25. The war between ancient and present --- for the upcoming New Year's Eve [17/20]
In the deep midnight hours, Dalian Mograine, who had just finished praying and returned to his room, turned on the chandelier in the room with some fatigue. This chandelier, which was also lit by gas, was much more convenient than traditional candles.
, is also one of the few products imported by the Federation to the Order Country that will not be criticized by the rigid priests.
And just when Dallion washed away his fatigue with hot water and was about to read a book and go to sleep, there was a knock on his door. The young paladin stepped forward and opened the door, and saw the look on his face.
The gloomy old father stood outside his door.
The exchange between father and son, who had not seen each other for more than half a month, should have been a scene full of family affection, but now, looking at the look in old Mograine's eyes, the young man Darien couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
To make matters worse, the lines of holy light left by the light-casting ceremony on his body, which was only wearing underwear, could not be hidden from his father for a moment.
"What is this? Dallion?"
Knight Alessandro did not reprimand his son at the first word. Instead, he walked into his son's room carrying two bottles of ale. He sat on a chair by the fireplace and looked at the Holy Light tattoos on Dallion's body.
, he looked at the mysterious geometric patterns filled with the power of holy light with a scrutinizing gaze. After a moment, he asked:
"What kind of light casting ceremony is this? How do you feel?"
Seeing that although his father was angry, he did not scold him, Dallion calmed down and explained to his father:
"That was an accident, father. I just wanted to save Bridget, who was a little confused at the time, but the effect of the light casting ceremony is real... Look, father!"
As he spoke, Dallion raised his left hand, and a ball of stagnant holy light flame ignited in his palm. It flowed upwards along Dallion's skin extremely docilely. The moment the docile holy light flame was ignited, it
The great knight narrowed his eyes. He could easily do such a small trick, but it was a valuable experience learned in countless life-and-death battles. And now, his incompetent little son can actually do it.
"The light casting ceremony has changed my body. I can feel that my connection with the Holy Light has become closer. Father, when I fall asleep, I occasionally hear the voice of the Holy Light..."
Dallion said to his father honestly:
"That is the real voice of the Holy Light, not Zela's whispering voice with a certain purpose. It will not guide me to do anything. It just tells me to do my best to protect those beautiful things."
, a thing full of hope...Isn’t this the true meaning of the Holy Light? Father?”
Faced with his youngest son's inquiry, Lord Mograine did not answer immediately. Instead, he opened the ale at hand and asked his son to sit next to him. The father and son drank in silence. After more than ten minutes,
The great knight spoke:
"It is a good thing to have good intentions towards the complex world, but too much belief in hope and beauty is a terrible flaw. My son, it is a good thing that you have your own understanding of the Holy Light. I am happy to see this
You, but... if this is the original intention of establishing your Crusaders, then I am not optimistic about this organization... because it is a bit naive."
When Darien heard this, he wanted to refute his father's words, but was interrupted by Mograine. The old knight drank wine silently and said to his son:
"Go tell that kid Anduin that the Order of the Silver Dawn will soon reorganize an army to go to the battlefield of Northrend, and the Crusaders will also be included in it. After you prove your will to the entire Order of the Silver Dawn,
Before, I would not express support or denial for what you are doing. To be honest, I also hope that the world will become a better place, but it often disappoints people, my son."
Having said this, the old knight smiled sadly, narrowed his eyes and said to his son:
"Maybe I'm old and old-fashioned and we can't keep up with the development of the world. Maybe you can achieve this future that seems a bit naive to me, but no one can predict it, so... if you think it is right
, then do it!”
"If that kid Anduin wants to lead you to change the world, he also wants the support of us old guys..."
"Then let us see what you are capable of on the battlefield first."
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The army of the Order of the Silver Dawn has not yet set off, but at the Storm Peaks of the Northrend continent, the war between the battlefield pioneers and Loken's Iron Warriors has already begun.
On the battlefield around the Snow Stream Plain, the fighting was extremely fierce. Almost less than three days after the Rock Hall was occupied by the dwarves, these steel soldiers who rushed out of the Lightning Hall became the main force in the ice and snow near the North Pole.
The craziest villains, and in other places in the Storm Peaks, the wanton activities of these Loken's henchmen have also disturbed the surrounding forces.
"Don't stop the artillery support! Give me a blast!"
The commander of the Bronzebeard dwarves, Grand Marshal Double Braid, stood at the firepower point of the trench. The dwarf in armor had a helmet on his head. He grabbed a telescope and looked at the distant war front amid the shaking of the earth. As he continued
In the twisted vision, the furious dwarf could see the steel soldiers rushing down the hillside frantically attacking the dwarf bunker at the front of the battle line.
These ghost things are made of solid steel. Only madmen would rush up and fight them in close combat. When facing these steel thugs, only roaring artillery is the most reliable weapon, and thanks to the support of the Federation,
As well as the ammunition sent by the isolated goblins in the K3 base, who have been constantly asking for help from the dwarves recently, the dwarf artillery stationed here can squander this devastating firepower wantonly.
"Let the artillery reset their shooting positions, I want them to cut off the army of those steel soldiers!"
Double Braid shouted to the herald beside him:
"Let the gryphon knights and airships prepare to bomb the battlefield. No one is allowed to rush out of the bunker to die without my order!"
A few minutes later, another round of artillery fire covered the battlefield on the front line of the Snow Stream Plain. The high-explosive ammunition falling from the sky was among the flames and impact of the explosion. The bodies of the soldiers made of steel were also somewhat unable to resist, and the frenzied mortals were unable to resist.
The terrifying temperature erupted in the core area of the explosion point by the evil gadgets can even melt steel, which is also fatal to the fearless soldiers of the Stormcast Legion.
But the war mode of the Iron Soldiers under Loken was still stuck in the War of Overlord hundreds of thousands of years ago. At that time, there was no concept of thermal weapons, except for the mechanical gnomes under Mimiron who would use some simple thermal weapons.
Besides, the other soldiers of the Iron Legion still trust the swords in their hands and their bodies.
This resulted in the seemingly weak mortals using correct tactics to drag most of the Stormcast Legion soldiers to the front with minimal damage.
"Buzz buzz"
The low vibration of the engine sounded in the front line set by the dwarves. A moment later, four strange-looking airships took off from the front line. Two of the airships had the tribal emblems printed on their large balloons. They were the expedition sent by the orcs here.
The war weapons of the army, while the remaining two airships were printed with the emblem of the Kingdom of Stormwind, which were weapons ordered by King Varian from the goblins.
The orcs and humans responsible for driving the ship were provoking and insulting each other in the air, while constantly throwing the huge bombs accumulated on the airship towards the common enemy. The hatred between the two races has not been eliminated so easily, but now
In the face of a common enemy, the disputes between the two sides can be slightly compromised.
The gryphon knights guarding the slow-moving airship are old brothers of the Bronzebeard dwarves. The Wildhammer dwarves who have now migrated to Kul Tiras, Kurdran Wildhammer, who has not been seen for a long time, personally leads the capable team.
The Griffin Knights flew across the cold sky from low altitude, and amid the carnival of the Wildhammer madmen, bundles of alchemical bombs were thrown into the group of Iron Soldiers.
At the moment when the formation of the steel soldiers who came to attack was in chaos, the Generalissimo gave an order, and with the vibration of the mechanical gears, hundreds of steam tanks armed with new weapons rumbled out of the underground garage.
, behind them, there are some siege vehicles made by the goblins. These trebuchet-like things look simple, but when paired with special cannonballs, they are absolutely destructive and very cheap...
The most important thing is that these siege engines have a very cool and special function...
"I'm so excited! I've been prepared for a long time..."
Garrosh Hellscream, who led the orc expeditionary force here, was holding Gorehowl in his hand. He was carrying a strange parachute bag on his body. He looked a little anxious as the film was about to start, and his eyes were fixed on it.
Looking at the tallest and most ferocious Iron Vrykul General on the battlefield in front of him, he had already planned that this guy would be his prey this time. He would chop off its iron head, melt it, and let the dwarves give him a beating.
The best armor ever!
And Warlord Garrosh is staying in a strange place now... He is standing on the siege vehicle, in the bomb opening of the huge trebuchet, which is also the iron pocket used to hold bombs. Next to him is another person.
On a trebuchet, his most trusted brother Dranoche was also squatting in another iron pocket, like... a cannonball waiting to be fired.
"Shoot me out!"
At the moment when the siege vehicles followed the dwarf tank army into the chaotic battlefield, Garrosh shouted:
"Now!"
The goblin driver who was controlling the siege vehicle pressed the switch without hesitation. The next moment, the trebuchet carried by the siege vehicle made a huge scream. As the tall wood flipped, the man sitting in the iron pocket
Warlord Garrosh and his brother Dranosh were like two cannonballs, being shot into the battlefield at high speed between his howling like ghosts and wolves.
Next to Garrosh, there were dozens of orcs or tauren warriors who were as stupid and bold as him, and they were shot into the battlefield in the same way. Each of them had found a target, and at the moment they fell into the battlefield
, these high-level warriors roared and used completely unscientific charging combat techniques. They were like sharp knives piercing the battlefield, waving sharp weapons and slashing hard at their targets.
Even if it is real steel, it will be cut off and cut open under the slashing fire of the burning anger of the warriors...
"Ah, look at those crazy and rough warriors... so ungraceful!"
A high elf mage made a disdainful comment, and then waved his hand to open the teleportation gate that had been prepared. Behind him, the wither druids who were ready for the assault quickly stepped into the teleportation gate and appeared above the battlefield.
These raptor druids who believe in Anzu transform into storm ravens. This huge raven can easily pick up those steel dwarves that are not heavy. With the combined efforts of several people, they can also pick up those heavy ones.
The steel golem then flapped its wings and threw these manic steel soldiers into the cliff beyond the snow flow plain.
On the other side of the battlefield, the Kaldorei army that appeared silently escorted its bird-winged ballistae forward slowly. This weapon, which can reflect the repeatedly bouncing steel moon blade, may have more destructive power.
It is not as good as artillery, but these flying moon blades can often cut through steel easily, which is a very useful weapon in this kind of war.
Tyrande Windspeaker, who transformed into the Dark Moon Goddess of War, sat calmly behind her Frostsaber. A series of disasters made this gentle priestess completely transform into a different person.
She looked at the battlefield in front of her, shook her head, and then raised her left hand. More than 20 bird-wing ballistas lined up behind her began to aim at the target. The next moment, the whirling and numbing flying moon blades,
Like the death-stealing god, it completely opened up the line of steel soldiers who were still resisting on the edge of the battlefield.
Loken's Stormcast Legion can theoretically sweep through any civilization in the world. These craftsmen used to fight the Dark Empire are not things that should be put into the war of the civilized world. But now, facing the civilizations that have truly united
, these creations of the ancient gods do not seem so invincible.
But whether it is the currently dominant coalition forces or the Iron Generals of the Thundercast Legion, they all know that the battlefield in the Snowstream Plains may seem lively, but it is not the decisive point. In this war between ancient times and the present, the real decisive point is only
One...that's the Hall of Lightning!
If mortals cannot defeat Loken, they will never enter the gates of Ulduar...
But this does not prevent the coalition forces from using this hearty victory to "put gold" on their faces.
For example, right now, on the border of the Snow Stream Plain, Brian Bronzebeard put down the telescope in his hand, and proudly said to an earth spirit next to him who looked like a dwarf, but whose body was made of rocks:
"Look, our ancient brothers...I'm not lying to you, you saw it with your own eyes!"
"We have the ability to defeat Loken's thugs, and we also have the ability to defeat Loken. The earth spirits no longer need to be afraid of the traitor to the god, we will protect you! Of course, we also need... you to join this war.
"
"Until we join forces to liberate our common holy city... Ulduar!"