The sky-shaking explosion almost tore apart the thick dark clouds over the Land of Decay. The white beams of light, like the punishment of the doomsday god, intertwined into a dazzling light grid that destroyed the world. The tide of undead poured in from the distance like rolling mud.
As hundreds of thousands of undead were running, the sentry captain felt that the ground beneath his feet was shaking violently as if it was about to completely collapse.
The shocking sight in front of them had caused the soldiers to fall into a brief mental blank. They stood blankly on the spot one by one, and what was reflected in their pupils was the overwhelming white light of judgment sweeping in. Hundreds of undead were exploded.
Seeing the scene in the sky, even the sentry captain, who was already an experienced veteran, did not realize what kind of crisis he was encountering.
"It's over..."
This was the only thought in the sentry captain's mind after he finally recovered from his brief lapse.
Such a large-scale impact, let alone this poor little outpost, even the great barrier of Quel'Thalas in its heyday could not withstand it, right?
Therefore, there is no point in escaping at this time.
That huge white light pillar was not magic. As an elf who is extremely sensitive to magic elements, the captain of the sentry did not perceive any magic fluctuations from the astonishingly powerful light. It was pure light, the purest light, without any
It is incredible that a beam of light mixed with the power of any element can have such terrifying lethality. Even the most powerful blood elf archmage cannot let a simple beam of light form such an attack.
Even if he uses Holy Light.
Curse?
Such a word suddenly flashed through the sentry captain's mind.
Could it be that the gods were finally angered by the undead ravaging the world and were about to send judgment?
He suddenly thought of the news about the arrival of the divine messenger into this world not long ago, and then he felt a little clear in his heart.
That's right, the God's Envoy came to this world and saw the undead raging on the earth. In anger, he launched a judgment of destruction. However, an arrogant race like the Blood Elves refused the God's Envoy's protection and was naturally excluded.
With the rescue list out of the way, I'm afraid Quel'Thalas will be purified together with the Undead Scourge, right?
"Captain Krosa... let's... run away..." an unknown soldier said tremblingly, a look of fear covering his face.
"Where to escape?" the sentry captain asked calmly, as if he didn't care at all about the wave of undead that was about to overwhelm the outpost and the approaching white light of destruction.
The soldier was speechless - yes, where to escape?
In the face of this devastating impact that swept across the entire horizon, was there any place in Quel'Thalas that could be spared?
"Captain! Look!"
Just when everyone had fallen into despair, Torina suddenly exclaimed and pointed at the sky behind the undead tide.
Behind the thick and rolling dark clouds in the distance, traces of golden light were penetrating from the clouds. Then, there was a strange low roar. The golden light became stronger and stronger, gradually covering half of the sky.
The clouds were coated with a golden halo, as if another round of scorching sun was gradually rising in the clouds.
The sentries opened their mouths wide and stared blankly at the sky that was originally dirty and dark but was now gradually filled with golden light. Then, as a shocking scene appeared, they collectively let out an uncontrollable exclamation.
A huge golden battleship as big as a city-state suddenly broke through the endless clouds. The strong holy light was projected on the corrupted earth, causing the entire earth to "squeak" with the sound that would be produced when an object is burned. It was weak.
Under the illumination of this golden light, the undead fell apart so directly. The thick clouds that had occupied the land of ghosts for several years seemed like a tablecloth cut open by a sharp knife, and it was revealed after the huge battleship passed by.
The clear blue sky behind.
This is the reason why the undead are fleeing in all directions. As low-level undead without consciousness, they would not be afraid originally, but what if they are faced with an aerial fortress filled with endless power of holy light?
Under the pressure of the Holy Light, tens of thousands of undead creatures fled desperately. In a short time, they had entered a place less than two kilometers away from this small outpost.
Just when the captain of the sentry thought that he and others were about to be wiped out by this ultimate impact, a voice without any emotion suddenly sounded between heaven and earth: "The sands of time are passing by with the wind, and the pendulum is gradually stopping here.
See everything, frozen in this never-ending moment..."
As these words fell, the boundless tide of undead suddenly and strangely stopped in place, as if it were a picture that had been frozen by water reflection magic. Even the stumps of the undead that had been blown into the air were suspended.
Stopped in mid-air.
The huge battleship suddenly accelerated, passing over the undead army below it in a way that was completely inconsistent with its huge figure, and then the entire several-kilometer-long hull turned sideways, looking out from the side of the battleship towards the Land of Ghosts.
Numerous large and small cannons were fired, and when the immobilized undead finally regained their freedom, what they faced was an overwhelming and dense artillery fire that was even more overwhelming than the light of judgment just now!
Captain Sentinel finally understood at this moment that this huge golden air battleship was not trying to destroy the Elf Kingdom and the undead behind him, but was helping Quel'Thalas!
Of course he didn't know that a certain emperor himself was shocked when he discovered that hundreds of thousands of undead were moving towards Quel'Thalas en masse under the threat of holy light energy...
Fortunately, although as a heavy aerial fortress ship, the Frontier class battleship's cruising speed is very slow, but with the help of some supernatural powers and the extraordinary performance of the afterburner, we finally got to the front of the undead army in time.
, stop the enemy before the unlucky blood elves are crushed by the overwhelming high-calcium flakes. Otherwise, our Quel'Thalas rescue battle that was supposed to be extremely exciting and exciting this time will turn into
The most unprovoked murder with a borrowed knife in history...
Under the dual deterrence of intensive artillery fire and Holy Light battleships, the brainless undead army immediately fell into greater chaos. The guys rushing in front instinctively turned around and ran away, while the undead behind the team were still dying towards them under the influence of inertia.
Rushing forward, there was a fierce collision between a pile of bones and sticks and a pile of rotten meat. The weak undead with a weak body was directly knocked into a cripple by the strong guy. They lowered their heads to pick up their scattered heads or pieces from the ground.
When their arms and legs were raised, more big undead would pass directly over their bodies, with heads or other bone sticks from other parts flying everywhere in the air. At the front of the team, with full firepower,
The Frontier-class battleship happily turned more undead into free plasma in the air. The only thing left in the world was the deafening roar of dozens of main guns, which could paint the picture of doom in the eyes of the sentry captain.
The tens of thousands of undead equals fell into a one-sided massacre in front of the fortress-class battleship.
Because they are far away from the main sphere of influence of the Scourge, the undead gathered in the northern part of Ghostland are rarely powerful. Even the Lich King is too lazy to take these huge numbers of guys who are not much stronger than tofu into his hands, and
Compared with the millions of powerful undead that are gathering towards our base, they are not even a small team. A medium-sized battleship can destroy them all. The only advantage these guys have over the blood elves is that they have more people.
They are not afraid of death, but thousands of them stacked together may not be able to match the strength of an assembled demon. The blood elves also fell into a desperate situation under the siege of these cannon fodder because of the sharp decline in population and the loss of all their elites after the war, and they were able to
Compared to the Frontier-class battleships that fly in the air and have strong ships and powerful guns, hundreds of thousands of low-level undead are definitely not a threat. They cannot fly and do not have any long-range attack methods, no matter how many they accumulate, they cannot cause a qualitative change.
And even the army of millions of the dead that is gathering towards our base camp actually has no chance of defeating us. Tens of thousands of imperial mechanical warriors and elite coalition forces of all races can completely destroy those fragile carrion and bones.
Only the staggering number can give us a headache. If it were not to buy time to travel through the land of ghosts, we could completely eliminate those millions of undead in a more stable way.
But - time is precious, we don't have time to fight a war of attrition with millions of cannon fodder for half a month, and they are definitely not the main enemy of our expedition, so in order to deal with this zombie wave as quickly as possible, we
The idea was set on the ley line of Quel'Thalas.
Amidst the low humming sound, the huge city-state-like Frontier-class battleship slowly landed on the ground that had been flattened by artillery fire. Even though it was several hundred meters away, the few surviving blood elf sentries could not help but
Under the pressure of this behemoth, they took more than ten steps back. They looked at each other with frightened eyes. In the end, as the captain, Krosa managed to calm down his mood and mustered up the courage to move forward.
Go.
The holy energy that permeated the surroundings and the surging holy light on the entire battleship made the blood elf clearly understand the fact that this giant ship was the weapon of the envoy who came to the continent of Azeroth this time.
, although the blood elves' reverence for the gods is far less than their admiration for magic, when they are truly faced with a terrifying weapon of the god that has just wiped out hundreds of thousands of undead in a shocking way, even the most arrogant
The blood elf nobles will also tremble.
And this brave captain of the elf sentry is not a nobleman, and naturally he is not arrogant.
The golden holy light on the God's Battleship gradually dimmed, and then a figure with endless brilliance slowly walked down from a gate above the battleship.