After the battle of Stratholme, a battle was fought that would stake the fate of the race. From the very beginning, the fierce battle on the high slopes of Zumashar entered the white-hot Cheng dù.

There is a flat area in the middle of the high slope of Zumashal, which was once an important outpost during the era of the Troll occupation, and when Brad led the Alliance troops to attack this side, the troll soldiers on this post were the first to notice the appearance of the Alliance army.

Although the post was later taken by the Allies because of the Goron and other means, it did not mean that the post was insignificant.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that Brad had a lot of cards at the time, and if he didn't have so many means, this outpost alone could have consumed a large number of Union troops, and later the Alliance occupied the gates of Zumashal, and this outpost played a very important role.

And now this situation, Azeroth is also constantly developing, Zumashar is the lord of the city thought that from the earth adventurer, she understands the importance of keeping up with the times.

This sentry has also been taken seriously, when it was purchased from the Jasper Collar to build a building from the magic tower of the Raven people, the sentry here has actually become a magic tower, but it still looks like a sentry, and there are scout guards on it, and the guard will change regularly.

But ordinary people simply did not know that this was an important firepower point for the defense of the city, and the battle entered a white-hot phase at the very beginning.

As the troll leader said, the last thing they lacked now was soldiers, and although there were huge rolling stones crushing skeletons one by one, it was impossible to put several of them at the same time. One side of the boom collision affects the effect.

The width of the slope is very wide, and a situation with a diameter of about three yards naturally cannot cover the entire road. Of course, the rolling stones are constantly crushed and collided. The direction of the tumble is erratic, which causes great damage to the skeletons and gives the rest of the skeletons a chance to go up.

When the twentieth rolling stone rolled down, and the lower part of the slope was full of broken bones, the skeletons also came to the center of the high slope after paying a great price, and below was the skeleton that the rolling stone could not crush, and at the bottom of the high slope was occupied by the sea of skeletons.

At this time, the watchtower revealed his proper face, and two solar beams shot down from the watchtower, and the scorching solar beams swept back and forth like lasers.

Even though these special skeletons are immune to normal fire damage, they can't resist the powerful scorching beam of the sun. The average bone dragon is as fragile as paper in the face of the sun's beams. Not to mention these skeletons.

The sun's beam swept back and forth on the high slope, often the sun's beam swept by, and the skeletons that were swept were cut in an instant, and their bodies could not withstand this heat at all.

Some of the more fortunate skeletons were fine, or they had an arm cut off, or they were split in half, but some of the unlucky skulls that were directly swept by the sun's beam were scorching at a scorching temperature that the Yin Fire of the Soul Fire could withstand, even if they had accumulated too much resentment. Their souls were vaporized the moment they touched the sun's beams. Since then, he has completely disappeared from this world.

The soul fire was not extinguished, and the situation of the broken skeletons was also not good, even if they could reassemble the mutilated bodies, but the mutilated base of the body made these fish lose the opportunity to dodge the stone balls.

These skeletons are conscious. But their consciousness is more occupied by the confusion, and their target is Brad, and they have no pity for their companions. In addition, in order to avoid the sun's beams and stone balls, those uninjured skeletons continued to trample on the broken bodies of those skeletons that had lost their mobility. In this way, whether the soul fire is directly evaporated, or the body is broken and incapacitated, the skeleton substrate is useless.

Undead trolls full of resentment don't have feelings of fear. Their eyes are only on Brad at the moment, and they want to climb the city wall and tear this man apart with their own hands, only in this way can they pay tribute to what they have lost.

It has to be said that artillery, magic towers, and huge rolling stones are a very powerful defense plan, and it is simply difficult for other forces to get into the sky if they want those Zumashal, even if the Jasper Leader wants those Zumashhar, they have to pay the price.

There are also surface-to-air missiles in their city, such an insoluble defense, any enemy will feel fear, but they can't get down these undead, a large number of skeletons are innumerable, and the companions in front have already rushed into the streets, and the front is still pouring up the high slope one after another.

"Damn it, it's still like this when you're dying." The troll leader clutched the spear in his hand tightly, and he felt even more angry when he saw Brad's ever-calm expression, just this annoying look, even if he had been sleeping in the dark for more than ten years, this expression was his nightmare. He sank in an endless nightmare, he hated, he was mad, but he just couldn't wake up, he was tortured over and over again.

He repeated the war with Brad in his slumber, watching his race perish again and again, and his resentment grew deeper and deeper, until he was summoned to escape the never-ending cycle of reincarnation.

And when he received the order of his new master to retake his hometown, he finally found an outlet, although he wanted to seek revenge on Brad all the time, but he never expected that he would run into Brad so soon.

Now he generally knows a little about the changes in the world, he knows that he is lagging behind, and people have prospered in the past ten years, but he didn't care about it, because the history of trolls is longer, they have a history of more than 100,000 years, but trolls are not like that, what can human beings develop in just ten years, he doesn't care about it.

Knowing that he saw it with his own eyes, he knew how ridiculous his previous thoughts were, the power of the two shells was too great, and the power of the shells must have been more than one or two times greater.

The only thing that is fortunate is that his people have also become extremely powerful, otherwise he doesn't know how many soldiers will have to be sacrificed, although the magic tower and the rolling stone have caused a lot of trouble for them to attack the city, but in his opinion, it is just a small trouble, such a consumption. He endured it.

"The walls are so close that I can't wait to pierce your chest with my spear. I really want to see if your heart is red. Even the most evil gods in the world are not as cruel and ruthless as you. You have set fire to hundreds of thousands of the young and old and warriors of my troll clan, and today is the time for us to retaliate. Just wait. This moment won't be too long, and hopefully you won't run away from fear. ”

Brad felt his powerful soul fluctuations, and didn't care at all, the strong speak with strength, if threats and intimidation can scare the opponent to death, then what's the use of fighting.

To this, Brad only replied with three words: "I'll wait." ”

"You're damned!"

Seeing Brad's understated expression, the troll leader felt like his whole body was about to explode, and he roared to urge his mount.

Another troll with a staff of bones beside him stopped his way and said, "Chief." Don't be impulsive, now is not the time for you to rush instead. ”

The troll head came to his senses and said, "Damn bastard, you provoked me. ”

He understood what the high priest meant, more than ten years have passed, they have seen too many unfamiliar weapons, who knows if the other party has any special means to hide, if not, forget it, if they rush forward rashly, they can only be sent to death. If you die. It can only lead to a leaderless situation for the newly formed clan. He was not a chieftain who had not been acquired by peaceful means, and before he came here, several legendary troll powerhouses had a fierce competition, just as they had been for more than a decade. He defeated the previous chiefs, priests, shamans, and other important leaders again before he became the leader again.

"Okay, then you just wait, this time I will finally give you a taste of what endless fear and despair are."

The troll leader glared at Brad again. Personally begin dispatching elite skeletons to charge.

An hour later, the skeleton finally approached the wall.

Two hours later. As the number of skeletons grew, the skeletons actually built rudimentary bone ladders out of the broken bones of their companions.

Three hours later. Despite the blows of various means on the city walls, the bone ladders continued to increase, and the real siege battle began.

Zumashar also had the presence of musketeers, and the artillery could not cause any great damage, let alone muskets, and in the face of the bone ladder built with the help of a pile of bones, the Shattered Leaf tribe launched a stormy charge on the city walls.

The fierce battle continued until the evening, the sun was about to set again, and the earth would fall into darkness again, but the undead would not feel tired, but with the arrival of night, the combat power of these skeletons increased a lot again.

Warriors and hunters are very difficult to kill these special skeletons unless they directly destroy the skeleton's soul fire, they can only use their strength to knock these bone racks down the wall, but this is to no avail, even if they fall apart, they will be assembled again after a while.

The only ones who can inflict great damage on these skeletons are paladins and priests with holy light, but there are some paladins in Zumashal, but there are very few priests, and most of the priests are women, and they are not proficient in combat. Treating the wounded soldiers had already made them anxious, and the battle was impossible, only the paladins interspersed with the other soldiers, constantly inflicting casualties. And in order to defend the city walls, Zumashal also paid a heavy price.

The sword in Rivendell's hand swung as a bolt of light purified the skeletons that had swooped down on the walls into ashes, but there were still endless skeletons swooping down below.

He had been fighting for several hours in a row, even though he was a legendary powerhouse, but as he released the holy light on a large scale, he was also sweating profusely, and his spirit was even more depleted, and he felt that the holy light in his body had dried up.

"My lord, the old marshal asked you to return to the headquarters." A herald said as he jumped quickly beside him.

"Sue the old marshal, I can still hold on." Rivendell said as he swept a skeleton across the walls again, scattering large patches of bone powder. He guarded a large section of the city wall alone, and not a single skeleton could come up as evidence.

The herald gritted his teeth and came to his side and whispered, "My lord, there is an emergency, and there is a plague in the city. ”

"What?"

"There is a plague in the city." The herald spoke again.

Rivendell's face changed, and his body was even more shaky...... (To be continued......)