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"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.

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.

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. "Night Elves

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 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

The skirmish was a blur of steel and starlight. The Humans fought with the desperation of men who had lost their homes, while the Sentinels fought with the ferocity of a forest defending its heart. Amidst the chaos, a low, rhythmic thumping shook the ground.