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

In the vast land of Quel'Thalas, a thrilling and brutal battle was in full swing. The flames of war were flying, the shouts of killing were deafening, and the entire battlefield seemed to be dyed dark red by blood.

The powerful coalition of orcs and trolls originally marched towards Quel'Thalas with great momentum, attempting to capture this beautiful and mysterious city in one fell swoop.

However, they never expected that what was waiting for them was a nightmarish defeat.

The high elves of Quel'Thalas displayed amazing fighting power.

They held longbows shining with cold light, and as the bowstrings trembled, sharp arrows poured out like raindrops, accurately shooting at the enemy. Each arrow contained endless power and anger, ruthlessly penetrating the orcs' heavy armor and tearing the trolls' rough skin.

Not only that, the elves also performed various exquisite magics. Colorful lights intertwined and flickered in the air, and the power of elements such as fire, frost, and lightning swept in with a roar, causing huge damage to the enemy.

These magics are not only incredibly powerful, but also varied, making them difficult for orcs and trolls to defend against.

Under the tenacious resistance of the elves and Varian's troops, the coalition of orcs and trolls fell into a passive position. The battlefield was littered with corpses, incomplete limbs and broken weapons. Blood gathered into rivers, dyeing the earth red, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood, which made people sick.

As the battle progressed, the winner was decided. The orcs and trolls had to admit their defeat, with flames of reluctance and anger burning in their eyes.

But reason told them that if they continued to stay in Quel'Thalas, only destruction would await them.

So, under the cover of night, this embarrassed coalition force began a hasty retreat.

Some orcs gnashed their teeth and ran towards Blackrock Mountain. Their figures soon disappeared into the darkness.

Another part of the orcs and trolls fled towards Hinterlands in panic, stumbling along the way, and people fell down from time to time due to serious injuries or exhaustion.

This tragic battle became an indelible page in the history of Quel'Thalas. It witnessed the bravery and perseverance of the elves, and made the world respect the defenders of this magical land.

At that time, when the orcs and trolls saw from afar the majestic and well-organized army led by Varian, as well as the well-equipped and well-trained troops of the high elves, they couldn't help but secretly retreat in their hearts.

After some consideration, they decided to give up launching a strong pursuit against these two powerful armies, and instead send out only a small team to drive them away.

In this way, we can avoid a head-on confrontation with the enemy that would cause huge losses to our side, and at the same time cause a certain degree of harassment to the enemy so that they will not dare to take it lightly.

Thinking of this, the orcs and trolls all breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts and felt very fortunate for it.

As they moved forward along the road of escape, they carefully tried to avoid the relentless pursuit of the elves. Whenever they sensed signs of pursuit approaching, they would quickly use the complex and ever-changing terrain conditions around them to hide their whereabouts.

Or they could go into the dense and deep forests, using the tall and sturdy trees and dense and luxuriant branches and leaves as a natural barrier; or they could take advantage of the cover of night and quietly shuttle between the steep and rugged mountains, without letting the enemy discover any trace.

Relying on their extremely strong physique and indomitable vitality, the orcs are able to grit their teeth and persevere even during a long and arduous trek.

No matter how harsh the natural environment and road conditions are, they always stick together, support and care for each other to ensure the integrity of the entire team is maintained.

In contrast, the trolls have a unique advantage in the jungle environment. They have lived in this vast forest for a long time and know every corner of it well.

Therefore, they were able to rely on their in-depth knowledge of the jungle and extremely sharp intuition to cleverly avoid potential ambushes time and time again.

However, although they have tried their best to escape the elves' pursuit, the shadow of war is like a ghost that lingers around them and cannot be shaken off. Those agile and elusive elf scouts follow them like a ghost.

From time to time, sharp arrows shot from a distance would cut through the sky, whistling towards them with deadly threats; there were also all kinds of mysterious magic attacks falling from the sky, hitting them violently like a storm.

Faced with these sudden attacks, the orcs and trolls had to remain highly alert at all times, their nerves were stretched to the extreme. If they were not careful, they might fall into an irretrievable situation.

Finally, after going through numerous hardships and dangers, the orcs and trolls dragged their heavy and tired steps and slowly arrived at the vast edge of the Hinterlands.

At this moment, they seemed to have been drained of all their strength, and every step they took seemed extremely difficult. But even so, their eyes still shone with a firm and unyielding light, which was like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating their way forward.

They knew very well that this mysterious and ancient land before them, Hinterland, might be able to give them a moment of respite and become a safe haven for them to avoid the storms of the outside world.

However, they also understand that the truly severe challenges and cruel tests are like ferocious beasts hidden in the darkness, lurking not far ahead, ready to pounce and give them a fatal blow at any time.

However, at this moment, fear has long disappeared from their hearts. Because no matter what difficulties and hardships they are about to face, they will hold each other's hands tightly, fight side by side, and move forward bravely. Nothing can stop them from moving forward, and nothing can make them retreat.

However, just as they were taking a short break, something completely unexpected happened.

On the distant horizon, a huge army was rapidly approaching Sintland.

This team is composed of brave human warriors from the kingdoms of Alterac and Lordaeron, as well as the powerful Wildhammer dwarves of Aerie Mountain.

The soldiers of Alterac came here with only one purpose, and that was revenge; and the Wildhammer dwarves took advantage of this rare opportunity to completely expel the trolls of Hinterlands in one fell swoop and defend the peace and tranquility of their own homeland.