"Brothers, today is a glorious day, a great day for mankind, and a day for the dying of the undead entrenched in the mountains. Following in the footsteps and glory of our ancestors, we will go out of the city to slay these polluters, the dregs of these scourge legions. From now on, Lordaeron will be shrouded in peace and sunshine! ”

"Roar, roar, roar......"

At the gates, Maxwell, the defender of Lordaeron, shouted to the thousands of warriors of the Knights of the Silver Hand. With the Order at its center, Lordaeron's army uttered a fierce cry. Their morale was high and their spirits were high. Stormwind's army is just outside the city, and from here, they and Varian's legions will encircle the undead outside the city.

"Raise your shields and draw your swords, for Lordaeron!"

Maxwell shouted.

In the next moment, the main gate of Lordaeron slowly rose. Ten thousand Lordaeron soldiers slowly left the city under the leadership of General Maxwell. Like a silver ribbon, it traveled along the town road leading from Lordaeron to Brill. Outside the city, the two towers of the city were like loyal guards, watching the human legion slowly leave the city.

Brill Front.

The Forsaken were forced into the fortress, and the town's defenses were almost immediately breached, and with no heavy troops resisting, the Forsaken fought and retreated.

"Let the necromancer out!"

In the town hall, the Grand Apothecary Pretes yelled in frenzy.

"Once the necromancer comes out, he can't control it!"

But Preitus' order was again opposed by the dark ranger Nathanos. As the general of the Forsaken, the elite, he has the right to speak, but Putress has reached the limit of his patience.

"I am their leader, you are the Ranger, not the king of this place, not the king of the forsaken! Do you understand? Nathanos. ”

Putress yelled. His eyes glowed red, a different color from those of the Forsaken, bloodthirsty eyes like beasts. Nathanos instinctively felt something, but he wasn't sure, and he didn't dare to say it. In this case, his rhetoric will not be recognized by everyone.

Soon, seven captured necromancers were released from the basement.

"Now, manipulate these puppets."

Standing in the central square of Brill, Putress commanded in a stern tone.

Where his fingers pointed, there was a pile of white flower stumps, severed arms, and carrion entrails. The crowd knew what he wanted to do, and the natural calamity was an abomination that was once their terrible memory. But now, for the sake of the continuation of the race, the Forsaken have to stand with these monsters once again. It's a pity that they were killed by these monsters before they died, and although they were lucky enough to have free will, they had to be with them......

Necromancers who have been freed have no ink, their power, the power they have gained, and now is the time for them to show it. Despite the fact that they were once prisoners of the Forsaken and were mistreated. But now, they almost tacitly agreed that those living outside the town were their enemies.

With the lich's acquiescence, the necromancer casts the spell again.

Piles of arms and torsos on the ground began to reassemble and assemble, rotting white flesh and entrails glued together under the action of black energy. A large amount of carrion piled up and gathered together, turning into terrifying "giants". Pairs of thick arms twisted and coiled together, protruding from their fat bodies, the whole process of creating abomination was terrifying, like hellfire obeying the orders of a warlock, and when the abomination rose from the ground, the monsters all turned their heads and stared blankly at their master, the necromancer who made them.

"What are you waiting for, let them attack and crush the Alliance!"

Putress exclaimed excitedly.

A dozen abominations let out a terrifying roar and burst through the fence, wielding flail and iron ropes as they slashed at the outlying Union troops. On the second floor of a building in town, the lich Kergassud stood in the shadows, smirking at the scene......

Outside town.

"Do you feel it?"

"What?"

In the shadow of the sword, Varian turned his head to ask his king's guard, however, as an ordinary Alliance warrior, the guard looked confused. He saw nothing but the bloody corpses and dust in his eyes, and he could hear nothing but the incessant shouts of killing and the sound of weapons blowing.

But Varian felt it.

"The earth, the earth trembles."

Varian said, frowning.

He looked up into the distance.

There, several fat figures were appearing at the end of the line of sight.

"It's an abomination!"

At this time, the convoy also found out. The royal guard shouted.

"Disperse the soldiers, and the archers concentrate on the target!"

In the next second, Varian directly gave the order for tactical adjustment.

Soon, the front-line troops slowed down the offensive against the Forsaken. The crossbowmen and archers in the back row moved forward. Against ordinary undead soldiers, arrows falling in a parabola can also have a killing effect. But against a big guy like Abomination, a falling parabolic arrow obviously won't be able to do real damage to them. You must shoot from the front or from a height.

The legion is constantly adjusting in a short period of time, which is a military quality that has only been possessed after rigorous training and countless baptisms of war.

The team commanders, the captain shouted, and the rest of the soldiers gasped and staggered.

The fat Abomination dragged the heavy chains as it ranched, and on the Alliance's side, in order to gain more time, the Dwarven Griffin Knights ventured down from the sky and hurled the Storm Hammer at the Scourge Abomination to stop the monsters from closing in on the Legion's defenses. Gain valuable adjustment time for the Seventh Legion.

On the ground, flames and lightning snapped past, rolling up scorched dust.

The Forsaken Shooters supported their Abomination charge in the rear......

"Let them come, these cattle!"

Standing at the front of the Legion on horseback, Varian roared.

Immediately, countless arrows shot out from his side, flying towards the fat abomination.

However, with the exception of two Abominations who fell during the charge, the other thirteen Abominations crashed headlong into the Alliance's position like brute bulls. Dozens of Alliance soldiers were instantly knocked away and flattened, rolling up a mist of blood in the sky, and screams rang out in all directions.

With a deafening battle cry, Varian rode out, laughing madly at the oncoming abomination and swinging a hammer ball at the Stormwind King. Heavy iron balls whizzed through the air, Varian's eyes glowing a vengeful, blood-red. The moment the iron ball hit him, he leaped high with the help of the stirrup, and the abomination weapon struck the horse's head. Blood burst out of the horse's skull, and then, the whole horse went limp, and the horse fell to the ground with a stumbling hoove, and at that moment, Varian jumped and landed on the head of the abomination.

On the trembling earth, Varian roared, like a gladiator who slaughtered the Minotaur in the past, holding his sword in both hands, and piercing the enemy's head with a sword!

Puncture! Thick black blood shot out of the abominator's fat head, spraying Varian, his bright armor stained with foul blood. Abomination roared and fell to the ground, and Varian jumped to the ground again. Pull out your own weapon from the fat skull. Sarameni was stained with the stench and rotting blood......