Text Chapter 340 Initiation

The battle had been going on for almost an hour, and the situation was getting worse and worse, and the front of the new legion had been compressed into a central protrusion, with the two wings behind the bow.

From time to time, heralds ran back to Sylvanas from the front line, panting and pleading:

"Your Majesty, if you don't send troops to support, everyone won't be able to stand it."

In this regard, Her Majesty has only one rhetorical question:

"I'm your only reinforcement, do you want to go into battle now?"

The heralds left in despair, followed by the last ten guards at the Queen's side.

But after a while, another wave of heralds returned to her.

"Your Majesty, the soldiers really can't stand it, but if we fight for our lives, we will drag them down and give you time to retreat!" Panting, they pleaded, "Retreat!" ”

"I'm here, I'm not going anywhere!" The queen replied coldly, "Let's die again!" ”

Irritated by the Queen's resolute words, the heralds roared back to the battlefield, and a few minutes later, the Queen's words spread to them, and the morale-boosting soldiers shouted "For the Queen!" The slogan swore to fight back, and actually maintained the battle line.

On the flank edge of the battlefield, under a pile of inconspicuous bushes and a small bulging dirt bag, Diego was crouching in a small hole in the dirt, looking out at the battle in the distance. The cave was carved out by the Minotaur shaman with the power of the earth, stretching from the edge of the woodland all the way to the edge. This undoubtedly made Diego's sniping a lot easier - he was closer to the target.

Franklin? Lloyd crouched beside Diego in a terrified grip on the Space Ripper. Curled up behind them is a heavily armed Brian? Copperbeard and thick dwarven armor enveloped him like an iron-clad crab, and he was responsible for blocking the enemy's approach to Diego after sniping.

From the momentum to the evenly matched, to the declining situation, until the current struggle, looking at the rapidly changing and twists and turns of the battlefield situation, Diego couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart: Sylvanas commanded really well, and the soldiers of the new army acted really well, this slow defeat and retreat is really like!

In fact, what he didn't know was that Sylvanas didn't plan any tactics at all, she just bombarded the soldiers on the battlefield like ducks, and then quietly waited for this moment to appear.

Right now, in the place where the new legions attacked, the Banshee King was clenching his bow arm tightly, muttering to himself: Diego, I've done everything I can, now, it's up to you.

In order to avoid alerting the Dreadlord, Diego did not look directly at Varymathas, he stared at the lackey surrounding the Dreadlord, the apothecary.

Although the soldiers of the new legion had tried everything to stop each other, the battle line was still moving slowly and unstoppably, moving towards the side of the new legion.

Diegormo silently measured the distance from his target, waiting for the final moment to come.

A thousand meters!

He moved his death gaze slowly but steadily, the front sight firmly on the apothecary's head.

Nine hundred meters!

He began to charge the musket, a surge of light energy flowing through his arm, pouring into the Death Gaze. A faint, barely visible glow emanated from the barrel of the spear, but it was unremarkable—Diego was already adept at wielding this power, confined it to its body.

Eight hundred meters!

"Turn on the Space Ripper!" He commanded softly. Franklin on the side? Lloyd hurriedly put the metal egg in his hand on the ground and carefully pressed the red button on his face. With a soft "click" sound, the spatial ripper trembled slightly, and a buzzing sound came from the inside of the egg. Other than that, there were hardly any anomalies in the cave, as if nothing had happened, and Franklin, who had never used a spatial ripper, almost thought it was broken. But in fact, if you look at it from another dimension at this moment, you can see that the space within a radius of miles around the space ripper is violently twisting, sometimes stretching, sometimes crumbling, sometimes like a whirlpool, sometimes like a storm.

Seven hundred and fifty meters!

Diego slowed his breath, silently waiting for his target to step into precise range. However, after a dozen seconds, the Dreadlord stopped, stood there and looked ahead, no longer moving forward.

Diego's heart twitched violently. "Did Varimatus find out that this was a trap?" He couldn't help but ask himself, he hesitated a few times - although he didn't enter the accurate range, but this distance was almost life-threatening, right?

The smug Varimatas paced back and forth behind the rebel soldiers, hovering from side to side, his hateful eyes shooting at him from all directions, not only from the New Legion, but also from the rebels. If this gaze had turned into a sharp arrow, I am afraid that he would have died no less than a thousand times. But the Dreadlord didn't mind, instead, he enjoyed the almost overflowing hostility, because the more they hated him, the more successful he became.

He looked haughtily at the back of the enemy formation, for he knew that Sylvanas must have been there with hatred in the same way, but he looked at him helplessly. However, as it turned out later, he was clearly overthinking.

At this moment, a tsunami-like uproar suddenly erupted on the front - the new army finally could not stand it. On a dense front, several soldiers fell, but the rear team that should have been made up did not follow - the fanaticism for the queen was finally exhausted, and they could no longer hold on. It's not that they're greedy for life - they're so tired that they don't want to swing their weapons to block even if their enemy's sword has been slashed above their heads and their spears are already close to their chests. This hopeless war, let's end it like this.

The ecstatic rebels poured down the breach like a flood of bursting levies and swept towards the flanks. The front finally collapsed.

Victory is in sight, and nothing can stop him! The Dreadlord took a few steps forward with the ecstasy in his heart, and then took the last step forward—what he thought was a path to victory, but it was actually a step to hell.

Seven hundred meters!

Diego gently moved his death gaze, slotting the Dreadlord into the crosshair with unmistakable precision, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the whole process didn't take more than half a second.

The Dreadlord instinctively sensed a shuddering danger in his joy, but before he could react, a shining ball of light roared from afar, with a "bang" of gunshot.