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.
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 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. As Kaelen struggled, he saw Captain Valerius face
From the treeline emerged a massive creature—half-man, half-stag, his antlers dripping with moss. With a roar that sounded like a falling mountain, he struck the earth. Roots erupted from the soil, snaring Kaelen’s legs, dragging him down into the dirt. In that moment, the Night Elf leader locked
"Night Elves!" Kaelen cried, raising his shield just as an arrow clattered against the crest of the lion.
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.
"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 .