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"Night Elves!" Kaelen cried, raising his shield just as an arrow clattered against the crest of the lion.

"Back to back!" Valerius roared, signaling his remaining men to form a circle around the Elven archers.

In that moment, the Night Elf leader locked eyes with Valerius. The hatred didn't vanish, but it cooled into a grim realization. Kaelen felt the roots around his legs loosen. The stag-lord had released him. Games Warcraft 3

The fog of Ashenvale was thick, smelling of damp earth and ancient magic. For Kaelen, a footman of Lordaeron, it felt like a shroud. He adjusted his heavy steel spaulders, the metal cold against his neck, and looked toward his captain.

"Steady," Captain Valerius whispered, his hand resting on the hilt of a glowing runeblade. "The Prince says the plague stems from these woods. We find the source, we end the rot." But the woods didn't feel sick; they felt angry . "Night Elves

As Kaelen struggled, he saw Captain Valerius face the stag-lord. But before steel could meet wood, a third sound pierced the air. A wet, guttural shriek.

The sky turned a sickly shade of green. A rain of fire—Infernal meteors—slammed into the clearing, crushing Human and Elf alike. From the craters rose behemoths of burning green stone. The burning legion had arrived. The hatred didn't vanish, but it cooled into

For the first time in history, the lion of Lordaeron and the silver moon of Kalimdor stood together. They weren't fighting for land or glory anymore; they were fighting so that there would be a world left to bleed for.