"The first and third wings retreat!"

"Mortar brigade, fire suppression!"

"The second and fifth wings will take over!"

At the forefront of the human defense line in Mount Hyjal, Duke Leoric wielded the Generalissimo's sword and unleashed a ferocious slash, cutting off the two ghouls who rushed forward frantically with a single sword, and ordered in a calm and loud voice.

With the deafening sound of the mortar, thousands of shells fell straight into the army of natural disasters with the anger and hatred of the gunners. This time, the firepower salvo intended to intercept instantly cut off the undead army in the middle of the road in front of him, clearing a blank area covered with flesh and bones.

And those officers and men of the Seventh Army who had experienced a hundred battles also took advantage of this short force vacuum to quickly complete the change of defense. The fighters on the front line retreated to rest a little, while the reserves did not hesitate to go up, desperately withstanding the walking dead who rushed forward again......

A circle of divine flames made up of the power of pure holy light erupted from the heroic paladin's tough but thin body, instantly turning a large area of land near Lord Duke into a sacred place. The undead of the natural calamity who swarmed forward in patches were purified by the power of the Holy Light and howled wolf and howled in pain, until they were burned to ashes by the Holy Flame and dispersed with the wind......

Paladin's signature skill to purify evil and cause extensive damage - dedication!

There is no doubt about the strength of the heroic masters.

Under the outbreak of Duke Leorric, this well-timed and powerful dedication purified dozens of Scourge legions, ending their filthy and tragic fate.

However, compared to the number of the sea tide of the army of the dead, the results of killing dozens of undead are only a drop in the ocean, and they can't even turn up a wave in front of the overwhelming sea of undead......

Not enough!

Duke Leorrick's heart, who was solemn, was secretly bitter. He has been through hundreds of battles, large and small, fighting the mighty orcs. I've fought trolls with incredible strength, and I've fought against brutal ogres......

However, no hostile force had ever brought him such tremendous pressure as he did now.

The individual combat effectiveness of the undead natural disaster is not strong, or the combat effectiveness of the batch of undead cannon fodder in front of him who are obviously sent to death is not strong. Even a farmer with enough courage can kill them with a hoe and a pitchfork and win the battle in a one-on-one battle...

But...... Now it is these undead cannon fodder with low combat effectiveness, but it has brought huge casualties to the elite of the Seventh Legion who have experienced a hundred battles.

The Battle of Mount Hyjal had only been fought for one morning, and three thousand warriors of the Seventh Legion had already withdrawn from the battle sequence. The Fourth Wing, which fought at the forefront of the defensive line, was almost completely wiped out, and only a few dozen heavily wounded warriors survived!

It was a team that fought in the worst World War II. An elite wing that has fought brutal white-knuckle battles with orcs under the Blackstone Tower!

But now it is such a thousand-strong team of brilliant achievements, and in a morning, it was surrounded and killed by these hateful and stinking undead cannon fodder, and even suffered heavy losses to the point of almost canceling the number......

This is still only the casualties of the soldiers of the Seventh Legion, and the warriors of other coalition races are only a lot more than the elite of the Seventh Legion!

There is no other reason for this...... These fearless, pain-defiant walking dead have only one overwhelming advantage:

Quantity!

Amazing numbers!

The mountains are all over the wilderness, and the number is overwhelming!

Even a hero-level master, in the face of this uncountable undead natural disaster, he can't rely on the power of one person to turn things around......

The strong have a great role on the battlefield, but this strength depends on the support of the soldiers behind them. Otherwise, even on the battlefield where the sword has no eyes. Even if you are a hero-level master, I am afraid that the final fate is only to die on the battlefield.

Azeroth is a world of supreme strength, but even the most powerful individuals are unable to defend themselves against the vast number of lowly creatures that are as large as the sea. When an overwhelming array of enemies arrives. No matter how strong a hero is, there will be a moment when his strength is gradually exhausted

Otherwise, Grom*Hellroar, who is enough to stand tall with a tomahawk in hand, will not be defeated before the Dark Gate; Akmund, who turned the Magic Kingdom of Dalaran into sand in one fell swoop, was able to kill Mount Hagar alone

If this was the case, this world would have been destroyed long ago.

Think about how the stunning, world-shattering Hammer of Orgrim fell......

And as the battle progressed, as the commander of the Seventh Legion, Duke Leoric, who was in charge of commanding the battle of the Alliance's defensive line, had to face a more serious problem: body lì!

Relying on the tireless nature of undead creatures. and the surging tide of numerical superiority. The commander of the Burning Legion on the opposite side almost used the most brainless and direct tactics, frantically launching a series of attacks on the defense line, wave after wave without the slightest intermission.

A morning of fierce fighting, not to mention the shadow of the demon, not even the elite undead such as abomination, crypt demons, banshees, and other elite undead in the information provided by the minotaurs did not appear. As far as the eye can see, there are the lowest levels of cannon fodder such as ghouls, skeletons, and brainless zombies.

The commander of the Burning Legion made it clear that he was using this almost inexhaustible number of undead cannon fodder to exhaust the arrows and ammunition of the coalition army, exhaust the bodies of the soldiers, and drain the blood of the warriors......

But the undead cannon fodder that is not afraid of loss gives the demon such confidence!

This is not a conspiracy. This is a naked-naked-naked conspiracy that relies on superior military power

Duke Leorik in addition to taking the call. There is no other way...... On the left flank of the Seventh Legion, the Night Elf Warden troops, boars, and bear monster warriors resisted the advance of the Burning Legion.

Merely. Compared with the Seventh Legion, which is tacitly coordinated and powerful, this mixed alliance of three clans is responsible for guarding the flanks of the defense line, and does not meet the main force of the undead......

"Put!"

The Moon Blade in Mavi*'s Shadow Singer swung down violently, and a short, powerful syllable spat out from the mouth under the mask!

"Whoosh......"

The huntress of the Watchmen Force slammed their bowstrings loose, and the next second, the screams of tens of thousands of sharp arrows slicing through the sky and piercing space were matched with the hum of the bowstrings trembling. It pierces the eardrum with a dull pain.

Arrows attached to the power of nature formed a rain of arrows that meant death to the undead, cutting a graceful arc in the sky, and accurately landing on the bodies of the undead scourge that the Burning Legion rushed to the front line. In front of the alliance's defense line, the undead who had been pierced into hedgehogs by arrows suddenly fell in pieces. The undead, who were lucky enough to survive the rain of arrows, roared and smashed the arrows embedded in their bodies with their weapons and continued to charge forward.

On a small dirt slope next to the Huntress Legion, a dozen bird-wing ballistas from ancient legends come to life, controlled by the watchmen to launch a razor-sharp moonblade.

The unique power of the Birdwing Ballista and the special construction of the Moon Blade. Instead of shooting straight like ordinary ballistas, these battlefield killers shoot out in a unique arc, like a boomerang, forming a fan-like striking surface.

These ballistae designed for Hellfire are powerful enough to pierce the Hellfire armor of the Abyss Lord. Now it is used to deal with these low-level undead cannon fodder, although it is a bit overkill, but the effect is absolutely as sharp as chopping melons and vegetables! Any undead scourge that appears within the range of the Moonblade's Soaring Shot Gyro is like cutting wheat and is cut in two by the waist like cutting wheat, and the effect is outstanding!

Eight ancient war trees that came with the team, stones the size of millstones thrown at the most dense areas of the undead. It slammed down on the head of the undead who were still charging. Then, the undead army formation in that area will produce a collapse depression, which can be immediately replaced.

In the sound of long horns, boarmen and bear monster warriors who are better at melee combat. The warriors of the two indigenous races of Kalimdor had formed a dense formation to the beat of drums, standing at the front of the line to strangle the walking dead who rushed to the line in the rain of arrows.

Although the Bear Monster Warriors do not wear any armor, their protection is not low due to their rough skin, and their tough fur is the best armor for them. Strong, brave and good at fighting, with amazing brute strength, the Bear Monster warriors are also good at fighting. After paying the price of thousands of casualties. The corpses of the undead piled up in front of the Bear Monster warriors. It's like you're about to jump over the heights of the Bear Monster warriors......

And beside them, the wild boar people, who had regained their free identity and were aroused by the old Tang to the glory of warriors, also showed their extraordinary bravery. Almost all the boar people are not afraid of death to fight the walking dead of the undead natural disasters, and the ferocious boar people are even dying when they are severely injured, they are stunned to drag a few undead to their backs.

The bloody nature of the boar people in this naval battle is worthy of the name of their descendants of Agamagan!

And among the warriors of these two races, the most prominent and fierce one in battle is undoubtedly the Boar Man Martial Arts Master and the tall bear monster warrior Ursar beside him!

Flaile-wielding steel back. The light yì will divide the corpses of the ghouls who besiege him; And the thick giant palms of the bear monster warrior Usar are even more tigery, smashing the brains of unknown undead...... It's still the same as it was 10,000 years ago. There is no tactic that only knows how to attack, and forcibly breaks through with numerical superiority. The two starry eyes behind Mavi's mask shone with a mocking glow. disdainfully commented on the tactics of the Burning Legion: "Hmph, the commander of the Burning Legion is still as brainless as 10,000 years ago!" ”

Even though the Warden Mavi has survived tens of thousands of springs and autumns, and her life is far greater than that of Duke Leorik even if it is only a fraction of a second, but as a warden, although she is a strong man and has participated in many battles, she is not a general in the end.

Not to mention that compared to his younger brother, who had unparalleled command talents, even Duke Leorik's keen sense of smell and vision for the battle situation was also several streets away. While the Duke was worried about the upcoming battle, Mavi Shadow Song did not notice the hidden dangers, and still showed her own disdain for the commander of the Burning Legion.

After all, it was not the demons of the Burning Legion who were still looking at the Burning Legion ten thousand years ago, but herself......

However, with disdain and disdain, Ma Wei, who saw the first round of attacks of the Undead Scourge disintegrate, did not have the slightest excitement.

The undead scourge they killed was only a tiny fraction of the total number of the Burning Legion. And the subsequent war will undoubtedly be tragic, not to mention that those truly powerful demons and undead have not yet waited......

Maybe. In this war, she and her men will all die...... Next Formation, Keep Attacking! ”

Far away in the heart of the army of the undead, Rekey Donghan waved his pale and terrifying bone claws downwards and coldly ordered.

And in the next second, it was another untold roar of walking corpses surging towards the human defense line at the far end.

Even though they knew that they had become consumables, the undead still faithfully carried out the order and persistently launched a charge.

These low-level undead simply have no ability to resist the Lich's orders, or have no consciousness to disobey them at all. They're like marionettes. With the order of the high-ranking undead, their "plot" is already predestined - rush forward to tear those creatures apart and devour their flesh, or be cut into two pieces and chopped into pieces by those who resist......

The tragic fate of these low-level undead could not touch the cold face of Reki* Donghan at all.

Commiseration?

That weakness had long since dissipated with his conscience the day he successfully turned into a lich. What's more, Reki* Donghan has never treated those brainless, lowly, filthy walking dead as his kind.

He's a lich who holds the power of those low-level undead to kill and take power!

Holding a book made of human skin as paper. The whole body was rendered into a black magic book by the undead magic attached to it, and there was not the slightest emotion in Reki's heart. He was just carefully calculating the interval and maximum distance between the Alliance mortar fire and the spell cast by the human mages, preparing for the real attack next.

On the battlefield ahead, the dead are piled up on hills. The viscous and rancid liquid, like grease, slipped quietly down the crevices of the corpse, slowly pooled in one place, and flowed along the uneven ground.

In the course of a morning, the coalition forces had paid a terrible price to stop the advance of the Burning Legion, but the corpses left behind by the undead were also piled up. Rivers of blood. However, this loss is not at all placed in the winter cold of Recky *. and in the eyes of those demon bosses behind him.

The onslaught of the Sea of the Undead is just the beginning, and the real offensive of the Burning Legion is far from beginning!

……

"Humble lich, I have brought orders from Lord Polluter!"

Just as Reki Donghan was contemplating his next battle plan, a rebellious voice rang in the Lich's ears, and a Dreadlord had unwittingly appeared beside him. His voice was wanton and rampant, and his aloof attitude was arrogant, as if he had taken the Lich Reki* Winter Han for a dog he had raised.

The top of his head, like most demons, had two spiral, slightly curved sharp horns. The pupils were demonic turquoise, and they looked like two lit fireflies. The turquoise eyes exuded ferocity and coldness, which made people shudder.

Two scar-like black lines on the inside of the nose extend obliquely from the inside of the eyes to the chin. added a bit of ferocity to his miserable face, which was as white as if he had not seen the light of day all year round. He was dressed in plate armor with a black background and ochre-yellow ground shoulder armor, breastplate, and leg armor, and bracers inlaid with small magic stones. At the joints of the two demon wings on the back, the two inverted bone claws are incomparably sharp.

Dreadlord, Annetheron!

He waited in the Warped Void until Akmund's arrival, acting as a messenger between Akmund and Tikdios, and one of the Dreadlords who assisted Tikdios in spying on the Lich King. Originally acting as Akmund's personal bodyguard, he took over the Undead Scourge only after Tikdios set out for the Felwood Forest to secretly cause pollution. And now, after learning the news of the fall of Tikdios, Annatheron has sat on the throne of the leader of the Dreadlord clan with Almond's support!

"Reki* Donghan will do as you tell you and be there for you at all times, my lord!"

The lich who had just looked down at those undead cannon fodder with his lofty eyes had now bent down deeply and saluted the Dreadlord respectfully.

The sordid and suspicion between the Burning Legion and the Undead Scourge will not be a secret at the top of both sides.

It can even be said that several generals, the Dreadlord of Azeroth, are constantly monitoring the Lich King's movements, carefully guarding against the undead Scourge and the hawk canine minions of the Burning Legion!

However, this has nothing to do with Reki* Winter, as the Burning Legion he is loyal to is Akmund the Polluter, not the Lich King of the North Pole.

As long as there is power, there will be fighting.

The reason why Reki* Wintercold chose the demons of the Burning Legion over the One Origin Scourge was because he knew that if he remained in the Scourge Legion, he would never be able to surpass Kel'thugad in the eyes of the Lich King, and he would never be able to wield as much authority as the Great Lich.

In that case, why not simply go to the more powerful Burning Legion?

After all, there is no stupid person in this world, and it is not an idiot who can be promoted to a hero-level powerhouse!

……

He casually pinched the neck of a living acolyte beside him, and tore off his neck, and the Fear Demon King drank the blood of the living freely, and only after a while did he let out a sigh of satisfaction with a comfortable face. Looking at Reki*Winter, who was still half-hunched and bowing his head waiting for his orders, Annetheron was visibly pleased with the lich's deferential attitude.

Nodding arrogantly, the Dreadlord commanded in a hoarse, cold tone:

"Lord Akmund, I'm not happy with how far we're going! It's been too long in the morning, and adults don't have the patience to keep waiting! ”

"Send all the slightly more useful troops under your command, and make those mortals who don't know whether to live or die and dare to stop the Burning Legion pay the price!"

"Before sunset, your lordship will hear the desperate wails of those lowly ants!" (To be continued...... Q