"Ares must be told that we must retreat! There is no hope! ”

When the huge figure of the demon lord attacked, Luo Ning felt an incomparably strong sense of oppression. His spells seemed to be suppressed by the beast. Black flames burst out from the demon's horns, and its mouth and nose were covered with ashes from the flames.

Under the strong suppression, Wen Lesa shot an arrow at the archdemon, but the arrow bounced off its scaly skin, and the arrow didn't even have a chance to penetrate the skin!

Luo Ning immediately knew the power of this demon.

"Dalaran battle mages, retreat, evacuate this battlefield!"

Before Ares could return, Ronin gave the order for everyone to retreat. He had the right to command his troops, but it seemed too late. The Demon Tiger's body shook, and more than a dozen Alliance infantry around him were suddenly shocked by the powerful shock wave and flew out. They lay on the ground, dying, and the sky was still a red color. Step by step, the Great Demon crushed the Alliance warriors along the way.

They are fighting, however, they are no match for the Demon Lord at all.

A terrifying roar was heard, and the Abyss Commander's halberd pierced a flame mage beside Ronin.

"Tiny humans, your magic is nothing to mention to me."

The demon let out a taunt, it sneered, and the next second, an even more terrifying picture appeared. The abyssal demon stretched out a pair of giant pimple hands to the impaled human mage, and in front of everyone's eyes, he squeezed the Dalaran mage in his hand, and a burst of bones shattered, only to see a rain of flesh and blood in the air...... It was the shattered body of a human mage, blood and rotten flesh spilling from the cracks in the demon's fingers.

The horrific scene shocked everyone.

The Hammer Griffin threw the Storm Warhammer from the air, but it only stopped the demon from taking a small step, and under the terrifying killing of the Abyss Commander, the rear position of the Alliance was in chaos. A large number of demons and orcs took the opportunity to rush to the high ground from both sides, occupying most of the ladder of fate. The Union Expeditionary Force was in jeopardy.

"No, damn it!"

By the time Ares reacted and rode back on the Snow Eagle, it was too late. The morale of the alliance collapsed. Dalaran's mage forces and Quel'Thalas's ranger forces scattered like frightened birds. It is simply impossible to organize again.

And the slaughter of demons and orcs has only just begun.

The only thing left of the entire expeditionary force position that has not collapsed is the Copperbeard Guards of Ironforge, these elite dwarven heavy armored infantry under Magni still fighting to the death with their shields and hammers.

"Soldiers of the Alliance, follow me, charge, and fight your way out of the encirclement!"

Under the bloody rain, Ares rode the tall griffin back to the backfield, the dark gate has been blocked by the abyss demons and a large number of evil orcs, at this moment, the only way to break through from the opposite direction is to have a chance to survive.

Ares clamped the Snow Eagle and slashed low through the crowd.

The Holy Light opened the way, and the orcs and demons along the way were slashed by the Ash Emissary, and the Snow Eagle let out a long roar, knocking over the two dozen orcs in front of it at once, and then, the large army of the alliance rushed along the passage opened by the Great Lord.

The scene in front of him reminded Ares of the fall of the Scarlet Crusaders, but the Alliance Expeditionary Force was anything but the Scarlet Crusaders!

Ares roared, and the greatsword in his hand glowed with endless light again. The Snow Eagle roared low in the air, grabbed an orc again, and threw it out of mid-air, blood spilling in the air.

In the breakout force, the dwarven warriors of the Copperbeard Guard withstood the enemy's frantic onslaught, opening the way for the Alliance's large forces, their rock-like bodies wrapped in heavy iron armor, no matter how the enemy slashed, they did not dodge, and opened a way for the elven rangers in the rear and the wounded in Stormwind City.

Hovering over the battlefield on a griffin, Ares felt a heavy sense of pain. No matter how strong one person is, he can't save the world. Ares felt this acutely. In the local battlefield, he can be an invincible existence, but compared to the huge demon army, what are the orcs and demons he kills?

The advantage of riding in the air is that you can see the whole field very well, command the troops to fight and evacuate, but the disadvantage is that the strong visual impact is also impacting the mind. Especially seeing the dwarven warriors desperately attacking, using their bodies to make way for their companions to survive, this kind of visual impact is not something ordinary people can bear.

Ares wanted to save everyone, but no matter how dazzling the griffin was on the vast battlefield, it was only a shining meteor after all, unable to control the dense army like a flood.

Bathed in blood, Snow Eagle and Ares charged tirelessly again and again, knocking down one demon after another, one by one evil orc warriors, I don't know how long they fought like this mechanically, until the Alliance Expeditionary Force successfully broke out of the encirclement, and the dark portal behind them gradually faded away, like a death vortex standing on the shattered land of the Hellfire Peninsula.

The first expedition to the outer lands, suffering such a crushing defeat, which no one expected. But none of them blamed their commanders, it was not Ares' fault, but the Alliance's lack of understanding of the dangers and horrors behind the Dark Gate, and the fearlessness displayed by Ares in battle had deeply impressed the hearts of every Coalition soldier.

Under the bleak pastoral song, the surviving soldiers of the Alliance Expeditionary Force walked on this barren land exhausted, and the setting sun stretched their figures......

"We failed......"

Looking at the mile-long procession walking across the red barren land, Brower said sadly.

"No, we succeeded. We escaped from the land of the dead, we escaped from the ladder of fate under the noses of the demons under the leadership of the High Lord of Ares, and that was victory. ”

Broll. After Bearskin finished speaking, the dwarven warrior Arrin immediately retorted. Although the troops of Ironforge also lost a lot in the battle, the dwarves were such an optimistic and unrestrained race, and they would rather curse and die under the enemy's sword than hide in the corner, crying and dying slowly.

"Well, if you're right. To live is to win......"

Riding on the back of a goat, Arrin and the Night Elf Broll. Bearskin had a wordless conversation. And Ares didn't speak the whole time, he saw that Winlessa and her husband were separated, in the big battle a few hours ago, Ronin tried his best to protect her and Dalaran's living force, blocking the demon, now life and death are uncertain, Windranger has a melancholy face, maybe at this moment she is blaming herself in her heart, it is her own willfulness that puts her husband in danger. The trip to the Outlands had nothing to do with him......