Overcast skies, muffled thunder.

Under this gray sky, a great war between humans and the undead is about to break out. Tens of thousands of Forsaken crowd the abandoned town of Brill, with rudimentary fortifications as their last line of defense. Most people don't have qualified weapons, so they can only pick up some rusty iron tools to use as temporary weapons.

And the alliance, on the other hand, has the most advanced heavy weapons in the entire eastern continent. In the dim light, all the forsaken were fighting the trapped beasts, and the battlefield was filled with a sad and murderous atmosphere.

Soon, after Varian's order, the artillery of the 7th Army opened full fire. All kinds of dwarven artillery fired in unison. The sky was filled with a thunderous rain of cannonballs. Whizzing solid bullets, grenades, and incendiary bombs pierced the sky and flew towards the small town of Brill.

"It will be the end of the forsaken......"

Under the flue-filled sky, the dark ranger Nathanos whispered. In front of him was the Seventh Legion of the Alliance, which was brightly armored and neatly formed. Behind him, the fortresses built by the Forsaken were crumbling. Shattered walls, devastated towns, shattered corpses everywhere, and the flesh and blood of the Forsaken splattered, the already sparsely numbered race is now even worse.

In the midst of the flames, Putres made a desperate attempt and ordered the pharmacist to use up all the poison. Simple catapults creaked, and bottles of poison gas were ejected and flew towards the Alliance Legion. Above the open space where the two armies confronted, green and black smoke bands were staggered. A bleak elegy resounded in the land outside Lordaeron.

"Attack!"

Under the frenzied artillery fire of the Alliance, the army of the Forsaken could not stand it in the first place. Putress gave the order to attack in general. Although it wasn't what he wanted, a strange voice filled his mind, as if he had been forcibly controlled. As if it were a whisper of the Lich, as if the Lich King had taken possession of him again. He didn't understand why, why was that? He didn't understand...... There is no need to understand...... Because the war has begun.

Countless Forsaken warriors, armed with weapons and shields, poured into the Alliance's positions like a tide of darkness.

And this is also the picture that the great general Halver is looking forward to seeing. A satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Then he shouted, "Brothers, hold your spears and set up your shields, the undead are coming." Give them a taste of our power, the power of the Alliance's Seventh Legion, with steel and fire. Courage and glory! ”

"Courage and glory!"

Behind him, thousands of heavy infantry of the Seventh Legion shouted in unison. The entire alliance position is like a blue ocean, with a clear banner and high morale.

On the other side, looking at the elite Stormwind Legion, the Blightcaster Nathanos reluctantly raised his longbow. He had once been a member of the human race, once a part of Lordaeron, but now he had to take aim at his former compatriots, his former comrades......

Flames rose in front of the Alliance soldiers, descending into the green woodland like a waterfall, and it was the flame spell of the Alliance mages. Flames and holy light are powerful weapons against the undead, and the soldiers of Stormwind City naturally understand this truth. Dense bullets and arrows flew in the air, accompanied by flames rising everywhere, pushing the atmosphere of the entire battlefield to the extreme.

After losing a large number of their compatriots, the Forsaken finally rushed to the Alliance's position, but what awaited them was an impregnable Alliance shield. The large shield of Stormwind emblem engraved with the lion's emblem stood on the ground, and the spear-wielding infantry of the Seventh Legion formed a line of steel. Thousands of forsaken rushed straight to the muzzle of their guns, only to be pierced by a dense stream of spears.

On the entire black front, the sound of weapons hitting was constantly heard, the roars of the living and the undead rang out, and there were blood splatters everywhere, but most of them were the black blood of the forsaken...... With iron discipline and sophisticated equipment, the Alliance's Seventh Legion is fighting the Forsaken at a fraction of the cost.

The undead assassins had to act as leather warriors, fighting heavily armed warriors head-on.

However, their daggers pierced their bodies before they could even reach their opponents' armor before their spears were more than two meters long. Rotting entrails poured out of the shattered skin, and the emaciated body was sliced in two......

Nathanos stretched his bow and an arrow pierced through the armor of an Alliance infantryman, the frozen cluster of arrows pierced into the flesh, and the plague quickly spread through the soldier's body, and in less than a few seconds, the Alliance soldier fell in pain with his hands on his chest, and a black-purple chilblain was spreading at the point where he was hit by the arrow.

Meanwhile, like all Forsaken, Nathanos rushed to the front line, putting away his bow and arrows, drawing his twin swords at his waist, and weaving through the Alliance battle array like a ghost, swooping down and slicing the calves of two human soldiers with a single sword, and then slammed into the other Union heavy infantry. Shrugged, bones sliding, wither. Nathanos wielded his sword, dodging the close-range fire of the Alliance soldiers, and then pierced him behind him and slashed his neck with a sword. Bloodflower stained his hands red.

On the Alliance's side, General Halver brandished his two-handed greatsword, and with a single sword, he slashed through the Forsaken warrior in front of him, and in the air, thick blood plasma and bone residue were everywhere, and the complete skull was shattered, and the body wrapped in carrion split from top to bottom, almost cutting half of his chest...... Immediately afterward, another Forsaken rushed up from the side, and as soon as he rushed in front of him, he was targeted in the face by Halver and stabbed with a sword. The greatsword stabbed the jaw and stabbed directly through the throat. Foul-smelling blood splattered on Halver's body, and the battle-hardened veteran general showed no hint of fear.

"Attack! Soldiers of the Alliance! ”

Halver yelled.

The Coalition priest behind him prayed, and a stream of pure white light descended on the wounded soldiers on the battlefield, healing their bodies.

No sooner had Halver finished yelling than an undead assassin appeared behind him, a sharp dagger stabbing him in the back while he wasn't looking. Stabbed in the back, Halver roared angrily, and took advantage of the situation to fall, the undead assassin had no time to escape, and when his body hit the ground heavily, the Alliance Marshal's greatsword also stabbed him. A sword pierced his torso, pinning the undead assassin to the ground.

Stomping on the enemy's head, Halver continued to raise his arms and shout.

The Seventh Legion began to advance, counterattacked!

At the same time, Varian personally led the King's Guard into the battlefield from the perimeter. A thousand Stormwind hoplites, led by the King, stabbed into the heart of the Forsaken army. Countless Forsaken warriors fell in front of the Stormwind Heavy Cavalry, their bodies shattered to slag, blood rolling and staining Brill red......