The decisive battle did not start in the middle of the night.

At dawn, Claudia opened her eyes and looked around the tent.

Because the second line of defense was a presence to be abandoned, the small tent was unusually simple, and there was nothing but sleeping blankets, armor, marching bags, and silver hands, and the surplus had long been transported to the rear.

Although the great war was about to break out, the girl's face was unusually calm, and as usual, she took out a small mirror from her marching bag and placed it on the sleeping carpet, and began to comb her hair and tidy up her appearance calmly, as she had said last night, she was ready.

After a short tidying up and breakfast, she put away the mirror, clasped her hands together, knelt on the ground, and prayed.

As the most favored and bright being, the Light responded to her quickly, warmed her, and inspired her.

Woo-!

The horn sounded.

Claudia's routine morning service was forced to end, and she put on her armor, took the silver hand, and stepped out of the tent.

Outside the tent, the elite soldiers of the First Legion also put on their armor, took up their weapons, quickly found their own organization and formed a queue, and gathered towards the golden lion banner.

Claudia also found Varian under the Golden Lion King, he was fully armed, and when he saw the girl coming, he bowed his head slightly to show that he knew, and the girl then responded with a distant salute and walked to where she should be.

Under the Golden Lion King, a simple platform has been erected, and in a moment Varian will walk up to the platform to mobilize the soldiers for pre-battle combat.

The soldiers gathered in a well-formed phalanx, and Bishop Fasion, Duke Thaunbrick, Marshal Wendthor and other ministers and mages also arrived, and soon, after everyone had arrived, Varian stepped onto the high platform.

At this time, Varian's usual serious expression in front of the soldiers was different, his expression was calm, as if he was not going to face a life-and-death battle, but to gather everyone together to hunt, seeing their king's calm face, the little nervousness, panic, and apprehension in the hearts of many soldiers also dissipated a lot.

Varian walked over to the magic megaphone and didn't speak immediately, but gave a military salute with his hand in the chest.

In response to Varian's three successive rings of gold and iron, Varian's impassioned voice was heard throughout the audience after the soldiers had finished saluting the king:

"Warriors of the Alliance, my brothers."

"Just after the scouts returned, the undead and demons rushed towards our defenses like a tidal wave, and it won't be long before we engage them."

"What do the demons want to do today?"

"They want to pollute the heart of our world, they want to take away everything we hold dear, they want to kill us all, starting with our loved ones!"

The soldiers in the audience were still silent, but the anger in their eyes spoke of the anger in their hearts, and Varian raised his voice and continued to say firmly:

"There may come a time when humanity will lose its courage and will to resist, but not today!"

"Maybe one day, the age of mankind will come to an end and demons will destroy our world, but not today!"

"What will we do today?"

"Today, we will resist to the death, and we will not give up."

"Today, we will defeat the enemy, we will win."

"Today, we will win glory, and we will win the future for us and our families!"

"Today, all of us, as in the past, under the golden lion king, will fight like lions, tear our enemies apart like lions, until the final victory and glory are achieved."

Varian paused again, looked at the soldiers under the stage, they all looked at their king with trust, convinced that the House of Urion would lead its people to victory today, and Varian spoke again with satisfaction:

"For our family, for Stormwind, finally--"

Varian drew his sword, pointed it at the sky, and shouted:

"For the Alliance!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three times in quick succession, thousands of spears stabbed into the sky in unison, and then fell to the ground in unison.

After saluting their own king again, the soldiers were in high spirits and let out the same roar: "For the Union!" ”

After the battle mobilization ended, the soldiers began to prepare for battle and lead the generals in operational deployment.

Gianna, Crassus, and Modra began to lead a part of the mage troops through the portal to the tribal camp to support the tribe.

The Horde is on the front line of the battle today, and a simple mobilization for battle has long been carried out at this time.

But unlike the soldiers of Stormwind, the Tribe's current soldiers are tried and tested veterans, and they don't need much rhetoric from their leaders to keep morale high.

Especially the orcs, for more than ten years, from the East Continent to the West Continent, they have already experienced countless life and death battles, not only never afraid of death, but even have always regarded the battlefield as the highest honor of an orc, at this moment the orc warriors are making their own pre-war preparations, they use oil paint on their bodies, weapons, armor painted ancient totems, infantry with stones to sharpen their weapons, cavalry adjust the saddle and bridles, whispering something in the ears of the wolf, looking forward to the arrival of the enemy, in order to cut off the enemy's head, Hung on the battle flag.

Today, although the tribe is not as strong as humans and night elves, because of its martial traditions and countless bloody battles over the years, the number of high-level warriors of the tribe is even more than the total number of high-level warriors of the two races of humans and night elves combined, and it has the strongest melee strength among the three races.

At this moment, Thrall, the leader of the orcs, was beside his frostwolf companion, listening to the return of a wolf cavalry scout, Gianna stepped forward and asked directly without too much politeness: "Sal, how is the situation?" ”

"The enemy will arrive in a quarter of an hour, and as I received yesterday, the undead army will be at the vanguard, but the Great Lich has not yet appeared, and it is estimated that it is still in the back row." Sal sorted out his sentences and summed up the situation in short words.

Gianna also explained the situation of the alliance and promised, "Varian is also ready for battle, and soon there will be a group of priests and musketeers to support you." At any time, if you can't resist it, you can retreat to the third line of defense at any time, and I've already drawn multiple teleportation runes in a safe place. I will be by your side during this battle and keep you and your forces safe. ”

"We'll do everything we can to hold them down." Sal said in the same resolute tone.

Gianna nodded, only to hear the high-pitched birdsong in the sky, and the Night Elves' support had now arrived.

Thousands of Hippogriffs and Storm Ravens flew in from the direction of the World Tree and landed outside the Tribal camp, each of them carrying a Night Elf, most of them were the most elite high-ranking rangers of the Night Elves, and the rest were some priestesses, and those Storm Ravens also returned to their original state after landing, and today the druids will also assist the Tribe in battle.

Today, although the support provided by humans and night elves to the tribe is small, but the sincerity is very strong, and these supports are the true essence of the two races, whether it is mages, priests, or high-level rangers, druids, and priestesses, they are the most elite ranged and spellcaster troops, fully making up for the weakness of the tribe's lack of ranged strength and healers.

Soon, before the attack of the undead vanguard, the human musketeers and priest troops promised by Gianna had also arrived, and all the troops began to enter the designated combat positions and make final preparations before the battle under the command of the corresponding commanders.

"Are these dragon scales? What's that look on your face? ”

After Archmage Modra reprimanded a clumsy ordinary mage, he frowned and looked at Archmage Crassus on the side,

The latter was holding a rose-red dragon scale in his hand, and a confused expression appeared on his face, which was extremely rare for Archmage Crassus, who was known for his sanity and wisdom.

"yes, it's just the scales of the red dragon." Crassus put away his scales and sighed.

Modra saw that the other party didn't want to say more, but she didn't continue to ask, but kindly reminded the other party:

"Crassus, you'd better adjust your state and concentrate as soon as possible, today is a life-and-death battle, little Gianna has to retain her mana, and our pressure is much higher than the previous two days."

"Thank you for the reminder, Modra, don't worry." Crassus regained his composure and thanked him.

"That's good."

Modra turned her head in satisfaction, but Crassus's expression was not as calm as he seemed, he had contacted the Red Dragon Queen two days earlier and relayed the Silver Hand's opinion on the Guardian.

The Red Dragon Queen was interested in the human girl, and when it came to the Guardians, the Red Dragon Queen made the same judgment as the Silver Hand: the dragon had suffered heavy losses in disaster after disaster, and its decline was a foregone conclusion, and now it was no longer able to fulfill its mission.

Therefore, although the Red Dragon Queen had arrived nearby today, she decided not to participate in the battle as much as possible, and used this battle as a test for mortals, and the scale was a token from the Red Dragon Queen to Crassus, allowing him to decide whether to summon the Red Dragon Legion at the necessary moment.

Crassus felt a little unbearable in his heart at the moment, he had already felt the approach of that monstrous demonic aura. In the battle for a while, mortals today were destined to suffer heavy casualties, especially the mages around him, a large part of whom were apprentices he had carefully taught over the years, and each of them had a deep affection for him, and no matter who died, it would make his heart ache.

But even if he summoned the Red Dragon Legion, the unrecovered Red Dragon Queen was far from being the opponent of that demon, and the Red Dragon Legion had already suffered heavy losses, even if he summoned the Red Dragon Legion, he would not be able to turn the tide of the battle with a few dragons, not to mention, those dragons were all brothers and sisters connected to his blood.

Wait, the future of this world still depends on mortals after all.

Crassus made his decision ruthlessly.