Chapter 27: Survival in the Slits (Part II) (Page 1/1)

"Keep fighting! Don't be afraid! Fear is your worst enemy! ”

On the battlefield, Varian shouted. However, not all soldiers were able to overcome their fears. After all, there are always recruits. Weak legs in fear in the face of terrifying enemies.

A young Stormwind soldier wielded a shield sword, and in front of him was a terrifying abomination that was twice as tall as him.

Fear, hatred can even be felt in the heart of the soldier. That's exactly what it loves, spreading plague and terror that these scourge monsters are good at.

Disgusting saliva dripped onto the head of the young Stormwind warrior and dripped down the soldier's helmet, and the young Stormwind soldier had long been frightened in front of this monster and had forgotten to resist. His hands were shaking. The disgusting naked eye looked at him, "Meat...... Fresh blood ......" A disgusting voice came from the monster's mouth, and in the next second, Abomination stretched its neck, and in front of everyone's eyes, it bit off the soldier's neck with one mouth......

That blood-red head was swallowed directly by the abomination!

"No!"

The horrific images outraged the Alliance warriors, and a veteran of the Seventh Legion rushed forward, a precise spear that shot into the abomination's head, but it wasn't enough to kill. It has no pain, no fatal weak spots, and its whole body is made up of rotten flesh and internal organs, and it will never kill them unless their heads are chopped off. And ordinary weapons aren't artifacts like Salamoni or the Ember Bringer......

The Coalition veteran's spear-throwing annoyed the monster.

Abomination turned his head, a pair of fleshy eyes staring at the gray-bearded Union infantryman.

The veteran drew his sword and rushed forward heroically.

He knew that this charge would surely kill him. But he still rushed forward heroically.

Abomination wields a chain, preparing for his next meal. However, in the next second, a cold wind froze the arm of the Abomination of the Scourge.

Before everyone could react, the cold intensified, freezing the entire arm of the abomination. At this time, people saw that in the crowd, an old mage wearing a black cloak was casting a spell. He was skillful, and his hands shimmered with a cold blue light.

Without a hint of hesitation, the alliance veteran knew that his opportunity had come.

Barely stopping his own charge, the veteran of the Seventh Legion rushed towards the great Scourge Abomination, who freed up his other hand that was not frozen, trying to grab the old soldier. The veteran turned around in a sideways step for a moment of closeness, and after whirling, he held his sword in both hands, and with a single sword, he severed the frozen arms of the hate.

In the next second, a sharp ice arrow roared in, piercing the neck of the abomination at an extremely fast speed.

The magic is so powerful that everyone didn't expect.

The old warrior turned to try to find the mage who was providing support, only to find that the place where he had just stood was empty, except for the dust that the soldiers kept kicking up as they ran and fought.

Support is timely.

As a dozen abominations rampaged and wreaked havoc in the Alliance legions, a loud trumpet sounded from the east. The soldiers turned to look, and under the gloomy sky, knights in silver-white armor were approaching. There were not many of these knights, but their banners already proved their identity.

"Knights!"

Veterans of the 7th Regiment quickly recognized the battle flag.

In the faint light, Commander Maxwell raised his hammer and called out to the Light.

A white light shrouded the paladins behind him. With the fire of judgment, a thousand paladins and warriors of the Knights of the Silver Hand entered the battlefield from the side. Behind them were 10,000 Lordaeron regular soldiers.

This wave of support was overwhelming, and it was beyond Varian's expectations. But the king soon regrouped and was full of morale.

The forces of the Alliance and Lordaeron surrounded the Forsaken from almost three sides.

Brill, a town less than a tenth the size of Lordaeron, is home to more than 50,000 soldiers. The neighing of horses, the striking of weapons, and the screams of soldiers falling down resounded throughout the town.

And the arrival of the paladin, and the cooperation of the Seventh Legion, undoubtedly gave the Forsaken the final fatal blow.

When the fiery red light shone on the earth, patches of the undead were burned, and the fat bodies of the abomination began to flow with disgusting pus, which was the liquid that had been burned by the holy light. Rotting flesh is stripped from them. These disgusting monsters were destroyed again within a few hours of being created......

"Defend the gate and fight to the end!"

On one side, the forces of the Alliance and Lordaeron had already entered the town, and on the other side, Pret, the leader of the Forsaken, was still putting up a frantic resistance. All the poisons that could be used were used, and all the Forsaken who could take weapons were also on the battlefield.

However, Nathanos was no longer willing to obey the madman's commands.

"You're bringing our race to ruin."

The Dark Ranger roared, eager to aim his bow at the Apothecary. But he held back.

"It's up to you to decide. Ranger ......"

Putress returned in a low voice. His cold muscles trembled, and his distorted expression proved that he had completely lost his mind. Holding the black vial in his hand, Nathanos knew it was a myolytic potion. Once the gates are breached, he will poison himself, and as the leader of the Forsaken, he will not succumb to his enemies and will not fall into the hands of his own opponents. Death, real death is his best destination. Pretts is ready.

But Nathanos didn't want that, he wanted to preserve the race, he wanted to perpetuate the race......

"Then I have to take my people, get out of here, out of this dead place!"

The Ranger growled. A look of horror appeared on Putress 's face, and the potion in his hand clenched tightly.

"Kill him!"

Moments later, the Grand Apothecary issued a hunt order. However, even the elites of the Forsaken could not capture Nathanos. He was a ranger during his lifetime, the only ranger in the human world, and after his death, he was also the elite of the elite. Before the guards around Putress could rush up, Nathanos jumped out of the guards' field of vision with three or two clicks.

"Traitor ......"

Putress cursed. But there was nothing he could do, and the more the race collapsed, the fewer people around him would be willing to listen to him. Many of the forsaken are on the run, and many more are being slaughtered.

Finally, after a deafening blast of bombardment, Varian and his men broke into Putres's room.

Here, there are not many guards left, and the Forsaken warriors have all died in the violent explosion just now.

Staring at the rotten, vulnerable old man in his seat, Varian's eyes burst with bloodthirsty rage. With Salameni in hand, the King of Stormwind approached the undead apothecary who did all kinds of evil......

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