It was a sunless day, or rather, on the far northern continent of Northrend, the sky was covered with dark clouds all year round. The Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info this continent in the cold region of Azeroth, blocked by bitter cold, snow and ice, buried in countless secrets. And now, in the southwest of the continent, in that area called the Borean Tundra, the clash between the living and the dead is being staged.

The roar of the undead floated in the sky, and the blue soul fire stretched under this darkened sky, thousands? Tens!? Looking down from under the sky, I saw an endless stream of undead spirits, like a black ocean glowing with blue phosphorescence, advancing towards the other end of the Nassam plain. The abomination of body cysts, the white bone warriors of gigantic bones, the hideous ghouls, the disgusting aberrations, the agile and swift jumpers...... With the exception of the Death Knights and the Frost Dragons, the absolute mainstays of the Scourge Legion, you can find almost any Scourge of all kinds here.

Tens of thousands of undead creatures, the first of them joined together, stepping on the barren red earth, towards the place of the living.

On the other side of the plain, thousands of tribal warriors had gathered here, all of whom were the tribal armies that had remained behind in Warsong Fortress, and even the few Kukaron guards had been sent here. Orcs, trolls, blood elves, minotaurs, forsaken and even supposedly neutral goblins have all gathered here. Rows and rows of simple fortifications made of stones and giant logs towered in front of the tribal army. And behind the fortifications, one tent after another, tribesmen of all shapes and sizes came out one after another.

Whew!

The wolf roared, and the wolf, clad in battle armor, rushed out of the camp with the orc warriors of the Kukaron Guard, who were also heavily armed. Skirting row after row of fortifications, he came to the right flank of the army, and the next moment, a desolate sound of trumpets soared into the sky. In the middle of the camp, an orc in simple armor, holding a huge horn, blew it.

With the sound of the trumpet, one warrior after another, arranging their armor, took the shield resting at their feet, and took the polished battle axe or blade, and walked forward.

An orc warrior slammed his chest, his fist striking the sturdy iron armor with a clattering sound. And at this moment, another orc walked past him, stretched out his hand, and punched each other with his compatriots, and they were angry with each other. Then, shoulder to shoulder, the two walked forward.

On the other side of the camp, a burly minotaur carried a huge wooden stake on the ground. On that stake, many inexplicable runes were engraved and shimmered with cyan light. This is a shaman from Mogaure, and in the same way, shamans are not just spellcasters, but can also become fearless warriors when the need arises.

On the side of a tent, a blue-skinned troll was sharpening his spear little by little, with a grinding stone. This troll hunter from the Darkspear tribe is covered in necklaces strung with the teeth of various creatures. It is covered with teeth from tigers, velociraptors, and steppe lions, and in their tradition, every troll hunter would peel off the teeth of the mighty beasts they hunted to make a necklace representing glory. And on the necklace hanging around the troll's neck, there is even a tooth from the Demon Tyrannosaurus. The troll hunter finally sharpened the tip of his spear, shook it, got up and walked to the battlefield where the battle was about to begin.

The silent forgotten ones, suppressing their vengeful anger, walked by in silence. However, everyone knows that these people are constantly thinking about killing under the Frozen Throne and avenging the sins that caused their tragic fate!

If anything, in this seemingly barbaric civilization, the only thing that stands out is Sindore from Quel'Thalas. The blood elves, dressed in bright red clothes, and the mages were all dressed in red-colored robes, staying together in twos and threes, and on the staff infused with magic power, the magic crystals lit up with red, blue, or purple light. The Blood Elves Rangers, carrying quivers and longbows, walked up to the mage, each with a sword hanging from his body, and when they used up the last arrow, these rangers would pick up the sword and stand up to give the last embers of themselves.

This is war, this is the theme of the world of Azeroth, adventures that never fade, strife that never goes away, stories that never stop, all together build this legendary world. And now, the war has started again.

Outside the camp, at the end of the field of vision, a streak of black appeared. The undead in a row have finally found their target, the tribe. The undead let out a hoarse roar, quickened their pace, and rushed towards where the tribe was.

"Giant Shield, Giant Shield! All steady, all steady! Gelki the Crusher walked to the front of the line and shouted loudly, "Warriors of the tribe, hold on to your weapons, and let us send the Lich King's minions to Hell!" ”

Powerful orc warriors and minotaurs, holding their shields, rose to the front line. Behind them, shamans chanted songs with ancient prayers and inserted totems into the ground.

The trolls clenched their spears, and the Forsaken fell silent, weapon in hand, and walked forward. Sindore's rangers drew arrows from their quivers behind their backs and placed them on their longbows, and the mages held their staffs and watched as the army of the undead approached as they drew closer.

Slowly, the shamans' songs became more and more grandiose, and then the earth shook, and the shaking earth began to stretch its muscles. The next moment, it shook violently. By this time, the army of the undead and the Horde line were getting closer and closer, and at this time, the earth let out its roar.

A long, narrow crack suddenly cracked open at the feet of the undead and stretched out. With the sound of rubble, the earth cracked a long crack, and countless undead were sunken. Behind the Horde's lines, the mages held their staffs aloft, and a bright magical glow lit up on them. Flames poured out of the ground and turned into a sea of fire, engulfing the undead and forming a long barrier of flames.

But the undead of the natural disaster, ignoring the accomplices who were devoured by the earth crack, ignoring the body of the **** by the flames, squeezed over with their numbers. Roaring, with a thirst for flesh and blood, he pounced on the members of the tribe.

Bang!

A ball of fire exploded in the undead, tearing more than a dozen undead into pieces. From the rear of the Horde Line, clumps of fire streaked across the sky and tossed into the surging undead. A rumbling sound rang out among the Scourge Undead, and a ball of fire tore through the body of the Scourge's Undead.

Whoa, whoa, whoa......

The wheels ran over the earth, and a chariot with a rough appearance drove out of the tribe. From the chariot, the suspended trebuchet threw a cloud of incendiary grenades, smashing them into the influx of the scourge undead. And those chariots, without hesitation, rushed directly towards the undead.

"Our will is as strong as steel!" Gelki the Crusher raised the weapon in his hand and pointed it at the army of the undead, shouting in a loud and angry voice, "Warriors of the tribe, crush these crumbs! ”

"Blood and thunder!"

"Power and glory!"

“Lok＇TarO＇gar！”

"For the Horde!"

Offensive!

In the face of the natural calamity of the undead, the tribe did not hesitate to attack in the face of an army of undead several times its own. Kukaron's wolf cavalry took a step forward and cut towards the battlefield. Ahead, the orcs and minotaurs, holding their shields, stepped forward, raised their shields in front, and rushed towards the army of the undead. They were followed by agile troll hunters, and the Blood Elf rangers drew their longbows and held them high, a barrage of arrows that slashed over the heads of the tribal warriors and spilled at the scourge undead.

Some of the shamans took up arms and charged with the warriors, while others continued to sing ancient songs and prayed for the protection of all spirits.

The brilliance of magic, accompanied by the mage, one deadly spell after another, was cast on the scourge of the undead. Fire, frost, and arcane light weave across the sky.

The clouds pressed down, and a huge figure was cast, and in the sky, a fortress floating in the sky, moved from the rear of the army of the undead, and the evil magic surrounded the crystal on the fortress. Faced with a stalemate on the battlefield, the Scourge finally took out their hole cards, the Floating City, and four fortresses appeared above the battlefield.

Rays of light fell from the sky, and many undead were sent to the battlefield. At the same time, on the fortress, purple beams of light were shot down, and an attack was launched towards the tribe's side. And the people who were swept by these purple beams turned directly into ashes.

"Lao Tzu has long been guarding against you!" Slashing the abomination in front of him to the ground, Gelki the Crusher shouted, "Flare, fire flares, shoot those flying targets for me!" ”

Shout!!!!!

Crash!!!!!

Flares were fired into the sky and exploded!

There was a boom, and there was a thunderous sound in the sky, but there was no lightning to be seen. At this time, above the higher altitude, a huge figure broke through the dark clouds in the sky and descended.

Two airbags painted in the Red World, pulling the huge hull, and a dragon cannon, forged from steel, aimed at the nearest Scourge floating fortress!

The flames lit up, and a large ball of fireball roared out from the dragon's head cannon and bombarded the floating city of the natural disaster.

A huge fortress, burning with flames, sloping down from the sky!