Across the barren wilderness of the Gobi, through the gray valley and dense forests; The corroded forests of Felwood exude a dilapidated and tattered atmosphere, and the cold winds in the icy Winterspring Valley......

After a long and arduous journey, the Minotaur and Blood Elf forces finally arrived at Mount Hyjal, where the decisive battle against the Burning Legion began.

The vicissitudes of the sea in the past 10,000 years do not seem to have brought any changes to this mountain range, and the peaks of Mount Hyjal are still as they were 10,000 years ago, reaching into the clouds of North Kalimdor, like a sleeping titan giant, standing tall and eternal.

Mount Hyjal is revered as a sacred mountain by all the creatures of Kalimdor.

After the War of the Ancients, it was this majestic roof of the world that saved all the survivors of the War of the Ancients in the monstrous waves caused by the apocalyptic catastrophe that shattered the earth. Elves, Minotaurs, Dwarves, Bears...... All the ancient races owe this mountain a debt of owe.

Ten thousand years ago, seamounts guarded all living beings. And now, the sentient beings are doing their best to protect this holy land......

Looking up at the canopy of the World Tree Taidahir on the twin peaks of Mount Hyjal in the north, the canopy of the umbrella-like tree covering the sky and the sun, Old Tang's mind suddenly crossed the above thoughts about the reincarnation of cause and effect......

"Hide here and be lazy, Good, you're at ease!" Grand Chief Sal laughed loudly and scolded from behind Old Don.

Seeing Old Tang holding a cigar and looking into the distance, with a relaxed look, Sal, who came with Kael'thas and Kael'thas, recalled the days when his busy feet did not touch the ground these days, and even with his cultivation, he couldn't help but complain with a wry smile.

"He's a simple-minded guy who is born heartless. Everyone was nervous or excited about the upcoming battle, but he didn't take it seriously. Even if the big war is imminent, it is still more comfortable than anyone else. Kael'thas, who was also indignant, also helped out on the sidelines, cooperating with Sal to ridicule Don's lazy behavior.

Go back. Old Tang looked at the two people who had been working tirelessly for many days, and their eyes were bloodshot, scratched his head and replied, "Do you work hard!" With you to prepare, I am naturally happy to ......"

The coalition forces had been on the Hyjal defensive line for three days and four nights.

Although the three lines of defense had already been built, and the city walls, trenches, watchtowers, and bunkers had been completed as scheduled, everyone still had their own arrangements before the decisive battle.

Match the troops, mobilize troops, arrange mine arrays, distribute ammunition and rations, and set up bed crossbows, throwing vehicles and other war equipment. And even the distribution of armored weapons...... A series of trivial but important things have made the bigwigs hardly have a chance to rest these days.

"The teleportation circle is all set up?" Seeing that the tired elven prince was still angry and wanted to say something, Old Tang hurriedly interjected to bring the topic back to the topic. "That's the back road for our retreat, and the lives of countless soldiers are at stake, and we can't tolerate a little difference......"

Returning the salute to the old Tang who had diverted the topic, the elf prince who was talking about business had a solemn face, and after thinking for a moment, he replied:

"I've led the Magister Legion to build a total of seventy teleportation nodes at the rear of the camp in the past few days, leading from here to the line of defense guarded by the Night Elves in the rear. If you start at full strength, plus the portal temporarily opened by the magisters who have mastered the spatial coordinates, it should be enough to teleport the army in an hour...... Only, once the battle began. I'm afraid the devil won't give us a chance to evacuate calmly......"

"If we don't have a chance, we will fight for it ourselves!" Old Tang's eyes flashed with a fine light, and he said categorically.

……

Don't blame Old Tang and the others, they thought of a way out before the battle started.

This was originally one of the battle plans for the Battle of Mount Hyjal......

From the outset, the main thrust of the decisive battle was not a war of annihilation, but a battle to delay time, or a trap to kill the demon leader of Akmund the Polluter.

How powerful Akmund the Polluter really has is a mystery.

A few things are certain, though.

While his fellow Fraudster Kilgardan may be superior in terms of strategy, his power is undoubtedly the first in the Burning Legion besides Sargeras.

In the War of the Ancients, Akmund not only single-handedly used his spells to inflict heavy damage on Cenarius, who was considered the king of the jungle by the Night Elves. Forced Cenarius's father, Malorn, the guardian god, to come to the rescue. And even in that all-out battle, Malonen also ended up with Akmund's neck broken.

It is believed that Akmund's strength alone will be enough to reduce the allies who resist the Burning Legion to ashes, and the Burning Legion is nothing more than a time-saving tool for the proud wizard.

There is no doubt that Akmund's strength is basically the best in this time period. Ordinary hero-level masters, even legendary heroes like Hell Roar, who has not drunk the blood of demons, can only rush forward and die in vain. Even with Medivan and Cenarius to help. Against Akmund, the coalition still had little chance of winning.

In Garrod's plan set by Shadow Song, the main force against Akmund was never the mortals...... Rather, it is the wrath of nature in Azeroth, the spirit of the spirit contained in the World Tree......

The druids of the Council of Cenarius, led by Malfurion, will perform a ritual to awaken the wrath of nature in Nodashir and throughout Kalimdor, and send him to hell with the power of the World Tree that Akmund longed for by night.

World Tree, Nodashir.

She made the Night Elves immortal. And the price of losing the power of the World Tree is that the Night Elves will lose their eternal life, and will experience birth, old age, sickness and death like other mortal races......

willing to give their eternal lives for the peace of the world...... Such a feat, even Old Tang has to raise his thumb and praise the Cadores: Gao Yi!

You can dislike them, or even hate or hate them. But as long as it's a creature of Azeroth. Whoever is there has to be respect for them on this first point!

……

Unlike the memories in the games of Old Tang's previous life, the three lines of defense of the coalition forces in Mount Hyjal were not built in sequence. The three camps of the Alliance, the Horde, and the Night Elves looked more like an upside-down capital Y when viewed from the air.

The Alliance and the Horde each guard the two roads leading to Mount Hyjal, while the Night Elves guard the cliff in front of the World Tree as the last line of defense.

The warriors of the two lines of defense, the human camp and the orc camp, while delaying time, tried to eliminate the living force of the Burning Legion as much as possible, and relieve the pressure on the defense of the third line of defense in the future. And wait until Akmund takes the bait. The first two warriors evacuated to fight the demons to the death in front of the World Tree and the New Well of Eternity, knowing that they would buy the druids enough time to complete the ritual and kill Akmund......

Therefore, the task of the coalition soldiers is to resist the overwhelming demon army to the death. Hold them back, consume them, until Akmund, who can't bear them anymore, takes it upon himself to step into the trap he has set for him.

……

"Sal, has the minefield in front of the camp been laid?" Without dwelling too much on the issue of how to buy time for the evacuation of the large army, Old Tang had already turned his head and looked at Sal and asked: "This time, there are quite a few high-explosive mines supported by the goblins, and they are against the sea of the undead of the Scourgeon Legion. It's also a big help when you use it well! ”

"We must beat those walking dead and legion demons as hard as we can, otherwise Akmund's habit of commanding battles will not take it upon himself until his minions are helpless...... And in that case, we won't be able to carry out our plan! ”

Hearing Old Tang's solemn tone, Sal nodded solemnly: "All those goblin-made gadgets have been laid down by the demolition experts sent by Ratchet City. A minefield of two thousand yards is enough to block the road in front of us, and it is enough to make those undead and demons pay a heavy price! ”

Hearing Sal's confident words, Don and Kael'thas looked at each other and smiled bitterly. Those who have not really fought against the undead Scourges will never be able to figure out how terrifying the sea of the undead is for the Scourge.

The goblins have plenty of explosives. Not to mention the heavy damage to the demon army, it is already a blessing to be able to pit one-tenth of the Scourge army. Relying on those low-level cannon fodder alone is enough to easily crack the minefield of the coalition army in a simple and crude way of directly wading through mines. And among the almost endless number of walking dead in the undead natural disaster, the most indispensable is low-level cannon fodder......

If nothing else, the battle ultimately depends on the warriors to fight for their lives, and exchange their blood and lives for victory......

And while the three of them were talking, a bloodied and badly injured Wyvern Knight had already staggered in the sky and fell straight in the direction of the three of them—it was a scout sent by Thrall. One of a small group of Wyvern Knights......

And behind this scout, there are more than a dozen gargoyles in relentless pursuit, brazenly breaking into the tribal defense line, and recklessly continuing to pursue the bipedal dragon knight.

"Humph!"

Seeing the figure of the cataclysmic undead again, the elven prince's face suddenly became gloomy and cold, and he snorted coldly and made a brazen move. Under the guidance of Kael'thas. More than a dozen fireballs hit these arrogant gargoyles with rapid and precise accuracy, and saw them blast into the sky full of rubble.

And the orc knight, who had finally landed safely and was covered in blood, had already clutched the severed arm that had only a piece of stubble left, and staggered towards Thrall. In the healing wave that Sal sowed with all his might, he gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and reported a news in an extremely weak tone that made the hearts of the three of Lao Tang tighten:

"Big... Great Chieftain, discover the demons and the dead... Traces of the army of the undead...... Distance from the line of defense... There's only one day left! It's expected that tomorrow morning, on... will be to us... Attack...... Time always seems to pass so long in waiting.

Almost at the same time as the first rays of the sun bloomed in the sky, all eyes were on the east.

Solid stone walls. Deep trench barricades, arrow tower sentry posts with the Lordaeron Alliance flag hoisted...... Under the sun, every aspect of the alliance's defense line looked so solemn and solemn.

The dwarven musketeers are seizing the last moments, checking their beloved weapons; Human mages and priests were awakened from their rare sleep by their comrades-in-arms, placing potions and magic gems within reach; The Night Elf Wardens straightened the quiver across their waists. Wipe the moon blade in your hand

Boar people, bear monsters, dwarves, humans...... Warriors of all races silently grabbed their weapons, put on their armor, and stood silently behind the city gates. Their hands were trembling, their faces were full of excitement, nervousness, and death-defying expressions, but there was no trace of fear and despair.

Because everyone knows if they lose. All the living beings on this continent will not have a better destination than death.

The soldiers of the Seventh Legion followed their most trusted commander closely, forming a tight formation under the command of Duke Leorik, who held the generalissimo's sword. Unlike the warriors of other races in the defensive line, the eyes of every soldier of the Seventh Legion were so indifferent, as if they were indifferent to the next battle to the death, and generously went to justice.

This veteran team that has experienced World War II and World War III seems to have nothing to lose. This elite army, which has faced all kinds of terrifying enemies such as trolls, orcs, and undead, seems to have nothing to fear from them.

All they have is the anger of hatred for their enemies and the boundless courage to fight. Every warrior of the Seventh Legion has fought at least fifty battles, and even the youngest human warrior can face the claws and fangs of his enemies with a smile...... Kill an enemy, or be killed by an enemy......

Gianna was slowly walking down the high slope at this moment. She was standing in the camp. Stand in front of all the fighters. The young female mage placed the magic book on her chest, her silver-white and blue magic robes dyed as red as blood by the rising sun.

"Blood forges honor, life or death."

The strong female mage raised her crystal staff with a solemn face, and the blue light even overshadowed the rising sun, enveloping everyone present.

"I don't know how many of the warriors standing here will survive this battle. I don't even know if I'll be able to talk to everyone here when this battle is over......

Gianna's voice was full of awe of the unknown fate, but in the next second, the female mage's tone suddenly became extremely firm:

"But we have to fight with all our might!"

"Not because we don't have a choice, but between life and death, we must rather choose to die with glory. Nor should you choose to live in humility and shame! Because...... It's about our honor, our loved ones, our homeland...... And a qiē we cherish the good things we care about! The safety of this world, the fate of all living beings, is now in our hands! ”

"All of you who choose to stand here at this moment, maybe we were strangers we didn't know each other a moment ago, or even old enemies who hate each other... But! But from this moment on, each of us is a comrade-in-arms who can entrust each other's backs, life and death together, and never give up! ”

"This fight. We're going to win, we're... Must win! For all that we hold dear——— let the bones of the undead and the blood of demons prove our steadfastness! ”

When the arch-mage spat out the last few words, no one made a sound, but Gianna could clearly see a firmness in the faces of everyone who was alive, a determination that had never been felt before.

"Grab your arms and prepare to take on the Burning Legion! Before we get the job done. Never let an undead and a demon pass here! ”

Brian Copperbeard and Duke Leoric, who had changed into a burst of fine armor, looked at each other and shouted in unison. Gripping the Moonblade, the Warden Mavi gazed angrily at the demon army in the distance. Behind them, the Boar Man's Martial Arts Captain Steelback and another burly and tall Bear Monster warrior stood side by side, raising their weapons high in their hands!

At the far end of the horizon, a terrifying wave of demons and undead was already raging, and time did not allow for a moment's hesitation.

The priest grabbed the scepter, and the robes glowed with magic in the sunlight. Knights with rifles on horsebacks pacified their mounts and stood at the forefront of the battlefield in a shock formation. Always ready to launch a desperate assault on the mighty and terrifying Burning Legion. Their heavily armed figures did not show a trace of hesitation or hesitation in the sunlight.

"Hold on to your determination to die——— live!" Gianna suddenly turned around, stretched out her hand and summoned four huge water elementals, and walked firmly towards the watchtower at the forefront of the position, and the explosion of the seventh legion behind her resounded in the sky in an instant:

"Forge honor with blood!"

"The Light is with us!"

……

Rough, heroic, hideous, slaughtering...

In the tribal defense line, an awe-inspiring battle spirit and high fighting spirit filled the entire world.

Orcs, minotaurs, trolls, blood elves... The warriors of the tribe were already fully armed. Set-knot standby!

The east was white, and gradually dispelled the darkness that enveloped the earth.

Surrounded by heroic masters such as Kane* Bloodhoof, Woking, Hellroar, and Kael'thas, the Great Chief of the Tribe, Thrall, clutched his hammer and stared at the rising sun and the demonic army surging in the distance under the sun, and took a deep breath:

"Brothers, comrades-in-arms, today, we will fight to the death against the demonic scum of the Burning Legion and the walking dead of the Scourge of the Dead!"

"And we will win!

"Because there's nothing to challenge the tribe! All those who try to hurt and suffer for us will be completely crushed by our anger! ”

In response to him, the 200,000 warriors clashed with blades and shields, and the roar of battle resounded through the sky.

In the next second, Sal raised the hammer of destruction in the air, looked up to the sky and roared:

"For the Horde! Either win or die...... To be continued...... Q