Chapter 372: Magna

Chapter 372 Magna

After arranging the affairs of the Kalimdor continent, Charlemagne and Alleria said goodbye intimately, and then returned to Silvermoon City with Cirvanas.

At this time, the entire Quel'Thalas troops have made final preparations for departure under the orderly arrangements of Li Reza and Kael'thas, and the Lieyang, which is a big object that is not easy to transfer, is already fully loaded. The mechas, magic cannons and various supplies flew to Kalimdor first.

Kel'thas frowned deeply when he heard Charlemagne's description of the battle in Kalimdor. "Sure enough, the orcs are simply not credible. They will return to their bloodthirsty and violent nature whenever they have a chance."

Charlemagne shook his head, "That's not the case. The behavior of the Warsong clan this time is purely Grom Hellscream's personal decision. This man... how should I put it, I can only say that he is a very good fighter, but he is not a qualified fighter." commander in chief."

This can also be seen in the sentimental version of the Iron Horde. If it weren't for the efforts of the chiefs and Garrosh's secret help, Lord Hou's brain alone would not be able to control the entire tribe of orcs.

Although Garrosh has inherited Grom's fighting talent and single-minded nature, he still knows some knowledge about politics and command after being carefully taught by Thrall. At least he is better than his father in this respect...

"Then let's not talk about the tribe for now."

Kel'thas pointed to the Griffin Riders lined up neatly below, "Now the Wildhammer dwarves have assembled, and they have flown to Quel'Thalas waiting to teleport with us."

"In addition, the supply ship of Kul Tiras has already set off first, and His Majesty Daelin's sailors and Dalaran mages have also arrived at Stormwind City to join King Varian. They will be directly teleported to Kalimdor."

Charlemagne crossed his chest with one hand and rested his chin and asked, "What about the Bronzebeard Dwarves and the Knights of the Silver Hand?"

"His Majesty Magni has created a divine weapon, which he named the Ashbringer, and is now in the hands of Alexandros Mograine. The Bronzebeard dwarves have boarded a ship from Dun Morogh Departing from the North Shore, we are now sailing towards Nanhai Town to meet up with the Silver Hand."

"in addition…"

Kael'thas sighed and continued, "The Wall of Thoradin has fallen. This ancient city wall was opened by a natural disaster. His Majesty Solas died in battle. Prince Galen Trollbane quickly took over the throne and retreated to the Stromgarde."

Charlemagne frowned when he heard the words, "His Majesty Solas died in battle? How could the strength of Thoradin's wall be easily breached by natural disasters... I always feel that something is a little strange."

Kelthas shook his head and said, "We don't know the specific situation. In addition, the sudden appearance of werewolves in Gilneas eased the siege of natural disasters in a short period of time, but these werewolves who don't distinguish between enemies and friends make them feel very headache."

"Ah…"

Charlemagne smiled and didn't say much, but he knew that this group of werewolves would make Gilneas suffer a lot, and even King Jean Greymane was infected with the werewolf virus in the end.

The battle situation in the eastern continent is still stable for the time being. After Alsace took away a large number of natural disasters, the undead under Kel'Thuzad's command alone have obviously begun to be weak.

The key point now is Kalimdor in the western continent. The Burning Legion has already marched westward. Although they haven't found their large army yet, Archimonde's ultimate goal is very clear. The troops were sent across the sea, and after consultation with the night elves and orcs, a tight defense line was set up around Mount Hyjal.

Under the order of His Majesty Kael'thas, the mages, with the support of the Sunwell energy, opened several large portals leading to Suramar.

When Charlemagne and the Sun King crossed the portal together, the Highmountain Tauren and Nightborne had also assembled in the square of Suramar.

The Highmountain Tauren and the Sons of the Night were led by Ulan Gaoling and Elisande himself respectively, and each of them brought many capable generals with them.

After a short greeting, the mages once again used the energy of the Nightwell to open the portal to Theramore.

At this time, Jaina was already waiting in the open space in the center of Theramore Island. It was the first time she encountered such a large army teleportation scene, and the Queen of Kul Tiras seemed a little restless.

A woman in the shape of a high elf beside her smiled and patted her on the shoulder, "Don't worry, kid, this Theramore you built will become the alliance's most important transit base in Kalimdor, and you should be proud of it." That’s right, let’s face it with a straight chest.”

"Magna..."

Jaina closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "I know! This time, we have assembled the forces of all races in Azeroth, and we must defeat Archimonde and the Burning Legion. Please help us!"

The elf woman whom Jaina called Magna smiled kindly, "Of course, this is also my responsibility, but now my strength has declined a lot, and I don't know how much I can help you. .”

After Jaina’s permission, several huge portals quickly took shape, and the formed army stepped out of the portals with neat steps.

"oh?"

Magna was taken aback when she saw the Nightborne coming out of one of the portals, "Who the **** is so powerful that he even pulled this group of Suramar highborne who have been hiding from the world for thousands of years, and the bull head from Highmountain?" The human tribe is really a big deal."

Jianna explained with a smile, "Both the Nightborne and the High Mountain Tauren are allies of Quel'Thalas, and both races were persuaded by Duke Charlemagne Theron to join this expedition."

"Charlemagne Theron?"

Magna rubbed her chin thoughtfully, "I've never heard of this name, but I do have the impression of the surname Theron. It seems to be a ranger family in Quel'Thalas that has been passed down for thousands of years."

While the two were chatting, Kael'thas, Elisande, and Ulan had already assembled their troops, and the three of them walked up to Jaina together.

Kael'thas, who is most familiar with Jaina, took the lead and said, "Gui'an, Princess Jaina, Quel'Thalas, Suramar, Wildhammer dwarves and Gaoshan tauren have all arrived. Thank you for providing the frontline base."

Charlemagne shrank his pupils when he saw the high elf woman next to Jaina from behind, "Could she be..."

Kel'thas and Elisande also noticed this beautiful woman who looked like a high elf. The surge of arcane waves on her body clearly proved that she was not an ordinary person.

Kael'thas turned to Jaina in confusion and asked, "Princess Jaina, who is this?"

"Magna Aegwynn, the former guardian of Tirisfal and the mother of the guardian Medivh, am I right?"

Charlemagne walked up to her with piercing eyes and revealed her identity. He didn't expect this big guy to appear here.

Being exposed, Magna was stunned for a moment, then with an elegant smile on her face, she gracefully raised her skirt and bowed to salute the leaders present.

"It is indeed as this gentleman said, I am the former guardian Aegwynn who made a big mistake. I came here this time hoping to atone for myself and my child Medivh."