At the same time, the order was received by the Death Lords scattered in other battlefields in Northern Xinjiang. After the order was issued, in less than 30 minutes, the flames of war in the four battlefields in Northern Xinjiang started again almost at the same time.
In Gilneas, the Hinterlands, Arathi Highlands and Tirisfal Glades, the smoke of war under the sunshine of this day completely shattered the last peace of the entire northern border.
"This is a little too sudden."
The three lords Grokush, Saurfang and Roglio walked side by side. In front of the city of Andorhal, which was already controlled by the Dark Blade, the undead's air and ground forces had already been assembled. Roglio
The Hammerfire Chapter will set off from Andorhal and head to the Eastern District of Stratholme. Although according to the human vampires, by the time the undead arrive, there should be no civilians in those big cities.
However, it is impossible for a huge human province to be completely abandoned. There must still be some humans persisting there, and based on Roglio's understanding of the high elves, even if the Sun King orders an evacuation, there must still be many
The high elves will stick to the position of Queldorin's hut. Those soldiers and civilians who stick to it are Rogelio's targets.
The Hinterlands' artillery force has been taken over by Serent and is currently storming the Wildhammer Fortress in the Eyrie Mountains.
The two battle groups of Saurfang and Grokush will go all the way west to break the defense line of the Silver Hand Paladins in the Tirisfal Barrier, enter the Tirisfal area, and whisper in Lordaeron.
The coast and the north coast intercept human immigrants. It is said that an objective number of humans are gathering in those two places. The human emperor and the king of Lordaeron are both there. Obviously, they cannot be allowed to leave so easily.
"What on earth is going on? Saurfang, I just heard that humans created the portal?"
Grokush looked at his compatriots and asked in a low voice:
"Is there any inside story here?"
Although Rogelio did not speak, his long ears perked up. Apparently, he was also doubting the cause behind the sudden outbreak of war.
But Saurfang is not a person who likes to spread gossip. He just said matter-of-factly:
"Yes, so big, so many, and so scattered portal fluctuations appeared at the same time. Our Warlock Group should have been able to detect it, but they didn't... Tell me, why didn't they detect it?
"
This meaningful rhetorical question made Grokush and Rogelio look at each other, and finally the high elf said:
"It's certainly not undetected. It's impossible for all the Warlocks to become deaf at the same time... So the most likely explanation is that someone deliberately tampered with the report. Let us guess, Khadgar?"
"Oh, this almost doesn't require guessing."
Grokush sneered, turned over and sat on his bone dragon, and said to his two companions:
"Khadgar has been dissatisfied with the system we built together for a day or two. Is he finally going to leave everything behind and return to his "motherland"?"
"No, it's not that simple, Grokush."
Rogelio frowned and said:
"Even if Khadgar wanted to rebel, he would not choose this moment. His wisdom is not that inferior. I can only say that he may have his own plans. Anyway, I think Khadgar complained, and he did not really
Want to betray the system."
"He's just like us!"
Saurfang said decisively:
"He just wants to make this system better, but unfortunately, he may have used the wrong method... Tyrion went to find him personally, and no one knows the result. So, everyone, let us do our best.
It’s something about that.”
"Then I'll take the first step."
Rogelio breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced in the direction of Quel'Thalas and pulled up the reins of the bone dragon. With a deep roar, this giant skeleton beast filled with death energy at its peak was standing on the huge
With the flapping of the bone wings, he slowly took off into the air. Behind him, dozens of skull dragons and undead flying dragons also took off together. On the ground, the dwarf death knights belonging to the Hammerfire Chapter also drove war horses, as well as all-black
The combat tanks roared out of the city gate of Andorhal.
They will rush into East Stratholme and clear it out.
"Let's go too, there's a fierce battle ahead."
Grokush said something, and the two death lords took off at the same time. When Andorhal below became smaller and smaller, Grokush suddenly said:
"How about I take the vanguard?"
"No, no need!"
Saurfang shook his head:
"I know what you are worried about, Grokush. I am not that fragile yet... If he really wants to come, then let him come. I know that I am doing the right thing, and that is enough."
The atmosphere between the two was silent for a while. In the howling wind, Grokush put his black war helmet on his head and said angrily:
"Let's change the topic. What do you think will happen to Khadgar? I guess he might die... What do you think?"
"I don't think so."
A glint flashed in Saurfang's eyes, and he said slowly:
"It's not that I don't have confidence in Tyrion. What I'm thinking about is the other side. You said that once a smart guy like Khadgar decides to do something, I don't believe that he won't.
Leave a way out for yourself, you know what I mean? I think Khadgar might survive."
He stretched out his finger, pointed at his head, and lowered his voice:
"In a way, Tyrion is actually an emotional person. If Khadgar is smart enough, maybe he can get through this intact. To be honest, I really don't think Khadgar will betray him.
We, he is not that stupid...The most important thing is that, like Tyrion, he is actually an idealist."
"Idealist?"
Grokush pursed his lips:
"When you put it that way, it sounds... quite similar. Hey, look, the paladins are lined up and waiting for us! Speaking of which, have you used the new armor that was just issued?"
Saurfang shook his head:
"We haven't found a suitable opponent, how about you?"
"Me too, but the Paladins below look pretty good at fighting. Let's try these iron guys. I heard Luminas say that the feeling of fighting on the battlefield wearing this thing is really awesome.
great..."
As he spoke, Grokush picked up a heavy steel box from behind the saddle of his bone dragon. The thing was as tall as his whole body. There was a line of words written on it in Salas language, "Dark Blade."
Secondary Armament - Experimental No. 04", the orc death lord put this thing in his hand and shook it:
"Hey, this thing is really heavy..."
Behind him, the death knights who roared by pulled the reins of their mounts and rushed towards the Tirisfal Barrier between the two mountain cols below, as if falling from the sky. Thousands of paladins were stationed there, on both sides of the col.
On the other side, there were soldiers from Lordaeron who set up engineering repeating machine guns made for them by the dwarves in the stone castle, as well as a sufficient number of steam tanks.
This is the choke point leading from Stratholme to the Tirisfal region. Once here is lost, the entire Tirisfal region will be undefeable. Marshal Gathris of the Kingdom of Lordaeron is guarding here.
He has made a promise to the king that as long as he is here, this last stronghold of Lordaeron will never fall.
"Sky! The undead are attacking from the sky!"
Sharp shouts and shrill sirens resounded throughout the entire fortress at this moment. When the death knights rushed down, between the stone fortresses on the mountain cols on both sides, those continuous-firing machine guns were raised to the sky, and then they were torn like cloth.
With a muffled sound of cracking, the artwork of gunpowder and steel was smashed into the sky like a light curtain connected together.
In such a barrage offensive, knights' mounts were hit every minute and every second, spinning and falling into the position below the barrier, and then being drowned by the attacking soldiers and paladins.
Before the land power of a war group approaches, the undead side is at a disadvantage, at least in terms of numbers.
"That's it! Keep on the offensive and disrupt their attack rhythm!"
Marshal Gatheris stood on the steam tank behind the position. He wore his own armor and used a telescope to observe the activities of the Frost Bone Dragon in the sky. There were several continuous-fire machine guns in the stone forts that were constantly monitoring these big guys. Once they
With a swooping motion, bullets soaked in holy water are fired at these giant fortress destroyers from all directions.
Bullets do very little damage to the huge undead, but once they are enveloped in a hail of bullets, the artillery deployed on the front will have a target to attack.
Marshal Gatheris has obviously also learned new tactics from the advancement of undead armaments. On a battlefield where heroic knights, steam tanks and engineering weapons cooperate with each other, and while occupying the advantage of the terrain, he is confident that he can crush ten enemies.
times than our opponents.
This somewhat blind confidence, fueled by courage, lasted until the moment when two strange black warriors quickly crashed into the imperial line from the sky.
"What is that? A humanoid machine?"
General Gatheris adjusted the magnification of the telescope and finally saw the images of the two steel monsters.
They looked like tall warriors covered with a layer of steel armor. The two guys fell from the sky and hit the position, making two dents in the solid ground. The black armor covering the body did not belong to any force.
The symbol, on top of the rough machinery with uneven layers, and in some places you can still see sparks from the collision of gears, are two battle helmets shaped like horns.
There were no signs of weapons on these two steel machines, and their movements as they struggled to walk in the hail of bullets had a sense of mechanical operation. Between the movements of sparks, the strange white gas seemed to be...
Steam is constantly spraying out from various parts of the armor.
"Well, this feels a bit weird."
Grokush moved his ten fingers. As his fingers moved, the steel fingers that were covered with gears and bearings also moved a few times. He had mastered the essence of this action mode.
Likewise, his body squatted down slightly, and after a roar, he jumped out of the depression in the ground like a charging warrior.
"boom"
When the gears of the full-cover armor collided, the sudden burst of power made Grokush somewhat unable to control his actions. The moment he staggered to the ground, he directly hit the two unlucky paladins with his waving arms.
Flying out, amidst the screams of the Paladin, the Orc Death Lord moved his neck and clenched his fists at this moment.
"哐,哐"
The engine of the steam tank that had been shrunk and placed behind the steel armor was activated at this moment, and four thick white streams of air burst out from the holes in his fists. The orc felt the power in his fists, and he roared and waved
He raised his fist above his head, and then slammed it hard on the deck of the steam tank roaring in front of him.
"哐"
Two clear fist marks appeared on the strongest front deck of the tank, and the endless brute force of those fists, the endless power caused by machinery, at this moment, arrogantly stopped the advancing tank.
The sudden stillness in place even caused the rear of the tank to tilt up.
"Aha! I love it! I know how it works!"
Grokush's shouts spread throughout the battlefield. The next moment, more steam columns spurted out from the exhaust port of the armor. With the four steam engines on his body working simultaneously, in front of Grokush's eyes
The struggling steam tank was actually held by his arms and lifted up from the ground bit by bit.
This horrifying scene made the soldiers who were following the tank charge freeze in place, and also made Marshal Gatheris, who was watching this scene, widen his eyes. Grokush's steel armor was in the collision between the steam and the steam engine.
Amid his roar, he spun around in a circle, like throwing a lead ball, and threw the tank to the mountain wall on the left side of the Tirisfal Barrier.
The tank roared and smashed into the mountain, completely destroying the three stone forts hidden inside.
"I like this thing! Really, my power has been strengthened at least three times! The machine is really amazing!"
Grokush moved his steel armor. He turned to Saurfang behind him and said:
"Those goblins cost us 3 million gold coins a year, but now it seems that this thing... is worth every penny!"
Saurfang did not answer immediately. He manipulated his left hand and stretched his fingers behind his back. As the gears behind the steel armor were turning, a heavy black long sword with terrifying saw chains on both sides fell into his hands.
In his hand, at the moment when the giant saw chain sword was activated, endless sparks lit up in front of Saurfang. He took a step forward and said to Grokush:
"The fisting time is over, man, I'm still waiting to go to Lordaeron..."
After saying that, he took a step forward. Between the jets of white steam columns and Saurfang's roar, this ferocious saw chain sword slashed hard at the steam tank that crashed towards him.
Amidst the sharp grinding sounds of curses and gnashing of teeth, the steam tank filled with deadly weapons, the sturdiest king of land warfare in the human empire, was forcibly cut open from the center under the stunned gaze of countless soldiers.
!
"I'm sorry, but the horse-riding game... ends today!"
Don't look at me like that... I know what you are thinking~ But Storm Fortress... ah! It's a cross-talk. I mean, this is not some black technology. Brothers who have played games all know it.
The shocking goblin technology is as simple as building a flying wood-cutting mecha... let alone a professional "scientific researcher" like Hesso. All the technology trees in this book are based on the goblin and gnome technology in the game.
Based on the actual objects shown, it is not nonsense.
