greatly enhance their combat effectiveness.

"Thorim, what are you doing?"

Raiden inspected the holy arsenal containing the thunder-forged bodies of the Heroic Warriors, but found the Storm Guardian Thorim here, and he found that Thorim was writing something.

So I asked out of curiosity.

The Storm Guardian raised his head and said to Raiden:

"I'm writing a suicide note... Don't laugh, Lord Lydon. I'm not stupid. I want to follow the example of mortals and leave the last thing they want to say. You know, the guardians are as close as brothers. There is nothing we can't say.

of.

I just want to leave my apology in the halls of Ulduar before my time as a Guardian ends."

"Huh? What does this mean?"

Leiden asked in surprise:

"What do you mean your career as a guardian is over?"

"Uh, that's right."

Thorim scratched his head and said:

"If I can survive after this battle, I want to relieve myself of the burden of being a guardian. It's not because I want to escape, but because of the things and mistakes in the past...

Although everyone has forgiven me, I know that the end of the Age of Mythology is inseparable from the war I recklessly launched, and I must be punished if I do something wrong.

I have already made an agreement with Mr. Black.

If we could go back to Azeroth, I would accept the flesh curse he imposed and become a mortal.

I will continue to defend our world, and I will go deep into those mortal civilizations and kingdoms until I understand the nature of those lives, until I rely on my own pursuit to become a Storm Guardian again.

Just like Fenna Golden Sword won the title of 'King of Courage' with a mortal body, I will also take on the same challenge.

Will you support my decision? Lord Lyden."

"Why should I object?"

Raiden shook his head, looked at the thundercast bodies surrounding him, and whispered:

"Facts have proved that the Titan Guardians have not been able to fulfill the mission entrusted to us by the Titans. Perhaps the failure of the Guardian system is not a bad thing. Since the age of myth is over, don't pick it back up from the trash heap.

Your approach has provided me with a good idea. Maybe Our Lady of Purity will be willing to try life as a mortal with me.

We may even have a child... Haha, it's really a strange experience to think about it.

But we have to survive first."

Leiden patted Thorim on the shoulder and said:

"Ready your weapons and perform one last sacred service to our Creator."

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"This is it!"

Among the mountains in the Antolan Wasteland, outside the demon palace that was completely enveloped by the evil magma pouring out from the center of the earth. Among the corpses on the ground, Black leaned on the Salamani sword and attacked the surrounding Uncrowned.

The hunter and the demon hunter ordered:
To be continued...