"Ares! We're surrounded! ”

In the midst of the bloody rain, a bloodied Drum shouted.

Despite being close to Ares, Ares still couldn't hear what he was shouting, and in the chaotic battlefield, people were dying every moment, and the insects were like quicksand, killing them inexhaustibly. They emerged from the ground and disrupted the Alliance's formation. At the same time, the tribe was in turmoil.

What's even more terrifying is that the main force of the Scourge Legion seems to have all been dispatched, and in the middle of winter's horn, dense undead soldiers pounced on the main forces of the Alliance and the Horde from all directions. They are like beasts trapped in a sand pool, fighting for their lives, fighting for the trapped beasts with little hope.

Although Varian joined forces with Khadgar and Gianna to kill the Nibru Bug King, Anubrak. However, the swarm is still resisting. Their numbers have not decreased, and their combat effectiveness has not decreased. The words on the deed shimmered with golden light, a strong reaction triggered by the whispers of the undead. For a moment, Ares understood, or rather guessed. The Lich, it's the Lich! There is another commander in this vast army of the undead. It was he who took over Anubrak's command of the swarm. As long as the lich is there, the undead army will pounce on the Alliance and the Horde. Until everyone's stamina is exhausted.

Only by killing it can there be hope of victory......

Ares narrowed his eyes and looked firmly ahead. The battle in front of us has not been able to solve the fundamental problem. and the Scourge Legion, whether it is the Alliance or the Horde, will be buried in this cold northern continent.

"Jean, Bridget, Liadrin, Arator and Drum, help me hold them down!"

On the bloody battlefield, Ares turned and shouted to his companions.

In the noisy shouting of killing, only Jean and Arator could hear it clearly, and the others had little time to care. The old wolf struggled to tear apart the ghoul in front of him and gave Ares a gesture to hand it over to him, no problem.

"What are you going to do?"

Arator asked, puzzled. He was closest to Ares, as he had been a member of the Order in the first place.

"Capture the thief and capture the king first."

Ares muttered to himself, speaking an outer space language that no one could understand......

"What?"

Arator couldn't help but look confused.

"It's just that I'm going to rush in and kill the Scourge Commander."

Ares' bloodstained face was full of determination. As indestructible as his words are, he does what he says.

Just as Ares called out to his air companion, Arator suddenly grabbed him by the shoulder—

"Take me, I'll be with you."

He was in good spirits, and even if he was injured, he was still undaunted. For a moment, Ares felt a pang of relief. The dedication of the Knights, who had passed away for many years, was on full display in this half-elf. However, he could not take him with him, he was the son of Tulayan, and the favorite nephew of Sylvanas and Winlessa. His safety is related to the hearts of many people. Having this young man by his side will only distract him.

"No, you should stay in the Knights, your strength is not enough. Not enough for us to break through the defenses of the scourge undead together. ”

Ares said as he expertly jumped on the Snow Eagle. This time, he was going to attack from the air and launch a dive. The fight against the Scourge is hopeless, and only through adventures can we see the light in despair.

He tightened the reins and was ready for an adventure. In the air, dozens of battle griffons circled and let out a terrible scream.

Then, before Arator could continue to object, Ares let out a loud shout, and the snow-colored griffon carried Ares into the sky. When the eagle struck the sky, all of it, all the chaotic battlefields, all the evil roars and the mists of blood were left behind. Flaming meteorites rained down from the sky, and arrows from the Alliance and the Horde rained down. It forms a magnificent picture of the decisive battle in Northrend.

"Brothers, now, follow me and kill the heart of darkness together!"

Ares shouted.

"For Azeroth!"

The Hammer Dwarves let out an exhilarating roar. Twenty-three battle griffons braved the fire and gargoyles to charge.

The polar wind was blowing in front of him, and under his feet, there was a dense army of the undead. It was almost endless, and Furstad personally led the team, covering Ares all the way to the sprint. They are looking for the commander of the Scourge Legion. Overlooking the entire battlefield, it is like a colony of thousands of ants fighting frantically around Donghug Lake.

……

"Damn, where is he going!?"

With a large sword in hand, Drumm slashed through the zombies in front of him with a single sword, and rushed to Arator to question loudly.

Blood dripped from his hair and cheeks, as if he was coming from a pool of blood.

"He's gone looking for the Scourge Commander."

"You should stop him! This is self-defeating! ”

Grabbing Alator's breastplate, Drumm roared in anger. On the periphery, there is an endless army of natural disasters. The Frost Dragon was approaching, and he knew Ares didn't stand a chance. Even if all the air forces of the alliance supported Ares, they would not be able to fight the Frost Dragon.

"Dram, don't you know Ares' personality?"

Jean let out a low roar and slapped down the zombie in front of him with one claw.

The undead surrounding the coalition were increasing by the hour, and Ronin, Khadgar, and Gianna were almost running out of spell energy. Theramore's armies fought alongside Alliance warriors, while the Horde launched a bloody counterattack led by Sarufar and Hellroar.

However, there are too many undead. The combined strength of the Horde and Alliance is less than 200,000, while the army of the undead is at least a million. Each clan and Alliance warriors must fight against at least five or more undead. And that's not even counting the horrible abominations and death knights.

The roar of hell let out a giant-like roar, and the blood roared and smashed into a ghoul, slicing through the ghoul's neck, and the orc stepped on the dead ghoul, brutally pulled out the tomahawk, and swung it at the ghoul who pounced on the other side. This axe directly cut off the ghoul's arm in the air, and with a splash of blood, the ghoul screamed and fell to the ground, and Hell roared and stomped on the ghoul's head with its big foot.

On the other side, Valera wielded her twin swords, blinding the zombies, her nimble body dodging the slashes of the undead, jumping behind them, and slashing their necks cleanly. The moment the undead archer pulls the bow, he pulls the other zombie in front of him and blocks the cluster of arrows. He then quickly drew his dagger and threw it in a flying direction, striking the skull shooter's head. The eerie white bones instantly showed several cracks......

But the tide of the undead still surrounded the Union Legion.

The entire shore of Dongyong Lake was full of endless blue, which was the faint blue that bloomed in the eyes of countless undead......