More than a thousand twisted figures of various sorts rushed into the fortress through the gaps in the walls. This was the first time that the Watchtower had been breached head-on since it was built.

Almost as soon as the roar of the crashing walls rang out, the Watch Fortress awoke from its slumber. Despite the haste of the incident, demonic invasions were almost routine for the garrison here, although this time, the opponents came more ferocious and powerful than ever.

The first to meet the enemy were more than a dozen patrols, and although they knew that there was a huge disparity between them and us, these fearless warriors still stood in front of the invaders without hesitation, like stones thrown into a torrent, and then disappeared.

Their sacrifice was not in vain, because they bought at least half a quarter of an hour for the large army. In this half an hour, one company after another rushed out of the garrison and rushed to their respective defensive posts, while the main army lined up in a neat line and pushed towards the gap in the wall.

This is a valuable experience gained over decades of bloody battles between human armies and orcs and demons—and while they can't compete with these monster races in terms of individual combat power, they can be compensated for by steely discipline and neat battle formations.

More than 100 special waterproof torches were soon lit along the road, on the walls, and on street corners. The true face of the intruder finally appeared in front of the defenders, although they had been prepared for a long time, but the appearance of so many hideous monsters in front of them still made people's breathing involuntarily become heavy.

Covered in evil flames, the incessantly screaming burning imps, the firstborn two-horned, the thorny Cerberus, the blue, ghost-like Voidwalker, the deformed Ganerge with his arms transformed into a wheel saw, and the red-skinned orcs with thorns on their backs, so many demonic races gathered together, even the most knowledgeable veterans were seen for the first time.

In fact, these demons were no strangers to the defenders, and even some mutants they hadn't fought with had seen them on the Demon Atlas. And these demons also have a common characteristic, that is, they are all low-level demons, the largest number of them in the Burning Legion, but they are also the most scummy in combat power, commonly known as cannon fodder.

At the moment when he saw them all, Commander Waynes even secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and no high-level demons appeared, indicating that these dark doors were still closed, and these low-level demons were just smuggled through those unstable small spatial rifts in the Cursed Lands.

Generally speaking, the higher the level of the demon, the stronger its own power, and the more difficult it is to enter Azeroth through the dimensional barrier, just like during the ancient wars, the master of the Burning Legion, Sargeras, wanted to enter Azeroth, and even needed to draw the power of the entire Well of Eternity as support. And these low-level demons are relatively simple, they may be able to squeeze in a slightly invisible spatial rift, and they are also the main enemies that the defenders of the Watch Fort have to guard against for more than ten years.

"Take it easy, guys! We've defeated them countless times, and this one is no exception, and it saves us the effort to find them one by one and kill them one by one! Commander Waynes shouted encouragement to his soldiers, and in fact, he really thought.

It was then that the demons had finally "completely" taken care of the troubles that had hindered their progress, and turned to face the approaching defenders. It was an instinct for these low-level chaotic creatures who were bent on killing and destroying to shred anything that dared to stand in their way, even if the enemy had fallen and could no longer stand in their way. In past wars, they have delayed their fighters countless times because of this cruel habit, but they still enjoy it, and after 10,000 years, they have not grown at all.

Many historians of demonic behavior have even speculated that this may have been the result of a deliberate guidance from the Burning Legion's higher-ups - brains? That's something that only high-level demons should have, and these cannon fodder just need to know the "brave", charge and slash step by step, and then die.

"Go ahead, don't let our brothers sacrifice worthlessly!" With tears in their eyes, the officers swung their swords and directed the army forward.

"The Light is with us!" Angry soldiers shouted in response.

The archers and dwarven musketeers at the back of the line were the first to attack, the bowstrings buzzed, the guns exploded, and bullets and arrows flew over the heads of the soldiers and fell into the demons, but due to the heavy rain, the bowstrings were soft, and the gunpowder was damp, whether it was bullets or arrows, they were weak and did not cause much damage at all.

Humans are not the only ones affected by the heavy rain, as a ranged class of demons, the evil flames shrouded in the body of the burning imps who have been living in a dry and hot environment are almost extinguished, and the evil fireballs launched are also weak, at least half smaller than usual.

At the front of the line, humans and demons collided like two huge waves.

The sword was wielded, the claws were fierce, the shouts and roars were intertwined, even the thunder that resounded through the sky could not be overshadowed, and almost in the blink of an eye, the blood thrown was washed by the rain, and a bright red stream flowed.

It's only been four years since the races of Azeroth came together to defeat the Burning Legion at Mount Hyjal, but another large-scale battle between the two sides has begun!

There was no temptation, no focus, and as soon as the two sides came into contact, the battle entered a white heat. With mad and furious demons on one side and disciplined humans and dwarves on the other, this is a battle where there is no surrender and no prisoners will be accepted, and the losing side will have no end but death.

In the beginning, it was the defenders who had the upper hand, and the cooperation between the human spearmen and the dwarven shield defenders was a perfect match, no demon could knock down the rock-solid dwarven shield array, and the sharp spears between the shields were like the snake letters of poisonous snakes, and each swallow took a life.

The demons were so mad that they rushed up like a tidal wave, then smashed by the rocks, their proud minions useless in front of the dwarven shields. But in the midst of this wailing, an accident happened! An orc, who was in the back row, angrily grabbed a Cerberus in front of him and threw it far away.

He didn't deliberately control the direction of the throw, he just wanted to throw the obstructive Cerberus far away, but it was so good that he couldn't die, the Cerberus kicked his legs in the air in horror, trying to keep his balance, but it happened to kick on the upper edge of a dwarven shield, and with the help of his strength, the Cerberus actually crossed the shield array and fell into the interior of the defender.

The Cerberus landed between a dense patch of legs and feet, perhaps out of fear or irritability, and it subconsciously opened its mouth and began to bite wildly.

The neat queue of defenders suddenly became chaotic, and although the chaos only lasted a few seconds, it ended with the hellhound being stabbed to death, but the demons had already found a way to win.

Dozens of Cerberus were picked up and thrown into the crowd!