It was such a pure killing intent, a complete destruction and annihilation of everything, that was as vivid as a poison dagger out of the sheath and at the same time emitted a cold and cold light, and at the same time announced to the world that the door to the end was about to open, killing, destroying, destroying, this kind of main theme in the billions of worlds destroyed by the Burning Legion frantically poured out, and now they are descending on the heads of Azeroth again, on the heads of those who want to fight to protect this beautiful world.

Just being glanced at by the tall demon who was so far away like looking at an ant-like thing, it was enough to make people feel an involuntary tremor from the bottom of their hearts, as if someone was holding a dagger against their spine at this moment, this kind of highly tense discomfort of not being able to grasp their own life and death would make people unconsciously fall into the delusion of being killed, for fear that the next moment the guy holding the dagger would end his life in the simplest and most brutal way......

Just think of the sharp and cold blade that will cut through the skin and muscles mercilessly, pierce the body, tear all body tissues like tofu, amputate the spine, and penetrate the heart...... It's as if such a fantasy can come true. Life or death is such a straightforward matter, and in the face of a hopeless and powerful existence that makes people look up to it in exchange for it, mortals can crush themselves with their own imagination alone.

Then, a strong impact launched a violent impact from the inside towards one's body! It was an unprecedented pain, sometimes it seemed that there were thousands of indescribable insects in the body biting and eating everything in one's body, and sometimes it seemed that the organs in the body had lost blood and muscles. Bones and even skins are protected, and they have to face the lightning storm that can destroy the world, and sometimes it is like being vibrated by the violent vibration of the earth's leylines, and the blood vessels are agitating, the muscles are expanding, the bones are broken, the organs are twisted, and the soul is torn......

All the words in this world that could be used to describe pain are overshadowed by this torture that seems to come from the depths of the soul.

And this is just Akmund's "ordinary glance", and Herold is very unfortunate to "look at" it. This directly led to the high-ranking paladins of the coalition who were fully armed, used the holy shield technique, and even had his companions urgently cast almost a full set of defensive spells for him, Adlan's star officer, flag bearer, sometimes cameo trumpeter, and Adelan's most favored young paladin Herod, he was convulsed like an electric shock next to Edlan, and under the full help of all those who reacted, under the glimpse of Akmund, he was easily hit hard.

As if the vitality and soul of his whole body had been drained, he fell down bleeding profusely, and no matter how the priests around him tried to heal him, it was useless, as if the wound was not caused by the laws of this world at all, and could not be healed by the holy light formed by the laws of this world......

It was an example to the monkeys, but it was also a show of strength, and in this way Akmund was declaring to the mortals who were still resisting, "Your resistance is pointless, the Legion will destroy everything!"

The fall of Herold made the surrounding priests confused and terrified, no one knew if this strange attack would befall them in the next moment, although they were all ready to die when they arrived in Kalimdor, but such an unclear and worthless death, and even being used to undermine their own morale, they simply could not accept it!

Edlan gave up on Herod's treatment, he stood up, glanced at the battle flag flying high behind him, and said calmly: "We can't let the brother troops see the joke, and we can't let those orcs look down on it. Take people down for treatment, the command station can't be messed up, blow the trumpet, and let Erigor prepare for battle. ”

Perhaps it was Edlan's sudden transformation from a soldier-loving general to a ruthless commander for victory, which made the officers at all levels and the soldiers who had been following him as part of the chain of command feel very uncomfortable for a while.

"Woo, woo"

The desolate trumpet sounded, and the front-line soldiers, who had not yet noticed the chaos on the command platform, began to obey the orders of the trumpet and slowly advance, their combat content was simple, guarding an invisible and very clear line within the range of the Night Elves' arrow rain, and this line was where their first echelon soldiers stood.

In order to reassure and strengthen the new "allies", Adlan handed over the first column of the infantry line to the heavy cavalry from Lordaeron, and after disembarking from the warhorse, these young men who had been accustomed to breaking through and chiseling were as solid as a rooted tree under the command of the Paladin Erigor from the former Knights of the Silver Hand, ready to meet the black frenzy.

Thrall stood dissatisfiedly behind the dense three-row line of human heavily, both he and his Kukaron unhappy with the human general's arrangement. Woking and his spearmen, on the other hand, did not change, and waited quietly for the enemy to come to their door. But they found that it didn't seem like they needed to do anything yet.

On the high slope on the left, the sentinel archers, who were replenished with ample firepower, inflicted great damage on the undead and demonic armies attacking from the bottom up, and the ranged spells of the rangers and magisters were ruthlessly and indulgently sprinkled on the heads of those invaders after being very safe!

The soldiers on the front line looked at the dazzling magic blasts and the dense rain of arrows in front of them, interspersed with a kind of gunpowder explosion that the dwarven mortar squad played very well! The pungent smell of nitric acid and gunpowder made them feel uncomfortable and morale even more because they saw the effective bombardment, but at the same time the soldiers applauded and felt a little frustrated that they were useless.

After carefully observing the situation on the front line for nearly 30 minutes through the engineering telescope, Edran confirmed that Akmund had not stepped forward for the time being, and in the face of excellent long-range suppression, the front-line troops he arranged did not even need to face the enemy directly, because those invaders, whether they were thick-skinned abominations and withered intestines, or those extremely aggressive demon guards, demon guards, etc., could not exceed the distance of 50 yards in front of the array.

Edlan touched his chin and looked at some of the terrain below the long ramp, then said to a herald beside him, "Go and ask General Santis if we want to."

The few positions they had given up had good blocking positions, and she was told that I thought it would be better for our defence if we could regain those positions. ”

"Yes, General!" the heavily armed herald departed.

It was Adlan's requirement that everyone in the camp be fully armed, not only the clergy on the front line, but also in this makeshift camp, everyone had to be fully equipped, including the priests and priests who were forced to put on armor, even if it affected their flexibility, no one objected, because they all knew that the enemy's offensive was not only ground advances.

As for the danger of the front line, it is obvious, although it is still relatively calm at present, but if the battle is really engaged, then those clergy will become the focus of the enemy's long-range fire, and their safety is also directly related to whether the soldiers on the front line can receive effective and timely treatment and protection.

Just imagine, if I cut you down, you may be injured and die, but if you cut it down, because I have the protection imposed by the clergy in advance, or immediately after the injury is treated to relieve the pain and bleeding, as long as I don't die on the spot, the clergy can still provide very effective help to the soldiers who are fighting.

Therefore, according to Edlan's request, he installed the clergy in the front line soldier phalanx in a ratio of 5 to 1, and 5 soldiers can enjoy the care of 1 clergyman, and after the addition of the tribe's shaman and witch doctor, this ratio can usually be increased to 5 to 2, which greatly increases the survival rate of the front-line soldiers, after all, the lowest and least valuable are usually those big head soldiers, no matter what kind of equipment they wear.

As the saying goes, a warrior without milk is a melon.

“biubiu”

At this moment, a piercing sound of breaking the air was heard from far and near in the sky.

"Watch for covert! Prepare for battle!"

There is no need for Edlan to remind them, these soldiers who have enough experience in fighting demons and undead naturally know what this sound represents, whether it is hellfire falling from the sky or the projectile of a large catapult unit.

This time it is obviously the former, after all, the terrain is limited, not only the heavy and large units such as the dwarf siege tanks on the coalition side have not come in handy, but even the Night Elves' throwing carts have invested very little, not to mention the enemy troops in a state of upward attack, their meat grinders can't cope with such a bad ramp at all, and the narrow terrain doesn't allow the undead to make a giant meat grinder like the siege of Silvermoon City, besides, Nao Zu and the Burning Legion are not of the same mind, at this time he has to pull his back legs to his heart's content, how can he honestly helpTherefore, the sentries standing on the high slope can easily control the throwing cart to break the meat grinder that is approaching for the range, and this kind of suppression alone can make the intruder's long-range attack ineffective, otherwise the light alliance will not be enough to stuff the opponent's teeth.

This is also why Adlane insists on demanding that even in the camp, those clergy should be fully armed and wearing armor, the enemy will not play positional warfare with you so honestly, and their means of surprise attacks are from the sky to the earth.

No, the tremor from the ground began to become clear, which made Edlan frown, in the sky, under the leadership of three dragons, to be precise, two dragons of the Red Dragon Legion, the Horned Eagle Beast Knights were moving back to a stalemate, and the whole battle was winning one after another, but they couldn't completely free up their hands to deal with the more and more hellfires, and this kind of piggybacking on the trouble was not enough for the people on the ground.

At the same time, the appearance of the crypt demon emerging from the ground was also very appropriate, this obvious tactical coordination made Adlane wonder a little, did the enemy's front-line commander suddenly change? Or did they have a long-standing mechanical upward attack just to divert the attention of the defenders from this time to cooperate with the raid?

"Boom, boom, boom......" Before Adelan could think about it, the hellfires that fell from the sky fell down!

The target chosen by the other party is very clear, first the command center, then the place where there are many people in the camp, or some tents and the like, which are nothing more than material storage places or temporary ambulance stations.

Of course, the attacks on the ground are also very orderly, with the shaman's lightning chain, the troll's spear, the paladin's divine shock, etc., killing the hellfire that is trying to destroy important locations in mid-air. And before the hellfires that fell to the ground could gain a foothold, the angry orc and human warriors who were on standby turned into red light and charged towards them!

As for the crypt demons that came out of the ground, the siege tanks that had been ready but didn't make it turned their guns around, and the stocky and heavy minotaurs also slammed them up with the totems of waiting!

The entire camp seemed to be chaotic by the attacking enemy, but if you look closely, you can see that everyone here is calmly doing their own thing, although there will be some soldiers who choose to collide with each other, but this will undoubtedly accelerate the defeat of the small number of raiding enemies.

This chaotic and orderly situation did not affect the safety of Adelan and the general on the command platform, Adelan himself is a hero-level paladin, and he is not a weak person around, he alone has successively blown down five hellfires that tried to directly smash the command platform, and the soldiers around him are not inferior, and they have taken action after those hellfires have landed, and the number of raids of this kind of goods is at least twice as large as the number can shake Edlan's defense here.

But at that time, Adelan arranged for the mages who stayed behind to be able to make meritorious contributions, didn't you see that Gianna was also gearing up?

Today's Adlan is not a person who needs to fight on the front line all the time, what he has to do in his capacity is to command the battle, not to stand on the front line and live and die with the soldiers, that is what the front-line commander should do, he has won the trust of all races, he should be here, under the banner of the Chinese army, shoulder the fate of everyone, shoulder the victory or defeat of the war.

This kind of pressure is no less than the sword and gun facing the enemy, and this pressure does not only come from the enemy, but also from one's own people, as the commander-in-chief, every one

Every decision will determine the life and death of some people, and he must be hard-hearted, just as he was very optimistic about Herold and very much wanted to train him to be an all-round soldier like Marcus, but in the face of the great enemy, he must abandon some of the pity and unnecessary care that he should have as a human being, and he can only pretend to be how to make the war win, and the many questions that extend around this.

Not long after, after calm had returned to the camp and the soldiers were disposing of the corpses of those who had been killed in the raid, the herald returned, bringing Santis' opinion, "Report! General Santis said that she had no opinion on your decision, and she also conveyed the order of Lord Tyrande, saying that the general command of the Night Elf army has been handed over to you, General, and that she will be at your disposal!"

Adelan's noncommittal "um" was accepted, Tyrande should not be pretentious when he handed over the command to him again at this time, the enemy is current, and she also knows that the situation of the Night Elves after losing the druid as a link is not good, so no matter how much she cares about Edlan, a foreigner, there is no way to cover up the characteristics of the other party and the trust of the various races that have been obtained, and there is indeed no one among the Night Elves who can stand up and provoke this pillar.

Adelan also figured this out before taking over the command, otherwise he wouldn't want to take over this kind of hot potato. So Adran observed the front line for 10 minutes again, and confirmed that even if the defense forces on the high slope were rotated, the army of the undead and demons could not break through to the 50 yard range, he took a deep breath and said to Gianna on the side: "Gianna, you fill the front row array with the sailors and dwarves who are good at playing with muskets, and we need to recapture the high slope position about 300 yards." ”

Hearing this, Gianna also quickly confirmed the mission target through the engineering telescope, "I see that location, what do I need to do?"

"Bring about 500 musketeers, maybe you're not familiar with attacking in this position, but that's okay, leave it to your officers, they will do a better job than you in this regard, and you need to bring some mages to expand your advantage and guard against magical attacks from enemies that could cause devastating damage to the attacking team, can you?"

"No problem, as long as it's not a high-level demon, Dalaran's battle mages can quickly detect the other party's intentions and counteract with spells. ”

"Alright, that's up to you!" Edlan said to the herald beside him, "Go tell Erigor to let the heavy armor retreat behind the orcs and make room." Tell Thrall that his time has come, but that he must follow our orders and let them charge when they do, and I don't want to wait for our musketeers to accidentally injure the friendly forces and cause any strife. ”

"Yes, General!" the herald and Gianna commanded.

"You go and let all the people on the hillside aim for the maximum range and cover our team's advance!"

"You go tell Liadline in logistics to immediately transfer twice as many supplies to the hillside hoarding point, you have to be fast! You must get it for me in 10 minutes!"

"Also, give me a trip to the Forest of Avina and ask for a new round of supplies, the arrows are running out faster than I thought, and I need Santis to send a reserve right away, and the troops in the camp will need to be replenished after we capture the target. ”

Herald after herald out on their horses, scattering towards their respective targets with the latest orders issued by Adlan.

The long-range strike offensive on the hillside was very beautiful, and the blocking force was so strong that the infantry had nothing to do at all. But such huge results are also based on the consumption of logistics without remembering. Fortunately, the Sentinels are ranged troops, and in terms of the reserve of arrows, the accumulation of these 10,000 years is simply too much to count, so these archers and rangers can indulge in the use of various multi-target and range archery skills to attack.

This kind of immediacy resistance battle also made Sylvanas very unhappy, if the Elven Gate had such a sufficient supply of arrows back then, she would at least be able to hold on for a longer time, and also leave more time for Silvermoon City to prepare, maybe she could find out the traitor Darkan directly!

It's a pity that history has no ifs......

After receiving Edlan's order, the entire coalition began to act, just like a hunter who had been dormant after discovering the weakness of his prey, quietly touched out his weapon, and was about to hit the prey head-on.

In a short time, the horn of attack was sounded from the battalion, and the heavy armoured soldiers parted and retreated from both sides like a tidal wave, and Thrall quickly adjusted the position of his army, and as the heavy armoured soldiers retreated, the dwarven and human musketeers were brought to the front.

Despite Thrall's unpleasantness, he quickly adjusted his mood before the battle, because the team was quickly disengaged, and for Thrall and his Kukaron guards, it was just a change of people standing in front of them, and they couldn't understand that these guys, who were neither heavy armor nor looked like they had any combat effectiveness, could be placed in the lead.

However, Thrall soon discovered that due to their advance, after losing the fire suppression of those ranged units on the high slopes, the number of enemies in front of them began to increase significantly, even if the speed of the team's advance was not fast, and the multi-stage musketeer advance and suppression did inflict heavy losses on those who were not afraid of death at all, even after the long-range attacks of the magicians, shamans, and spearmen suppressed, the enemy's deathless characteristics and numbers made up for their huge losses.

This put Gianna, who was in command at the front, in a dilemma, and the Musketeers could only do so in rotation, pushing the entire group 200 yards, while the nearest enemy was currently only at a delicate distance of 20 yards, and if she advanced further, she could not guarantee the number of casualties.

But just as Gianna hesitated, the relentless trumpet from the camp sounded again, a trumpet urging the attack to continue......

"No way...... Gianna frowned, adding a little more magic to the blizzard spell that was channeled, and the effect of the frost made those ghouls who wanted to rush forward almost freeze in place and be killed by the musketeers one by one, "Strengthen the firepower, let's move on!"