In the game, the Silverpine Forest and the Tirisfa region have been increased with the spell effect of the "Dark Skydome", and like the Wraith Lands, not even a ray of sunlight can shine into this land. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info didn't know whose hand it was, but Dick was almost certain that no one would do anything like that except for Kel'thugad and the Scourge of the Dead.

The dark canopy is blocked from the sun, and the combat power of the undead will not be damaged, and it will become more and more powerful, which is one of the reasons why Quel'Thalas's ranger troops will be almost wiped out in the Ghost Land. On someone else's home field, in the face of a strengthened enemy, your own side does not have a numerical advantage at all, is there any other way to go except defeat?

However, now, the scope of the dark canopy is only a large part of Tirisfa, and even Kel'thugad can't arrange a complete dark canopy until the Silver Pines Forest is completely occupied, so the Fourth Legion, although it is very difficult to resist, gritted its teeth and held out until the next day after the battle mages of Dalaran joined the battle sequence.

In the light of the sun, the roars of the soldiers and the wails of the unfortunate filled the uninhabited place, and the alternation of life and death took place every moment, and the voices, positive and negative, mixed together to make the place more and more like hell.

With a heavy decapitating axe in his hand, Gathiris stood in front of the array of soldiers, swinging the axe and slashing at the sea of undead that was constantly impacting the front line from the darkness behind, and the soldiers around him would change their faces almost every two minutes, even in the face of the most vulnerable walking corpses, in the dense battlefield, the space left for ordinary soldiers to dodge was too small.

Not to mention, after retaking the Thurberchel line, Gasseris hoarded a large amount of stones and timber on both sides of the line, compressing the road that was enough for ten carriages to travel together to a third, and the wood doused with the special fire oil brought by the mages burned brightly, keeping the fragile walking corpses out of the battle line.

The Sea of the Undead was like encountering a narrow estuary, their numerical superiority was greatly neutralized, and in the thud of burning wood, this silent force of destruction was still slowly advancing, looking down from the sky, it was like seeing a black tide, constantly lapping against the battle line of the Fourth Legion.

The battle mages don't need to be close to the battlefield at all, they stand on the high platform behind them in a loose formation, as long as the mana is enough, they can squander any magic at will, and they don't need to aim anyway, just throw it at the sea of the undead.

Fireballs, ice, arcane missiles, when the pressure on the battle line is huge, there will be old mages who throw a piece of magic with a range of damage to relieve the pressure of the front-line soldiers, and even the mage apprentices are under the harsh scene, wearing leather armor, constantly pouring fire oil on the wood on both sides of the battlefield to maintain the burning of the fire.

The foul smell of gunpowder smoke enveloped the entire battlefield, and the ignited walking corpse could quickly ignite a circle of undead around it, but to be honest, it was useless, the biggest weapon of the undead was their number, which was an almost unsolvable problem.

But even then, in the face of the undead who have been reunited into an army, the skeleton archers who hide behind the walking corpses and continue to slaughter ordinary soldiers with arrows, and the skeleton mages, Gathiris is still unable to reduce the casualties.

This is still when there is a mage of his own to suppress the opposite side.

"Get out of here, don't try to touch me!"

Gathris's injuries have not fully recovered, but his butcher-like fighting style has continued, holding the decapitator axe in both hands, he took two steps forward, transferring the accumulated kinetic energy to the heavy axe in his hand, a black arc of light flashed in front of him, and more than a dozen walking corpses in front of him were cut into stumps flying left and right under this blow.

The blow also halted Gasseris's attack for a minute, but the soldiers around him immediately raised their shields and quickly protected him, taking him back to the battle line.

Fighting the undead is a very boring thing, no matter how much you slash and kill, don't expect the guy on the other side with rotten vocal cords to make a sound, but it is not a kind of army, and it seems to be a very unfortunate thing to face such a silent but tireless and unflinching enemy.

Gathiris had always been well aware of this, and unless he could get the support of all the forces from the Eastern Continent, it would be impossible to win this war by relying only on the Fourth Army and Dalaran.

60W undead, this is just the trees in the Tirisfa region, plus Sidaronmir and Quel'Salas, the total number of undead under Arthas's command can easily exceed 150W, which is an absolutely terrifying number, and the soldiers in the entire northern frontier combined, are only 15W.

In other words, Arthas was able to push the entire northern frontier without even having to take a stratagem and press all the soldiers up, and from this point of view, what Dick did in Quel'Thalas could really be regarded as a miracle.

"Quack, quack, quack!"

Just as Gasseris threw the heavy battle axe in his hand at a ghoul who pounced, a scream enough to puncture anyone's eardrums exploded in Gasseris's ears, and he jerked his head up, and in the noon-not-day sun, a large dark cloud was flying out of the forest where Tirisfa and the Silver Pine Forest met.

Obscuring the sky and the sun, the noise is endless.

"Gargoyles!

Gasseris shouted behind him, then grabbed the herald by the shoulder, "Go tell the mages to clear the sky as fast as you can!"

The herald held his head tremblingly, and rushed towards the mage position in the rear of the army, in fact, he didn't need to give orders, the mages of the battle mage sequence were not dead scholars, they knew very well what was the biggest threat to the current position.

So when the gargoyles approached the line of the Fourth Legion, the ugly guys who rushed the fastest, like black bats, seemed to rush into a layer of foam, and then these unlucky guys felt that their wings were useless, and no matter how hard they flapped, they couldn't stop themselves from falling.

For a moment, the sky seemed to be raining black "raindrops", and in the case of not being able to control their bodies, the gargoyles decisively chose to turn into stone statues, and then smashed into the position in various funny ways, and were surrounded and killed by the stout soldiers who had been prepared for a long time and were armed with destructive hammers.

If Kel'thugad was here, he could see at a glance what the mages were doing, that shield surging with a faint white light, it was... That's Dalaran's signature circle, the Forbidden Sky!

Although these mages only came up with a low-level version of the forbidden air array, the coverage area and the strength of the forbidden air were far inferior to the forbidden sky circle of Dalaran itself, but it was enough to deal with these low-level gargoyles.

However, the opening of the forbidden space circle allowed most of the energy of the battle mages to be focused here, and the result was that the sea of undead that had been suppressed was tumbling again.

The battle line presided over by Gasseris is constantly compressed, if it were not for the strict military discipline of the Fourth Legion, these soldiers would also be fighting for revenge, I believe that this time, the front of the battle line, almost as high as 70% casualty rate, would have collapsed the ordinary army.

Gasseris was still standing there, this crazy tough guy, like a big rock blocking the tide, standing in the way of not retreating.

"So... Just die here!"

The big man, who looked a little rough, grabbed the weapon handed over by the guard next to him with both hands, his eyes were clear, and he stared directly at the hideous walking corpses that kept "rushing" towards him.

His will and mind seemed to be separated at this moment, and he saw that in front of the palace of Lordaeron, in the air covered with flowers, he was wrapped in the cheering crowd with the Fourth Legion that had returned victoriously.

He saw Lordaeron's banner flying high above the top of the Golden Palace.

He saw the brave and fearless soldiers, their faces full of pride, following behind him.

However, as soon as the picture turns, the city is destroyed, the battle flag falls, and the black-blue figure, he comes with endless despair, destroying everything he knows well.

He saw the rolling black tide inexorably drown out everything he cherished, his family, his children, and the lives he had sworn to protect.

He saw... Seeing his own death, he was not afraid of death, what he was afraid of was that when he fell, there would be no one like him, standing on this land, fighting for those things that had been lost!

"So... Just die here!"

Gathris's lips moved, he gave up his defense, like a battering ram, and pounced on the rolling walking corpses and ghouls, no one could stop him, and at this moment, Gathris's fearlessness, and his love for the land, almost soaked the sky of this land.

"Hey, hey... Mortal, for a mortal, you're pretty good!"

Gathiris gasped, holding his body with the black steel battle axe in his hand, just when he was exhausted, the undead around him seemed to have received an order, and actually stopped the attack, surrounded him, and the soldiers who rushed into the sea of the undead with him were all killed, only he was still holding on.

The generalissimo tried to raise his head, but a green shadow struck him like a whip, sending the resistless Gathiris flying, the golden armor scattered in all directions, and Gathris's helmet was struck into the sky.

The Generalissimo's body wounds cracked again, and he rolled through the air for weeks, falling to the dirty ground in embarrassment, opening his mouth and spitting blood, he... It's to the limit.

What caught Gathris's eye was a monster more than 3 meters tall, and it was like a demon... No, this is the demon, dressed in gorgeous green armor, with long curved horns on the top of his head, a hideous face, legs like sheep's hooves, two hands with hideous bone claws, and large green gems on his wrists.

A Nasrezm, an observer of the Thurberchel Front, one of the three Dreadlords hidden in the kingdom of Lordaeron, Desellock, a cunning and cruel demon who loves to collect unique souls, like Gasseris, the unyielding soul that sees death as his favorite.

"Are you still holding on? Look behind you, your soldiers have collapsed! What's the point of holding on?"

Deserok grinned, stretched out his bony claws and scratched his chin, his voice became eerie, like a hypnotic sound that attracted sleep, and Gasiris's eyes were confused for a moment, but in an instant they regained clarity.

"Don't think... Don't try to play with my will, demon!"

Gaseris struggled with difficulty, but when he found that his hypnotic spell did not work for Gaseris, Deseroc also seemed to be interested, it stepped forward, stretched out its sharp claws, and wanted to pierce Gaseris's body, but at this moment, a rich black-red energy was like a hidden poisonous snake, suddenly poked out of the dense forest not far away, and accurately grasped Deserock's huge body.

"Who is it?"

The body of the Dreadlord was carried by the great power of this death grip and was pulled towards the dense forest, but he was also a high-lord level creature, and his whole body was filled with magical energy, causing its huge body to fly away into a black bat, like a pitch-black storm spinning, reuniting in another part of the dense forest.

"Who are you, lackeys of Arthas, and how dare you disturb me, I want to..."

De Serok saw the tall death knight in black skull armor standing in the dense forest for the first time, and the irascible demon immediately screamed, but just as it was about to destroy the death knight who dared to offend it, his eyes fell on the blood-red greatsword that the death knight held in his hand.

When he saw this sword, all the complaints and ferocity of Desailok were scared back into his stomach.

He... He recognized the sword, to be precise, he came from the same place as the sword.

Is that... That's the apocalypse!

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There was a loud bang in the sky~ The popular character Uther God appeared !! scattered flowers to celebrate!!