Chapter 280: The Great Retreat of Mount Hyjal

When the true shadow of Akmund the Polluter, one of the Demon Triumvirate of despair and disaster, covers the battlefield, the true strength of the Burning Legion is finally revealed to the coalition forces.

After announcing his arrival in a domineering and uninhibited declaration, the polluter glanced contemptuously at the stunned Coalition soldiers in front of him from a distance, and waved his hand disdainfully. The sky suddenly darkened. First, a scarlet fade into the amber canopy, a slight harbinger of ruin, and in a moment, the color began to turn an extremely disgusting dark green.

It was the evil glow of the Flame of Evil Energy......

In an instant, the burning meteor roared through the sky and rushed to the earth, and hundreds of burning meteors flew towards the center of the battlefield. With violent explosions and violent earthquakes, hundreds of terrifying hellfires stood out of countless deep pits. Hellfire rose from the crater, furious and terrifying, mercilessly and efficiently crushing all living beings, forcing the poor creatures that stood in their way to flee in all directions.

A spatial rift was torn open in mid-air near the Prophet Medivan - it was a teleportation array similar to the Dark Gate, the teleportation array of the Burning Legion's terrifying army...... A terrifying rush poured out of it like a tidal wave: winged demons and bewitching succubi, roaring hellhounds and brutal demon guards, wielding yellow-green magical flames and powerful magical energy, smirking. Brutal ruining miè encountered a qiē thing......

The huge spatial rift continued to swallow, and every minute and every second, hundreds of high-level demons descended on Azeroth from the teleportation channel, roaring and shouting obscure demonic words, arrogant and desperate to cover up the warriors of the coalition who had regained their fighting spirit from horror and panic......

"Burning Legion, kill as much as you want! Destroy it! Deal with these rabbles for me, no one will be able to stop the Burning Legion! ”

Amid the bustle and roar, the cold and tyrannical commands of Akmund the Polluter resounded throughout the battlefield with endless coercion and desperate terror.

However, when the soldiers of the coalition saw the huge demons and the endless tide of demons surging like a tide of demons, they did not drop their weapons in despair and trembling as the polluters expected, and their morale was even higher! Akmund could almost hear shouts erupting from the human position:

"Take revenge on the devil, defend our dignity with blood and life for the sake of our dead comrades, for the lost honor!"

Under the leadership of generals at all levels, the bear monsters and boar warriors roared the war slogans that had been passed down from generation to generation, clutched their weapons and fearlessly charged forward, intercepting the seemingly boundless demon army, and fighting with the terrifying and brutal demon army, even if they used up the last trace of their bodies and shed the last drop of blood...... At this moment, the warriors of the two indigenous races were even more courageous than the elites of the battle-hardened Seventh Legion!

Because this is Kalimdor, it's their home!

Because this is Mount Hyjal, their holy mountain!

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The Night Elf Warden troops, led by the silver-fanged Warden Mavi* Shadowsong, poured arrows down on the demons with all their might. Faced with an enemy who had fought to the death 10,000 years ago, the girls of the Night Elves were tougher and more courageous than many men;

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The dwarven musketeers turned a blind eye to the terrifying demons who rushed to the front, even if their proud bullets could not kill the terrifying and massive incendiary golems who were at the forefront, they still calmly fired in rows under Brian's Copperbeard's orders, pouring anger and hatred into the bullets, and sniping the demon captains who were responsible for leading the team;

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Even the dwarfs, who have always been timid and cowardly in the eyes of the world, have shown everyone the madness and dignity in their bones. The gnome engineers of the mortar brigade almost ignored the hovering Doomsday guards overhead, deaf to the deafening shouts of murder around them. One by one, they concentrated on calculating the trajectory of the cannon ejection, and kept correcting the goals of the gunners;

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And the warriors of the Seventh Legion, whether they are humans or dwarves, warriors or mages, have already unsheathed their swords and surging with magical power, standing up to countless allied troops, and the bayonets of the demon army are red, no one retreats because of fear, and no one gives up because of despair......

Because they are the most elite Union soldiers!

The honor that countless Alliance warriors and martyrs poured with their blood and lives cannot be tarnished!

It's a pity that even if the coalition warriors fought bloody battles and fought for their lives, it was still difficult to resist the invasion of the demon army. In the face of a monstrous number of elite demons and the personal intervention of Akmund the Polluter, the warriors' efforts suddenly became meaningless......

Some of the demons who are squad leaders are at least twice as strong as ordinary demons, and they have already had a preliminary synergy with each other. Sometimes, even if they are stabbed into the vital point by the warriors, their tenacious vitality and ferocity will still make them desperately hold your weapons and provide other demons with a chance to kill. In time, those seemingly weak succubi also made all the coalition soldiers understand that there is absolutely no good stubble among the demons of the Burning Legion, and every demon is synonymous with cruelty and tyranny......

With the help of other demons, the succubus's charm skills always arrive at the moment of insertion. Even if these charm skills can't really charm those determined warriors, no matter how high the mental power and willpower are, when the charm descends on the ground, the warriors' movements will always be slow for a moment. And in a sluggish instant, either a few hellhound land mana burned, or the demon guarded the cold light of the battle axe will immediately follow.

And the polluter Akmund is synonymous with ruin and death......

With a wave of his hand, the raging flames fell from the sky, stomped his feet, collapsed and cracked, and the earthquake trembled...... With a single move, one of the Burning Legion's Big Three, like the warriors of Azeroth, showed what it means to be truly unbeatable......

The spatial rift connecting the twisted void was opened by the demon, and countless hellish demons poured out of it along with the Cerberus, and more warriors of the two armies died on the battlefield every moment. The massive demon leader leads the unscrupulous Burning Legion, which is destroying the weak defenses of the coalition army, and the steel, walls, and fortresses are nothing more than obstacles in the way of the burning giants.

"Everyone, retreat!"

Seeing that the situation was getting worse and worse, and in the face of such a huge disparity in strength, Gianna, the great mage who led the troops to support him, could only reluctantly abandon the base and issued an order to retreat according to the established plan.

Duke Leorik looked at the once innocent girl, now a resolute female leader, and commanded the retreat with tears in his eyes. The mage was able to maintain his composure in such a chaotic situation, so that the coalition forces were defeated but not defeated, and retreated to the waypoint set up by the tribes in the rear in an orderly manner. While the old duke sighed that this female mage who had grown up by himself was able to grow up so decisively and excellently, he was also infected by this tragic atmosphere.

Duke Leorik did not fail to lose a battle, nor did he not give the order to retreat unwillingly when the battle situation was unfavorable. He understood that the tears of this resolute woman were not for the dead, but for the living, for the warriors who could still fight, or were fighting, with their swords in hand. They are not willing to fail, they want revenge, and they don't care when their lives end. This strong belief has always driven humanity to take courage against demons......

Duke Leoric's only remaining sanity in his bloodline told him that if they did not unite the forces of all the races on the continent, they alone would not be able to fight such a formidable opponent. In order for the retreat of the large army, it is necessary to leave a broken rear army, and in the face of the menacing demon army...... The warriors of the Broken Rear Force had only one task that they had to complete: to sacrifice themselves to buy time for the safe evacuation of the large army......

And as an old marshal, the most difficult order should be given by himself......

"Everyone is out of the battle and retreats to the intended target!" Duke Leorik clenched his long sword and ordered categorically: "The Ninth Marine Brigade stays, join me to stop the enemy, and buy time for my comrades!" For the sake of the Alliance, the Light is with us! ”

"Yes! For the Union! There was no hesitation, no fear, and the loud shouts were full of heroic courage in the face of death......

The great retreat of the coalition forces began.

And the temporary retreat is to be able to gather all the strength to fight the Burning Legion...... Fight to the death!

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The more than 10,000 Marine warriors of the Ninth Marine Brigade relied on the defense line that had become a ruin and their own flesh and blood, and held out for nearly twenty minutes under the crazy impact of the demon army......

The entire army, from officers to soldiers, was killed in battle. As an ace unit that has made countless achievements in World War II and participated in countless tragic battles, after this doomed battle, there is not one survivor of the warriors...... Even the mid-rank Duke Leorik was knocked unconscious by the casual blow of Akmund the Polluter, and completely lost his combat effectiveness...... He was desperately rescued from the demon's minions by the soldiers who revered him.

But no matter what, no matter how much sacrifice was paid, the troops after the break simply relied on their lives and flesh and blood to resist the impact of the demon army, and bought enough time for the army to evacuate. All of them are worthy of the praise of their elite soldiers, and even more worthy of the glory of the alliance!

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The Prophet Medivan stood alone at the back of the line, confronted by the great demon Akmund, who had knocked over the fortress like a toy. The Guardian Staff glows with arcane light in his hand, reminding him of his responsibilities as the last Guardian.

"You're brave, mage, to be able to face me alone. What else do you want to do now? The disgusting laughter of the polluters was heard in the air. It was a sinister laugh accompanied by a natural sense of superiority and control over the fate of others, sounding so unnatural and harsh, revealing in the bones the arrogance and arrogance of being the enemy of the entire multiverse: "The troops you rely on have scurried towards Hyjal like rats, and they have abandoned you!" Haha......"

As one of the Burning Legion's triumvirate, Akmund's monstrous terrifying might could never be imagined or fathomed unless he faced it himself.

Even those as powerful as Medivan are equally apprehensive when faced with polluters. Forcibly controlling his feelings, the last guardian tried to keep his voice normal and confident: "We won't lose, demon!" It would be a mistake to be hostile to all the races on this continent, and you will reap the consequences, and you will see how amazing the power of a qiē can be when united! ”

After glancing at the vanishing troops out of sight, Medivan himself activated the last emergency spell he had prepared. The white magical light instantly enveloped the Prophet and all the surviving coalition warriors. Resisting the stinging pain in his brain from the mental overdraft, the Guardian chanted the last syllable of the teleportation spell in a loud voice, and with a white light, before the demon could react, he led all the survivors out of the broken base, leaving only the demon's angry and hysterical roar.

"Humph!" Akmund, who was as tall as a mountain range, let out an exasperated snort. The thunderous voice that resounded across the battlefield was full of anger after being teased, and even the high-ranking demons of the Burning Legion trembled: "Useless waste, catch up!" ”

"Kill them all, destroy the world! I don't want to see any annoying little bugs...... Goode, it's Akmund!"

In the tribal camp, Illidan*, who was covered in the sticky blood of the demon, gathered his wings and landed beside Old Tang, and said with a solemn face: "I can feel his evil and powerful soul fluctuations!" tyrannical, arrogant, unscrupulous...... Hum! ”

The terrifying coercion of the polluter was so powerful that it made all the soldiers tremble even if they were dozens of miles away, and Old Tang naturally felt the monstrous flames of Akmund......

"The alliance camp is in danger...... Old Tang, who led the team to strangle the demon army that rushed into the defense line, locked his brows tightly, and after a moment of silence, he turned around and shouted to Sal: "Sal! The demon leader has bitten the hook, don't fall in love with the battle, take the soldiers and retreat as planned! ”

"Brothers of the tribe, get out of the battle and retreat to the waypoint!" Thrall, who was sitting on top of the frost wolf, did not hesitate at all when he heard Old Tang's reminder, raised the Destruction Miè War Hammer high, and used the power of the Spirit of the Wind to spread his voice throughout the battlefield. The tribal warriors of all races gave orders to prohibit it, and quickly pulled out the teleportation node set up by the Blood Elf Prince and the Magister Legion under the command of generals at all levels......

"Shh~~~Huh!"

Old Tang gave a loud whistle, and a moment later, the majestic body like a hill of barbarian horns appeared beside Old Tang.

Straddling the back of the brute, Old Tang raised the war hammer in his hand high, and commanded in a loud voice:

"All the cavalry troops, move closer to me!"

There was a terrifying cold light flashing in his eyes, and the roar of the resolute old Tang was deafening:

"Follow me and give those arrogant demonic scum a little bit of power!"

"Sue them, who is the real master of this world...... Q