The royal city of Sin Esaline. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The sun rises behind the distant mountains, and the monsoon and the Confederates are engaged with the Burning Legion......

The smoke of gunpowder drifted in the wind, and the magical mist lasted for a long time, obscuring the vision; The pungent stench of sulphur from the demons filled the air, surging to the front of the formation, pervasively stimulating the sense of smell of the coalition forces; Dense fireball techniques were shot out one after another, and the flames soared into the sky, burning the corpses around the castle tower with an extremely bad smell.

Despite their elite equipment and tenacity, the Alliance is facing the Burning Legion, a group of demons, and the battle is fierce, with both sides winning and losing.

"Next Formation, Keep Attacking!"

When his soldiers stormed the direction of the gate of King Esarin's city, a demon commander in the center of the Burning Legion's phalanx swung his knife-sharp arm down and gave a cold order.

And in the next second, a group of Burning Legion soldiers roared towards the Elven Coalition defense line at the far end.

Even if they knew that they were about to die in battle, the Burning Legion still faithfully carried out the order and persistently launched a charge, and the demonic souls would be reborn in the void, and the demon team belonging to the Burning Legion was not afraid of death at all.

These low-level Burning Legion root soldiers will never disobey orders, and with the order of the high-level Burning Legion, their "plot" is already doomed.

"Idiot! Offensive! Give me an attack, even if it's a pile of corpses, and make a way for me......"

The tragic fate of those low-level Burning Legionnaires couldn't touch the cold-faced Demon Commander at all, he shouted loudly.

Commiseration?

That weakness had already dissipated with his conscience the day he successfully turned into a demon, and disappeared without a trace. What's more, the red-skinned Eredar Demon Commander had never considered those brainless, lowly, filthy demon guards to be of his kind.

He is high up, in command of those low-level Burning Legions, who are in charge of the life and death of the legions!

On the battlefield ahead, the corpses of the Burning Legion of Death were piled up into small mountains, and the viscous and rancid liquid like grease slipped quietly down the crevices of the corpses, slowly gathering in one place, flowing unevenly along the ground.

In the morning, after paying a heavy price, the coalition finally repelled the attack of the Burning Legion, the battle was over, and around the city wall, the corpses left by the Burning Legion were piled up, and the blood flowed like a river, and the losses of today's battle were difficult for even the Burning Legion to bear.

Today's assault is just the beginning, and the real offensive of the coalition forces is far from coming.

When the wilderness demigods of Mount Hyjal, the Kaolin Clans of the High Ridge, the Senarius of Danwalsara, the Druid Council, and the Pandaren coalition sent by the monsoon came to Azhara, the battle was in full swing, and the end of the Burning Legion was upon us.

……

Walk through the wilderness of the Gobi Mountains, through the dense forests of Varsara, and across the icy and windy Kunlai Plateau.

After a long and arduous journey, the Panda and Elven forces of Warsara finally reached the court of Asara after the court army of Asuna, and as the battle progressed, more and more warriors of Azeroth came to the royal city of Sin Asarin, and the battle of the ancients finally reached its peak.

According to the original history, the Burning Legion had enough power to destroy the entire Azeroth, and under the guidance of the monsoon, the Burning Legion that was supposed to come to Azeroth was blocked behind the portal, and the original terrible war is now within the controllable range.

With the arrival of reinforcements, the Burning Legion is increasingly losing ground on the battlefield......

The city of Sin Asaline, the Burning Legion station.

"Lord Sakaar, I have brought orders from Lord Akmund!"

Just as the Demon Lord was contemplating the next battle plan, a hurried voice sounded in the ears of the Demon Lord, and a Dreadlord had unknowingly appeared in his tent, only to see the demon holding a parchment scroll in his hand.

"Lord Akmund's orders? Didn't we just finish fighting? How did the order come so quickly? ”

Lord Sakar looked at the visitor and couldn't help asking.

"Hmph...... Lord Akmund is quite dissatisfied with the previous battle, we have lost too many, too many troops! In this case, our army will be depleted before the portal is built! Lord Akmund doesn't want to sit back and get his armaments straightened! We're going to attack the elven army in the direction of the North City tonight! ”

Like most Dreadlords, this guy has two spiral, slightly curved horns, and a chilling look of ferocity and coldness in his eyes.

Two scar-like black lines on the inside of the bridge of his nose stretched obliquely from the inside of his eyes to his chin, adding a bit of ferocity to his pale face, which seemed to have not seen the sun for many years. He was dressed in plate armor with a black background and ochre-yellow ground shoulder armor, breastplate, and leg armor, and bracers inlaid with small magic stones. At the joints of the two demon wings on the back, the two inverted bone claws are incomparably sharp.

Dreadlord Banazel!

He was Acmund's most loyal subordinate and served as Akmund's courier guard, and his status in the Burning Legion in Azeroth was only a little lower than that of Acmund.

"Please inform Lord Akmund as you instruct, and I will prepare as soon as possible." Lord Sakar bent down deeply and bowed respectfully to the Dreadlord Banazel.

Sakar is a smart fellow, he knows the benefits of attacking the elven alliance at night, and he also knows that Akmund values the world of Azeroth very much, and as Akmund's most loyal servant and demon lord, Sakar can't wait to make a big deal tonight.

"Very good, I'm sure your lord will be satisfied with you, remember, send all the guys under your command who are slightly more useful, Doom Guard, Cerberus, Demon Guard, tonight's battle may be a decisive battle to destroy the elven army outside the city in one fell swoop......"

Nodding arrogantly, he commanded in that hoarse, cold tone.

Removing a flask of blood from his waist, Banazel drank the blood and sighed with satisfaction after a while. Looking at the Demon Lord, who was still half-hunched and bowing his head waiting for his orders, Banazel was visibly pleased with his respectful attitude.

"The Great War is coming! The time of the Burning Legion is coming! The Dreadlord Banazel lost his voice and disappeared into the tent.

Now, Monsoon and the Alliance Army are still unaware of this, and they are still enjoying a rare break between battles......