Broken bodies and limbs lay scattered all over the place from far to near. Looking out from the top of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, there were collapsed bunkers everywhere.
All the gaps between the city walls were filled with the remains of the undead.
The distance was blocked by a wall of fire. What was shocking was that there were countless humanoid objects splaying their teeth and claws in the fire scene, trying to extinguish the flames caused by the incendiary bombs with their bodies, paving the way for the subsequent undead in a true sense.
"Tirion, the alliance headquarters has sent an evacuation order - all the people in Tirisfal Glades have been evacuated into the territory of Andorhal. Our mission is completed."
A pot-shaped metal object whizzed towards him with a strong wind. Tirion took it, unscrewed the lid and drank the water. After a while, he took a deep breath and said, "Thanks, Wu."
Seer! I think I can still play for two days."
The burlier Saidan came over wearing a rugged Thorium armor and patted Tirion's half-collapsed left shoulder armor: "General Commander Stratholme said that even if we are tied up, we must be tied back to rest. Rest is for
Destroy more evil."
"Okay!" Tirion looked to the sky.
At this time, the Alliance Air Force's strike intensity suddenly increased. More than a thousand griffins circled the battlefield, using exaggerated hand cannons to smash any gargoyles that dared to approach the battlefield. More shells flew from behind, blocking the battlefield.
, creating opportunities for the Silver Hand and other troops on the front line to retreat.
The Silver Hand began to retreat.
To be honest, the loss was not particularly large this time. The Silver Hand lost 20 Paladins. In a fierce battle of this scale, for the Silver Hand with a total number of only about 400 people, this kind of loss is actually acceptable.
Already.
"Who will replace us?" Tirion asked.
"The Rivendell Legion and His Highness Arthas." Uther replied calmly.
"oh?"
"He is now the Marshal of Stratholme."
Most Alliance people have strange feelings about Alsace.
It stands to reason that if it is really the conspiracy of the Menethil family, there is no reason why Arthas and Kallia will be left. As long as Arthas can prove himself on the battlefield, then it can be concluded that this is more of Tyree
An arbitrary decision by King Nas.
Seeing the troops starting to retreat, Saidan turned over and jumped onto the carriage of the railway carriage, and suddenly changed the topic: "The attack in the throne room was supposed to be a perfect attack, but it was a pity that it was destroyed by the mysterious black dragon. The higher-ups said that
What’s going on with the black dragon?”
Uther said solemnly: "Well, the alliance headquarters has issued an announcement. The leader of the alliance, Sir Stratholme, used the magic of Wyrmrest Temple to control the evil black dragon princess Onyxia. She has the ability to transform into human form. But temporarily
It can be included in the alliance's order of battle."
"Wow, cool!" Saidan whistled frivolously.
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Uther frowned: "We are Paladins, you don't want to imitate those people from Trident."
"Yes, yes, yes." Saidan has long been used to his brother's strict approach.
In the distance, another wave of undead staggered towards the railway track protected by the city wall. As they retreated, the three Paladins could hear the continuous sound of artillery fire from the bunkers along the way.
The sound of 40mm light artillery and mortars has long become the best soundtrack in their ears.
Arriving all the way to Forward Base No. 5, 50 kilometers away from Andorhal Fortress, Tirion discovered that the base's area was at least twice as large as when they arrived.
From the outer layer to the inside, there are nine city walls, one layer higher than the other.
You can also see large bundles of mesh steel bars being transported by rail carriages from the rear. The engineers unfolded them, inserted the steel bars pre-tied into columnar shapes into the foundation pits dug in advance, and placed large wooden boards on them.
Clamp it and immediately pour the mixed cement inside.
If you do it here, a mage will use the ice cone technique to quickly cool it down.
It only took about ten minutes from the time the carriage entered the car to the time it stopped, and a wall seemed to have taken shape. As for whether it was strong or not, God only knows.
Soon, the three of them saw their junior brother Rivendell.
Rivendell waved to the three of them and came over enthusiastically: "Thank you for your hard work, three senior brothers, leave it to us. You have to withdraw and rest for three days. The battle still has to be fought. I am busy with military affairs here, so I won't
Talk more."
"Okay, I'll leave everything to you." Uther nodded.
"Ah, I'm a little envious of Junior Brother Rivendell!" Saidan showed a slightly envious expression.
"We are agents of the Holy Light who believe in the Holy Light and punish evil. We don't need those illusions." Uther's heart is still very pure.
Rivendell is in the spotlight and has long been recognized as a first-line star in the Alliance. His attitude also makes people feel like they are in a refreshing mood, and he does not overwhelm others with his status as an Alliance general or earl.
This made the three Paladin brothers very comfortable.
Rivendell is indeed very busy. Intelligence shows that at least one million undead will arrive in the next 24 hours. He needs to complete the deployment as soon as possible.
Alsace followed him, absorbing water like a sponge, trying to learn military knowledge.
At this moment, most people in the military meeting room of Andorhal Fortress had solemn expressions.
As the gryphon knights conduct desperate reconnaissance, more and more intelligence is gathered, and more and more chess pieces are placed on the military sand table.
Seeing the five human swordsman chess pieces guarding the front line surrounded by more than a hundred vivid zombie-type zombie chess pieces, Kalia felt heartbroken.
Her new master, Alonsos Faol, raised his hand gently, and a burst of soft golden light lit up, giving her a warm feeling.
"Are you afraid? My child!" Alonsus smiled kindly.
"Afraid." Kalia nodded first, looked at McDonald who was busy, and then shook her head: "But I'm not afraid now."
"Believe in him. He is the kind of hero who can bring about miracles."
"A hero...?" For some reason, Kalia always felt that McDonald's as an adult could not match up with the naughty and troublesome pervert in her memory.
"People change. I didn't think much of him before. But after experiencing life and death, he seems to have changed. He thinks a lot and tries to prepare everything. This is both an advantage and a disadvantage."
"shortcoming?"
"That's right! That kid has the future of tens of millions of lives in the entire alliance on his shoulders. It's too hard for him. But other than him, I don't see anyone who can do it better than him."
"Yes! Believe in him, please believe until the end!"
"Um."
McDonald's took the initiative to sell the two idiots, and he was the one who put the most pressure on him. If he turned the fake sale into a real one, conspiracy theories would inevitably be overwhelming after the overturn.
How about killing the former prince, marrying the former princess, desecrating the royal bloodline of Menethil, etc.!
Even though the great nobles rebelled against the royal family, the people still followed the example of the Menethil royal family and felt that there was some grievance.
