The battle on the battlefield of Angasa was in full swing, and for the first time, the coalition forces had the upper hand on the frontal battlefield with the support of Dalaran's stronger and more violent firepower, and they slowly but non-stop advancing, and the unstoppable stream of darkness was being broken through little by little under the bombardment of the massive magical blasts that the mages threw through Dalaran's charging circle. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Like a walnut slowly smashed open by a heavy hammer, the road leading to Angasa from the ground is being cleared little by little.

The coalition forces have undoubtedly become excited, and when you are out of that kind of battlefield with tens of thousands of people, you can always control your emotions autonomously, and can only passively follow the large army forward, forward.

The elite knights led by Mograine and Old Verding have become veritable firefighting teams, and they will rush there when they are needed, and in the most intense places of battle, the re-encamped Delaney heavy thunder cavalry almost constantly run over the battlefield of the natural disaster, but this charge is not for breaking the enemy, but for defense!

It's hard to imagine, isn't it? But that's the way it is, the path cleared by the Thunder Elephant Cavalry will be refilled by the surrounding undead in less than 10 seconds, and even the human heavy cavalry that is closely behind the Thunder Elephant Cavalry will be blocked by this surging darkness.

The weight of the horses and knights could no longer cope with such a scene, and they could only move forward with the infantry, and the artillery positions in charge of the gnomes and goblins had been muted five minutes ago, not because the undead had raided there.

Rather, it was because the barrels of more than 130 large engineering field guns were overheated, and there was a risk of blowing up the chamber if they were fired again.

The dwarf and goblins, who threw pumps into the wells used to get water from the camp, pumped out the icy groundwater, and sprayed the reddened barrels in a frenzy, no doubt seriously reducing the accuracy and safety of the artillery, but to hell with it for now.

Even if you fire a cannon with your eyes closed, every shell will take away hundreds of undead, but even this killing efficiency is still not enough!

"The 3rd Flying Squadron takes off!"

On the humble airfield, rows of engineering aircraft made of wood and steel were taking off from the ground at the speed of birds returning to their nests, and all the moving creatures were captured by these little engineers, even the wounded soldiers.

An orc soldier with bandages in his hands sat cramped in the cramped flying machine, he was a little clumsy in his grip on the flying machine's mine, and the dwarf with a flying hood next to him threw him a hood and shouted at him in the sound of artillery fire,

"Listen, I'll take care of the driving, and when I say pull it down, you're going to pull it down, understand?"

The orc nodded, and the next moment, the red flag in front of the aircraft fell, and the dwarf stepped on the special control board, and the entire aircraft flew forward in a clattering vibration, and then slanted into the sky in the frightened cry of the orc.

A few seconds later, the dwarf pilot's voice rang out in the foul black smoke and wind,

"Hey, big man, listen to me count!"

“3”

“2”

“1”

"Pull it off!"

The orc controlled his arm with the last shred of reason, he slammed the handle down, and the next moment, in the happy screams of the gnomes, the large flying machine underneath it, as if a furrow had been opened, black bombs continued to spill out of it, and along the path of its flight, an S-shaped curtain of flames was plowed into the ground.

The orcs with goggles looked at the undead lines below that had been completely blown apart in the rising explosions and flames, and couldn't help but let out an excited roar, around this strange combination, at least 30 dwarf bomber aircraft and goblin small airships flying at the same time, and smaller and more agile dwarf combat vehicles followed the griffin and bipedal wyvern formations, constantly clearing the entire sky of gargoyle opponents.

This battle is not only a battle of courage in the civilized world, but also the opening battle of engineering miracles that have never been noticed before.

Arthas was also observing this war, his eyes at this time no longer had that kind of freehand and lightness, although he still thought that the undead would not be defeated like this, but from the battlefield of Angasa, which had been completely divided into three parts, he vaguely felt that if this continued, he might usher in a real defeat.

The separated undead will be defeated, Angasa will fall, the gate to Icecrown will fall into the hands of his opponents, and his country of death will become a closed cage...

Shut the door and beat the dog... A word jumped into Arthas's head, and the next moment, he was enraged!

"Bastards! You don't want to beat death!"

The Lord of Death would not allow defeat to happen to him, he sat on the throne, holding the Frost Grief in his hand, his will spread throughout the entire Icecrown Fortress at this moment, and the next moment, the icy blue fire of all the undead roaming the southernmost part of this wilderness was activated, whether it was a massive Scourge Behemoth, or a Constructed Colossus like a Savage Giant, the lowest-level ghoul, a silent and cold Death Knight, or even an ice dragon paraded in the sky.

All living beings, all Alsace subordinates, all the dead souls around the entire Icecrown glacier, are under one will, marching towards the Gate of Angasa.

Walk... Benz... Soon, a tide of death formed.

"You came across the world, sacrificing yourself and others, just to open this door?"

Arthas's deep voice sounded throughout the battlefield, every one of them sounded in the ears of the soldiers who were in battle, and there was a special concussive sound, and the next moment, the Lich King's voice became grim, like a turning point that beat at the very end,

"You want to challenge death? You want to face death?"

"I'll help you!"

"Boom"

Under the will of Arthas, the dusty black gate that seemed to never be opened slowly opened at this moment, the gate of Angasa was like the dark mouth of the giant beast opened, the sharp and interlaced steel gate was the teeth of the giant beast, and now, the mouth was open!

An ice-blue light lit up in the open gate of the Angasa, and the sound of staggering and running, trampling the earth.

Undead!

The tide of darkness once again rushed out of the open gate of the Angasa Cave, and the number... Endless!

Old Fording and Mograine rounded, seeing the open door in the distance, and the dark turbid current spitting out of the beast-like gate, the eyes of the two men met in the air, and the two essences lit up.

Ten minutes later, the Undead Scourge with the support of the new forces once again took the absolute initiative on the battlefield, and they began to fight back, and the corners of Arthas's mouth also sneered.

In his hands is the most powerful power in all of Azeroth, and behind him stands the eternal death... Who can fight him?

Angasa will become the last graveyard of these fools who provoke death beyond their means, and he will also harvest a truly powerful dark army, and everything will be better...

The Lich King chuckled, and with a flick of his left hand in dark blue armor, the open Angasa gate slowly closed again, as long as he didn't... No one will be able to break through this door!

But at the moment when the gates of Angasa were completely closed, at the moment when the spirits of the undead in the southernmost part of the entire icecrown glacier were driven away, the earth-shattering explosion sounded in another place... Alsace's eyes turned sharply to the southeast of the icecap,

"Echo Valley!"

Arthas's body jerked up from his throne, and he could see more clearly that in the Valley of Echoes, the southernmost point where the entire Icecrown and Storm Crags meet, in the valley surrounded by dark walls, a mad army of dwarves was wreaking havoc.

"Damn, when, when!"

Arthas was almost going crazy, he had just thought that the entire Icecrown Glacier was defenses foolproof, and what was happening in the Echo Valley was like a slap in the face, a lifeless face, full of hideousness and madness.

"What time the hell is it?"

Muradin didn't pay attention to Arthas's surprise, and when he learned that the undead forces in the southernmost part of Icecrown Glacier had reached an all-time low, he launched a decisive surprise attack.

The giant black iron drilling machine drilled through the frozen ground and sent the first dwarven heavy armored soldiers to the surface, and when they began to charge, Muradin personally rushed out of the secret passage of the frost dwarves with the rest of his troops, and the situation of nearly 10,000 dwarven warriors charging together was amazing!

The bombs thrown by the dwarven cannons and musketeers set off a storm of flesh and blood on the frozen ground, and the continuous onslaught of the furious dwarves, how could the undead who stayed in the Echo Valley not really be the elite, how could they stop such a strong attack?

The entire Echo Valley was turned upside down almost instantly, and the earth spirits who set out to block the mouth of the Echo Valley almost as soon as the raid began, it was obvious that this was a planned attack!

"Don't think!"

Arthas let out a low roar, Frostmourn's blade pointed straight at the location of Echo Valley, the Icecrown glacier was covered with his soldiers, and these dwarves were bound to be crushed to powder in the continuous onslaught!

He never doubted this!

But the next moment, the empty response in the spirit world made Arthas suddenly come back to his senses, just ten minutes ago, all the undead in this area had just been thrown into the battlefield of Angasa, unless he personally rushed to the Valley of Echoes with the death of the Icecrown Fortress left behind, otherwise the closest undead to the Valley of Echoes would take a full 20 minutes!

In 20 minutes, these crazy dwarves can clean Echo Valley twice!

He has no soldiers to use... He's been tricked!

"Hehe... Good plan... Good strategy, divert the tiger from the mountain!"

Arthas let out a low chuckle, his eyes turned back to the still fierce battle of the Angasa battlefield, he seemed to see the mocking smiles of Old Fording and Mograine, he took a deep breath, and Frost Grief pointed sharply at the center of the glacier, where Imiheim, the gathering point of the Jurdinviku people, was also the strongest army under Arthas, and the closest army to the Valley of Echoes.

"But if that's all there is to it... You're going to lose!"