The invading fleet has finally arrived in Kalimdor as Wulfrun took the first step into Kalimdor on the coast. Getting his feet wet but ignores it for now, seeing this roughly terrain in front of him as he looks around the place while his men started marching out of the water and onto dry land. They continue to march through the barrens until all of their troops reaches the mainland, not even thinking of attacking Theramore as they know it's more fortified to attack with what they have, Wulfrun has a better idea.

The Easterlings must dig further within Kalimdor to a certain location where they will have the full advantage against Theramore's forces, if Theramore's forces do not do anything about it then it will be difficult for them to defeat Wulfrun and his men. They know that attacking Theramore is a bad idea for them and will surely lose the fight, seeing that the ships and their defences are much stronger to take down so Wulfrun believes that if he takes the mainland with his forces, Theramore will lose contact to everyone that still wonders around Kalimdor like Alleria, Turalyon, Medivh and Alexandros.

Theramore must counterattack against this before it is too late but with their leaders all gone, they need to decide for themselves to either send their troops onto the mainland to fight against them or stay in Theramore. They must decide now while Turalyon is still seeking out the weapon that could defeat Sauron, a weapon that might change the war because Medivh may know something that Turalyon does not know yet but he would have to find out when he finally discovers the sword of Narsil.

Back in Ashenvale forest, Alleria and Alexandros travels with Shandris and Tyrande to Felwood where Cenarius stands in the wild with his people. The night elven settlements across the area in the middle of the forest, protecting the demigod himself while he stays here, sensing the darkness slowly increasing and because of that, the time has come.

The night elves stood aside to allow Tyrande to walk through to meet with Cenarius, having Alexandros walking behind Tyrande while Shandris and Alleria walks behind him. He would look left to right, noticing that they are all females while there are no males in this place, seeing that this became uncomfortable for him seeing he's the only male here and the only human while Alleria is a high elf, one of the descendants of the Highborn elves.

Alleria became a target but with her not a magic user and walking with Shandris' side, she is safe for the time being but she doesn't worry about that right now, she just wants to see how this will go then can get out of here to finally return to her beloved.

"I'm starting to not like this…." Alexandros said as he follows Tyrande and looking at the night elves, "I feel so uncomfortable here…."

"Maybe you can get lucky." Alleria said

"I don't think that's a good idea right now…" He turns his head to the side while walking, having his eyes turn towards Alleria. "I don't even want to know what they will do to men like me."

"Most of our men are asleep in dormant." Shandris said while they walk, getting Alleria to look towards her. "They remain asleep while we watch over the lands; after all we are the sentinels of Ashenvale."

"Is that so…."

"I could probably make a couple of jokes about why the men asleep while the women are watching over the forest…."

"Please don't…" Alleria said "Were trying to make an alliance here…" She looks to the other side at the night elves "We could use the help we can get."

"I know… But still…"

"Are you complaining?"

"No…."

As they go making their way to the shrine, outside of the elven base that is where Tyrande and Shandris stops and causes the other two to stop as well. Both Shandris and Tyrande would bow to Cenarius while he had his back towards them, just when he was done with whatever he was doing, he turned back and shows himself to the two. Both were at a shock to see someone this tall and strange, a man who is half a stag and a humanoid druid who is also a demigod.

"So… You have come at last."

Both Tyrande and Shandris steps aside for the two to step forward to show themselves to Cenarius. "This is Alexandros and Alleria." Tyrande said "They are the outlanders from the land of the east."

"I can see that…."

"If you know why we're here then you already know what we want from you." Alexandros said "You know of the darkness right?"

"That I have."

"Then you know what we must do." Alexandros takes a step forward "We came here seeking help, seeking an alliance that can change the tides of war in our favour." He then looks to Tyrande then to Shandris before looking back to Cenarius "I can take you are peaceful people, but the enemy seeks only destruction."

"Hmn… Peaceful people you say?" He slightly laughs at what he said "We night elves once fought in a great war, ten thousand years ago. We defeated a powerful foe that might be far powerful than the darkness that has arrived, the darkness does show a similar relative to our former enemy but they will not reach to that potential."

"This dark lord and his army lacks magic but has an increase of numbers lately."
Someone comes walking over making his appearance in this conversation, getting them all to turn towards him, seeing the great prophet Velen of the Draenei. Both Alleria and Alexandros were shock to see another race that is far different from the night elves and themselves.

"Who are you?" Alexandros asks the stranger as he goes walking next to Cenarius.

"I am the prophet Velen, leader of my race called the Draenei. What Cenarius said to you two, we were really expecting you two to arrive here to tell us of the upcoming darkness, thanks to my power I have prophesised this moment right here."

"So you saw the future?"

"I saw only a little, which is why I am here to see you two and all of you. After trying to watch from the darkness from far away, and the help of a man who can transform into a crow. I now know Sauron's true objective now."

"True objective?!"

"This world is full of magic and powerful artefacts that he could use to increase his power, if I am right then he plans on gaining more power, which is why he wishes to travel to the main human kingdom and the land of the Highborne."

"Quel'Thalas?" Alleria asks "Why does he want to go there?"

"You elves possess something that he wants, something powerful and magical that he can use to bend to his will."

"The Sunwell…."

"Indeed…. If Sauron gets his hands on the Sunwell and manages to change it, to consume it into darkness then he will be far powerful than he is right now." He looks to Cenarius while he looks back to him "Sauron is a powerful demigod… But if he obtains more power then he can finally become a god."

"But… We have ways of destroying the dark lord." Alexandros said "The problem is getting closer to him to do the job. Can we stop him before he gets to the Sunwell?"

"That I do not know, I know his plan but I haven't seen what is to come yet, but know this…. If Sauron conquers the eastern lands completely then there is no telling just how powerful he can become. Right now your kingdoms are weak and he doesn't want any interferences from other lands, which is why he has already sent his fleet to attack Kalimdor."

"His forces are already here?"

Alleria steps in "But if there here then that means that….." She turns her head to the side "Theramore…."

"They can't attack Theramore." Alexandros looks at her "Not with the fleet of ships and a strong defence we possess."

"That's not what I'm talking about." She looks back to him "Theramore would abandon the mainland which will give the enemy the advantage."

"Oh bloody hell…" He mumbles while turning back but looks back to Cenarius "We have to return to Theramore right now."

"But do we have an agreement then?" Alleria asks "You with us or not?"

"The darkness will spread across the lands, eventually coming here. The enemy will arrive here and with just us will not defeat him, for that we will join you when we are ready. We will arrive in the wastelands in three days."

"Three days… That's all you need to face the enemy, however if we defend Kalimdor then we would have to eventually return to Lordaeron to face the darkness there."

"If Lordaeron is still there." Alleria looks to Alexandros

"Lordaeron will be there." He looks back to her "It will not fall."

"Stormwind fell… We may have defeated some of their generals but there are more."

"Then we have no time to waste then." He turns back "Let's go kill a few more."

"Not alone you won't." Tyrande steps forward "I will go and help you outlanders; I can take a couple of my warriors with me to help you defeat the enemy here."

"Tyrande…"

Tyrande looks back to Cenarius "I guess it's time to awaken the druids, you should be the one to do it Cenarius, and I will go to the frontline to see what we are dealing with."

"Not alone milady." Shandris also steps forward "Allow me to come with you, I will get the sentinels and meet you outside Ashenvale."

"So I guess now this Alliance is at a complete then?" Alexandros asks when walking up to Tyrande, lending his hand out for a handshake. "Do we have an agreement on this?"

Tyrande looks to his hand then to the others, seeing both Cenarius and Velen nodding to this then back to Alexandros. "It seems we have no choice but to trust you outlanders." She finally lends her hands out to shake his hand. "You have your Alliance."

Therefore, the Alliance for the two races are complete, both the Draenei and the night elves will join the people of Theramore for a chance for survival against Sauron's army. The four will take their leave and make their way back into the wastelands, taking the platoon of humans and a large handful of sentinels with them to confront the Easterlings of Rhun.

As a great fight is soon to begin here in Kalimdor, elsewhere the prophet Medivh continues walking with Turalyon on this quest to find the legendary sword of Narsil, the last weapon of Middle-Earth, one of the swords that could defeat Sauron and end this war. The Alliance needs as many powerful weapons they can get their hands on, knowing that if one of the weapons fails to deliver the final blow to Sauron, they would need a second plan to defeat him so the blade of Narsil is the last option if he ever makes it this far into Kalimdor.

Turalyon was climbing up the slopes of the mountain to reach the top of the peak of this mountain, with Medivh already up there thanks to the power of his form of the crow; he stood at the top waiting for Turalyon to reach there. Just as Turalyon made it there, Medivh lends his hand down to help him up, Turalyon would accept this and grabbed his hand then finally Medivh pulled him up at the peak of the mountain.

Turalyon felt tired, fell on his knees after climbing so high, and with armour on, it was very difficult for him while Medivh tried to help him back up. "We cannot rest right now Turalyon."

"I know…" He lets a deep sighs "This sword better be worth it…"

"It is." Medivh turns back and starts walking forward "This sword is one of the last remnants of Middle-Earth."

"What… Is Middle-Earth?" He asks while trying to stand back up

"It's the home world of the sword of Narsil, also home to where Sauron created his army and unleashed a terrible darkness across that world. I went there because I knew he would arrive here into Azeroth, to spread his army across this world so I decided to return here and try to save it."

"But… Why didn't you just tell us about it? Or better yet how come you didn't take out Sauron when he arrived here?"

"Sauron is stronger while I am weak; I tried to warn you all however none of you listened. Since you all wouldn't listen, I decided to get help by bringing a human from Middle-Earth into this world, along with the sword as well."

"You were helping the Alliance from within?"

"Yes." He looks back to Turalyon "But sadly I could only do a little, I gave you all time to counteract against Sauron. But there is another great war coming to Azeroth, another terrible threat is slowly increasing."

"Another threat? What's worse than Sauron's army?"

"The Lich King…"

"Who?"

"A great and terrible king who commands a vast army of undead and other forces in the lands of Northrend, you could say that he is the dark lord of Azeroth while Sauron is the dark lord of Middle-Earth."

Turalyon sighs "Great… Two of them."

"At least they are not together. Eventually the Lich King will send his army into Lordaeron, he will conquer it first or let Sauron take it, either way those two are going to fight and when that happens one of them will remain victorious."

"And what's going to happen if one of them wins?"

"If Sauron defeats the Lich King then he will surely lose a lot of his warriors in that battle, he would also get his hands on a powerful weapon that the Lich King possess. He will continue his campaign to conquer Lordaeron, then will eventually take his army across the seas to attack Kalimdor but if the Lich King wins however. He will defeat Sauron and will cause the Orc armies to flee back into Stormwind, giving the Lich King the advantage and the more bodies he could create; he will create a giant undead army from the bodies who have fallen, creating an army far greater than Sauron's army. He will then conquer the rest of Azeroth with this undead army, if he wins then this war is over."

"So either way were so screwed…."

Medivh would start walking away from the cliffs, getting Turalyon to follow for a moment until he stops and looks out in the distance where he will spot it. "There it is…"

Turalyon looks over where Medivh is looking; getting the glimpse of the sword of Narsil that is stuck in a rock. "The sword of Narsil… stuck in the stone…" He mumbled to himself when saying that, soon turning his head to Medivh "This does sound familiar…"

"If you are worthy to wield Narsil then you will possess a far greater army that could destroy both the Lich King's army and Sauron's army."

'Are you serious?"

"I don't joke around Turalyon."

"Yeah I can see that… But you would actually give me this powerful army?"

"It's a onetime only, you use it once and you make sure it counts. You must use it when the Alliance is close to defeat on Sauron's army, that there is when you make the right moment to defeat his armies."

"Or the Lich King if he happens to win…"

"I must warn you now though… Sauron has not brought everyone into this fight, when he is ready, he will place all his cards on the table so whatever happens…. Make this count."

"Don't worry… I will make it count." He looks back towards the sword and walks over to it

"Good luck Turalyon." Medivh stayed where he was, watching Turalyon make his way towards the sword in the stone.

Turalyon walks slowly towards the sword that sticks up on the stone, getting him to get closer and walk around it before he made his move. Medivh was getting closer when Turalyon was moving towards the sword, wanted to get a good look to see what is soon to happen here. Once Turalyon was ready, he grabbed a hold of the handle with two hands to it; he tries to use every strength he can to pull the sword out of the rock. He was trying so hard to do this until he soon feels the sword is moving. After a while later of pulling the sword out of the stone, he eventually did it and collapse onto the ground with the sword of Narsil in his hands.

"He has done it…" Medivh said

Turalyon was breathing a bit heavy after taking its time to pull the sword; he looks over to Medivh and slightly laughs. When he slowly gets up off the ground, holding the sword with two hands, this here is where things get darker as this whole area began to change to midnight as the dark clouds cover this area until there was no light. Both Medivh and Turalyon looks up at the sky when it happens, when they both look at one another, Medivh spots something coming behind Turalyon.

"Behind you!" Medivh said

Turalyon looks back and swings his sword, swinging his sword against a green spirit of the dead who swung his sword to clash against his, causing the two swords to hold against each other while they stare at each other. Turalyon was at shock to see the spirit; he must have forgotten that once he pulls the sword out, the legions of the dead comes forth.

Thousands of them began to appear when the king who hits the sword of Narsil backed away, revealing the whole force of the dead spirits whom now come to the call of the awoken of the sword. All would surround the two, surrounding them and their eyes fixated on that sword Turalyon wields, getting Turalyon to circle around before looking back to the sword then to the king.

"The sword has been reforged…" The spirit king said "Who is the wielder of Narsil?"

"I…" He clears his throat before saying anything "I am Turalyon, leader of Theramore Isles and champion to the Alliance." He raise his sword towards the king "I came here, seeking the alliance of you men who were once in the world that was destroyed by Sauron and his twisted powers. All I ask is one thing from you all." He turns his head to the side then slowly moves his sword around towards the spirits "Fight for me, in exchange for this task, you will all be free and can finally rest in peace." He lowers his sword when looking back to the king "What's say you?"