Countless undead creatures swarmed toward the wall, thoughtless movements reminiscent of a litter of worker ants. In the case of undead creatures swarming, the coalition forces also have a plan, giving priority to killing the living and agile first, then shooting freely with the Holy Light Gun, and then using fiery arrows or oil drums to deal with the guys who climb the gable. The first salvo killed almost all of the Cultists of the Damned, and then the second round of burning arrows and oil landed in the horde of zombies, igniting a raging fire. It's just that some of the corpses are dried and flammable, while others are rotting and damp, and they have an absolute advantage in numbers that it is difficult to burn them all.

The rangers of Sylvanas stood on a wall more than ten meters high. Luckily, Abomination is only three meters tall, and even though they have the strength, they can't throw their companions up. The gates had been replaced with walls, and they could only climb, and some of the zombies were so rotten that their decaying limbs made it difficult for them to climb high, and the parts on their bodies fell off with a bang. Unfortunately, the fallen guys were not able to stop the army. They poured up the walls one after the other, not caring if their companions' bodies were under their feet. Or rather, they don't think they have companions at all......

More and more undead on the city wall forced the rangers to put down the holy light guns and use other equipment to scare them down, and even several battlements were added with cannons, collapsing vertically, causing the city walls to tremble. Of course, they were all well-trained fighters, and it would not be difficult for them to suddenly use other weapons. But it's one thing to fight enemies who are weakened by blood loss and injury, and fatigue and psychological changes are their worst enemies.

Sylvanas attacks non-stop, movements almost faster than thoughts, focused on her duty. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a winged monster swooping down, landing less than ten paces away from her. Its grey skin looked as hard as stone, and the bat's face let out a cheerful howl as it grabbed one of the scouts beside it and flew high already. Its claws stabbed deep into the Ranger's shoulder, blood splattering on Sylvanas.

The scout struggled in the monster's claws, and she felt and pulled out a dagger. Ignoring the roaring undead below, Sylvanas picked up her bow and arrow, and turned to aim at the monster in the air, striking her in the neck.

As a result, the magic arrow bounced off, and the unharmed monster shook its head and let out a howl, tired of continuing to play with the scout, raised a claw and slashed through the ranger's throat, then dropped her nonchalantly, circling in search of a new target.

With silent grief, Sylvanas watched as her friend fell lifelessly to the ground, falling among the Cursed Cultists that the Rangers had killed before. Then she gasped. Some of them were dead, some were still alive, and all of those who were alive were struck by bows and arrows. Their bodies were covered with arrows, and in some cases, some of them were even shot into a sieve, but they moved anyway.

"Nope. She whispered in disgust, looking at Arthas in fear.

The prince stared straight at her, that damn sneer. He held the rune sword in one of his strong, armored hands, and raised the other with a slight move. Sylvanas saw another slain human writhing and slowly stood up, pulling out the arrow that pierced the eye as if he had pulled off a thread from his clothes. Her attack yielded no damage to Arthas. His dark magic is capable of evoking any fallen dead. He saw the abruptness and anger in her eyes, and the sneer turned into a loud laugh.

"I've told you everything," his voice drowned out the noise of the battlefield. "But you still have to add new troops to me......"

Before the words could be finished, a corpse crawled forward with convulsions, and slowly stood up. The corpse was thin and strong, with long black hair tied back in a ponytail. It had a purple-black complexion, had a pair of pointed ears, and was still bleeding from four wounds in its throat. Its head fell to the ground and swayed, as if its neck had been battered and weak, and its eyes, once as blue as the summer sky, turned gray, searching for something in a blank way. Then, slowly, it walked towards the city walls.

She was the scout who had just died.

"Damn! Damn!"

The "roar" dragon legion is late, it's not that they come so late on purpose, it's really very dangerous at this height, many Nirub spiders of the undead legion can spit cobwebs into the sky, and once they are hung on their wings, it will be troublesome. It's acceptable to the humanoid creature on the opposite side, but it's more than worth the loss for the dragon on the other side. But these aerial creatures that appear now are different from ordinary transformations, they are a special disease of the undead, the name is gargoyles, static can imitate statues to restore themselves, dynamic can tell flight, and their skin is very hard like their name, it is difficult for existing weapons to cause them a wide range of damage.

"Don't be distracted!" Richard came to Sylvanas's side at this time.

Sylvanas answered, and asked Richard as he shot, "Why are you here?"

Richard's tactic for dealing with the Sea of the Undead was to work in shifts, taking advantage of the fact that the fortress walls only had such a section, working in three shifts. The first echelon is the Sylvanas and Weenlesa, who are familiar with this place, and their ranger troops, who are going to hold up for an hour. The second echelon was the troops of Richard and Primatis, which were skilled in all kinds of thermal weapons and were good at killing large areas. The second echelon, to hold on for three hours. The third echelon is Serena's Church of Light and Rocky's demon troops, who are responsible for supporting for an hour. In addition, there were medical teams and engineering teams that treated the wounded and repaired the walls around the clock. The Dragons, Crassus and his red dragons are responsible for long-range fire spraying and rescuing their fellow people who are bound in cobwebs and unable to shake their wings, and Onexia takes the dragons of the Lilbana Islands to close combat, which is their strength.

And now, only half an hour after the battle, Richard was here, Sylvanus was a little confused, and at the same time Winlessa inadvertently leaned over.

Richard didn't use a firearm or a bow and arrow, after all, his crosshair was the same, Richard was still a traditional tyrant flow tactic, and directly threw the Holy Light Explosion Crystal down: "I came to support when I saw something in the sky, those things in the sky were called gargoyles by Tang Choice, the undead invasion has never seen them use it for so long, and the things that belong to the bottom of their pressure box are taken out so early, they want to fight quickly!"