The blue-grey sky is hazy, and the blood-like setting sun is soaked in the long yellow sand in the desert. This is the Aryan Desert due east of the city of darkness. The Aryan Desert is connected to hundreds of thousands of mountains to the south, and is faced by the Iwato Inland Sea. It is dark
The eastern gateway of the capital.
In ancient times, a war between the high elves and the Burning Legion broke out here. The battle was extremely brutal. The hellfire summoned by the Doom Guard burned every inch of the Aryan Desert. Countless warriors fell here, until
Today, people can occasionally dig out rusty swords and broken halberds in the desert.
At this time, on a cliff in the Aryan Desert, Malfurion leaned on the staff of the World Tree and looked down calmly. Wherever he looked, neat and dense military camps stretched to the horizon.
In the face of Deathwing, the Dark City is not only not a fortress, but it is likely to become a cemetery. Once the hundreds of millions of tons of earth and stone above the Dark City cannot withstand the attack of Deathwing and collapse, then the hundreds of thousands of people below will collapse.
No soldier can escape the fate of being buried alive.
Therefore, the coalition forces had to abandon the defense of the Dark City and choose the Aryan Desert as the final battlefield. These 100,000 warriors are all the elite forces of the Guards Corps, Neutral Territory, Orcs and Dwarves coalition forces. Now they are all used to fight against the Black Dragon Legion. It can be said that
It's a desperate move.
"Lord Malfurion, the dark elf army has also arrived, and now we need Mr. Nan." The Guards General Sewen jumped off the dragon and came to Malfurion to report.
"Well, I understand." Malfurion nodded lightly, "The day of the decisive battle predicted by Jarod is getting closer, and Deathwing should already be on his way here... God-level powerful
Or...this continent has not encountered such a disaster for countless years..."
Malfurion stared at the bloody setting sun in the western sky, with a hint of worry in his eyes.
Sewen looked at the old man's back silently. He was silent for a while and said hesitantly: "Sir, I think..."
Sewen hesitated to speak, as if he was worried about something.
"What do you think?" Malfurion turned his head and looked at Serwen with a smile. In front of him, Serwen was just a child.
Sewen took a deep breath and said honestly: "I don't think there is much hope of winning this battle!"
Malfurion smiled slightly and said calmly: "It's not that there is little hope, but it's simply impossible to win."
Sewen was stunned, "Since you know why, you still suggest that the coalition forces send out all the elites. This is all our strength. If the entire army is annihilated, what will we use to fight against Deathwing in the future?"
"All the power? No, our power is far more than that." Malfurion shook his head slightly and said slowly: "Do you know how long the first war lasted?"
"This...historical record seems to be more than three hundred years old."
"Well, in the year 367, in the first war in ancient times, we faced the Burning Legion, which was more powerful than the Black Dragon Legion today. It was the direct line of Sargeras, and it was among the top ten most powerful in the universe.
There were three of them - Mannoroth, Titotios and Archimonde, the giant of the Burning Legion who was more powerful than Deathwing. But we won because the number of demons in the Burning Legion was limited, and we elves and humans
And the dwarves live forever."
"I never expected victory in this battle in the Aryan Desert. I only needed the coalition forces to severely damage the Black Dragon Legion. It is easiest to cultivate strong men in war and killing. As long as there is enough time, we can defeat the Black Dragon Legion from
The Duota Continent will be completely wiped out."
Sewen was silent after listening to Malfurion's explanation. Maybe the coalition forces would win the final victory, but the price paid was very painful. This fourth war may last for hundreds of years...
"Let's go. You and the spiritual warrior Huska go to meet Mr. Nan. He has returned."
Se Wen was slightly startled. At the same time, a brilliant fireworks shot out from the desert in the distance. It was the agreed signal. The sentinel would send out the signal whenever he saw Gu Nansheng appear.
Sewen was overjoyed and breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Great, I was worried before that Mr. Nan wouldn't come or couldn't make it in time. With Mr. Nan here, the threat posed by Deathwing will at least be much less."
Malfurion sighed: "I hope Mr. Nan avoids fighting. He is our greatest reliance on defeating Deathwing. If something happens to him in this battle, we will be in trouble..."
A few minutes later, a group of frost dragons vaguely appeared on the horizon filled with yellow sand. Sewen and Huskar immediately rode up to meet them on their war cavalry.
Huskar felt a little uncomfortable when he saw the ice dragon army. The last time the black dragon attacked the city, he specifically mentioned this to Gu Nansheng, hoping that the other party would bring out the ice dragon army to join the battle, but Gu Nansheng made up a random reason.
Pushed the matter away.
"General Sewen, General Huskar, here you go." Gu Nansheng nodded to the two of them from a distance.
"Mr. Nan, you have worked hard all the way. The war will break out in the next few days. Lord Malfurion and the leaders of all forces are waiting for you in the conference room, sir."
"Oh? Which forces?"
"In addition to the Holy Land and Neutral Territory, the Orcs and Dwarves have also come to join the war. The Orcs' general this time is Karin Bloodhoof, the King of the Hill and King of Ironforge from the Dwarves." Haas.
Ka respectfully interrupted and answered. Naturally, he would not and would not dare to argue with Gu Nansheng about the frost dragon. He would just pretend that he had never mentioned it.
"Karin Bloodhoof?" Gu Nansheng touched his chin. He fought side by side with Karin Bloodhoof in the first trial of the final test. Of course, that was already 10,000 years ago, but the legendary hero
He has an amazing memory, and it is normal to remember people and things from ten thousand years ago. If he is recognized by Kalin Bloodhoof, it will be a little troublesome. After all, Malfurion has already figured out his background.
I couldn't explain it at all, and it might even involve the final test.
So Gu Nansheng said: "I won't go to the meeting. I will seize the time to practice a set of exercises in the past few days. You can just inform me of any decision you make."
After Gu Nansheng finished speaking, he didn't give Sewen and Huskar a chance to object, and directly drove the frost dragon army to land in the military camp. For a while, strong winds blew up, sand and rocks flew, and the scene was so spectacular.
Time passed quickly in the military camp, three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the day of the decisive battle finally came.
In the late autumn of Door of Darkness 21214, the Aryan Desert was as desolate as ever, surrounded by towering boulders and howling desert winds. The long yellow sand was soaked in the blood-like setting sun in the western sky.
The tall immortal pillar stands abruptly in the desert, dragging out a long shadow under the setting sun, extending lonely to the east, with a sense of eternity in the blur.
