One day in the middle of October in the twenty-fourth year after the door of darkness was opened, the early winter sun hung in the air, and the white sun shone weakly on the wind-blowing battlefield. The day had been a long one, and it was as if the land had been cursed by death, and from the early hours of the battle to noon, the slaughterhouse-like wasteland had swallowed at least 10,000 lives, but its voracious appetite still seemed to be unsatisfied. Countless corpses lay silently in this once desolate and barren barren land, making it no longer seem so lonely and empty.

On the battlefields of the Central and Western Fronts, where the fighting was at its most intense and almost contiguous, both sides of the battle were already red-eyed. Since the high-end combat power of both sides is concentrated here, the battle here is the most magnificent and the most terrifying. Beneath the pale sky, all the powerful war magic was cast, completely obscuring the sun's light. Firestorms, blizzards, supernovas, rain of fire, dimensional rifts, and ...... burst one after another in the most critical parts of the battle between the two sides. Flames, ice, lightning, and acid raged through the crowd, and the colorful elemental light was brilliant and deadly, and the summoned hellfire and water elementals twisted together fiercely, sparks burst out, and the water overflowed.

Between the raindrops of magic, the griffin knights flew haughtily. They swept past the forest of halberds held high by the demons, blasting the Storm Hammer above the monsters' heads, and then soaring into the sky like arrows, tearing the demonic bats that challenged them to pieces with their claws. The brave chirping of the lion's heart was filled with the thirst for war, and the shrill chirping was filled with the wrathful power of the Hammer Dwarves, the passionate flames, and the confidence of victory. No demonic aerial power could break through their defenses and attack the Magic City floating in the air, allowing the mages of Dalaran to focus all their attention on the battlefield on the ground.

Compared to Dalaran, which is difficult to move once anchored, the Sky Breaker, which is constantly cruising in the air, is constantly pouring artillery fire downward, but almost all of the hundreds of guns are now red, and only thirty or forty can continue to fire, and in the grenadier compartment at the bottom, the heavy bombs have long been dropped, and the grenadiers have even dropped the ballast stones to stabilize the hull. However, by now, the original majestic hull of the Sky Breaker now looks in tatters, and the hull is full of gaps and pools of blood that were blown up on it during the suicide attack of the evil demon bat. One of its large magical engines had failed, and thick black smoke was rising from it, obscuring the sky. However, the built-in propeller is still spinning, so it doesn't crash immediately. Next to the cast-iron turret on the bow side, a blazing hellfire was pounding desperately to tear it off the hull, and King Varian led the palace guards in a fierce attack on the monster to stop its madness.

On the battlefield for miles, the corpses were already piled up on the plains, barren beaches, ravines and hillsides, and the wounded soldiers on both sides let out miserable cries for help in the pile of corpses, and the seriously wounded who were on the verge of death groaned dying, but these voices were drowned out by the deafening sounds of battle. The infantry on both sides had stopped charging because of the flesh of mortals. The body is so weak in the face of this earth-shaking extraordinary power, and every advance is in vain.

The priests were desperately praying to the Light, and then pouring the power of the Light into the soldiers, and ...... the Holy Hymn, the Halo, and the Holy Nova, they had all given up on single healing spells such as the Holy Light, and instead used those large-scale group healing spells, doing their best to save the lives of the wounded.

The treatment techniques on the demon's side are much more cruel and rough, those who are lighter use soul links and dark contracts to share the damage, and those who are more seriously injured simply use life siphon to absorb and squeeze out their remaining life force, and then pass it on to those who seem to be able to continue fighting.

Both the Demon and the Alliance have exhausted all means to squeeze out the last of their war potential, and are about to drain the last drop of blood, but above this mountain of corpses and blood, the balance of victory still shows no sign of favoring either side. None of the parties wanted to retreat, nor did they dare to retreat, because everyone knew that this was the final decisive battle, and once they retreated, it would be a complete defeat, and there was no possibility of turning over, so both sides were gritting their teeth and holding on until the moment when they couldn't hold on and completely collapsed.

Compared with the Midwestern battlefields, which have been washed over and over again by the magic of war, the fighting momentum on the Eastern Front is much more low-key and prosaic, but in terms of cruelty and ferocity, it is even more than that. There were no mighty spells falling from the sky, but the swords and tomahawks of the enemy were more ferocious, and the sharp claws and hideous faces of the demons were close at hand like nightmares, and the stench of their mouths was disgusting.

After filling in more than three legions without frowning, the demons finally saw hope of victory—they managed to rush under the dwarven bunker.

A brutal hand-to-hand fight has finally begun.

Beneath the outer walls of the bunker, in the vertical and horizontal trenches, in front of the piles of sandbags, countless figures scrambled together. The Alliance soldiers gasped for air, screaming in rage as they slashed wildly. At this time, what strategy and what battle formation queue are useless, the fight is who is more brave on both sides, and whose will to fight is more determined!

On the hill position centered on the bunker, the humans, dwarves, and demons squeezed the water and couldn't get through, the sounds of killing and screaming were mixed together, the scene was chaotic like a pot of boiling gruel, everyone seemed to be crazy, the cold light of the weapon was like a flash of lightning flashing endlessly, and in the screams, people kept cutting off their arms and heads, blood was splashed half a day high, and the soil poured was blood-red, and the slashing people were often hacked to death after a few seconds, and the severed heads and limbs rolled around on the ground, and were soon trampled into flesh.

The soldiers of the Moon Creek Brigade finally understood the deep meaning of the superiors not allowing the discarding of melee weapons, but fortunately, it has only been more than a month since they were equipped with new muskets, and the skills on how to use melee weapons have not been forgotten so quickly, and they are still handy with swords and axes, but in such a crowded battle, the swords are a little too long, and many soldiers even directly throw down their weapons, pinch their throats, gouge out their eyes, tear their mouths, hit their heads with their heads, bite with their teeth, and do everything, but in this regard, The demons, who were born with fangs and claws, took advantage of it.

The whole hill seemed to turn into a sea of blood, and pairs of big feet stepped on the flesh that covered the ground, making a disgusting popping sound. The demons rushed up like a tide, and then mixed with the coalition forces, the battle was already white-hot, both sides were like beasts that had lost their minds, tearing frantically, this hilly battlefield was like a cold meat grinder, sucking the alliance and demons into it in groups after groups, only to spit out only gurgling blood and a mutilated corpse.

After entering the melee, the demons' powerful individual combat power began to have a place to play. The battle loss ratio between the alliance and the demons, which was originally close to 1 to 3, began to change dramatically, gradually approaching one to one, and even had a tendency to develop towards two to one.

Diego quickly realized this, and he knew he couldn't go on like this. Because once they are all exhausted, the demons on the eastern front will definitely take advantage of the momentum to the west and rush into the central battlefield, and the entire battle situation, which is already precarious, will collapse completely and collapse for thousands of miles, so they must be nailed here to the death and drag the demon army on the eastern front.

It took Diego a few seconds to make a decision. He turned his gun and knocked a shot at a doomsday guard coming from the air, then roared loudly at the second floor of the bunker.

"Is the artillery ready?"

"My lord, you're ready, ready to launch!" A dwarven lieutenant shouted at him. They have not been conducting continuous firing to ensure that the artillery is cool, waiting for this moment.

"Okay, blow the horn, let everyone retreat into the bunker, and then after three breaths, all the artillery will fire a salvo, cover fire!"