"Bell!"

Marcus used his shield to block the abomination hook attack, and he felt as if his heart had swelled to the entire upper half of his body, and on top of that, it was as if another engine had started up, and the eruption was speeding up wantonly!

However, his opponent ignored his onslaught of stepping back and then kicking forward again.

Because Marcus found that he had been hit by a ghoul and scratched his calf, and despite the priest's urgent treatment, his movements were now greatly affected, and he had to think about what he should do when the huge blade that glowed with fierce light slashed at him in the process.

This monster with infinite power, which the young master called an abomination, was not simple! The sharp blade swung down, Marcus could only jump away, he didn't dare to use the fragile shield in his hand to defend, because he had already seen several unlucky soldiers cut into two pieces by this monster and the shield together.

This merciless technique seems to be as rough as if the engraver was trying to ruin his carefully sketched work of art on him.

Marcus dodges sideways again.

Because that abomination is constantly drawing knife after axe, axe after axe, as if it is strongly asserting its own sense of existence, it is simply a non-stop frequency, it is really hard to imagine that such a big man can have such a fast attack technique!

Marcus didn't dare to ask for help until he had to, because he knew that his partners around him had strong enemies to face, so he could only focus all his attention on the movement trajectory of the flesh-and-blood sword and axe, and staggered to dodge the opponent's attack again and again, so it was a joke that he still wanted to participate in the attack.

"Huh...... Hahh......" Marcus gasped, what a gaffe. In just a few seconds, he had already made himself breathless in the face of huge pressure.

And the fierce-looking abomination continued to force Marcus into position with its strange attack speed as if it were mocking.

The heat wave brought by the blade seemed to tear through the space, and it had already begun to burrow into the skin, and the moment the blade shaved the hair, his whole body had goosebumps. If this were a game, Marcus' health would have been cut by a blade like this. In the face of such a swift movement, it was already all it took to dodge the attack......

"Bang-"

It was a flame that fell from the sky!

That scorching and powerful light was the young master's holy light attack, which undoubtedly sounded the clarion call for Marcus to fight back!

Marcus adhered to the machete of the abomination of his right arm with the potential energy of gravity, taking advantage of the brief fainting after this nearly 4-meter-tall abomination was hit on the head by the holy light, the blood-red mist around his body began to condense on his legs and weapons, he endured the severe pain in his legs, jumped high like a catapult taking off, and clenched the Seiko longsword made by the master forgester of Ironforge with both hands, and slashed down heavily!

The feeling of slicing through the thick flesh was heard, and the abomination, which could not move when fainting, was cut off half of its head by Marcus with a sword!

But when Marcus landed with the corpse of the Abomination falling to the ground, his Seiko longsword could no longer withstand such rough use and shattered on the spot after being struck......

And the battle of Marcus is just a microcosm of this adventurous forced assault on the Andohar region......

......

After returning to Edlan and sleeping for a long time, the noise of the arrival of the first reinforcements woke Edlan in his sleep, and the 5,000-strong troops composed of the elite and royal guards drawn from the Lordaeron Royal City Guards were personally commanded by Lordaeron Field Marshal Osmar Garissus, while other troops in Tirisfa, the Silver Pine Forest, and some aristocratic territories with private soldiers also received urgent orders from the king and were requisitioned, but they would gather later.

Of course, Adelan's territory also received an order from the king, but there was also a letter sent by Edlan, saying that Marcus was only allowed to lead cavalry troops to attack, and that it was a waste of time to track down an evil spellcaster related to the plague on the edge of the territory, so he did not arrive in the first place.

Just kidding, Adeline knew that this marshal of Lordaeron could fight, but this guy was arrogant and arrogant, and his personality was reckless, and he played a good game of chess against him! He was the culprit who forced the high elves to rebel later! Adelan had a very bad sense of him, just as he had a bad sense of Adelan after learning that he had a cavalry team that could be quickly deployed in battle, but he was late.

However, His Majesty did not give a death order to the noble leaders to arrive within a limited time, so Marshal Garisus could not say anything, and the other party also had a very formal reason, "to find a suspected plague caster to investigate", which is not a trivial reason in the current situation, and no one can blame at all.

So he just wanted to see if he could wear Edlan's shoes on the battlefield.

And Edlan's abacus is to think that the baby pimple cavalry team that he has worked so hard to save money to accumulate, but he doesn't want to die meaninglessly under the command of this reckless man.

As early as the arrival of the 5,000-strong troops at the outpost of Lordaeron, Garissus had already begun to ignore Edlan's advice to advance steadily, and chose to have the infantry line in a scattered line, running forward in a cavalry group, as if others did not know that he was worried about the safety of His Royal Highness.

"Pushing these precious skilled soldiers into the abyss, you're doing Lordaeron a disservice!" Edlan scolded.

But the other party was unmoved, and Marshal Garissus glanced contemptuously at the young paladin, who was close to an incompetent rage in addition to bringing back valuable information, and said, "No, young baron, I am saving my country. ”

It was already dusk, and the marshal wanted to advance the line 10 miles in one go before dark, and did not hesitate to order everyone to participate in the attack after a short rest.

The 5,500 soldiers in the Lordaeron outpost poured out, and Edlan naturally participated in the attack, and he followed almost the whole process, to be precise, it should be that it was he who finally saved the lives of some soldiers.

Naturally, such a large-scale military operation could not escape the detection of the Cursed Sect, and soon, the soldiers of Lordaeron had not marched more than 3 miles before they encountered nearly 50,000 undead troops surrounded by both the Felstone Farm and the outskirts of Andorhar, but among them had not yet seen those who were generally 3 meters tall and bloated but unusually strong.

This gave a hint of luck to Edlan's heart, what if Garethus could really use the 5,000 elites to break through a way to save Arthas back to the royal city, so that he could cut off his way to the slaughter of Stratholme.

Marshal Garishers is also a high-ranking paladin, but he is not affiliated with the Knights of the Silver Hand. After the scouts found a large number of enemy intelligence back, he personally led the Chinese army to quickly form a formation and move forward, and the 1,000 heavy armored cavalry urgently transferred from the city of Lordaeron were handed over to his henchmen to command, after listening to the scout and Edlan, a suspected "witness", he was very arrogant that those skeletons and zombies, and even ghouls, would become his merits after he rescued His Royal Highness the prince and promoted to generalissimo!

But when Edlan spoke of the abhorrence of the undead and the war machine, he was greeted with a sneering sneer from His Excellency the Marshal, "There may be something you said, but there will never be a lot of them, and they are so bulky that our cavalry can just bypass them, just pack up the other undead and then pile them to death." Take it easy, young baron, war is not as terrible as you might think. ”

Then, Edlan was left behind as a spectator in the old and weak soldiers and some auxiliaries in the rear for his lack of experience in the war. Edlan didn't argue either, he had already hit enough walls and he was used to being called by reality and all kinds of people, and he just wanted to see how far this very capable Marshal Lordaeron could fight.

Soon, the first collision of the living and the dead on the scale of the legion on this land began.

Although Garissus was reckless, he was fortunate to have fully listened to Edlan's analysis of the undead, and he also did what a paladin should do well, before the battle, he stood on the front line, and applied the powerful king's blessing to the 500 soldiers who followed him on the front line, and activated the aura of piety.

Someone's evaluation: the ability to be decent, the ability to deal with decent. (Narrator: Nonsense, do you think they are all the same as perverted traversers like you?)

Inspired by the marshal's presence on the front line to fight side by side, the 500 soldiers began to erect their shields to form a shield formation after entering the range of the enemy's skeleton archers, and marched towards the undead army with steady steps.

"Knock knock ......"

"Bang, bang, bang......"

The arrows landed on the sturdy shield with a clanging sound, and the Royal Guard, who lined up behind the shieldmen, pulled out their precious muskets and began to fire at the enemy in the gap between the lines, knocking a dozen zombies to the ground in an instant. But let's be honest, the damage of the breech musket in the attack is very low, and it follows behind a tight array of shields, so how can the gunner play his role well in this environment?

However, Gallisus did not seem to intend to let the gunners be the key to breaking the enemy, and after the Royal Guards behind them took turns to finish a round of muskets in their hands, they also drew their melee weapons and followed the shield formation of 500 men to join the upcoming hand-to-hand combat.

The soldiers in the first row could even smell the disgusting stench of corpses, and some could even see the pus coming out of the mouths of the zombies corrupting its own fingers, but it was still "hobbling" towards its own array.

Although before the war, the marshal made a sensational speech on battle mobilization, and he was also on the front line to fight with the soldiers, in the face of such an extremely abnormal enemy, the hearts of the soldiers who saw such a battle at such a close distance for the first time were still full of fear, which was not courage, but the instinctive reaction of human beings to the unknown.

Soon, as Garethus's light solidified into a hammer that fell from the sky and smashed a skeleton of bones into a pile of slag, the infantrymen who followed him began to slash and stab as far as their swords could reach, killing the monsters in front of them with each blow, leaving only a deep mark on their shields or thick armor.

I have to say that after the real fight, it was time to find that this unknown opponent was not as powerful as he imagined, and the spirit of these soldiers was reinvigorated, and they played their role very well, cooperating with the overall front to slash and kill all the way and advance all the way, just like a boulder smashing into the water, they crashed into the undead army formation like a mountain and a sea.

The Royal Guards, who were close behind, either expanded their attack from either flank, or filled the gaps left by advancing forward, or filled the gaps in the hapless soldiers who had died in battle.

After cutting down a ghoul, Garissus used his holy energy to penetrate the two zombies again, he took the time to look around, and felt that the speed of his advance was okay, he was quite satisfied, and decided to keep his heavy cavalry as a killer weapon, and did not ask the 500 old and sick soldiers of Edlan, who were in the rear to act as guards, to participate in the attack.

How dare you call this an army of the undead?

After a backhand slash that eliminated the head of a zombie, Garrissus was in a good mood, and he felt that at this rate, he would be able to completely purge the undead near Firestone's farm after dark, so that he could build an advance base for his army closer to the Andohal region, and future reinforcements could come directly here to rest and fight, and there was no need to waste their physical strength from the Lordaeron outpost.

Gallisus had a good idea, but the reality was that he cut down one undead, but two more, or even three, popped up! And the other soldiers seemed to be pushing faster than he could kill, which made him slow down, and he found that the number of enemies didn't feel less at all as time went on, it should be said, it was like hacking down an enemy, and more enemies would pop up later!

This sense of despair that can't be killed can be killed begins to manifest itself with the loss of physical strength, the loss of concentration, the loss of weapons and equipment, and a large number of casualties are caused! And as the damned baron said, the corpses of the soldiers who had just died in battle, the blood in their bodies had not completely cooled down, and they stood up again, but at this time, instead of attacking the undead as the living, they became outright accomplices of death!

Seeing that the companion who was fighting side by side just now and would rather block the sword for you has now become an enemy and kills him, this can indeed arouse some blood bravery, but it is undoubtedly the biggest blow to morale!

There are necromancers!This scum of the human race has taken refuge in death, and they have learned this evil spell of enslaving the dead to fight! Gallisus regretted that he had not listened to the damned baron's advice, for he had found that his line had been stuck in place for a long time, and even in some places, it had become a sense of regression.

"Blow the trumpet and let the cavalry attack!"

After nearly an hour of fierce fighting, all the infantry involved in the attack were already a little overwhelmed, and the massive attrition had brought the force to the brink of collapse, when Garissus decisively committed his killer weapon, the heavy cavalry. And his mentality also subtly changed from the initial expectation that the heavy cavalry would be able to break the enemy in one fell swoop, to expecting them to be able to cover the retreat of his exhausted soldiers.

"Whew-"

The desolate trumpet sounded, which lifted everyone's spirits, because they all knew that this was the horn of the heavy cavalry to attack, and the heavy cavalry was synonymous with invincibility in the human alliance, even in the face of those green-skinned crumbs, the group charge of the heavy cavalry could easily kill the thick military formation that often required 2-3 human infantry to fight with 1 orc infantry!

In fact, this kind of offensive method that can be blocked by non-human power is mainly to disrupt the enemy's array and deployment, hit its morale, create fear, and then drive away the defeated troops, and use the enemy's defeated troops to break up the opponent's still formed formation, so as to achieve the effect of making the whole army chaotic and unable to command, and then trampling on each other.

Of course, there are also heavy cavalry to open the stalemate, and after breaking through the enemy formation, the infantry that follows up will further expand the results from this tear and stabilize the battle line.

However, this is all a war between the living, and Marshal Garissus does not seem to have figured out what kind of enemy he is facing with the heavy cavalry he relies on. The undead are not afraid of fear, they are not afraid of life and death, and they are not even worried about the chaos caused by the large number of deaths in their own military formations, and they are commanded by necromancers or higher beings, who are all commanded through spiritual networks, rather than through horns, flags, and other means like humans.

Therefore, Adlane watched coldly from the rear as the heavily armored cavalry struck from the flanks and rears with a sound like thunder, and rushed towards the dense undead when the speed of the war horses increased to the maximum.

Indeed, under the devastating advance of the heavy armored cavalry, the skeletons, zombies, and ghouls in front of them were cut like butter, but the thick and boundless undead army made all the charging heavy armored cavalry feel cold in their hearts. Because of the weight of the heavy cavalry, they could not charge for a long time, so they had to choose a relatively safe place to regroup after a round of charge, and then find a suitable position to re-enter, which was also a time for men and horses to get a short rest.

But now, with no end in sight, the undead army has put them in a dilemma after the first round of attacks. The commander who can command such an expensive killer force will naturally have no shortage of vision and experience, and he knows very well what the marshal wants him to do when he receives the order to attack, and at first he thought that it was not just to cover the retreat of the main force, this kind of thing is very easy. But when he led the 1,000 heavily armored cavalry into the enemy line, he felt that what they had just cut was not butter, but seawater.

Although a moment of courage can break through the surface of the sea or even penetrate the depths, the waves can restore it to its original state with a single round and forth......

And as time passed, the heavy cavalry who wanted to turn back and kill the enemy lost their speed, and their situation was even worse than that of the infantry, and they had to face the undead who came one after another from all directions!

Gallisus watched in despair as his loyal subordinates died one by one surrounded by the undead, he was angry, he was helpless, he and the remnants of the soldiers who had just retreated from the front line in his hands were exhausted, and he couldn't do another counter-charge to rush in to rescue those trapped cavalry, he could only watch like this......

The horses fell, the cavalry lay down, and even the grey sky seemed unwilling to see the land stained red with the blood of these fearless warriors and began to rain......

Even with such a huge victory, the undead did not seem to intend to let go of this human remnant army of less than 2,000 soldiers, and after drowning the heavily armored cavalry with a wave, the faster ghouls rushed out of the undead army and stepped on the bodies of skeletons and zombies at all, and rushed towards the retreating infantry.

The auxiliaries in the rear, who were not combat soldiers, had already begun to grease the soles of their feet, and Edlan could not stop them, so he led his horse and rode up, and in the opposite direction of the evacuees, he rushed in the direction of the soldiers who had retreated from the original formation, oppressed by the army of ghouls, and turned into a scattered rout.

After all, it's a pity that these soldiers with experience in fighting the undead died like this, how many of these elite soldiers can Lordaeron muster? 20,000 or 30,000? No matter how many, if you don't have a correct understanding of the undead's military strength, you can go up and send it to the enemy.

So Edlan went up, after most of the day's rest, most of the holy energy in his body had been restored, and he felt that as long as there were no accidents, it was still possible to cover this fleeing army, but how much he could save in the end could only be left to fate.

Edlan uses the speed of the war horse to break in from the side, his tactics are very simple, using the speed advantage of the war horse, only hovering in front of the enemy's front, never rushing into the enemy line indiscriminately, with the Holy Nova repelling the main, supplemented by the burning of dedication, and then ruthlessly use a few simulated ashes to awaken!

This allowed Edlan to ride alone, like a guerrilla, penetrating from the left side of the battlefield to the right, and then turning back several times, relying on the huge output of holy energy in his body, plowing a line of ash visible to the naked eye.

In fact, in the absence of powerful units like Abomination and Necromancer that can threaten Edlan from a distance, he keeps a certain distance from the undead and uses those two group skills at the same time, which can be said to be like a pair ......of scissors on the undead front!

And the undead also seemed to have received some kind of command, and after chasing out some invisible line, they stopped their slaughter, which also made Edlan, who was about to overdraw, breathe a sigh of relief.

It wasn't until Edlan, covered in sweat and dragging his exhausted body, back to the Outpost of Lordaeron that all who survived had the highest respect for the paladin who was too young to speak, even the arrogant and reckless Garissus put away his contempt when he saw the dividing line between the living and the dead created by the power of one man.

The next day, after receiving a total of 10,000 troops from the newly transferred reinforcements and the noble domains, the disgraced Marshal Garissus decided to attack again, but this time he was no longer reckless, but chose to move forward steadily. This tactic is good and effective, and in the face of the raging undead, the human army formed a defensive formation is like a solid rock and stands tall by the waves of the sea!

But half an hour later, after the entry of the war machine called Abomination, which caused the ground to shake with every step, everything was in chaos, and even Marshal Garissus himself was rushing towards a fellow who was different from the others with a dozen brave guards, it was more ferocious, burlier and higher, and it even had some low-level intelligence!

As a result, the abomination had made some effort to severely wound Gallissus, and all his guards had been killed, and if Edlan had been a second late, the future Generalissimo of Lordaeron would have been given an account here.

This is what was described at the beginning, that all professions were forced to deal with abomination, otherwise it would be a one-sided slaughter if only ordinary soldiers were relied upon......