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.
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. Games Warcraft 3
"Night Elves!" Kaelen cried, raising his shield just as an arrow clattered against the crest of the lion. The sky turned a sickly shade of green
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. 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 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.