Amid the roaring shells and the shaking of the ground, the loyal and brave knights rushed out from the camps on both sides of the Tirisfal Barrier. They rode on armored horses, led by high-ranking knights, and marched towards
The death knights who were constantly breaking through in front of them launched a charge.
The paladins stirred up the energy in their bodies and wrapped the warm holy light around their companions like a curtain to strengthen their defense and lethality against the undead. In the face of this rolling fire like quicksand,
In front of the undead phalanx arriving at the battlefield, rows of undead infantrymen, under the command of the death knights, raised their heavy ax guns.
"Fire!"
"Bang bang bang bang"
With a distance of nearly 200 meters between the two sides, the black steam tanks behind the undead infantry phalanx and the continuous-fire machine guns placed on both sides of the phalanx opened fire. Amidst the intense hail of bullets, the first man who rushed forward crazily
The knights in the platoon fell off their horses as blood splattered everywhere, but the knights behind them did not stop charging. The speed of these most loyal knights in the kingdom did not even change.
The defensive aura of the Paladins can play a certain defensive role against this pure physical attack, but in the face of the rapid fire of steam machine guns, every second of their charge, brave knights are constantly being hit by bullets.
Hit the body and lose life as the blood mist disperses.
The majestic earth shook. The knights of the kingdom gritted their teeth and continued to move forward with a fierce and tragic momentum, facing the hail of bullets of the undead. In the light of the sun shining through the gunpowder smoke, the dust splashed on the earth and in the air
The splashing blood mist, the weird smell of the battlefield, the scorching wind, and the tragic scenery on both sides of the battlefield were all reminding them that this would be a desperate counterattack with no return.
But they could not retreat, nor could they retreat. Under the attack of undead artillery fire, the entire defense line of Tirisfal Barrier was in a state of collapse. Once this place was lost, the nearby city of Lordaeron would be undefendable.
, if they cannot win in the face of the undead army besieging them from all sides, then brave death in battle will become the best interpretation of the knights' loyalty.
In front of the military formation, Death Lord Grokush stood on top of a black steam tank. The shell of the trial armor he was wearing became pitted after multiple collisions, and the defensive deck on his chest was completely lifted.
Open, under the iron plate, sparks continued to burst out between the rapidly moving gears and crystals, which looked very unstable. The lord's left fist also lost the ability to move flexibly due to repeated collisions, but
He seemed to be getting taller and taller, but with a hint of ferocity as he returned from the battlefield.
The steam-powered armor made by the goblin siege masters in the Black Iron Zone was on the verge of being scrapped, but before it was scrapped, Grokush and Saurfang teamed up to destroy the defensive stone fortresses built by humans on the mountain walls on both sides of the barrier.
After all the steam tank troops were wiped out, these two sets of sergeant-type steam-powered armors had gloriously completed the steps of battlefield testing.
Grokush calmly ran towards the human knights on the battlefield filled with cold death and blood and gunpowder smoke. At the front of the knights was the gray-haired Marshal Gatheris. This old marshal, bathed in blood, held up his long sword.
In the smoke and dust raised by the undead artillery fire, he led his knights madly towards the final destination.
This scene is enough to make any warrior feel honored...although this respectable sacrifice cannot bring them the victory they want.
When the knights rushed to a distance of nearly 70 meters from the undead position, the collision between the two sides seemed to be happening in the next moment, but the black and silent undead infantry phalanx did not show any panic. Under the orders of the subordinate knights, the infantry
They raised the heavy new ax guns in their hands and fired in unison a second later.
The low sound of gunfire resounded throughout the entire position, and dozens of galloping knights were shot down amidst the thunderous gunfire. This thing was not as overbearing as the continuous-fire machine gun. In terms of the firing method, it was more powerful.
, and there is no need to emphasize the accuracy of the shotgun. It uses a single-headed bullet with full lethality and penetration. At this distance, even the Paladin's defensive aura cannot resist the frontal attack of this bullet.
"Grenade!"
Another order was issued. The undead infantrymen in the first three rows grabbed black grenades from their armors and threw them towards the ground ahead with all their strength. These exploding gadgets are the latest products of the former alchemy bombs.
The engineers in the Black Iron District made the huge alchemy bomb into a personal weapon. After filling it with the latest goblin gunpowder, the fist-sized bomb was no less powerful when detonated than those silly, black and thick alchemy products.
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Hundreds of grenades were thrown towards the ground where the knights were about to set foot, and the subsequent light of fire made the charging knights' eyes light up. Then they were completely swallowed up by the scorching smoke screen and strong explosions. The shattered bodies of people and war horses were buried in the ground.
The thunderous sound that splashed across the battlefield also briefly panicked the trained war horses, making the group charge of the human knights looser.
But it still failed to stop the knights from galloping. In the end, while the first row of undead infantry raised their heavy axes and slashed forward, the knights who had been tortured by fire and explosions also
Crash into the undead infantry phalanx.
Dozens of undead infantry were knocked into the sky by a terrible collision, but with the protection of armor, these undead would not be smashed into pieces like before. If these were human infantry, they would definitely be destroyed by the collision of their bodies.
Death, but the undead, the undead are not terrible.
The human knights collided with the undead phalanx, and the body of Marshal Gatheris, the leader, was filled with angry power. The old knight waved his heavy sword, struggling to chop down the armored undead infantry in front of him. He thought
Just like in previous wars, we must knock away all enemies blocking the road in front of the war horse, and rely on the impact of the war horse to completely penetrate the enemy's camp.
But it's a pity that he can't do it.
Facing the undead army that had completely changed their equipment, the effect of the cluster collision that the human knights were proud of had been greatly weakened. After breaking through the first three rows of undead infantry, Gatheris felt the trembling of the war horse under his crotch.
The kinetic energy of the knight's charge was about to be exhausted.
"No..."
The old marshal raised his head and looked at the black land battle tank behind the undead infantry phalanx, as well as the death lord Grokush who was standing on the tank and looking at him. He saw a touch of indifference and indifference in the eyes of the undead.
Undisguised mockery.
It was as if he was laughing at his overestimation.
Grokush looked at the forward of the human knights who were surrounded by undead infantry. He moved his body and separated himself from the scrapped steam-powered armor. He reached out and took the rune battle ax handed over by the adjutant. His left hand
Slash forward hard.
"charge!"
The death knights who had been waiting for a long time finally got the order. On both sides of the silent position, the heavily armored knights wearing thick armor and holding rune weapons were like two sharp arrows shot out, and the dark red death energy entangled them.
On their bodies, with a breathtaking cold momentum, these death knights pierced into the somewhat chaotic camp of human knights behind them like sharp knives.
"哐"
The weapon in the hands of Marshal Gatheris, who roared and wanted to make the knights retreat, collided hard with the chopped battle axe. The war horse under his crotch let out a scream, and the undead infantry beside him slashed brutally with axes and spears.
Hit by the chop, the armor of the BMW horse, which kept retreating, was torn apart, and it had already held on to the end.
"boom"
Grokush drove back Gatheris with an axe, then pulled out a dark golden ferocious shotgun from his back, and fired at Gatheris and his horse at almost zero distance.
A third of the head of the horse charging at the marshal was opened by the explosion of the single-point bullet. With blood and flesh splattering everywhere, the dead creature used its last strength to throw the marshal behind it to the ground.
superior.
On the chaotic battlefield where men and horses were neighing, the old marshal with disheveled hair stood up holding his weapon, and saw a black muzzle, emitting green smoke, which was pressed firmly against his forehead.
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Grokush was holding a battle ax in one hand and a heavy shotgun in the other. He tilted his head, glanced at the angry marshal, and said softly:
"Hey, old knight... do you like our new weapons?"
"Shhh...this is going to... hurt a little."
"Bang"
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"It's almost over on Grokush's side... The soldiers of Tirisfal Bastion are retreating."
On the outskirts of the original Lake of Lordamre and now the Strait of Dalaran, the terrain was completely changed by the bombardment of the Eye of Sargeras. A pile of stairs-like rocks bulged strangely, and the seawater below the strait
Deep and cold, as if it contains some dark secret.
Over the strait, Saurfang sat on his bone dragon. Behind him was the flying wing of the two battle groups. Behind each bone dragon and undead dragon, there were fully armed deaths.
Knight, the load has reached its limit.
Obviously, they left the battlefield of Tirisfal Bastion to carry out a raid mission.
"Are we going to attack the city of Lordaeron from the air? Lord?"
Saurfang's adjutant, a tall Draenei death knight, asked: "There are not many defenders in this city. As long as there are follow-up reinforcements, we are very confident that we can capture it in one raid."
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"Isn't this the purpose of our coming here? Mardara, you take your team to destroy the still functioning portal in the city. The other knights split into four teams and go to the four cities to block the escape of civilians.
Route, gather them up, I will be in charge of the court of this city...The royal family of Menethil, they should still be here."
Saurfang looked at the white city standing on the earth below. He gave instructions softly, and then pulled out his battle ax from behind. Under the shaking of the reins in his hand, the huge bone dragon folded its wings and rose from high in the sky.
Falling rapidly, in the dusk sky, a black creature fell from the sky to the earth. This scene immediately attracted the attention of the Lordaeron City Flying Squadron.
In the roar of the dwarves, the gryphon knights rushed into the sky quickly, but the moment they rushed into the sky, they were tightly entangled in the battlefield in the sky by nearly a thousand death arakkoa who appeared from above the clouds.
, the Griffin Knights are the main aerial force of the Human Empire, but compared to the number of undead arakkoa in the Dark Blade Legion, they are simply rare creatures, not to mention the terrifying gargoyle tide of the Scourge Undead.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch"
When the giant skeletal dragon passed by the palace of Lordaeron, it lowered its head and covered the palace below with its cold breath of ice and snow, like an ice blizzard. The guards guarding the palace suffered heavy casualties in an instant.
In the icy storm, a black shadow fell from the sky, and finally landed steadily in front of the palace in the center of the palace. Saurfang stood on the frost-covered ground. In front of him, the loyal Lordaeron royal attendants and
Paladins and court mages rushed over from all directions, blocking his way forward.
Saurfang was surrounded, but facing the humans who glared at him, the Death Lord had no fluctuations in his heart. He took a step forward, and the next moment, a golden hammer of light hit his feet. Saurfang
I raised my head, and behind the group of soldiers, the great knight Uther was holding a war hammer and looking at him with an indifferent expression.
"Undead, stop!"
"Hmm...a good opponent."
Saurfang said something in the hollow voice unique to the undead. He thought for a moment, then put his battle ax back behind his back. In the blink of an eye, a silver, heavy, dotted with deep naga
A style of tidal trident appeared in his hand. He touched the halberd on the ground. A sound of surging tide appeared behind the death knight. A moment later, a strange, ghost-like huge figure appeared behind him.
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It was the soul of the Kraken warrior Vashj who was killed by him. Under the influence of psychic magic, this powerful soul was bound in the weapon of his lifetime and became the unique summon of the Death Lord.
"The great knight is mine..."
Saurfang threw the battle halberd to the Kraken ghost behind him, then drew out the battle ax again, moved his shoulders, and before launching the charge, he gave a cold command:
"Don't let anyone else come and disturb me!"
As soon as the words fell, the stone under the feet of the most powerful Lord of Death in the Dark Blade Knights completely collapsed. His figure turned into a dark red lightning, and hit the great knight Uther who was waiting for him. Behind him,
The ghost of Naga moved its six arms. Between the snake-like hair on the top of his head, in the call of Naga's siren magic, the cold tide of soul also moved in the hoarse laughter of the siren warrior.
Other humans are involved in this, the deadliest battlefield.
"boom"
The energy lightning caused by the collision of death and the power of the Holy Light was floating above the palace. The old King Terenas leaned on his cane and watched the roaring energy above his head explode in the air. His wrinkled face showed no trace of
Without any expression, no one could predict the king's inner thoughts.
Behind him, the most loyal guards stayed by the king's side.
"Bang"
The door to the King's Hall was pushed open, and an anxious Prince Alsace rushed into the room. He shouted to his father:
"The death knight has entered the city. Father, come with me quickly. Anna and I will escort you away!"
"No! Arthas, I am not the one who should leave..."
The king turned around and looked at his grown-up son. A trace of relief flashed in his cloudy eyes. The next moment, the king's expression became serious:
