By the time Akmund returned to the vicinity of the main battlefield, there was no sign of the enemy. The battlefield was littered with craters, some from hellfire and some from artillery.

As far as the eye can see, the field of vision is densely covered with broken corpses. Almost all of them are natural disasters and demons. The retreating Alliance forces calmly contain the corpses of their comrades to avoid being desecrated by the Scourge Legion.

Akmund strode over to the corpse of the Grand Commander's shattered Tikdios, his eyes burning with rage. He knew the Dreadlord, Kil'Gardan's lieutenant. He is also a well-known character in the Burning Legion. In the first battle of his arrival, the Great Commander died like this!

Akmund was deeply ashamed.

The leaders of the scourge and demons were on their knees beside Akmund, trembling at the sight of his rage.

"Kazloga," Akmund called the leader of the Doomsday Guard by name, "Sue me, where did they go?" ”

"They retreated to a fortress in the north, and through the Guò portal they reached a floating city and evacuated. My master! Kazloga, Lord of Doom, replied in a low voice.

"Why not pursue." Akmund's eyes narrowed, and a dangerous light shot from them.

Kazloga was stared at in the hair, he knew the temper of this master deeply, and if he did not answer well, his fate would not be better than that of the skeleton soldier who had been rubbed into ashes by Akmund.

"My master, the enemy has a very threatening rapid-fire weapon. We tried to pursue, but we lost a lot of money...... "He puffed out his chest, and there were still a few horrible wounds on his sulfur-colored skin that had not healed. "Even my body can't withstand too many attacks."

This answer temporarily discouraged Akmund from pursuing it. He turned to Darkan and Arthas, both of whom were also scarred. The others were almost wounded. None of them were intact.

"Why don't you use your Floating Fortress?"

"All have been destroyed in the great battle, my master ......" Darkan prostrate on the ground. Tremblingly replied.

The three remaining Floating Fortresses, including the most powerful Stronghold of the Black Blade, landed on the ground. All of them became the primary targets of ground artillery. Anti-aircraft firepower is limited to functionality and does not provide particularly powerful firepower, but ground artillery does not have such limitations. When the artillery of the heavy artillery unit with a caliber of more than 200 mm poured hundreds of pounds of shells over, the fate of these immovable floating fortresses was already sealed.

Now they're all part of the ruins of the ground.

"Good." Akmund suddenly pinched his chin and sneered, his fingers fiddling with the two Eredan tentacles on his chin. "We are being calculated."

"You," Akmund pointed at the Dreadlord Anatheron, who shuddered and broke out in a cold sweat, "From now on, you take over Tikdios's position. Ruler of the Nasrezm Demons! ”

"Yes, my master!" Annetheron exhaled. It scared him to death just now.

"Looks like I'm underestimating these ants." Instead, Akmund laughed, "Then from now on, I'm going to adjust my plans!" ”

"My master, what shall we do next?" Anatheron asked cautiously.

"Destroy here, then destroy Silvermoon City, all the way south, destroy all the lives!" Akmund made a cruel voice.

"My lord, I know of a place where we can expand our ranks." Darkan said cautiously. "Not long ago, my servant told me that there are many trolls in the Land of Ghosts."

"And Gilneth, where the army of hundreds of thousands of dead should also be dispatched." Alsace Road.

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The Alliance's armies calmly withdrew to the Magister platform. And through the teleportation array there to enter Dalaran over the Endless Sea, and then through Guò Dalaran and the teleportation array of Pearl City back.

The High Elves' fleet had sailed for Lordaeron long before the war began. Now that the sea crossing is imminent, any ship is an extremely important resource.

In terms of results. This battle of Sunwell should be considered a victory. But there is no doubt about Akmund's strength. The explosion didn't hurt him much, and Anna's attacks from controlling the Rainbow of Focus didn't really shake him. It was impossible to think of any more power than to kill this demon lord.

"Night Elves". "World Tree" is the name most often proposed by Anna and Kang Weihan. Because in the original history, Akmund was killed by the souls of the Night Elf ancestors of Mount Hyjal.

When the footage of the Eye of Scouting left behind in Quel'Salas returned, all the leaders fell silent.

The Burning Legion went all the way south. Turn the whole of Quel'Thalas into a sea of fire. The armies of the undead and demons leave nothing behind. The High Elves' life-like forests have been charred, and the magnificent buildings built over thousands of years have been reduced to rubble.

Silvermoon City, the great capital city, is now in ruins.

"We have no choice but to retreat."

"Hurry, the Burning Legion is advancing very fast. It's only the third day, and they're already in the land of ghosts! ”

"In three days at most they will reach Stratholme. Since there is no way to resist Akmund, it is better to give up there directly! ”

"And the hand of Tyr, who should also retreat early."

The original opposition at the meeting is no longer there. Now the people in the alliance are panicking, and everyone wants to retreat as much as possible. The first fleet had been offshore for three days - and even after the report of the Battle of Sunwells had arrived, a thousand ships of all sizes had sailed from the North Sea Docks, the South Sea Town Docks, and the Kurtilas Docks, carrying more than 200,000 refugees to Kalimdor.

Every day, ships from other places sail to several major ports, and hundreds of large fleets complete their assembly and sail away.

In order to transport more people, the coalition had to find a way to fasten the small fishing boats together with iron cables and brackets, and also used them as sea boats. But even with the protection of a large fleet, the ability of such a small ship to resist risks is still very worrying. They are very susceptible to capsizing if they are caught in a storm.

But even if all the ships are gathered, and the two floating cities of Dalaran and Pearl City are counted, there are still more than 1.5 million people in the Lordaeron continent who cannot travel to the New World. They had to migrate south. Pray that the Burning Legion will not burn the flames of war to the Southern Continent.

Jiang Weihan said in a deep voice: "Stratholme can't just give up. ”

He then explained: "It will take at least half a month for the refugees to be evacuated. If we abandon Stratholm directly, then the Burning Legion can attack in any direction on the continent of Lordaeron at will. ”

"Then we're going to hold Akmund back one more time." Anna's voice was self-deprecating. "I really feel like a grasshopper shaking a tree."

"Who is not? Hopefully we'll find another way to restrain him sooner! Jiang Weihan also smiled bitterly.

Just then, the herald burst into the conference room. This must be the case with an emergency intelligence herald. Really. The herald hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, almost all of Gilne's Scourge Legion has been dispatched, stepping through the wall of Greymane, and is preparing to launch a major attack!" ”

A total of no less than 50,000 troops have been maintained on the front line of Burning Wood Village to guard against natural disasters. It is mainly composed of the Gilnes Legion led by Queen Tess, the Knights of the Silver Hand led by Dasohan, the mechanized troops of the Dwarves and Gnomes, the Tempest Knights led by King Varian of Stormwind, and the Riptide Fort Legion led by Soras.

After the retreat of Northrend, the Orc Great Chief Thrall also led a force to join the front line of Burning Wood. However, in the midst of the unpleasant past of the previous Second War, the orcs camped alone on the outskirts of Burning Wood Village. There is little interaction between the two, and naturally conflicts are avoided.

Even though the scouts first noticed the movement of the Wall of Greymane, war inevitably broke out.

King Jean rushed out with all the Scourge soldiers. Gilneth is now an empty city. But the effect of this is also obvious: he has raised a huge army of more than 250,000 people! Look around. The land is full of natural disasters!

But this army was not led by Jean. His master has descended in person, the Lich King Darkan has arrived with the Death Knight Blox, and a group of Dreadlords.

Upon learning that the alliance was crossing the sea on a large scale, Akmund ordered the army to flank the north and south, and encircle it from both directions. Pierce Lordaeron and destroy all the resistance forces in Miè!

Therefore, he sent some of his right-hand men to command Gilneth's troops. Upon receiving the order, Jean immediately ordered his lichs and necromancers to summon their master's arrival.

Now, the big war is on!

"Go, my minions. Let these living people feel hopeless and fearful! Darkan floated in the air, shouting orders to the hundreds of thousands of troops.

In order to defend against the attack from the opposite side, the Burning Wood Village Front had long built large-scale fortifications. Artillery fire from the positions in unison. Fall into the army of the undead, inflict a lot of damage on the Scourge and empty the enemies near the landing spot, and then instantly refill it with more Scourges. These shells are like pebbles thrown into the sea. Splashing a wave, but it doesn't help the big picture.

The dwarf air force is also working hard to drop bombs and fight natural disasters such as gargoyles. The dwarves' steam tanks roared. Rushing towards the enemy horde.

There is no warm-up or temptation in this war, and as soon as it comes into contact, it is an all-out attack!

"Great Chief. The natural disaster over there has rushed out! "The orc camp has also received news of the Gilneth Scourge's attack.

"Do we want support?" Someone can't help but ask.

Thrall immediately stood up: "Rush to the battlefield, now!" Immediately! He grabbed the hammer of destruction. The first one rushed out of the tent, rode on the back of his own war wolf, and shouted: "All orc warriors! Come with me now! ”

Under the orders of the High Chief, the orcs found their weapons and followed Thrall to the battlefield.

"In the name of the Light! Offensive! Dassaulthan shouted with his greatsword blessed by the Light. The paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand, under his leadership, charged the Scourge army.

"Storm Knights, attack!" Varian. Wryon also led the knights of Stormwind to launch.

The cavalry of the Gilneth Legion and the Fort Riptide Legion almost simultaneously crossed the fortifications and charged towards the endless Scourge Legion. Iron hooves trampled, tremors, killing sounds, courage and despair echoed in the sky over Gilneth.

Seeing that these alliance foolish knights still dared to charge, Bloxs grinned. He raised his rune battle axe and shouted at the Death Knight behind him. "Knights of the Black Blade, since they want death. Then we will bring death to them! ”

The black torrent rushed towards the Silver Hand Paladins.

"Let's go have fun, too!" Marganis let out an evil laugh, "Avenge the former Grand Commander!" ”

"You mean Tikdios? It was as if he had been killed by an angel. There was only playfulness in Valimas's voice. There is no sympathy meant there.

"But the angels are on their side, collect some interest first!"

Dasohan crisscrossed the enemy crowd, killing one enemy after another. In the presence of the Light, these natural calamities have been reduced to ashes. But there are fewer and fewer paladins around him, and the natural disasters are killing more and more. Gradually, they fell into a disadvantage.

Just then, a ghoul suddenly pounced on him from behind him at an extraordinary speed. Da Sohan heard the wind and only had time to turn sideways slightly. With a "pounce", there was a sharp pain in his left shoulder, where the armor had been torn. A deep wound was left on his shoulder, and blood was pouring out.

"Quite alert." The ghoul's body twisted and changed into the form of the Dreadlord. It's Marganis!

"Come on, let's keep playing!"

Da Sohan glared at the cunning demon, and while recovering his wounds with holy light, he grasped the great sword vigilantly, and he rushed forward, shouting, "Death, demon! ”

Malganis flashed to the side. Sharp claws slammed into the sword, blocking it. and quickly pounced on Da Sohan. Da Sohan raised his left arm and hurriedly unleashed a defensive spell.

"Bang", the demon's attack landed on his left arm. The light defended against the blow. But Da Sohan still felt a numbness in his left arm. There was even more pain in the position where he had just been injured.

"Not bad. See how long you can hold out? Marganis chuckled. His composure contrasted sharply with D'Sohan's extreme vigilance. Apparently he had the upper hand.

Not far away, Varian was also in trouble. A formidable opponent has found him, Death Knight Brooks!

Varian is a formidable warrior, but now he's just skilful and physically strong. Lack of grinding in the battle of life and death. It's a lot worse than the Ragash on the Frozen Throne who was summoned by Nozdom.

He was frustrated by Brooks' furious attacks, and he was incomparably wolf-bèi.

General Reginald saw that his king was in danger. Immediately pounce on the driver. But even when they combined, Brooks still seemed to be very relaxed.

"I heard you're a king." Brooks pauses the offensive. He bared his teeth and smiled cruelly, "You're going to be my trophy!" ”

Varian and Reginald gasped, their weapons had been cut through by the rune axe in the confrontation just now, and they didn't know how long they could hold out.

"Retreat, Your Majesty. I'll cover you! Reginald carried a shield with a lion on it. That's the Stormwind logo.

"I'm not going to retreat!" Varian vetoed it. "The fighters are desperate, I won't run away alone!"

"Very well, I like opponents like you!" Brocks with appreciation.

"But I hate orcs like you!" Varian stared at the orc death knight, his eyes undisguised with hatred and anger. He yelled and rushed forward!

"When I transform you into a Death Knight, I hope you'll still be proud of your race!" Brooks also let out a battle cry and took the initiative to meet it.

However, courage does not close the gap in strength. Despite the best efforts of Varian and General Reginald, they were unable to resist Brooks' onslaught. Worst of all, when he couldn't dodge and had to parry Brooks' heavy battle axe with his sword, the sword, which had been broken out of many gaps, was finally overwhelmed - with a "click", it was severed by the rune axe!

"Majesty!" Reginald lunged and raised his shield with all his might to stand in front of Varian.

"Boom!" Brooks' all-out axe nearly split the shield in half. General Reginald behind the shield was like he had been hit by a chariot, the left half of his body holding the shield had lost consciousness, and a smell of blood gushed out of his throat, which he knew was the appearance of damaged internal organs.

The nearby Stormwind soldiers rushed this way, hoping to rescue their beloved king and general. But the endless undead soldiers blocked their path to support.

"You're dead!" Brooks pulled out his axe and held it high above his head.

Varian and Reginald were in despair at the same time.

"Brox!" A violent roar suddenly sounded not far away. An orc warrior covered in blood rode a giant wolf, and the giant axe in his hand slashed left and right, chopping the natural disasters that stood in the way like chopping melons and vegetables.

"Shame on me, you orc!" Grom broke through the barrier, raised his blood-roaring tomahawk, and slashed at Brooks.

"Bang dang!" Two great axes clashed, making a loud noise.

Two of the most powerful orc warriors of all time fought each other. The battle place was full of axe shadows, and no one around dared to get close.

"Reginald, how are you!" Varian pushes away the Stormwind general who is protecting him.

"I ...... It's okay, Majesty. Reginald coughed twice, and there was some blood at the corner of his mouth. Obviously it doesn't look like it's okay.

"Don't speak!" Varian shouted to the guards and sent the general, who had faithfully protected him, to the rear.

In front of him, Grom was still fighting Brooks.

Varian was conflicted. He hated orcs, and still is. Even though he was forced to form an alliance with the orcs, he did not forgive these green-skinned beasts who had ruined other countries.

He had just yelled "I hate orcs like you" to Brooks, and in the blink of an eye, he almost despaired, but it was an orc who saved them from the death knight's axe. How will he deal with himself in the future?

But he's not alone. As the heroic orc army rushed up, there were not a few people who were saved by the orcs from the blades of the undead army. The stereotype that orcs had given them more than a decade ago is being reversed. (To be continued......) R1292