Traveling through World of Warcraft

Chen Yu led the Alliance and the Horde to attack the ships of the Forgotten Rebels on the Northrend coastline. The war stretched along the Northrend coastline with no end in sight. In the sky, airships attacked each other's ships of the Forgotten rebels, and the ships on the water were also engaging in fierce firefights. The planes, Bat Knights and Dragonhawk Knights in the sky were fighting together. Countless ships ran aground, and soldiers of the Alliance, Horde, and the Forsaken rebels intertwined and engaged in brutal hand-to-hand combat.

The battlefield was filled with smoke and flames of war. Chen Yu stood on the command ship with a firm gaze, directing the soldiers of the alliance and tribe to attack. His clever strategic layout made the Forgotten rebels passive.

The soldiers fought bravely under the command of Chen Yu. They held shields and formed a solid line of defense to resist the impact of the Forgotten rebels. At the same time, Alliance and Horde archers fired arrows from the rear to provide cover for their comrades in the front.

In the air, the Dragonhawk Knight piloted a domesticated Dragonhawk to attack the airship of the Forgotten rebels. They shuttle flexibly across the battlefield, attacking their enemies with bows, arrows and fire. Batrider uses his speed and maneuverability to raid Alliance and Horde aircraft.

On the battlefield, the sounds of fighting, shouts, and explosions are endless. Everyone is fighting for their own camp, fighting for honor and survival. This melee will determine the fate of Northrend and will be engraved in the hearts of every participant.

The battlefield on the seaside of Northrend was filled with smoke and dust, and the shouts of killing were loud. In the bloody fight, the warriors of the tribe and alliance brandished their own weapons and launched fierce attacks on each other.

In the center of the battlefield, warriors from two tribes were fighting to the death with an alliance paladin. Their weapons clashed in the air, clanking and sparks flying. The paladin waved the giant sword in his hand, roared with rage, and launched a fatal blow to the tribal warriors. A tribal warrior dodged sideways, swung his axe, and slashed at the paladin's helmet.

On the other side of the battlefield, a group of alliance mages were having a fierce magical duel with a group of tribal shamans. The wands in the hands of the mages shone with light, and various magics intertwined in the air, forming a gorgeous landscape. The shamans waved the totems in their hands, releasing powerful natural forces, which collided with the magic of the mages, resulting in a huge explosion.

In the sky, the air forces of both sides were also engaged in a fierce battle. The griffin knight and the dragon knight chased each other in the air, attacking each other with bows and arrows and fireballs. An Alliance plane was bitten by a tribal red dragon and fell to the ground dragging a long flame.

In such a fierce battle, everyone is fighting for their own camp, fighting for honor and survival. Their heartbeats and breathing seemed to be integrated into this battlefield, and every attack and defense was related to life and death. The tension on the battlefield was suffocating, as if time had frozen, and only the sound of battle echoed in my ears.

Warriors of the Horde and Alliance stand side by side, facing a common enemy. There is no longer hostility and hatred in their eyes, but unity and determination.

The tribe's shaman and the alliance's paladin supported each other, and their bodies all bore scars from the war. Although they are from different camps, at this moment, they are fighting for the same goal.

"We cannot let evil succeed!" The tribal warrior held his battle ax high, his voice full of strength and determination.

"We must unite!" the Alliance mage responded, the wand in her hand shining brightly.

Behind them are soldiers from both camps, clutching their weapons and preparing to fight for their homeland and freedom. They once fought against each other on the battlefield, but now they understand that only by uniting can they defeat a common enemy.

An orc warrior from the tribe and a human warrior from the Alliance looked at each other, a glimmer of understanding and respect flashing in their eyes. They were once enemies, but in this moment of crisis, they became each other's support.

"For Azeroth!" they shouted at the same time, their voices echoing in the ruins.

Horde and Alliance warriors charged together towards the Forgotten Rebels, their weapons gleaming in the sunlight. They proved with their actions that the power of friendship and unity can overcome everything.

When the Forsaken rebels were fighting fiercely with the armies of the Horde and Alliance, and the outcome was hard to decide, Tirion Fordring led the Silver Crusade like a sharp dagger, tearing apart the coastline of Northrend in an instant. A hole was opened in the enemy's defense line.

On the battlefield, the sounds of fighting and shouting were deafening, and blood and sweat were intertwined. Tirion Fordring led the way, wielding his greatsword shining with divine light, and launched a fearless charge towards the Forsaken rebel defenses. His eyes were as firm as iron, full of faith in justice.

Behind him, the soldiers of the Silver Crusade came like a raging tide. They wore shining silver-white armor and held sharp weapons. They had high morale and heroic appearance. They are the most elite warriors on Azeroth, fighting to protect world peace.

The cavalry of the Silver Northern Expedition were like a gust of wind, rushing into the enemy's formation with thunderous force. Their spears gleamed with cold light and pierced their enemies. The infantry advanced at a neat pace, and their shields were indestructible, providing solid shelter for their comrades behind them.

At the same time, the armies of the Horde and Alliance were inspired by the Silver Crusade, and they launched an even more violent attack. The roars of the warriors resounded through the sky, and they launched a desperate struggle with the Forgotten rebels.

In this fierce battle, every warrior exerted his greatest potential. They defend their homeland and beliefs with their blood and lives. In the end, with the joint efforts of the Horde, Alliance, and Silver Crusade, the Forsaken rebels were defeated and their plot was completely foiled.

After the battle, Tirion Fordring walked among the warriors of the Horde and Alliance. He raised the greatsword in his hand and shouted to the sky: "For Azeroth!" The warriors also shouted in unison, and their voices gathered into a powerful force that echoed along the entire Northrend coastline. At this moment, their hearts were filled with joy of victory and hope for the future.