Chapter 18 Section 18

Jarod Shadowsong doesn't consider himself a legend, but everyone who looks at him seems to say he's something.This fame went well beyond his small successes on the battlefield, and his fame grew with the arrival of Cenarius and other ancient protectors.The story of Cenarius' willingness to publicly recognize him as commander was widely circulated in the barracks, and it was a bit distorted by the end. magic sword.Although these rumors are a bit out of shape, few elves seem to laugh at them wryly.Even the aristocrat looked at this low-ranking officer with almost respectful eyes. Jarod was very distressed, but he couldn't find anyone to talk to.Ronin was his closest friend, but he always encouraged Jarod to adapt to these changes in his life.

He didn't even dare to go to the priestesses, ask them to confess and relieve his anxiety.Maiev was about to become High Priest, and news of him would reach his sister soon... that was the last thing Jarod wanted. Since he had been forced into the title of Commander, he had seldom had the opportunity to ride through the battalion alone as he did today.He had told his lieutenants that he wouldn't be alone for long, so they didn't have to follow.Besides, everyone knew him.They could easily find him by just asking around. There are always people saluting him on the road, and many people look at him with grateful eyes.Some priestesses of Elune, who were busy treating the wounded, would nod respectfully when they saw him.Thank goodness Maiev wasn't among them.

A short priestess saw Jarod while she was adjusting her armor, and ran towards him.Jarod stopped his mount abruptly when he saw this scene, thinking that she had sent a message asking him to meet his sister, and he knew that he couldn't escape even if he wanted to. "Commander Shadowsong! I've always wanted to see you again!" Shadowsong carefully looked at the priestess.She had an attractive face, but was younger than he expected.This face seemed familiar, but where— "Shandris...you are Shandris, right?" She was the orphan Tyrande had adopted before she was kidnapped.

When her name was called, she opened her eyes suddenly, expressing her gratitude to him for remembering her name.Jarod looked into the other's eyes, suddenly a little unnatural.Shandris is still young, and will not reach the age of marriage in a year or two. Although he is about the same age as her, the distance between them is as wide as the well of eternity. "Yes! Commander, do you have any news about her?" At this moment, he remembered the last conversation he had with Shandris...and every conversation before.Her missing savior became the central topic of every conversation they had.Jarod has always been polite to her, but he can't always give her the answer she wants.They have been unable to organize manpower to rescue the high priest.Then again, how were they going to save her?She must have been taken to the palace, and probably executed afterwards.

But Shandris believed that Tyrande would return.Even when the most sane Malfurion went out on a mission, Shandris would always think that the druid would come back with Tyrande.Jarod had gone to great lengths to convince her that the outcome might be unimaginable, but the young woman was as stubborn as a tauren.Once she had made up her mind, she would stick to it, which was why Jarod was so terrified when she first looked at him curiously. "No news. Sorry, Shandris." "And Malfurion? Is he back?" He frowned and said: "There is no news about him either. Sister, I want to remind you that he is on a mission elsewhere. Rescuing the high priest is very important to you, especially to that druid, and he and others What is being done is more important than the life and death of our people. You should understand."

"She's not dead!" "I never said she was dead!" he replied loudly. "Santis, I dreamed of bringing her back, but even Tyrande would understand why that dream cannot be fulfilled now!" The expression on her face suddenly froze, and after a moment she softened: "I'm sorry! I know you have a lot to deal with. I shouldn't bother you, Jarod." The former captain of the guard didn't notice that she was calling him by his first name, and he tried to calm her down: "You can come to me anytime, Shandris..." Her eyes suddenly lit up, and he understood that she had misunderstood him.Shandris looked at Jarod Shadowsong affectionately again, not quite the way the other women looked at him.

"I have to go now, Shan—" He stopped suddenly, and a loud horn suddenly sounded in his ears. The sound was so familiar, and Jarod knew that this time the horn sounded no longer to welcome foreign aid. .The voice came from the front line, and the subsequent roar further confirmed his judgment: the bloody battle was about to start again. Just as he turned to leave, a slender hand touched his knee.Shandris Feathermoon called, "Commander! Jarod! May Elune bless you forever..." Jarod gave her a grateful smile over his shoulder, and urged his steed on its way.He didn't look back, but he could feel her eyes on him the whole time.

As soon as he arrived at the tent, the battle reports came to him like snowflakes.A company of demons appeared on the southern ridge, and some crossed the river to their north.The main army of the demons pressed down on the elf army aggressively, and a huge wedge-shaped team had broken through the defense line of the guarding army. "Scouts report that there are still a large number of demons gathering behind the first batch of enemy troops!" A cavalry hurriedly reported, "They are sure that the gathering demon team is the same size as their main force, and may be larger."

"How many damn demons are there?" a nobleman yelled, "Didn't we hit the enemy hard?" The person who answered him was not Garrod, but Rhonin: "Yes, we also organized a counterattack...but only a very small part of the enemy was eliminated." "For the sake of the Moon Goddess, aliens, how can we win this war?" The mage shrugged and said helplessly, "We have no choice." At this time, everyone turned their eyes to Jarod in unison.He pretended to be calm, glanced behind everyone, and then said in an unusually firm voice: "You all know what you should do! We must destroy this new wedge-shaped team! Let's take action!"

He couldn't believe how calm he was.After the others had dispersed, Jarod turned to Ronin and said, "In my opinion, they gathered their forces for the second time to accumulate strength and attack our army after the wedge-shaped team breaks through our army." "Call the tauren." The mage suggested. "The team can't do without the tauren now," Jarod thought, trying to find a perfect solution, but at this moment there was only one thought in his mind, which he had never dared to think about before.But he has no choice... "I must find Cenarius!"

With that said, he ran out of the tent. It's time for this farce to end. When Archimonde observed the battlefield with his mind, he thought so.He has learned that an extremely powerful thing has been sent to the master, and that thing is the disc used by the black dragon to slaughter wantonly. The power of the disc is really awe-inspiring.Sargeras believed that the disc would open his way to this world.Archimonde had seen its power and wanted to use it on the battlefield. He believed that the master's choice was correct. If Sargeras is going to enter Kalimdor anytime soon, the Daemon Commander should prepare the world for his arrival... which means he should clear Sargeras up with a victory.As before, his master should see Archimonde as trustworthy in his conquest of the world. So, with the cunning and cunning that made him Sargeras' second-in-command, Archimonde hatched a new battle plan that would eventually wipe out the defenders of this lifeless land.None of them will escape, and there will be no respite.He knows that his current opponent has not passed the test of wind and waves, and his only advantage is that he is more rational than the ridiculous commander before.The newly appointed commander made Archimonde rejoice that now is a godsend, but good opportunities are always fleeting. I have a new gift for you, my lord, he thought, thinking of thousands of weeping elves being escorted before the Burning Legion.I want to bring you more happiness, Archimonde thought silently again, imagining the dead bodies left behind by Sargeras after ravaging and torturing every captive. I offer you the whole world... Although the elven army fought hard to resist, the vanguard of the demon army still did not slow down.Even with the assistance of dwarves and other races, the elven defenders were unable to slow the enemy's advance.The vanguard of the wedge was a platoon of Hellfires, and they went on a rampage, galloping all the way.The eredar wizards built a magical shield around the infernal, impenetrable to ordinary weapons.Even if the dwarf's war hammer hit hard, it would only splash a spark, and the dwarves were crushed by the frenzied onslaught of the hellfire in a moment. The elves in the middle of the line could not stop the advance of the wedge at all, and the demon army stepped up the attack on the defenders who were not hit by the hellfire.Most of the soldiers on the side of the team were dispersed and easily died by the enemy's weapons. The Burning Legion wasn't fast at first, but after gaining confidence, it picked up speed, and slowly the demons seemed to be rushing the entire army in half.Everyone knew in their hearts that if the demons were successful, the defenders would lose the war, and the whole world.