"Since yesterday afternoon, the army of the undead has been mobilizing abnormally!"
On the front line of the Arathi Highlands, the human generals were urgently summoned to the mountain camp near Stromgarde. This is where the headquarters legion is stationed, and it is less than 30 minutes away from the strategic Thoradin Bridge.
In the combat command room, a giant map of Northern Xinjiang was hung on the wall, while the Arathi Highlands area was covered with red
The country's elite commanders don't need explanation at all, they can see the mobilization pattern of the undead army at a glance.
"They are constantly expanding the width of the battlefield. Obviously, they are moving enough quarters for the legions that will come later..."
Great Knight Fording stroked his beard and said softly:
"Moreover, they have placed a war group in the mountain col near the Grim Batol Mountains. Are they going to attack the Wildhammer Highlands and the Arathi battlefield at the same time? The undead wouldn't be so reckless in a two-front war, right?"
"The entrance to the Wildhammer Highlands is not far from the red dragon's ruby sanctuary."
Ms. Modera, the archmage of Dalaran, said calmly:
"According to our agreement with the Red Dragon, once the undead enter the direction of the Wildhammer Highlands, the Red Dragon will also join the war. I personally think that the Wildhammer Highlands are not the main battlefield of this war."
"But the threat from the Wildhammer Highlands cannot be underestimated."
The speaker this time was Marshal Gatheris from Lordaeron. He looked at the map in front of him and said in a deep voice:
"The strategic depth of the Wildhammer Highlands is too small. Once the undead break through the front line, they can easily enter the mountainous areas of the highlands, and then find their way into the northeastern part of the Arathi Highlands from the mountains... Once they appear there, they will
This means that we will be attacked from both sides! And the Hinterlands, as the rear of the war, will also be directly threatened by the undead. The rear of the Hinterlands is the Stratholme region of our country..."
Marshal Gatheris is a complete "big humanist". He has a strong distrust of races other than humans. He said:
"After all, this is not a dragon war, and the red dragon may not be willing to fight to the death. Therefore, I feel that we cannot take this risk. At least we cannot place our hope on foreigners for the safety of the frontal battlefield. In the Wildhammer Highlands, we need to deploy an army
Your own power."
"I think what Marshal Gatheris said makes sense, but if we divide our troops again, can the soldiers on the frontal battlefield stop the undead who are about to far exceed our numbers?"
The only King of Stromgard who came to attend the military meeting, the young His Majesty Galin asked:
"According to the markings on this map, we are likely to face 8-9 groups of undead... That will be an extremely astonishing number."
"We can!"
The human emperor Lothar, who had been silent for a long time, pointed to Thoradin Bridge and said in a deep voice:
"No matter how many undead there are, it is impossible for them to fly across the 750-yard strait between the wetlands and the Arathi Highlands with wings. Thoradin Bridge is the front line of our war. The battlefield is only so wide. Even if the undead come 200
Ten thousand people, a military formation of up to 100 people spread out on the bridge at a time... As long as we hold on here, the numerical advantage of the undead will be completely offset."
The emperor in armor seemed to have a fire burning in his eyes. He took a deep breath and said:
"We have reached the most critical moment. Everyone, the undead can't hold their breath. They undoubtedly intend to complete their victory in one battle, but this is also our opportunity. As long as we block the most powerful army of the undead in the Arathi Highlands,
If the people see hope, hope inspires courage, and the human empire is completely united, it is possible to win this war."
"The most important thing is that the victory in the Battle of Boralus in Kul Tiras broke the myth that the undead are invincible. And here, in the Arathi Highlands, we will also achieve our victory!"
"We have to drag the undead army to the battlefield of Arathi. Once the Kul Tiras fleet recovers, they can carry our soldiers from the rear and land in the southern border of the mainland continuously. The undead have no sea power. This
This is the only way for us to win! Wait until the southern border of the mainland is recovered, attack the arrogant undead from two directions, and let the wetlands and Arathi Highlands completely become a cemetery for their dark ambitions!"
"哐"
Lothar stood up, punched the table, and shouted:
"We're right here! Give them a good fight!"
"Long live the Empire!"
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"The battlefield in the Wildhammer Highlands is the decisive factor in this war!"
Tyrion stood in the command hall of Grim Batol. In front of his eyes was the influence of the Arathi Highlands and the wetlands that the lich had used their magic to shape. The Dark Blade King pointed his finger at the northeastern part of the Arathi Highlands and the wetlands.
On a mountainous area, he said in a deep voice:
"Breaking all the way up from the Wildhammer Highlands, you can easily enter the northeastern part of the Arathi Highlands. This is the area where human defenses are most vulnerable. If you advance from there, you can attack the unsuspecting human legions from behind."
Tyrion's eyes searched for the death lord in front of him, and finally fell on the newly joined Danath Trollbane. He said softly:
"I will give you two battle groups. Danaus, my general, will break through the Wildhammer Highlands within one day. Are there any questions?"
"have!"
Danas made no secret of his concerns, saying:
"The defenders of the Wildhammer Highlands are not worth mentioning. The biggest problem is that there is a sacred place for the red dragon in the Wildhammer Highlands. And as far as I know, the red dragon and the empire have reached some agreements. Once the fire of war spreads to the barbarians,
Hammer Highlands, red dragons will definitely join the battlefield... Facing the powerful red dragons, what should I do to deal with them?"
"Don't worry, I've prepared weapons for you."
Tyrion snapped his fingers, and the former commander Luminas, who looked ashamed, quietly walked into the command room. The Death Lord who was beaten to the end did not have any badges representing the general on his body, only a pitiful air wing commander.
Official emblem.
This meant that when she saw her former colleagues, she had to clench her fists and salute. This made Luminas very unhappy, but she acquiesced to Nasa's crazy plan, and the consequences were what she had to bear. For this punishment,
To be honest, Luminas felt happy in her heart, especially after the news came that Nasa had committed suicide and died of serious injuries.
"Lord Luminas will command the Skeleton Dragon Alliance, including the Colossus Alliance commanded by Lord Rogelio. They will be under your command. As long as they are used properly, I believe that the red dragons in the Wildhammer Highlands are not a threat.
"
A trace of disdain flashed across Tyrion's cold face:
"It's just a holy place for red dragons to hatch. There won't be too many red dragons guarding there. Those big lizards who have forgotten their mission are not stupid. Mortal wars are not worth their war."
"But what if? War doesn't make any sense. My lord, what if they go crazy? What if the Life-Binder who has a grudge against you suddenly appears on the battlefield with her army of red dragons?"
Danas expressed his opinion again, just like going toe-to-toe with Tyrion. Faced with this doubt, Tyrion shook his head:
"I have a gift for the devil, but if Alextus doesn't cherish the life she took back, I don't mind seeing an Aspect Dragon King die under this sky first. In fact,
I will look forward to this scene. After she is captured by death, the dark power she brings is enough to conquer this continent for me."
"That old man is very fierce, especially when he is angry."
This witticism made several death lords smile, while Tyrion looked at General Danas seriously and said softly:
"Then do you know...when I'm angry, I'm also very fierce."
"Go ahead, generals, and prepare the dark warlocks and lichs. Humans want to use the battlefield width of Thoradin Bridge to limit us. It's time to break their illusions."
Behind Tyrion, several high-ranking knights presented their majesty with the black armor decorated with keels and metal. A moment later, with the scarlet cloak floating, the door of Grim Batol's command hall opened.
After being pushed away again, the rebuilt underground city spread forward into a wide road, leading directly to a large suspended platform above the mountain stream at the front.
Tyrion strolled forward, with the most loyal high-ranking knights following behind him. The moment he crossed the dividing line between darkness and sunlight, Tyrion's eyes became more determined. Between the blue mottled crown of thorns above his head, Tyrion
Below, a thick layer of ice covered his face in the shape of a skull.
The next moment, the Dark Blade King stepped forward and appeared in the sun. He stood on a suspended platform, corroding the earth below in the mountain stream of the wetland. On the muddy earth, there were already neat and tidy
Listed an extremely large military formation, which was composed of silent death knights, numerous undead infantry, and some special arms, a legion that was enough to make the world tremble.
Tyrion looked down, and the undead below also raised their heads and looked at their ruler. Behind those dark red, blue, green, and gray eyes, the burning soul fire was in the pale eyes.
, making the entire wetland become cold.
In the near future, the iron hooves of this legion will move forward again, crushing everything in their path, and taking the remaining half of this continent into their hands.
A dark empire will slowly rise above the earth during their war. It will be the kingdom of the dead, a true... hell on earth.
Grokush, the orc death lord who has followed Tyrion for the longest time, rushed back from Draenor and stood next to Tyrion in full armor. He handed him a black flag. The Dark Blade King turned around and faced
Grokush nodded, and the next moment, the black dark-blade flag was in his hand, fluttering in the cold wind.
Tyrion raised the flag, but there were no cheers, no applause, or even a sound from below.
The dead don't need to use these to express their feelings, they are more accustomed to using actions to express their attitudes.
"Wow"
The huge Frost Bone Dragon, Nefarian's figure jumped down from the peak of Grim Batol, his huge, intimidating wings flapping, hovering under the platform in the mountain, Dark Blade
The king jumped down in one step, and with Nefarian's deep roar, the Dark Blade King and his most loyal knights rushed to the battlefield.
After the black Broken Blade flag sounded, the five battle groups displayed in the wetland, under the order of the legion commander, turned around and slowly marched towards the Arathi Highlands.
Behind them are two war groups hidden in the mountains. The war group led by Danath Trollbane will enter the Wildhammer Highlands as a surprise force when the frontline battlefield enters a anxious state.
There are still two final battle groups left at Menethil Port, as reserves that can be mobilized at any time, and to prevent the Kul Tiras navy from turning back and raiding from the rear when the war is most intense.
Army of the undead.
Above the sky, spreading its wings and soaring in the sky of another world, the Screamer Legion soaring in the wider sky also welcomed back its soul. Queen Lexi, who has been guarding the newly born arakkoa civilization of Tongtian Peak in Draenor.
, this time she also received orders from Tyrion, and she personally led her people to fly above the cold sky. In today's battle, she will personally show humans what the art of war in the sky is.
"That's great. This is what I want."
Above the sky, Tyrion looked at the human military formations waiting on both sides of the Thoradin Bridge. The densely packed soldiers almost filled up half of the grassland of Arathi Highlands, making people feel dizzy just by looking at them.
This is the power of the human empire united together, this is humanity's final counterattack, the most powerful and terrifying fist they have ever waved.
"Unite under heavy pressure and devote themselves to a great goal. Countless warriors unite together and fight only for victory. This is the war I want! This is the war I want to see!"
"Stick together and then be crushed by me!"
"Shua"
Tyrion jumped down from behind the dragon's back, and like a dark meteor, struck hard from the sky to the center of the Saladin Bridge. He would be the one to swing the first sword on the battlefield.
"Bang"
The black figure stood on the bridge surrounded by the blizzard flying in the sky. Opposite him, Lothar, who was wearing a crown, was also holding a legendary blade. The substantial light like a flame wrapped around the body of the human emperor.
Walking forward without fear, under the gaze of the soldiers, he stood in front of Tyrion.
Life and death, the two forces confront each other across the bridge, one is angry, the other is dead.
"You will pay for everything you have done! Today!"
Lothar pointed the War Destroyer's blade at Tyrion, his voice resounded throughout the world, and the moon-shaped magic sword lay in front of the Dark Blade King, and his scarlet cloak shrouded his body, almost covering him up.
His body was wrapped up, and when faced with provocation, his answer was concise:
