The arrival of the new regiment did not surprise Varimatas in the slightest. By the time the Legion Striker appeared at the edge of the woodland, he had already left half of the Legion to block the valley entrance of Deathknell Town, as the Queen had guessed, and moved the rest of the troops to the opposite side of the new Legion.

The soldiers of the new legion poured out of the woods and slowly poured into the battlefield. Varimatas did not send an attack, but waited quietly for the new legion to enter the position, and it seemed that he was determined to destroy the new legion.

It was midnight, and the full moon shone on the battlefield, but in fact, after penetrating the dark sky, the moonlight had become dim and thin, and it was not much brighter.

There were two legions in front of the battlefield in Valimas, and the remaining half of the legions remained in the rear for use as reserves. Truth be told, the Forsaken's regular army and new legions, like militias, are not much better, except that the weapons and armor are better, and the legions have more spellcasters. They are the same as the queue loose and careless. In the eyes of the human or orc armies, the war of the Forsaken is more like rookies pecking at each other, and they are of no use except numbers. But I have to say that the most troublesome thing about the undead legion back then was this, where the sea of the undead was submerged, whether it was a field array or a fortification, everything was powdered.

The breeze was blowing, and the tension before the war was pervading the plains, and the new legions, which had been noisy and disorganized, were now quiet. Sylvanas rode her skeletal steed, inspecting the Forsaken army.

"Subjects of the Undercity!" Sylvanas raised her black bow and stopped at the front of the line. The Banshee King's cry had a terrifying power that seemed to shake everyone as if it were a substance. All eyes turned to her—the black skeletal warhorse man stood up, roaring fiercely, her black cloak trembling with the neighing of the warhorse, her eyes hidden under the hood glowing blood-red.

"Her Majesty!" The legion erupted in a frenzied cheer, and countless shriveled and emaciated fists swung into the sky. The man in front of him is their king, leading them out of slavery and into self-discipline. By the king! These poor people, some of whom had been artisans, farmers, priests, and warriors, and even lords and noble......s, had not yet had time to understand what had happened, died under the butcher's knife of the Scourge Legion, and then woke up from the Lich King's slavery. It was the woman in front of them, who gave them a new belonging and reliance when they were abandoned and forgotten, and gave them the opportunity to huddle together to keep warm under the ruins of Lordaeron. She is their faith, their hope!

These strange, trembling living dead, their armor rusted and broken, their shells shattered, and the stench, but their eyes were resolute, and when their king needed help, they stood up without hesitation, willing to die for her, and it was their support that made the queen firm and strong.

The Queen's high-pitched voice wafted through the battlefield, and the power of the Banshee's howl was infused into it, filling everyone's ears, even every rebel soldier could hear it clearly.

"A few years ago, in this land, we were freed from the slavery of the Lich King and held our destiny firmly in our own hands, and from that moment on, you belong to you, and no one else. Fate is so cruel, it has turned us into what we are now, without relatives, without family, we are living in this world, except for freedom, what are we left with? ”

"Nothing!" The crowd erupted in angry roars, and the sound of swords and shields clashing was endless. For the forsaken who have come back from the dead, they really don't care about what they have to lose, because they really have nothing to lose but self. Composed!

"But now, that demon," the Banshee King turned to the body standing behind the rebels, which was so large that it seemed to envelop all the rebels in its shadow, "and wants to enslave us once again, to take away the last of our selves. By, turn us into slaves and cannon fodder for his destruction of the world! ”

She turned, and her eyes swept over each soldier's face as if they were burning: "Tell me, my subjects, that you will fear his might, fear his wickedness, and fall at his feet, wagging your tail and begging for mercy, and begging for forgiveness?"

"Never give in!" The soldiers shouted in a sonorous voice. They had all walked in the land of the dead, had seen the eternal darkness with their own eyes, and now, neither pain nor death could bring them to their knees, and all such threats and threats only made them angrier and more determined.

Sylvanas continued her speech, her head held high arrogantly, looking disdainfully at the enemy opposite.

"Look at the enemies before you, these traitors, who are greedy for small profits and have lost their honor. Guess what name they will fight? And what did their demon master promise them?"

The crowd erupted in laughter, proud to stand under the Queen's banner and ashamed to have been with these betrayers. Even in the rebel camp, some soldiers lowered their weapons in shame - not all rebel soldiers knew at first that they were participating in a rebellion, they just followed the orders of the officers, and when they learned the truth, it was too late, and they could not turn back, they could only go all the way to the dark. The uneasy atmosphere spread among the rebels, and under the watchful eye of the officers, no one dared to speak, but some people were already nervously turning their heads to look at their companions, their eyes flashing with a suspicious light.

"Today, they will die like cowards, bearing the name of traitors! And the glory you have received today will be the same as that we aspire to. By the unyielding will of the same! At the front of the new legion, Sylvanas turned to look at the fanatical soldiers who were willing to die for her, and took the black war bow from her back, the sharp spike of the bow pointed directly at the enemy. From eternity, glory never falls!"

Sylvanas grabbed his horse and made way for the army to charge.

"Heroes of the Forsaken! You are the arrows of my bag! Wield your weapons, roar your wrath, and march forward to witness our valor and indomitability with the blood of demons! She held the black bow and swung it down, "For the sake of self. By!"

"For the sake of self. Composed! "A heart that is already hot and blazing like magma screams hysterically from the Forsaken, and they charge at the enemy like a flood, and the iron is rolling and unstoppable!

The war has begun!

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