Outside the only stone bridge connecting Tiragarde Strait and Drustvar, the captain of the Proudmoore Admiralty put down the telescope in his hand. Under the slightly gloomy sky, there was a slightly pale
In the sunlight, on the other side of the bridge, on a land filled with dark curses and superstitious powers, a fearsome and disgusting army is marching.
Their bodies were covered with black light, just like the battle clothes given by the shadows. They appeared silently from behind each tree, and then, driven by higher powers, they left their resting land and headed towards the world of the living.
Go all the way.
"Go and report to Ms. Catherine!"
The colonel grabbed the musket at hand. Behind him were 2,000 soldiers mobilized from Daelin's Gate. They were fully armed, holding halberds and large shields, Kul Tiras navy green robes and unique circular robes.
Their helmets and tall figures made them look threatening, but both the colonel and the soldiers knew very well that once the undead crossed the border, these 2,000 people alone would not be able to stop them no matter what.
The messenger riding on the majestic sea-maned warhorse pulled up the reins and ran quickly to the hills behind him. It was a long journey from Drustvar to Boralus, the largest port city in Kul Tiras.
It has been a long road, but since the Second World War, some Wildhammer dwarves have immigrated to Kul Tiras and formed the Griffin Guards of the Kul Tirans here.
In the flapping wings in the sky, the news of the enemy's arrival was almost simultaneously transmitted back to the giant city in the rear from the seven observation points of Tiragarde Strait. On the frontline battlefield, when the first trembling undead skeleton stepped on
The moment he stepped onto the solid stone bridge, a hint of ferocity flashed in the navy captain's eyes, and he waved his arm violently.
"Blow it up!"
"boom"
This stone bridge, which had stood between the two lands and had a history of more than thousands of years, was completely destroyed in the explosion of a huge amount of gunpowder and the splashing fire of the bricks and stones.
The undead have no access to land. They can only stagger through the rapid deep water and try to cross the narrow strait. However, on both sides of the strait, the artillery that has been transported is already in place. Under the orders of the commanders,
, the scorching shells roared and smashed into the brainless undead in front of them. Each explosion could set off huge waves, and each explosion could shatter those fragile walking zombies.
But even so, the number of undead is still increasing.
The dead who have been sleeping in Drustvar for the past nearly 3,000 years have all been awakened. Coupled with most of Drustvar's transformed soldiers, there is no need to ask about the number of enemies. It will definitely be a situation that will make the living desperate.
number.
It was like white bones moving forward. Soon, the narrow strait was filled with white corpses. The skeletons pouring into the cold water were crowded together, and even the water was blocked.
The warriors of the island country had only heard of the undead craze on the mainland. In the merchants' fearful stories, those weak skeletons formed a powerful army that no one could resist, just like the roaring tide, crazy.
Submerge everything.
In the past, the island warriors who claimed to be the sons of the sea dismissed this. They were very familiar with the real tide and they worshiped the tide. In their knowledge, no power could be more terrifying than the angry sea, but now
...They saw it with their own eyes.
The tide sages who came to support from the military formation teamed up to set off huge waves in the narrow strait, and rushed all the skeletal undead who set foot on Tiragarde Strait into the sea, completely crushing them in the crazy eddy.
, but in less than 5 minutes, the entire canyon was once again filled with pale skeletons, and the omnipotent tide could not stop them.
Between the lightning and thunder, the dark clouds in the sky gathered. Under the call of the tide sages, the thunder and lightning fell from the sky and struck the strait. The blue current was like a greedy electric snake in the water, trying to swallow everything, but
...Even this attack, which is like a natural disaster, still cannot stop them.
They are like the most silent stones, silently advancing, silently dying, silently using their cursed lives to open the way forward for the compatriots behind them. Nothing can stop them who are fearless.
"Fire! Fire!"
The Marine Colonel's voice became hoarse from shouting, and his face became paler and paler. All the artillery deployed on the defense line had been aimed at the Sea of the Dead in the canyon, but even with the scorching hot shells raining down,
But it still cannot stop those skeletons who are weak but more united than living people.
And just as the first artillery piece was unable to fire due to overheating, a hoarse shout also sounded from the flank of the military formation.
"On the sea! There are people on the sea!"
The naval captain suddenly turned his head and saw on the other side of the coastline, between the pale beams of light illuminated by mottled clouds in the sky, a black knights stood silently on the turbulent sea, because of the Tide Sage
Under the sky that became thunderous and lightning due to the casting of spells, the ghostly black knights rode on the majestic undead war horses. Under their feet, the ruthless sea water turned into the strongest ice.
The sky changes to a new path... On the ice that continues to extend forward, the ghost-like death knights begin a silent charge. In their hands are the two-handed halberds that Drustvar's guard army is best at using, but
At this time, the halberd lingering with dark power was already covered with beating undead runes.
"Turn the artillery!"
The commander of the coastline military formation shouted in a sharp voice, but the next moment, the naval captain took a deep breath, and he pulled out the mottled command knife on his waist. Behind him, the Proudmoore family from Norvington Manor
The knights have formed a charging formation.
"It's too late."
The colonel looked at the huge knights rushing towards him and murmured to himself:
"It's too late... retreat! Tell Lady Catherine the news of our defeat... Unless the fleet commanded by Her Majesty Dai Lin returns, otherwise... there will be no hope for this land."
Everyone stared blankly at the supreme commander on the military formation. At his command, the artillery and infantry began to quickly deploy explosives and prepare to evacuate under the command of the commander, while the tide sages sang
The magic of teleportation.
The next moment, the naval captain who was over fifty years old suddenly raised the command knife in his hand and shouted loudly:
"For Kul Tiras! Charge with me!"
He shouted hoarsely, and his pale face shone with the light of determination to fight to the death. Behind him, the soldiers of Kul Tiras clenched their weapons and rushed out of the camp with the colonel's horses, and they followed closely behind.
The green battle flag of Kul Tiras was planted on the back of the knight. Amidst the neighing of the majestic sea-maned war horse, on the coastline that had been contaminated by the energy of death, and in the raging tide of the sea, the living and dead knights were indifferent.
Colliding together mercilessly, courage and cruelty, roar and silence, with people on their backs, the colonel roared and fought left and right, the mottled command knife in his hand swept down, and chopped off the head of the death knight in front of him into the air.
But the next moment, the sharp and cold halberd pierced his heart from behind. Marshal Everly Reed looked at the struggling colonel on his halberd, and then looked back at the living people who had stepped into the portal.
, his gray eyes were full of calm, and in the sky behind him, the Dark Blade Valkyrie flapping her black wings had landed on the ground. Under her call, these warriors who had just died in the battle were rescued from the cruel scene one by one.
stood up on the battlefield.
Behind the death knights, the detonated camp erupted in dazzling fire, swallowing hundreds of skeletons at once, but for the sea of the dead that silently moved forward, this loss was almost negligible.
"Pack up your equipment, and then move forward with me! Until Boralus is captured!"
Marshal Everly Reed gave instructions to the colonel in front of him. The colonel who stood up again was still a little dazed. He looked at his hands with gray eyes, feeling the strange power flowing in his body, feeling the
A sense that was so pale that it was unbearable, and he felt that he should be angry...but he had lost the ability to be angry, or in other words, purer reason forced him to accept the cruel reality.
A few seconds later, the colonel picked up his command knife from the ground and gently wiped off the cold blood on the blade. Behind him, his sea-maned war horse also stood quietly beside its owner, but the blue pair
His beautiful eyes had turned a terrifying dark red.
"ding dong"
A bronze horse bell engraved with skeleton patterns was thrown in front of the colonel. He raised his head and looked at the death knight in front of him. The latter shrugged and said to him:
"Hang it up. This bell represents the arrival of death. It is a tradition to warn the living and disperse civilians..."
A few minutes later, clanging sounds rang out on the deserted coastline. The colonel drove his war horse, commanded his knights, and slowly merged into the cold and silent army in front of him. Under the guard of endless skeletons, he
Like the white waves sweeping across Tiragarde Sound, they crashed towards Daelin's Gate.
At this time, on the wall of the majestic city of Boralus, Ms. Catherine, wearing a white robe, put down her telescope with a pale face. As a land fortress to protect the city of Boralus, the sky above the Gate of Daelin in the distance was already burning.
Black smoke arose, and the soldiers of the fortress were struggling to resist the undead coming from all directions.
But the undead were advancing too fast. In less than 5 hours, a quarter of the land in Tiragarde Strait fell into their hands.
It is true that Kul Tiras, as a maritime power, does not deploy much military power on the mainland, especially when the battlefield of Arathi Highlands in the eastern continent is about to break out. Many local forces have been transported to the imperial front line.
But now, at this most vulnerable time point, the cunning undead caught them off guard.
Now that Daelin Proudmoore is leading the army with Prince Drake, the person in charge of Boralus is King Daelin's queen, Lady Catherine Proudmoore. Although this lady comes from a noble family,
Her temper is as stubborn and resolute as Dai Lin, which is why the king will trust her to hand over his country to her.
But now, Ms. Catherine's hands are firmly grasping the edge of the city wall, her brain is running rapidly, but she can't find even a way to save Dailin's Gate.
"It's time to make a decision, ma'am!"
Behind Ms. Catherine, the former Grand Knight and now the city's harbor master, Cyrus, put on his former armor again, holding a sword in his hand, and guarded Catherine. He said in a deep voice:
"The warriors at Daelin's Gate stayed there voluntarily. Their sacrifice was to protect the civilians from safely evacuating to Boralus. Don't let the sacrifice of the warriors go to waste! Now, how to protect Boralus?
That’s what you should consider most!”
"I'm confused, Cyrus."
Ms. Catherine said with a pale face: "All this happened so suddenly. We only got the news the day before yesterday that the undead might be attacking. Today, these undead seemed to appear out of thin air, occupying our land and massacring our soldiers."
, and we...we know nothing about them. Didn’t the letter sent back by Dai Lin say that recruiting the undead also takes time?"
The lady was hysterical and pointed at the smoke in the sky in front of her:
"But look at it now, Cyrus, look at that battlefield. It only took them two days to recruit hundreds of thousands of undead...how did they do it!"
"It may not take too much time to create low-level skeletons. I noticed that there are very few death knights in this army. Maybe they lack time to recruit strong enough knights, but this is our opportunity! Madam!"
The great knight analyzed in a calm voice:
"Although there are many skeletons, it is impossible for the undead to defeat Boralus by relying on the skeletons. We still have two fleets that will arrive at the Port of Boralus soon. Together with the two fleets commanded by His Majesty Dai Lin, we can only
We need to hold on until the four fleets gather together... By that time, no matter how many undead there are, they will be blasted to pieces by the ruthless naval cannons."
"No one can challenge Kul Tiras's armada... not even the undead!"
"Hold on...yes, hold on!"
Ms. Catherine slowly calmed down under the analysis of the great knight. She looked at the land that was no longer peaceful in front of her, and she clenched her fists:
"The road from Tiragarde Strait to Stormsong Valley is still in our hands. Send a messenger and ask Lord Stormsong to send all the warriors to Boralus... and then send a signal to Tanred
, to my son, tell him to bring our fleet back as quickly as possible!"
"Bring me my command knife, Cyrus!"
Ms. Catherine took a deep breath to calm herself down. She turned her head and said to the great knight beside her:
"Let all the soldiers go to the city wall! I will stay here with them and support them until Dai Lin comes back. My husband will not let us down. He has never let us down..."
"Kul Tiras will not fall, at least today, it won't!"
