The undead are overwhelmed, and the demon army is brutal and crazy.

In the dilemma of being suddenly attacked and suffering from the enemy, the commander of the legion, Field Marshal Garisus, did nothing, and in the end even openly surrendered to the enemy and colluded with the demons...... (Ordinary sergeants don't know that the commander has been charged)

The military situation is not smooth, the orders are not clear, and there is no distinction between friend and foe...... This qiē led the warriors of the Northern Army to collapse in their fighting spirit, and their morale dropped again and again, and quickly fell below the freezing point.

If it weren't for the siege, only a battle to the death would have been possible to gain a glimmer of survival, and I am afraid that the tens of thousands of soldiers and horses who entered Lordaeron City under the command of the commander would have already collapsed into a mass of scattered sand, like a rabble that would collapse at the touch of a button.

Even if the human warriors fought desperately to survive and formed a formation to protect themselves, but without a commander and command of the human troops, casualties are still rising in large numbers.

From Banazar launching a surprise attack with a massive number of walking corpses, to a large number of demons spurting out of the teleportation circle continuously, in just ten minutes, the warriors of the Northern Legion in a state of chaos have been attacked one after another, and nearly a thousand people have been damaged.

The black hole-like portal in the sky finally stopped.

The hellfire, which turned into a meteor, smashed madly into the two warring armies with a desperate horror. Buildings collapsed, earthquakes trembled, and flame creatures six or seven meters high rose one after another from the large pit in the ground and entered the battlefield, clearing out patches of dead areas in the defensive formation of the Northern Legion of Lordaeron in an instant.

With a single punch, you can casually take the lives of two or three Lordaeron soldiers. A dozen or so Hellfires were like more than two dozen heavy rollers, tearing apart the defensive line that the Northern Army had managed to reassemble in an instant.

In the midst of the Lordaeron warriors, the ferocious demons frantically slaughtered those who tried to stand in their way, or were killed by the warriors.

Every splatter, every life withered, was rewarded with their terrifying laughter, for these creatures who loved to kill and destroy. The wails and despair of the living before death are the feast they enjoy the most.

And before the military formation, the walking corpses of the undead are like a sea of smoke and endless sights.

On the ground, abomination, the Crypt Demons burst through the defenses at all costs, followed by agile ghouls, unleashing their fangs and claws as ruthlessly and efficiently as hunting wolves, pounced, bitten, chewed, and swallowed the scattered human warriors until they turned into a puddle of bones. Occasionally, there are lurking necromancers and necromancers leaning towards filthy and evil necromancy......

In the sky, hundreds of gargoyles flutter their wings and laugh grotesquely, swooping - grabbing - climbing - diving again, eagle-like claws clawing at their targets' skulls. Tear open the chest and abdomen of the warrior. Intestines, organs, flesh and blood, and severed limbs are like terrifying ceremonial flowers that keep "blooming" in mid-air.

The horror and gore of demons and the undead make the battlefield of Lordaeron feel like hell.

There is no doubt that if the situation is allowed to continue to develop, the chaotic Northern Army may be in danger!

Fortunately, human beings have always been a heroic race!

Those heroes who shine and stand up in times of crisis will never be cut off, just like those corrupt and depraved evildoers!

This may be why the humans in Azeroth are a backward race with no long history and no outstanding talents. But it can pass on the bloodline from generation to generation in countless threats and challenges, and even climb to the peak step by step, and its prestige is at its peak. In the end, no one can underestimate the reason.......

"Stay calm! Reshape the formation! ”

The brilliant sword slashed across the sky, splitting in two the dozen or so demon guards who had rushed into the formation and slaughtered in one fell swoop. The Ember Bringer Mograine has leapt into battle to protect his fellow citizens. Shout!

"Don't be afraid!"

The light bullets of the exorcism shone brightly under the night, and a hellfire that was about to raise its legs and trample the human soldiers around it was hit by the energy of the holy light, and then it shattered in an instant, reducing it to a pile of scattered rocks.

"Don't panic!"

Approaching a pack of roaring and roaring Cerberus, Mograini dropped his knife in hand. Regardless of the body, dozens of swords were slashed, and in an instant, these cruel beasts were stirred into a rain of blood and minced flesh.

"Hold your sword!"

The Holy Light shone in the night sky, representing purification and the power of the Holy Light, set off a divine storm that enveloped the surrounding digital circles, scorching several Eredar Warlocks to ashes.

"Erect a rampart!"

Holding up the indestructible Holy Shield Technique, Mograine had already stubbornly resisted the fireballs fired by hundreds of imps, and without hesitation, he rushed towards a demonic teleportation circle. Mobilize the strength of your whole body and slash it with a sword.

The holy light is majestic, and all evils retreat!

The portal that kept transporting the demon troops, along with the two huge lava dogs guarding in front of the door, collapsed and shattered before they didn't hold on for even a second in front of the vast power of holy light. The chaotic flow of energy was like a giant beast that chose people to devour, devouring the bodies of countless demons and demons in an instant, distorting and losing control of spatial energy into a storm, stirring a qiē food within a radius of tens of yards into fine dust!

"Although we have an unknown number of enemies...... They will come to you with their minions, steel, disease, pestilence, malevolent spells, and corrupt visions, and they will equip all that evil can gather......"

In the expectant, worried, and excited eyes of countless people on the battlefield, the majestic shouts spread throughout the battlefield through the smoke and dust that obscured the vision. Although the shield of the Holy Shield is crumbling, it is still dazzling!

"But you, brothers, warriors! You have more! ”

Lightning shot out, and the sword swung out.

The mighty Hellfire could not stop the Ashbringer from slashing; Powerful high-ranking demons could not survive the judgment of the Holy Light.

"Justice is our shield, courage is our armor, and hatred is our weapon!"

The condensed power of holy light came out of his body, and Mograini spread out a pair of lifelike and radiant wings of holy light on his shoulder! The paladin who turned on the Fury of Vengeance is like a god descending from the earth, unstoppably purifying and eradicating all the depraved things that are targeted by him!

The previously arrogant and invincible Burning Legion demon is nothing more than a dirt dog under the sword of the Ember Bringer......

"Walk forward with pride and fearlessness!"

Leaping into the air, he aimed at the Flame Giant, which was six or seven meters tall in front of him, and the One of the Ashes slashed down his head. The rock body of the hellfire could not hinder it in the slightest, and the one who was in ashes cleaved to the end. Cut the weapons of war that ordinary people are afraid of in two!

The fierce fighting on the battlefield continues, but Mograini's rise to the occasion has set the best example for all Lordaeron warriors!

In the shouts and excitement of Mograine, the morale of the Northern Legion, which was about to collapse, exploded in an instant!

An unrivaled sword shot out, turning countless walking corpses into ashes in its path, splitting the undead in two in their path.

Stepping on the path of Lordaeron's warriors with their shoulders against their shields, Mograine lunged into a chaotic but dense array of undead scourge and burning demons. The Ash Emissary suddenly erupted with majestic divine energy, condensing into a giant blade of holy light that grew more than ten meters long in the terrifying and terrifying gaze of the demons.

"As long as our hearts don't stop, as long as our fighting spirit hasn't stopped. Lordaeron's will will never die!

Sweep, cut, slash, spin!

Whether it's bloodthirsty demons or terrifying undead. There is no resistance under the blade of light.

There was no wailing, no roaring, and hundreds of minions of the Lich King were deprived of even the ability to retreat, and they were instantly reduced to ashes and scattered with the wind under the edge of the Great Blade of Holy Light!

"The Light is with us!"

Mograine, who cleared a blank blank from the overwhelming army of the undead, stooped down and picked up a tattered Lordaeron banner. With a loud shout, he planted the flagpole deep into the ground beside him.

The re-fluttering military flag is like a monument, which instantly condenses the hearts of the army.

A qiē is as the veterans remember......

Where the military flag goes, it is what the blade points to!

Where the Paladins of the Silver Hand are. It will be full of hope and glory!

"The Light is with us!"

"Ember Bringer!" "Ember Bringer!" "Ember Bringer!"

It's like lighting a beacon fire, and a deafening battle roar bursts out on the battlefield in an instant! The appearance of Mograine, the Ember Bringer, the sparkle of the Light. Let the decadence and despair of the previous soldiers disappear.

It's like a totem that stands tall, like a hunting flag......

The Ember Messenger in Mograine's hands is no longer just a divine soldier, but also a fearless pride, and a hope of victory and glory!

Even if it's an emotionless undead. I will also feel fear and hesitation in the face of him!

Even bloodthirsty and ferocious demons would tremble when they stood in front of him!

This is, Ember Bringer!

The soldiers of the Northern Legion, who were originally in turmoil, regained their trustworthy leadership and spiritual sustenance, tacitly regarded Mograini as their commander, and the scattered military formation that was close to collapse was clenched into a fist again!

The number of undead scourges is simply too many. The walking dead in front of them are barely visible. They let out all sorts of howls from their mouths, and the pressure on their faces can almost drive people crazy.

Thankfully, Mograini was firmly at the forefront.

The Ember Bringer cut angular lines and weaved lightning between demons and the undead.

A man and a sword are like a shark mixed into a school of ferocious small fish, no matter how fierce and bloodthirsty the fish are, they can only be helplessly buried in the mouth of the shark.

Without the slightest hesitation or fear in his eyes, Mograini was the first to kill the sea of undead that was pouring in from the shop.

Hold the divine weapon in your hand and have faith in your heart.

Even if all the undead legions lined up in front of Mograini, he would step in with ease, leaving only ashes of the enemy's bodies in his path.

Behind him, there were countless Lordaeron soldiers with the same blood-red eyes and a sense of madness all over their bodies. With a high-pitched fighting spirit that can destroy a qiē, he made the most fierce charge against the undead scourge since the beginning of the war.

With a gust of wind that swept across the air, the arrow feathers fell into the army formation of the undead scourge with the same precision as if it were growing. Rulin's long sword and shield collided with the demon's blade**, piercing the body of the walking dead.

The demons and undead, who seemed to be a little flustered by the sudden blow, discovered that the group of avengers who had returned from hell to earth under the leadership of the man who had terrified them were rushing towards them like gods with high fighting spirits.

Their mouths were panting, the wounds of the previous war were still bleeding, but the warriors of Lordaeron, wielding the weapons in their hands, still rammed into them with the most fearless of death.

At this moment, those demons who keep their sanity even have a delusion. The human beings rushing on the opposite side are the natural disasters of fierce demons or undead!

Because of the appearance of Mograini, the battlefield has once again entered the white heat. But on the roof before, Lao Tang, who was alone in the face of the big marshal and the big bat, fell into a crisis again.

……

"Bang!"

The knock-off egg shield in his hand once again blocked Gariss's stalking-like slash, but once again the surface of the shield left a deep slash. didn't have time to investigate the situation of the shield, and before he even took advantage of the situation to counterattack the commander, Banazal's magic blows had already followed.

As a last resort, Old Tang could only parry the unforgiving blow of this handsome man with a horizontal sword, and at the same time turned sideways and barely protected his body with a shield. Carrying the rain of shadow arrows. The corrosive evil energy has corroded the thick shield weighing hundreds of pounds into potholes.

Old Tang secretly estimated. If I do it a few more times, I'm afraid this shield will be completely scrapped......

And such a scene has been repeated many times!

The loss of the two war hammers, although it will not make Old Tang's combat effectiveness sharply reduced, it must also weaken Old Tang's deterrence and explosiveness.

Fortunately, the Sindolei Blade is a collection that has crossed over with Old Tang, although it is a parallel import with no special effects. But at least it's tough enough, as long as you don't run into those divine weapons, at least there is no danger of breaking.

But this second egg shield is just a copycat mass-produced product made of stainless steel......

A few rounds of offensive down. The hideous spikes on the shield's surface had been severed by Garrysers' Generalissimo sword made of silver. The claws that had just been waiting for an opportunity to sneak attack on Banazar were almost pierced directly.

However, the issue of weapons is not the most disadvantageous.

With one enemy and two enemies, there is also Banazar This way of fighting is just to restrain his cunning bat. While Mograini was showing his might on the battlefield, Old Tang was in danger here.

Gallissus, who was caught in the grip of Banazal, almost lost his mind and played a desperate style from the beginning.

Old Tang repelled and even injured him several times, but the other party didn't care at all, and after a while, he made a comeback and stalked him.

There was even a time when Old Tang was secretly ruthless. When Garissus stabbed the longsword into his chest, he slashed at his neck, and Garissus's stabbing sword did not hesitate at all, as if he was about to die with Old Tang.

Needless to say, if Old Tang persists, the result of losing both sides or one dead and one injured is probably exactly what the big bat of Banazar wants to see.

What's more, no matter how disdainful Lao Tang is about the combat skills and experience of the commander, he can be regarded as a master who has entered the hero level.

In the face of the handsome man who exchanged his life for injury, even if he was as strong as Lao Tang, he would feel a headache, and he would inevitably be restrained for a while.

Old Don's perverted power can be called terrifying, which is really buggy, but it is not against the sky. Judging from the comparison of the battle of Mount Hyjal, the strength of ** alone is similar to that of the abyss lords such as Manolos and Azgalo. There is still a big gap compared to Akmund, and even compared to Gruul, who is entrenched in the outer regions.

And the body that has been polished by hero-level warriors will not be killed by Lao Tang with one blow if he is prepared.

So Garissus

Although the combat effectiveness was suppressed by Lao Tang in all directions, Lao Tang, who was not in his hands, wanted to solve this waste wood, and it was really not a thing that could be done in minutes.

What's more, there is also a powerful Dreaddemon King on the sidelines.

……

Pulling back, he dodged a slash from Gariss, and kicked a broken masonry of a house into the Dreadlord who cast spells one after another in midair. With the blessing of great power, even the stone is enough to make Banazar jealous. Banazal, who also didn't dare to give Old Tang any opportunity to take advantage of, had to flap his wings and dodge.

But before he finally relied on a little trick in the battle to buy himself a short respite, Old Tang continued to act, and the commander on the side had already followed and charged forward......

With fire-breathing eyes and a gloomy looking expression, Garissus really tore his heart at this moment!

If it weren't for the fact that he had to be careful to guard against the big bats in mid-air at all times, the time spent in the previous battle would have been enough for Old Tang to chop the waste wood in front of him into meat sauce. But now under the attack of the two, Lao Tang didn't even have time to throw the javelin, and was completely suppressed unilaterally...... This feeling of grievance undoubtedly made Old Tang very unhappy!

In terms of threats, in comparison, it is undoubtedly Banazal, a big bat with cunning nature and many means, that makes Old Tang even more fearful. If possible, Old Tang naturally wanted to list the Dreaddemon King as the first sequence of kills.

But because he was worried that the Fear Demon King would fake his death and escape, and he didn't know whose body he was attached to, Old Tang didn't dare to go against his plan and kill him to the scum without all preparations......

The "history" in memory has long since changed.

Old Tang didn't dare to assert that Banazal, who faked his death and escaped, would definitely aim at the unlucky guy of the Great Crusader Dasuohan as he remembered...... If he insists on killing the wrong person at that time, it is estimated that he will not have to wait for Lafayette to come back to avenge his old friend, I am afraid that old Mograini will come to him with the ashes messenger as soon as possible......

So knowing that killing the big bat of Banazar is the key to solving the problem, Old Tang still put the "correct" tactics on the shelf and continued this aggrieved battle.

Besides, even if you don't think about the plan...... A Dreadlord with a flying advantage is so easy to kill for Old Don, a violent warrior who can only fight in close combat?

On the ground, there is a dog's skin plaster of Da Shuai, and in the sky, the big bat of Banazar is pouring out magic...... Lao Tang seemed to be being formed by someone to fly a kite and fell into an embarrassment.

……

Facing the generalissimo's sword at his waist with Garissus, Old Tang gritted his teeth and stiffened the sharp pain caused by the explosion of the big fireball in his back, and slammed the shield to shoot the generalissimo far away, and then threw a knock-off egg shield that was almost shattered with the momentum of throwing a discus as a "throwing weapon" and threw it at the big bat in the air behind him.

"Bang bang ~~~"

Taking advantage of the fear demon king's maneuver to dodge, the old Tang, who had been holding back for a long time, angrily pulled out the tenacious guard fire hanging from his waist, and without saying a word, he raised his gun and fired a special silver high-explosive bomb produced by a shuttle goblin.

Old Tang's act of pulling out his gun and shooting angrily was originally to vent his anger, and he didn't expect to be able to hurt this slippery big bat. After all, compared with his amateur marksmanship, Lao Tang is still more confident in the javelin with the blessing of Juli.

But who knew that even when Old Tang himself didn't have hope, in the midst of the thunderous roar of gunfire, there was suddenly a scream from Banazal!

As far as the eye could see, the Dreadlord's golden iron wings had been shattered, and the wailing Banazal was falling from a height of more than twenty meters......

Looking at the ground that fell to the ground, directly knocked down an abominable big bat, and then looked at the large musket in his hand where the smoke had dissipated, Old Tang muttered to himself with an incredulous face:

"Rub! When did I have this murderous power? ”

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