The night was bleak, and the ruins of Lordaeron, which used to be ghostly, were now noisy and war-tortuous.

On the periphery of the royal court, the two "deceased" belonging to different camps are fighting together against Mai Mang.

There were a huge number of walking corpses on one side, and the walking dead roared forward like endless waves, and the eerie roar was deafening;

The other side was silent and solemn, neatly dressed and armored, wielding the sharp blade in his hand to dismember the undead disaster into the flesh and wreckage of the undead in front of him again and again, just like a reef standing on the shore, let the waves wash and beat......

The entire battlefield is like a huge flesh mill constantly devouring and grinding the "lives" of both sides.

……

On the stalemate battlefield, a force of hundreds, composed of abomination and crypt demons, roared into a sudden attack and rushed towards the junction of the two armies.

Whether it is a large body, an astonishing stitched abomination, or a crypt demon with sharp teeth and claws, it is a powerful elite undead, and it has always been the best choice for the undead to conquer the city, break the formation, and penetrate the defense line.

If these elite undead are allowed to get their wish, not only will the front line array of the forsaken be shattered, but even the entire line of defense that was originally evenly balanced will be upset.

Fortunately, the Forsaken Commander who oversaw the battle on the front line was not a mediocre hand, but an experienced general......

"The second reserve comes with me and stops them!"

The gloomy and hoarse tone sounded on the battlefield without hesitation. Baron Rivendell, armed with a rune sword, had already pulled the reins of his horse and led the team to rush to the assault force of the undead scourge opposite.

Under the bleak moonlight, the rune sword shimmered with a cold, snowy light.

Dozens of yards of running wildly through the passage cleared by the Forsaken soldiers had soared at speed, and the Death Knight in armor had already used his horsepower to knock over the big abomination at the head. Immediately after that, the blue light of the sharp rune sword flashed, and the blade that flickered with frost runes had already beheaded another abomination sword owl wielding a bloody plate axe.

"Charge! Charge! ”

With a shake of his hand, he cast a death grip, and the inky rune energy condensed into a beam of energy like substance, dragging an abomination not far away that was about to throw out the meat hook directly to the ground.

Under the control of the Death Grip, the massive Abomination rolled on the ground several times, knocking over several large men like him before stopping. The chosen abomination was just about to get back up. The hideous, ugly skull had been pierced by the sharp spear-like feet of a crypt demon that could not dodge......

"For the glory of Sylvanas!"

"Kill them!"

At the almost frenzied shouts of Baron Rivendell, an entire brigade of Forsaken cavalry flattened their carbines and followed. It was like a sharp knife rushing into the natural disaster army composed of abomination and crypt demons almost without hindrance, cutting and tearing out a shocking "big hole" in the original scattered formation of the undead natural disaster.

The plate axe split the steel armor, and the horse's hooves trampled the carcass. The jet-black spear and chitin carapace collided in the dark night with sparks like metal......

In an instant, the Forsaken cavalry had already fought with those undead elites, and in the wide square, every second, the soldiers and soldiers on both sides were completely asleep.

The battlefield outside the court of King Lordaeron has completely transformed into a bloody meat grinder.

……

"Whoosh~~~"

In an instant, a series of more than a dozen sharp arrows pierced the sky, and in an instant, the necromancers who occupied the towers of the distant royal court city towers, along with the ghouls and abominations who guarded them, were nailed to the city wall. And on the tower of the royal court, the rest of the necromancers who were originally smiling and laughing non-stop harvesting the "lives" of the forsaken also staggered under the elite and fierce arrow skills.

The Undead Scourge knows no pain, and it's true that ignoring the nature of trauma makes the crossbow less lethal to them. But even that depends on who bears the bow......

When facing Her Majesty the Queen who wields the Windranger Warbow, not to mention a few corpse witches and necromancers, even the Great Lich Kel'thugad must be cautious and cautious!

However, at this time, Her Majesty, as the commander of the first army, no longer had the heart to take action in person, and then to compete with those annoying little bugs. Gaze at the queen who had not been able to attack the royal castle of Lordaeron for a long time in front of her, and put away her war bow to observe the battle situation, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and her expression seemed to be solemn.

A whole day of attacking advances. Relying on the pre-arranged ambushes and internal responses, the Forsaken troops successively penetrated the four lines of defense set up by Banazar in the city, and rushed into the inner city almost unscathed.

But then. The Forsaken's furious advance was suddenly contained.

First, a huge amount of undead disasters suddenly converged from all directions in the direction of the Forsaken forces, firmly blocking the path of Her Majesty the Queen and the Forsaken;

After spending a lot of time, energy, and casualties, the Forsaken managed to clear most of the walking dead blocking the road, and broke through the roads and passages leading to the royal court of Lordaeron, only to encounter resolute and tough resistance outside the royal court.

A large number of elite undead with strong combat power roared in, frantically attacking the Forsaken troops, delaying and delaying the footsteps of Her Majesty's troops. It took even more time on this journey than the previous four levels of defense combined, not to mention the casualties suffered by the Forsaken in the battle.

It was already at an absolute disadvantage in terms of troops, and the fighting style of the natural disaster troops on the opposite side was consistently chaotic but deadly. The outer part of the royal court was stunned and staged a tug-of-war that Her Majesty had tried to avoid before.

Every inch of the battlefield was repeatedly fought over by both sides, and the originally smooth stone slabs on the square had long been soaked in rancid blood. The mutilated corpses of both sides covered almost every corner of the square.

With only 18,000 left, the Forsaken Force is almost struggling at the moment......

Observing the scorching stalemate in front of him, Sylvanas* Windranger tried his best to think of a way to solve it. But just as Her Majesty the Queen was helplessly making up her mind and preparing to put the last reserve behind her into the battlefield, a team of Batriders who had barely escaped the pursuit of the gargoyle landed beside her and brought a piece of information that surprised Her Majesty unexpectedly:

"Her Majesty the Queen." Jump off the saddle on the back of the big bat. The Forsaken scout hesitated, "In the royal court...... There are no enemies! ”

"Behind the line of defense of the natural disaster...... It's an empty city...... What did you say? ”

"Didn't find it?"

It was getting overcast, and in the inner city of the ruins of Lordaeron, Gallisus, who was sitting on his horse, asked his lieutenant with an irritated expression. He looked annoyed.

"A thousand minotaur mongrels, a thousand silver hand rebels, and a full two thousand cavalry who could not hide their tracks were hiding in the city. But now I've given you almost a day to search, and you told me you couldn't find it? ”

"What do the scouts and sentinels in the army eat? Are they all dead? ”

Speaking of irritation. Some of the out-of-control Gallisus slashed his head and face according to the adjutant's head, and it was a horsewhip. Had it not been for the fact that he had not removed his helmet because he was in a state of imminent combat, Garissus' lieutenant would probably have had a second scar on his face......

Garrissus' inexplicable sense of superiority and unreasonable temper were well known throughout Lordaeron.

The absurd habit of beating and scolding soldiers at every turn at the slightest displeasure seems to have become the only way for this noble warlord to try to maintain his prestige, and it is well known throughout the Northern Legion.

Let's not talk about whether such a stinky problem can be exchanged for the awe of his subordinates, at least it is absolutely impossible to get the sincere support of the sergeants......

repeatedly whipped the soldiers under his command for no reason. This kind of contempt for the dignity and honor of his subordinates will be difficult to convince the public even if it is suppressed by the concept of superiority and inferiority. Not to mention the fact that the order given by the commander was not so glorious in itself ...

attacking allies for their own selfish desires; The Great Enemy is currently focused on infighting...... This kind of thing will be despised by any bloody man and a soldier with a sense of honor, and it is a despicable act that will be poked in the back by people in the back among those soldiers who have always been straightforward.

There is no doubt that the bad habits of the commander finally angered his subordinates. Re-straightening the helmet that had been whipped by the horsewhip, the pent-up anger in the chest of Garissus' new lieutenant reached its limit.

"As your lieutenant, I must do my duty to remind you, Marshal!"

"We don't have enough scouts! The city is full of undead natural disasters, and it is difficult to move an inch! The order you gave is simply not possible. And it doesn't make any sense! ”

"Our enemies are undead, Marshal! It is a dereliction of duty for the enemy to waste his limited reconnaissance force elsewhere! It is irresponsible for the lives of the brothers! ”

The unbearable adjutant stiffened his neck. His face was flushed, his expression was excited, and he retorted without giving an inch:

"The Minotaurs aside, but both the Lord of the Silver Dawn and the fellow Scarlet Crusaders are our allies. If you can't scoop up a convincing reason, this ridiculous order to clear out friendly forces...... We have the right to refuse to execute! ”

"Bang"

There was a muffled sound, and the captain and adjutant who had spoken out against the order had already fallen to the ground.

"Bastard!"

The adjutant's refutation undoubtedly made the angry marshal angry. While scolding angrily, the commander who kicked the person down with a kick had already put the long sword in his hand on the adjutant's neck: "Those Silver Hand rebels are a group of careerists, how can they stay?" They're kind of fart allies! ”

The adjutant's refutation made Garissus tremble with anger, and at this moment, the commander was almost hideous, and could hardly suppress his anger, and was about to kill this guy who had openly disobeyed the general's order and broken his face.

Fortunately, the handsome man is arrogant and arrogant, but he is not really hopelessly brainless.

Scolding and scolding the soldiers and subordinates may not be a big deal to the commander. Say it. It's just a loss of the love and support of a group of mud-legged people. But if the adjutant who raised an objection is really killed in public under the pretext of disobeying military orders, the name of "brutal and unreasonable" will definitely not be able to escape......

And when the current commander has the ambition to spy on the throne of Lordaeron in his heart, he naturally has to cherish his wings, maintain his reputation as much as possible, and eliminate the negative impact of Qiē.

What's more, the Northern Legion under his command is the capital for him to fight for the throne and ensure his authority. A small captain, adjutant, and marshal don't look at it. But if one is not handled well, it is possible to lead the army to be disheartened, and even the soldiers mutiny and let the well-intentioned people take advantage of the loophole...... In that case, it would be really too late to regret it.

The laurels of honor are almost within reach, and the throne of the king seems to be close at hand. This qiē made the commander who could also be called decisive in the past suffer from gains and losses.

"On the battlefield, spare your life first!"

Complicated thoughts lingered in his mind for a long time, and the commander finally held back the anger and resentment in his heart, withdrew his long sword, looked condescendingly at the adjutant who staggered up, and said sharply: "The guilt of confronting the official, not obeying orders, and disturbing the morale of the army, wait until Lordanlun is restored and ......."

But the handsome voice has not fallen, and the change has been reborn.

"Click, click, click......."

The noise of a winch turning suddenly sounded, and the gate of the passage leading to the royal district in front of it was rapidly rising, and in the next second, a large number of roaring and roaring walking corpses frantically poured out of the gate to rest in place, and the soldiers of the Northern Army of Lordaeron pounced on them.

Behind the towering walls, thousands of gargoyles suddenly rose into the sky, and then swooped down on Lordaeron's soldiers!

Caught off guard, dozens of human soldiers at the forefront didn't even have time to regroup, and they died under the fangs and claws of the walking dead when they resisted......

"Enemy attack, whole team!"

"Quick! Build a line of defense! Counterattack!!! ”

The sudden blow made Marshal Ga's eyes tear after a brief moment of consternation. Ignoring the "pronouncement of sentence" to the adjutant, the commander had already raised his arms and shouted amid the miserable howls and angry roars of the soldiers, and gave the battle order with a roar.

"Jie Ji~~~ Recover Lordaeron? What a big breath! ”

And when the commander tried to reorganize the formation and stabilize the team on the verge of collapse, a seeping cruel smile suddenly came from the sky above the Northern Army array:

"Your fate ends here, stupid human!"

Pale face, terrifying body, bat-like wings...... In the sky, the Dreadlord Banazar stood proudly, staring down with contempt and disdain at Garissus who was looking up with an annoyed expression.

"Tremble! Fear it! Greeting the ...... of Death Hum! ”

It's a pity that Banazal had just halfway through his lines and had to swallow them back into his stomach. A brilliant sword and a lightning-fast javelin flashed in mid-air, almost cutting down Banazal, who had been arrogant a moment ago.

The Dreadlord in mid-air almost made a series of dodge moves to avoid the sudden attack. Immediately after that, he looked jealous and looked at the two buildings on the left and right with full vigilance......

"I think it......" The roofs of the two houses on both sides of the street shattered and collapsed, and a deep voice echoed through the audience: "That idiot and you big bat...... It's better to worry about all of them! ”

In the dust, two figures with very different shapes jumped onto the roof, one on the left and one on the right, on either side of the Dreadlord......

Ember Bringer!

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