On the east coast of the Cursed Lands, dozens of miles south of Broken Beach, on an unnamed mountain, dozens of dwarven stonemasons are rapidly carrying stones and building them into a solid stone wall. This stone wall is part of a dwarven bunker, the main body of the bunker is almost formed, if this stone wall is also successfully completed, then it will be able to accommodate half a company of soldiers, and at that time, even twice as many demons will be difficult to break.

From this vantage point, one could see Dalaran, the magical city that hung high in the sky. It was the main battlefield of this war, and thousands of demonic bats under the command of demons were attacking this flying fortress like dark clouds, but countless magic missiles, fireballs, and ice arrows were shooting out from the towers, blasting them down like raindrops, their claws and fangs could not break through the magic barrier that shrouded Dalaran's periphery, and occasionally spitting evil fireballs fell into the city, but they could do nothing but blow up a cloud of charred black.

"Guys, with a little more effort, maybe we can break through that demonic fortress first!" The captain of the dwarves cheered everyone up.

Todaran and the Skybreaker further west attracted the blessing of the demonic main force, and the Eastern Route Army they were in was now the closest to the demonic fortress.

The Eastern Route Army was formed by mixing two dwarven legions and the dissatisfied Moon Creek Brigade with the Second Army, and although Varian and Ronin did not expect much from them and placed them on the Eastern Front, far from the main battlefield, the commanders of the Eastern Route Army themselves did not think so. Before the battle, Brian Copperbeard and the various legion commanders decided to take advantage of the dwarves' ability to build and build their way from Broken Beach to the dwarven bunker with the Arrow Tower.

Although this method is stupid, it is safe, and in more than 20 days, they have built dozens of bunkers and arrow towers along the way, and advanced for more than 40 miles, and the forward can even clearly see the north gate of the demon fortress. At this time, the Middle Route Army, dominated by Dalaran, and the Western Route Army, dominated by the Broken Sky, were still fighting back and forth with the main demon force, although they had an advantage in the battle situation, they were never able to break the resistance of the demons.

On the outskirts of the dwarven bunker, the human soldiers of the Second Legion were wielding hoes and pickaxes to dig through the dirt, sweating profusely. About fifty paces in front of the dwarven bunker, two half-man-deep trenches were nearing completion.

Not far from the trench, the soldiers of the Moon Creek Brigade were sitting on the ground, pointing at them, and from time to time there was a burst of laughter, but no one in the Second Legion was dissatisfied, and the results of the people were there, not to mention that the battle of the Snake Valley some time ago was killed from the Broken Beach, and the Moon Creek Brigade almost resisted the attack of most of the demons who counterattacked, the ferocity and tenacity of this aristocratic private army, who is not convinced?

"Will the demons come?" Christopher Farrar's face itched and he couldn't help but scratch it. The wound on his face had healed completely, but it had left a huge scar that became red and itchy when he was in a hurry.

"I guess so, it's not yet noon, it's still early before dark, and the demons aren't too lazy to do that!" Harry Bogard looked at the sky and guessed with some uncertainty. To be honest, the demons have a very strange way of thinking, they never talk about strategy and tactics, and they will rush out when they feel threatened. In the past twenty days, they have been fighting several times a day, and although they have been wiped out almost every time, the demons still don't seem to have any intention of dying. However, compared with the fierce battle on the main battlefield, the battle here is going to be a bit trivial, especially on the Western Front, where the fighting is even more flesh and blood, and I heard that even King Varian himself has personally rushed to kill several times.

"Hey, what do you want to do so much? If you come, you will fight! Huffman waved his hand and said disapprovingly. The fanatical devotions of Diego, who had followed him all the way from the plague lands, were much simpler, anyway, following His Excellency the Saints, they would do whatever His Excellency told them to do, and what they wanted to do.

"No, I mean, if they don't come for a while, I'll go and sleep first, yesterday I gambled with Brum and Van Gore, and lost all this month's salary!" Farlar explained with a blushing face, and to be honest, his purse was now empty, and he didn't even have the money to buy wine. When the merchant who followed the legion saw him this morning, they all ignored him—all to blame for Blom's big mouth!

"Alright, alright, go to sleep, and I'll wake you up when the demons come to die!" Bogard said impatiently. In fact, not only Falar, but even himself was a little sleepy. On the day Dalaran leaped over the Watchtower, the thunderstorm seemed to dispel the clouds that had been hanging over the Gate of Darkness for years, and the warm sunlight shone on people, making people lazy and sleepy.

In order to dispel the drowsiness, he took the musket from his back and carefully wiped it. The new musket that had been issued some time ago was unlike any dwarven musket he had ever seen before, not so intricate ornamentation or ridiculous flares, but there was a simple beauty throughout the body. The smooth and delicate walnut barrel, the simple and cold barrel, and the tight tenon bolt are completely in line with a warrior's aesthetics of weapons.

Burgard gently brushed the barrel of the gun with a soft cloth, polishing it until it was shiny, and then pulled the chamber open, carefully cleaning the gunpowder residue inside. The powder of the new bullet is ground by fire, which improves the performance of the gunpowder, but tends to leave residue in the chamber.

He emptied the chamber, then pulled out the three-section strip from his backpack, screwed them together, carefully cleaned the barrel, and finally dropped a few drops of oil into the oil hole, and then pulled the bolt continuously so that they were fully lubricated. After doing all this, he put the musket on his knee and narrowed his eyes, and if it were not for the possibility of a battle at any time, he would even want to completely disassemble and maintain the musket.

In fact, not only him, but also the soldiers of the surrounding Yuexi Brigade, as long as they have leisure time, almost all of them are carefully checking and maintaining the muskets in their hands. Originally, when this new weapon was issued, they were still somewhat dissatisfied, these warriors who were accustomed to wielding knives and axes, instinctively did not believe that this kind of weapon did not even look like a sharp blade, and even some of it was still wrapped in wood, but after a few battles, they had fallen in love with this powerful new musket without exception, and regarded them as closer than their wives, and they were even more meticulous in their maintenance, and spared no effort. If it weren't for Diego's repeated strict bans, they would have even wanted to throw away the swords they had used for years - with powerful new weapons, who would want to keep these burdens?

Time passed slowly in the atmosphere of the Moon Creek Brigade waiting for the demons to come and pass the time, and when it was almost noon, the demons still did not come, so the men brought baskets of dry food, all of which were hard jerky and long bread that could kill the demons, one could be full, in fact, no one wanted to eat more.

Fortunately, the Yuexi Brigade was used to it from top to bottom, they wiped the gun oil on their hands casually, and gnawed their teeth on the cold water in the kettle, but in order to fill their stomachs, no one said anything.

Bogard took a loaf of bread from the basket, he was middle-aged, and his stomach could no longer cope with the hard, dead jerky. He thought for a moment, took another loaf of bread and a piece of jerky, and walked a few steps to the sleeping Farral, who was snoring loudly.

"Hey, it's time to eat!" He tapped the Berserker's head with a loaf of bread and whispered.

"Is the devil coming!?" Farrar asked, rolled over and sat up, looking at him sleepily.

In the next second, he saw the bread handed over by Bogard, and subconsciously wanted to take it, but Bogard retracted his hand and took the bread back.

"Hey, buddy!" Farrar shouted dissatisfied.

"Don't eat it, the demons are out!" Bogard straightened up and looked southwest, where several griffons were flying towards him.

"It's still early, when they rush over, I'll finish eating!" Farrar snatched the bread with his hand, took a bite hard, and the next moment, he couldn't help but let out a scream!

"Hell, my teeth!"