Crossing Azeroth, starting with the Heroes of Might and Magic system

Finally one day, when an exhausted Quel'Thalas ambassador arrived in Strom after many hardships and dangers, King Thoradin truly realized how huge the threat posed by the trolls was.

The ambassador from Quel'Thalas was pale, with despair and helplessness in his eyes. He told Emperor Thoradin in detail about the sufferings of the elves and the terrifying power of the troll army. Faced with such a grim situation, Thoradin fell into deep contemplation...

The elves solemnly told Thoradin about the current severe situation. They said in trembling voices that the troll army was unprecedentedly large, like a surging black tide, unstoppable. Once the beautiful and mysterious Quel'Thalas was ruthlessly destroyed by the trolls, their brutal army would not hesitate to march south and spread the flames of war to more innocent lands.

Faced with such a critical situation, the elves, who were desperate and desperate, could only pin their hopes on external forces. As they were eager to get strong military assistance, they even violated traditions and principles and hastily decided to teach precious magic knowledge to those carefully selected humans. Because only in this way could they get humans to lend a helping hand to the elves in resisting the attack of the troll army.

Although Thoradin was full of doubt and vigilance towards everything related to magic, he had to compromise under the pressure of the situation. After careful consideration, he finally gritted his teeth and agreed to the elves' request, expressing his willingness to send troops to support them in fighting against the terrible enemy, the trolls.

As soon as the news spread, a group of agile elven wizards rushed to Strom City. They started working non-stop, quickly selected a small group of humans with potential, and began to teach them the mysteries of magic and precious memories.

However, in the process of teaching, the elves gradually discovered to their surprise that although these humans were a little flustered and clumsy when they first came into contact with magic, and were far less skilled and dexterous than the elves, it was unexpected that when they really delved into magic, they actually showed an extraordinary talent and comprehension ability.

In this way, after a period of hard training and learning, a full 100 brave and fearless humans finally successfully mastered some of the most basic elven magic. And these few hundred people, in the upcoming fierce battle, may just be the key to helping the elves turn the tide and defeat the trolls.

The elves gazed at the young and resolute human apprentice in front of them, their hearts full of trust and expectation. After a long period of training and tempering, they knew that the apprentice already had the ability to provide powerful assistance in fierce battles. With this firm belief, the elves bid farewell to Strom and embarked on the journey north. They were going to meet with King Thoradin's powerful army to fight against the threat from the darkness together.

When the elves and humans arrived at the foot of Mount Alterac, they were met with a huge army of trolls. These trolls roared, brandished huge weapons, and exuded a chilling atmosphere. However, in the face of such a huge disparity in strength, the brave and fearless army of Arathor did not retreat.

The battle began, and the two sides launched a thrilling fight to the death. Day after day, the flames of war were raging, and the smoke of gunpowder filled the air, but the army of Arathor always maintained a high morale and held on to their positions without slacking off. Their courage and tenacity were like a steel wall, and no matter how crazy the trolls attacked, they could not let them retreat even half a step.

As the battle became more and more intense, the elven lords realized that it would be difficult to achieve a quick victory by relying solely on conventional tactics. At the critical moment, they decided to use the powerful magic power unique to the elves. In an instant, more than a hundred human magicians and many skilled elven wizards gathered together, chanting ancient spells in unison and waving mysterious magic signs with their hands.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and blazing fires fell from the sky, like a group of angry fire dragons rushing towards the troll army. The fire instantly ignited everything around it, forming a blazing sea of ​​fire that tightly surrounded the trolls. Those trolls who could have healed their wounds quickly lost their ability to regenerate under the burning of the elemental fire. They wailed in pain, their bodies gradually engulfed by the flames, and turned into piles of black ashes.

The troll army, which had been so arrogant and defiant, had completely fallen apart! The entire battlefield was in a state of extreme chaos, and fear and despair spread rapidly like a plague, deeply corroding the fragile hearts of every troll soldier.

They panicked, running around like a group of headless flies who had lost their sense of direction, frantically trying to find any possible escape route. Some people ran desperately into the depths of the valley, some rushed into the dense forest without a clear path, but more people just walked around blindly, frightened by the tragic scene before them and didn't know what to do.

However, at this critical moment, the brave, resolute and fearless army led by Thoradin was like an unstoppable surging wave, and launched a fierce and ruthless pursuit of the enemies who tried to escape.

The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, shaking the earth slightly; the shouts of killing resounded through the sky, as if to tear the sky apart. Thoradin's army bit the troll army tightly with overwhelming force, not giving them any chance to breathe. Even the winding mountain paths, or the thorny and intricate jungles, could not become obstacles to hinder their progress.

There was raging anger in every soldier's eyes and a firm belief in revenge in their hearts. They vowed to use the weapons in their hands to wipe out these cruel and evil invaders and to uphold justice.

Time passed by, and the thrilling chase continued. The sweat soaked the soldiers' clothes, and the blood dyed the ground under their feet red, but they had no intention of retreating. Finally, with the last scream, the last troll soldier who resisted stubbornly fell heavily in a pool of blood, unable to get up again.