But Leylin wouldn't show mercy to Cho'gall. As the [Glacial Spike] pierced Cho'gall's left shoulder, Leylin who blinked behind the ogre warlock unleashed a strong kick that launched the ogre in the air.
After launching Cho'gall into the air, Leylin followed him into the air and threw a barrage of blinding fast punches inching him even higher in the air. By concentrating magical energy into the area beneath his feet, Leylin managed to achieve a double jump reaching above the ogre.
Raising his left leg upwards then bringing it downwards, an axe kick finished his aerial combo. As soon as Cho'gall crashed down creating a massive crater. With the intent to finish the enemy, Leylin immediately casted an enhanced [Arcane Blast] towards the fallen enemy.
When suddenly a blast of chaos stuck towards Leylin's [Arcane Blast] making a large explosion. And as soon as the smoke cleared up, an orc warlock was standing a few meters away still holding a green fiery ball of fire.
Gul'dan! He finally appeared, rescuing the incapacitated ogre warlock, Cho'gall. Gul'dan immediately released dozens of shadow energy towards Leylin, Aminel and Tyr'ganal. The three in a flash created barriers of arcane and frost energy.
Leylin was knocked backwards while he was still in midair but received no damage thanks to his barrier. Meanwhile Aminel and Tyr'ganal were covered in burns and dust though their barrier managed to mitigate the damage, they couldn't come up unscathed unlike Leylin.
The battle wasn't over yet. After rescuing Cho'gall, Gul'dan struck the ground with his withered wooden staff. Clusters of pale-yellow flames, like ripples in water, began to spread rapidly in all directions.
The hellfire roared across Tranquillien, its scorching flames consuming every leaf, branch, and blade of grass. The once lush landscape withered rapidly into a sea of yellow, lifeless and brittle under the relentless inferno.
But the hellfire's fury did not stop there. Its searing heat seeped into the minds of Leylin's mage squad, twisting their thoughts and clouding their judgment. The flames did not cause physical harm, but they stirred chaos within their minds—making their perceptions strange, their thoughts disjointed and fragile.
Leylin felt the mental assault wash over him, yet his resilience shone through. With a swift gesture, he invoked [Mass Barrier], enveloping himself and his squad in a protective shield. The barrier shimmered with a cool, calming aura, counteracting the fiery chaos.
As the frost energy infused the air, the mages began to steady themselves, their minds clearing and their focus returning. The cooling effect neutralized the lingering mental disturbances, restoring their clarity and readiness to face the ongoing threat.
Leylin's quick thinking and powerful magic had once again turned the tide, shielding his squad from the hellfire's chaos and allowing them to regroup and prepare for what lay ahead. Tyr'ganal and Aminel were already running out of magical energy. Continuing the fight would be suicide.
Meanwhile, the orcish warriors had completely occupied all the land east of Tranquillien, and their vanguard was even close to infiltrating Eversong Forest. The mages atop Tranquillien knew that the battle was over.
Therefore, Magister Senethir began to activate a mass teleportation spell. The warlock reinforcement by Gul'dan also noticed the mages' strange behavior and began to harass them with dozens of shadow bolts.
Fortunately, the magical defenses constructed by the three magisters, Belo'vir, Rommath, and Nallorath, were impenetrable. Soon, Magister Senethir's mass teleportation array was complete.
Without hesitation and disregarding the opinions of any elf present, Magister Senethir raised his staff high and activated the teleportation spell. Above him, a vast, intricate white magic matrix shimmered with radiant energy, pulsating with raw power.
Senethir's hands moved swiftly, channeling his magical energy into the matrix, which then expanded outward like a luminous web, enveloping every elven warrior, including Commander Thalorien.
In an instant, the battlefield was shattered by a single, devastating blow from Orgrim. The mighty orc warchief's strike struck true, and in a flash of blinding light, Commander Thalorien and the sacred Quel'Delar vanished without a trace.
Only Orgrim remained standing amidst the chaos, his fierce eyes scanning the empty space where his enemies had just been. Orgrim's brow furrowed in surprise.
He had never seen a human mage wield such potent magic before. His heart, still burning with the fury of the fight, quickly steadied as he realized the true extent of his victory.
A low, menacing voice echoed in the aftermath of the disappearance: "Gul'dan, you should be glad this battle isn't over!"
Orgrim's fists clenched, a grim smile curling across his face, knowing that the war was far from finished. The magic of Senethir had bought them time, but the real challenge was only just beginning.
A warning, but Gul'dan remained calm, saying, "Warchief, Zuluhed and his Dragonmaw Clan will arrive soon." The teleportation point wasn't Silvermoon City, but Suncrown Village. This was on the eastern edge of the border between Eversong Woods and the Ghostlands.
"I'm so tired, boss," Tyr'ganal gasped. The depletion of his magical energy made Tyr'ganal very worried. Without Senethir's teleportation magic, they might all have died in Tranquillien.
Leylin leaned casually against the red fence, his gaze distant as he watched the vibrant flowerbeds outside Suncrown Village. The soft glow of the setting sun cast long shadows across the peaceful scene, a stark contrast to the tension lingering in his mind.
He exhaled slowly; his voice tinged with a hint of frustration. "I didn't expect us to collapse so quickly. I hope Sir Lothar's reinforcements arrive too soon."
Aminel, standing nearby, noticed the rare negative tone in Leylin's words for the first time. Her brow furrowed with concern as she stepped closer, her voice gentle yet worried. "You're not confident with our army? I can't imagine what will happen if these orcs breach Silvermoon City. We've already lost so much in just a few days."
Leylin turned his gaze to her, offering a faint, reassuring smile. "It's not that we lack confidence," he replied softly. "It's just that our strength is insufficient to resist the Horde. But with the assistance of the human army, we will have a chance of victory."
Tyr'ganal, after hearing Leylin's words, moved closer to him and asked, "Boss, does that mean we still have a chance to counterattack?"
"We must counterattack! We still have Silvermoon City. As long as Silvermoon City doesn't fall, the Horde will eventually shift their focus. After all, their ultimate goal isn't Quel'Thalas." Leylin said somberly.
The Horde's ultimate goal was Lordaeron, his first homeland. No matter which location they attacked, Leylin maintained a deep-seated hatred for the Horde. It was a sense of belonging, an emotion born from an inexplicable sense of belonging.
"This time, can you take me with you?" Aminel's eyes were full of longing.
"Don't you have confidence in me?" Leylin asked.
Aminel shook her head. She said, "Every battle is so difficult, so I want to keep watching you."