"No one can compete with you."

A smile appeared on the big lord's lips, and he shook his head:

"You already have a body and a soul that yearns for freedom. My story has come to an end. You should also have your own story. Go ahead and don't be attached to it."

The great lord took another step forward. He looked at the sea of ​​​​death stars above his head. He closed his eyes slightly, as if feeling the wind of the dead world. He spoke in a voice so low that only he could hear it, like

Yes, it's like having a conversation with your creator.

Tyrion at this moment, his soul at this moment, was so peaceful that it was incredible.

"What it emits is a breeze"

"And what it wants to harvest is a storm."

"listen"

The figure of the great lord was like sand blown by the wind, dissipating in the wind of the dead world. His voice still echoed on the steps of the castle, like a whisper in the wind.

"storm."

"Coming"

"He's coming!"

Observer Algalon's message also rang in the information hall of the Azeroth Civilized Alliance Headquarters. Within 2 minutes, the news was passed to the ears of all commanders.

The coalition forces have been unable to decide on a commander who has an overview of the overall situation, so they simply divided each war zone, shared all intelligence, and brought together the top commanders of each civilization to form a war headquarters, and Jarod Shadowsong, this

A legendary commander who had commanded ancient wars became the top combat advisor coordinating various war zones.

He is the nominal commander-in-chief, and he bears terrible pressure.

In recent days, the atmosphere in the war headquarters has been very depressed. Even Jarod Shadowsong, who has always been gentle and calm, has gotten into the bad habit of smoking. A legend who has experienced and commanded the ancient war

The commander-in-chief was so irritable, and one can imagine the pressure placed on other generals and marshals.

The senses of life are like this. The waiting time is always the most difficult. Just like, if you tell a person the day of his death, then he will spend the rest of his life in panic. That is simply the most difficult time in the world.

Horrible torture.

The moment when the disaster really happens is when this terrible torture ends.

Either win or lose!

Either live or die!

Anyway, even if they die, there is still the realm of death to store the souls of the warriors. If they are not even afraid of death, what else do the warriors need to be afraid of?

"Bang"

The unshaven Jarod Shadowsong clenched his fists. A sharp light flashed in the eyes of the legendary night elf commander. He stood up, looked at the other people in front of the command table, and said in a deep voice:

"The time has come, friends. Sargeras is here. The choice between life and death is no longer in our hands. Next, all that is left is a fight to the death!"

"I've been waiting impatiently for a long time!"

The old orc Brox clenched his fists, and his eyes with a hint of scarlet were full of fighting intent that burned like a flame. He shouted loudly:

"There is no need to discuss anything anymore. We have already discussed that broken plan hundreds of times. Let's start fighting!"

"Well, that's true."

Old Marshal Windsor coughed a few times. Sitting in a wheelchair, he also clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand. He said in an open-minded and heroic voice:

"Thinking too much is sometimes not a good thing. None of us have ever experienced such a big scene, so let's give it a try."

"agree!"

"agree!"

"good!"

"This war gives us the meaning of existence and the hope of our existence, friends"

The slender Jarod picked up the wine glass from the guard next to him. He raised the glass and said to the other commanders:

"Drink this cup of decisive wine and let the glory of Azeroth's civilization"

"Fall on the edge of the knife!"

"Wow"

All the commanders present, including Ms. Sylvanas, the ranger general of the high elves, drank the wine in their hands. The commanders encouraged each other, said goodbye, and then stepped into their own war zone, in the entire world of Argus.

On the three continents, millions of warriors have already made preparations.

Tanks roared, fighter planes soared, starships lay among the stars, and the will of the warriors sounded like flying battle flags.

This is a war with no retreat, a war without negotiation.

They have no choice but to fight to the end!

In the headquarters, Jarod's adjutant, the ranger general Lion Wolfwalker from Ashenvale, whispered to his commander:

"Those void spirits, they have begun to summon Dimensius, the Devourer of Worlds. I heard that it is a powerful void creature. Maybe it can buy us some more time."

"No!"

Jarod shook his head:

"Don't place your hopes on those things, Ryan, this is Azeroth's war, this is our war! Inform the druids, enter the 'Leviathan' incubation process now, within 8 hours we will definitely

Stick to it until then!”

After saying that, the elf commander picked up the microphone at hand, and his low and hoarse voice sounded in every trench in the entire Argus world at the next moment:

"Soldiers of Argus! I am Jarod Shadowsong, your commander!"

"In the next eight hours, I will stick to this doomsday wasteland with you. We will suffer ruthless attacks from the devil. We may be defeated, we may die, we may fail. But when you feel

When you are afraid, when you are frightened by demons, soldiers! Look back."

"Behind us is Azeroth! Behind us is our hometown, our relatives and we have no way to retreat!"

"I am an elf, and I am not used to using foul language, but now, soldiers! Brothers, hold on to your weapons and join me in killing those demons who deserve hell and their mad masters!"

"For victory! For Azeroth!"

The entire world of Argus was quiet for a few seconds, and then, like the craziest tide, the shouts surged across this doomsday wasteland. Among the commanders and soldiers shouting at the top of their lungs, Jarod

The loud voice resounded throughout this world again.

"With all the authority granted to me by all civilizations in Azeroth, I declare!"

"Code name, Operation 'Final'"
Chapter completed!