A cone-shaped mortar shell with billowing smoke flew out of the barrel of the dwarf gunners. Amid the roars of the dwarves, it rushed from the hillside into the sky, and then traced a curved trajectory. Finally,
It hit the army formation of undead infantry rolling forward.
"boom"
The burst of fire instantly devoured the walking dead bodies around them, and the fragments that were sprayed in all directions during the explosion acted like sharp blades, cutting off the unlucky "good brothers" around them.
Just like a rough rag, it wiped the black stain completely on the ground, and this was just a microcosm of the front line of the battlefield. The dwarves were obviously better at using explosives than humans, and
These elite soldiers were covered with all kinds of explosives. They followed the steam tank rolling forward, or simply sat on the shell of the monster, ignited the gunpowder packets in their hands, and swung it.
arms, and threw them into the silent undead.
The lower-level death knights were running on the battlefield, trying to organize the undead infantry's attack again, but every time they showed up, they would be shot off by rangers hiding in the snow and wearing snow-colored cloaks.
, or pierce the heart with an arrow contaminated by holy light.
The entire battlefield under the snow-capped mountains seemed very chaotic, but it was orderly in the chaos. The knights following the steam tanks could always find the right opportunity. After the commander was killed, they rushed out immediately and killed those
The undead that became chaotic were divided and annihilated. More importantly, this time the dwarves brought enough holy water in advance for the battle.
Every knife, and even every bullet, has been soaked in holy water. This is a very extravagant act. Just this process has used up one-third of the holy water inventory in the entire Ironforge and Northern Xinjiang.
, but now it seems that this extravagant move has a very good effect.
"drink!"
The muscular dwarf warrior roared, swung his warhammer, and jumped off the steam tank. The heavy weapon smashed the head of an undead. As the gray mist rose, the weapon soaked in holy water was completely destroyed.
The source of death in this zombie's body caused it to collapse completely, making it impossible to revive again.
"Come after me!"
The dwarf warrior had the Ironforge battle flag on his back, like a short jar. He waved his weapon arrogantly. He first swept the hammer and overturned the undead in front of him, and then hit them on the chest or head with the hammer.
Behind him, the dwarf warriors who were inspired by their courage roared and joined the battlefield. The dwarves were born with great strength. If their race had not been too small in number, it might not have been the turn of humans to rule the southern frontier of the continent.
In short, the addition of this group of violent dwarves who are armed to the teeth makes the defense of the undead side even tighter. In those places where the terrain is narrow and cannot be reached by steam tanks, and in the condescending positions of the dark rangers, these dwarfs wearing heavy armor will
The people almost withstood the bone arrows fired by the undead rangers, pulling out those dangerous positions one by one.
In the icy sky, the gryphon knights roaring towards them were in a happy mood, throwing the alchemy bombs in their hands into the sea of the undead below. There were also those who were slower but pretended to be the latest machines.
The cannon's dwarf aircraft also followed behind the griffin knight, launching wave after wave of swooping shots at the black fortress of the undead.
In the raging storm of bullets mixed with Gogulin bombs, there were no undead arakkoa occupying the battlefield in the sky. The dwarves soon completely controlled the air superiority. For a time, in the flames of the alchemy bombs, the dwarf army attacked
Becoming more and more fierce, it is obvious that they have gained momentum. The fear of the undead has been erased bit by bit with the increasingly obvious victory.
The simultaneous attack from three directions diverted the undead in this fortress to three battlefields. This move was very effective, greatly reducing the pressure on the frontal troops, and soon cleared the front troops struggling to move forward on the snow with a huge advantage.
The undead.
"You see, as long as we are fully prepared, they are not difficult to deal with!"
Muradin, who was observing the battlefield while riding on his armored war goat. Bronzebeard, collided his war hammer and battle ax in the air, causing sparks to fly. The heroic offensive of the soldiers also ignited the fire in the heart of this brave warrior. He
I can't wait to prepare to kill everyone.
"Don't worry, Muradin, it's not the time yet."
Danaus Trollbane relied on the powerful Eagle Eye spell given to him by Rommath to observe the center of the Fortress of the Undead all the time. Just as the dwarves' steam tanks destroyed all the ziggurats in front, they were about to
When approaching the outermost defense line of the fortress, some death knights suddenly rushed out of several large buildings inside the fortress that had been silent.
Their appearance allowed the lower-level undead who had become confused because of the loss of their commanders to regain their orders. The undead infantry who had been divided and annihilated began to break out in all directions. This scene made the commander immediately draw his weapon. He looked back.
Behind him, the elf archmage who had been maintaining the teleportation circle, Danas shouted:
"Send us in! Rommath, behind those high-level knights, let us catch them off guard!"
"Buzz"
The teleportation array shining with blue halo was injected with a lot of magic power at this moment. The singularity of precise spatial positioning forcibly tore apart the space anchor inside the undead fortress at this moment. A large and scattered teleportation gate appeared, which had been prepared for a long time.
The prepared paladins, led by the three commanders, charged into the unstable portal in front of them.
The next moment, the chaotic sound of horse hooves sounded behind the high-level knights who rushed out of the military camp. This sudden situation gave the high-level death knights no time to react. They could only watch helplessly at the knights shining with hot golden light.
, the arrogance pierced into their battle formation like a sword. The scorching holy light and the cold death violently collided at this moment, just like sparks hitting the earth.
The friction between the holy light and the energy of death caused waves of implosion sounds, lifting up the frozen soil on the ground. Amid the roar of the war horse, the great knight Dathrohan, known for his strength, frantically swung the war hammer in his hand.
He rose up and smashed the heads of one death knight after another while shouting the holy light scriptures sincerely.
Among the first generation of great knights, Saidan Dathrohan's reputation is not as prestigious as that of Uther, Fordring and Turalyon, but this does not mean that he is weak, but the character of this paladin determines that he does not like it.
However, the disaster in Stormwind Kingdom shocked him. Dathrohan felt that he could not abandon the mission entrusted by the Holy Light, so he volunteered to come to this battlefield.
Not only to prove the victory and greatness of the Holy Light, but also to avenge his old friend, Bolvar Fordragon, who died in the hands of Tyrion!
This is divine revenge! No one can stop it!
"Evil! Repent!"
"Bang"
The swords used by the last death knight to block the war hammer were violently broken, and even his armor was smashed through by the war hammer wrapped in holy light. The death war horse under the crotch of the high-ranking knight was smashed by the outbreak of the wrath of the holy light.
Swallowed, purified, and at the moment when the fleeting holy light dimmed, Dathrohan jumped off his horse and walked to the death knight who was struggling to get up.
Under the silver full-face helmet, Dathrohan's eyes showed no mercy.
He looked at the death knight in front of him, and an uncontrollable disgust rose in his heart. He raised his war hammer high, and then slammed it down.
"Bang"
Like the sound of a watermelon being broken open, Dathrohan turned around. Behind him, the Paladins who had executed a perfect raid had broken up the Death Knight formation. After realizing that they had been ambushed, these possessors were almost intact.
The thinking knights did not fight to the death here, but fled in all directions. The paladins chased them one after another, and on the outer battlefield, the lower-level undead who had just regrouped became chaotic again.
.
"There's something in this fortress!"
In the perception of the holy light, Dathrohan frowned and looked at the dead tower of the undead behind him, which was the most central building in the fortress. He felt a huge dark force in it.
"Don't even think about running away!"
Behind him, Muradin roared and swung his ax, knocking a death knight off his horse. He jumped from the spot like a cannonball, grabbed the warhammer with both hands, and accurately hit the fleeing death knight.
With blood and flesh splattering everywhere, Muradin kicked the severed head away, then turned his head and looked at Dathrohan:
"What did you say?"
"There is something in that tower, the terrible darkness, it should be the commander of this legion."
Dathrohan held the warhammer and walked quickly towards the closed tower, with Muradin following closely behind him.
"Bang"
The paladin kicked the door open. This rude opening of the door caused the candlelight floating in the dark hall to sway. Between the shining shadows, Dathrohan saw sitting on a chair, holding a sharpening knife.
Stone, the Death Lord Yrel, who was repairing the long sword, hoof sister just raised her head, glanced at him, and then set her sights on the sacred sacred stone hanging on Dathrohan's chest armor.
"Hey, I've seen a collection just like yours."
Yrel threw away the whetstone and put the Draenei-style undead sword back into its scabbard. During the collision of the black armor, she grabbed the black crystal warhammer beside her, tilted her head, swung her tail, and looked.
Looking at Dathrohan and his sacred sacred contract in front of him:
"I've always wanted one too!"
"Then it depends on whether you have the ability."
From the heavy power emanating from Yrel's body, Dathrohan could tell her identity. The great knight took a deep breath, and the dazzling holy light began to linger around Dathrohan's body, making him look like
Just like the eternal guards guarding the light at the entrance to dark hell.
"2 versus 1, little girl, old Muradin will say, you will definitely lose!"
Muradin took a step forward and stood at Dathrohan's feet. This powerful dwarf warrior grabbed his battle ax and warhammer. He looked at the little tail wagging behind Yrel. The dwarf glanced at Dathrohan secretly.
Then he coughed lightly:
"But you're lucky. Now, put down your arms! Old Muradin doesn't hit women."
"No, no, no, golden bearded spirit..."
Yrel held the crystal warhammer in her hand. She said to Muradin seriously in a teasing tone:
"Luckily for you, like you, I also have my own bottom line. I don't hit those with disabilities who are much shorter than me... But my companions don't have this worry, and you are wrong..."
"Buzz"
The figure of the crow emerged from the darkness of the fortress. Two dark golden wing blades were caught in his talons. At the edge of the stairs on the second floor, Rogelio drew his bow and fatally shot it in his hands.
The bone arrows were aimed at the two intruders below.
"3 on 2...no"
Yrel was decorated with black protective gear, and her demon-like tail shook again. In the darkness, her right eye was still blood red, but her left eye had turned as dark blue as ice, as if there were two voices.
At this moment simultaneously sounded:
"4 vs. 2, and even if you put down your weapons, we will still... kill you!"
Dathrohan lowered his head and looked at each other with Muradin. After a moment, the two men raised their weapons at the same time and pounced on the opponent in front of them.
"boom"
A completely different huge force erupted in this small tower. The collision of that force made this stone tower emit a mournful sound. The roaring sound spread throughout the battlefield in an instant.
.
"What's going on? What's going on?"
Danaus Trollbane, who was commanding the paladins to hunt down the high-level death knights in the fortress, tightened the reins of his horse, looked back at the crumbling tower in the center of the fortress, and roared:
"Where are Dathrohan and Muradin! Has anyone seen them?"
"I've seen it!"
A low, hollow voice sounded above Danas' head. The general raised his head and saw Tyrion, wearing black armor and a scarlet cloak, above the ruins of the military camp destroyed by roaring shells. The Dawn Blade was using a
Looking at him with cold eyes, she was still answering his questions.
"I have seen your friends, those brave warriors who fight for justice and light, just now..."
"Buzz"
The figure of the Dark Blade King disappeared into the ruins of gunpowder smoke. When he reappeared, he was standing directly in front of Danas, and behind him, there was a blood-red streak on the bodies of the four paladins who had just raised their weapons.
line, and the moon-shaped war sword blade in Tyrion's hand was still dripping with blood.
He raised his head and swung a sword casually. The dark sharp blade was thrown out from the blade, cutting off a flying aircraft in the sky. In the explosion of flames, the body of the paladin behind him fell down with both men and horses.
On the ground, more Paladins reacted to the explosion in the sky and rushed towards him roaring.
Tyrion looked at Danaus Trollbane, who was clenching his weapon in front of him. He ignored the charging paladins behind him and lowered his voice, as if he was telling a secret:
"They are just like you, standing at the gate of hell..."
