The next morning, before the mist had lifted, the army marched majestically to the north end of the Sadol Bridge. Half of them left half of their men and horses to build fortifications at the north bridgehead, and the other half of the cavalry rushed directly across the bridge, breaking into pieces, and disappearing into the swampy shrubs of the wetlands in an instant.

Observers concluded from the clothing and staffing of this army that the first to be put into battle on the Arathi side was the famous Iron Army, the Falling Star Guardian Regiment of the Arathi Basin. Using scouts to attack the main attack is the signature tactic of the Falling Star Guardians, and these tough warriors are accustomed to working in small groups, swimming in the wilderness like wolves, specializing in killing people, and there is no mercy!

When they were in the Arathi Basin, the Horde's legions suffered a great loss at their behalf, and until the end of the war, they could not get rid of their entanglement, and they suffered terribly.

To everyone's surprise, the alliance's army had not yet reached the front, and the Alahi coalition army took the initiative to cross the border and attack!

Heading south from Arashi, across the Sadol Bridge, is the largest wetland in Azeroth, a low-lying wetland that is difficult to get out of, and when the tide rises, the sea backs up and makes it muddy. In such an environment, tall trees could not grow, and there were low bushes more than two people tall everywhere, and the march was extremely difficult.

In order to allow the large army to pass, the dwarves who had been requisitioned were working day and night to lay a road to the Sadol Bridge, and the construction team had now advanced to 30 kilometers south of the Sadol Bridge, and only the last section of the project remained.

The dwarves had unparalleled engineering talent and were physically strong, and it would have taken at least two years for the same task to be completed by humans, but it only took them three months to come to an end. However, the last 30 kilometers were not so peaceful.

Three days later, at noon.

On one road, tens of thousands of dwarves were rushing to and fro, and cartloads of earth and stone were pulled by sheep carts, dumped into the swamp, and then turned back the way they came. The six-metre-wide road is large enough for two vehicles to stagger together, and the otherwise soft roadbed is quickly hardened and smoothed after repeated crushing by passing traffic.

The method used by the dwarves was very simple and effective, and the army of road builders began to advance all the way from Danmoro, and the ranks continued to increase, gradually increasing from a few hundred at the beginning, to now, there are more than 20,000 people! From above, the traffic and people flow like a long snake, and the whole construction site is like a precision machine, running non-stop.

Bands of goat cavalry patrolled the road, all heavily armoured, hammered and shielded, and carrying muskets on their backs, both near and far. About 200 meters from the front of the site, there was a bush, and a pair of eyes were hiding in the bushes to observe, until the dwarven musketeers left, and did not withdraw their gaze.

It was a slender young man, who turned and dived into the depths of the bushes, his body agile as a fox, and he shone and moved all the way to avoid the dense foliage, and from the outside, there was no movement in the bushes.

After walking for about 100 meters, it suddenly became clear in front of me, and a clearing appeared, and four people were lying on the ground with their heads on their heads, discussing something.

"Head, when are we going to do it?" The sentry asked excitedly, lowering his voice.

A human female mage turned her head and glared at him, raising her index finger to "shh This female mage is the leader of this team - Norbulingka.

"Let's eat first, wait for Lord Isara's order, it should be soon." Norbulingka gave the order, and several team members sat down on the spot, took out the army's dry rations, and ate them with anticipation on their faces. They were the first to enter the ambush position, and all they could do now was wait for everyone to be in place.

Along both sides of the road, the same squads lurk every few kilometers, stretching down to the foot of the Danmoro Mountains. At this time, the team that had dived the deepest was still on its way to the preset position.

Ordinary teams are composed of five people, but this team that has penetrated the deepest has only two people, and the composition of personnel is also relatively special. In front of the head was the leader of the group, Isara, and the person who dragged behind her turned out to be a ghost dressed in a suit similar to that of the Vengeful Army.

If Cheng Xiaotian was here, he would definitely be surprised, after not seeing him for a few months, the originally peeling and revealing right side of his face was intact. Now she looks like an ordinary human, and she is no longer the original undead.

"Lord Isara, we can't get too close to the mountains." Yu Yu stepped forward and reminded him side by side with Isara.

Ishara looked up ahead, and the Danmoro Mountains rose abruptly from the ground, reaching into the sky less than ten kilometers away.

"Prepare for battle." Ishara gave a short and powerful blow, and her body flipped off Martha's back with a light turn, her toes only a little on the ground, and her body swept towards the west. Yu Yu followed and dismounted and chased after him, and his movements were unusually fast.

Shortly after passing through the bushes, the road came into view, and the dwarves were rushing to and fro, and the overseers in military uniforms cursed loudly, urging the men to speed up.

Without a word, Ishara nodded at Youyou, who immediately took off her longbow and mounted an arrow aimed at the overseer's throat.

Suddenly, a human soldier on the road galloped up on his horse, shouting loudly all the way, whipping the dwarf in his way, and approaching the overseer.

Seeing this person, Yu Yu's pupils shrank and he deflected the arrow.

"The army is coming soon, get out of the way of the right half of the passage!" The human cavalry began to shout.

The dwarven overseer was startled when he heard this, according to the plan, there should be three days left, why is the army here now? However, he was only a junior officer, and these things were obviously not for him to ask about, so he also began to drive out the sheep cart on the right passageway.

Isara's brows furrowed, and after a little thought, she waved her hand, "Fight!" ”

Woo!

As soon as Isara's hand swung out, a sharp and piercing sound came from the east, and before the dwarves could react, the human soldier's shouting was cut off, and the arrow was nailed horizontally to his throat.

The people looked blankly, only to see the human cavalry frozen on his horse, with a helpless "clucking" sound in his throat, and after rolling his eyes a few times, he fell straight down. At the same time, a shrill whistle was heard from the north, one after the other, into the distance.

"Enemy attack!"

The dwarven overseer let out a hoarse scream, and before he could give a second warning, another arrow silently shot out of the bushes, also through his throat, and the shouting came to an abrupt end.

The next moment, the people who reacted woke up instantly and began to run westward, crying and screaming all over the place.

In the distance, another goat cavalry dressed as a non-commissioned officer rushed over, aiming at the fleeing crowd with a musket in his hand, and loudly threatened, "Return to your post immediately, otherwise, you will die on the spot!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Ishara unscrewed her bow and shot an arrow.

Bang!

The sound of gunfire startled the fleeing people, and they subconsciously stopped and looked back, only to see that the musketeer's eyes were glazed, and a sharp arrow was sticking out of his forehead, and the musket in his hand was falling downward.

Bang!

Another shot rang out, and then the dwarf threw himself on the gun, and there was no movement.

This shot, as if to give orders to the people, accompanied by more panicked screams, they threw themselves into the swamp and scattered in all directions, and no one dared to turn back.

A similar scene spread along the road, the people broke up like toppled dominoes, and the cries were heard from Danmoro to the Sadol Bridge. (To be continued.) )