The body of the ghoul became huge, more than three meters tall. The body that was originally just a skeleton grew thick bone plates, covering the whole body like a layer of armor. Their claws shone with a metallic cold light.
It makes people shudder.
Is this still a ghoul? Sylvanas was heartbroken when she saw it, but her fearful and innocent eyes, like those of a small animal, were still the same as before.
The abominations used by the Scourge Legion to attack fortresses are covered with thick grease, and they have learned magic and can protect themselves with magic shields. The death knights, gargoyles, necromancers and other units have also changed drastically.
"Anub'arak, what is going on?" Sylvanas asked the crypt lord. In her opinion, Kel'Thuzad was cunning and would not tell the truth. Anub'arak looked simple-minded at first glance.
It's easy for a guy to tell the truth.
"This is evolution and mutation." Anub'arak shook his head and said: "Our Scourge Legion has made great sacrifices and finally allowed the tribe to evolve, just like you high elves, your waist is getting thinner and your eyes are getting bigger and bigger.
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Damn evolution and mutation, how could Sylvanas believe such nonsense.
Speaking of the life-and-death battle with the Burning Legion, Arthas, as the leader, never showed up, and his Frostmourne also didn't appear on the battlefield. It was obvious that there were some conspiracies behind the scenes.
Kel'Thuzad looked at the new generation of Scourge soldiers and asked, "Sylvanas, how do our soldiers compare to the Burning Legion?"
Sylvanas pondered for a moment and shook her head: "I still can't beat him."
Kel'Thuzad nodded: "Yes, our soldiers are still not as good as the Burning Legion, but evolution and mutation are endless. This is just one model. There will be second models, third models, etc. in the future. Evolution will never happen."
There is no end, the Scourge will definitely trample the Burning Legion under their feet, let's start fighting, Sylvanas."
Archimonde did not attend the battle in person and had been sitting in the rear of Dalaran.
The latest battle reports are constantly being sent in. Looking at the impressive record of the Burning Legion, hundreds of thousands or even millions of natural disaster soldiers can be eliminated every day. The results are so brilliant.
Archimonde was so proud that he felt that he no longer had to take action in person, and could only wait for Frostmourne to be delivered to him.
The war lasted for nearly a month, and Archimonde felt something was wrong. How many soldiers did the Scourge have? They had wiped out more than 20 million soldiers in this month. Why hadn't the war ended yet?
Although Lordaeron is the most powerful kingdom in mankind, its population is only a few million. Even if they all become soldiers of the Scourge, this number will not be enough.
The Burning Legion's military orders are extremely strict, and Archimonde believes that the generals on the front line do not dare to falsely report military information.
At the beginning of the battle, the Burning Legion's damage was in single digits. However, after more than twenty days, there were thousands of casualties every day. This was a very terrifying number.
With doubts in his heart, Archimonde decided to go to the front line to see for himself.
Archimonde walked out of the legion portal and was shocked when he saw Maronos coming to greet him.
Maronos is a huge abyss lord. Now he is so skinny that he looks like an undead creature, with huge dark circles under his eyes, sunken eye sockets, a haggard face, and a lack of energy.
"Lord Archimonde, you are finally here." Maronos hugged Archimonde's thigh and cried bitterly.
"What happened? How did you become like this?" Archimonde asked in surprise.
"I haven't slept for a month, fighting, fighting, non-stop, never-ending, endless."
Maronos wiped his tears and cried miserably. Suddenly, a lump of earth bulged out from the nearby ground, and a large group of ghouls crawled out, screaming and rushing toward Maronos.
"It's coming again, it's coming again, I really can't stand it anymore."
Maronos raised his claws and smashed the group of overestimated ghouls. Then, another magical light flashed, and dozens of abominations were teleported to the nearby open space, waving chains and facing Akko.
Mondstadt and Maronos attack.
Archimonde stretched out his right hand and shook it gently, turning dozens of abominations into ashes.
"Maronos, don't worry, leave it to me to command now and let the Scourge tremble in front of me."
At this time, it happened that Sylvanas and Kel'Thuzad commanded a new generation of undead soldiers to fight against the Burning Legion. The Burning Legion was already exhausted. Many legion soldiers were beating and fell to the ground and could not get up again.
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The combat effectiveness of the new generation of undead soldiers is quite good, and they were finally able to stabilize the front and prevent them from being wiped out by the legion in a single encounter. Archimonde came to the battlefield, his huge body standing tall, the fire of evil energy burning, far away
They could be seen from afar, which gave the legionnaires a huge morale boost, and they quickly advanced a lot.
"Where is Arthas?" Archimonde asked loudly. He had no intention of arguing with a group of cannon fodder. He wanted to capture the thief first. As long as Alsace was captured, no matter how many natural disaster soldiers he had, they would be useless.
Maronos quickly replied: "Alsace has never appeared. The generals of the Scourge have taken turns to fight. Now it is Sylvanas and Kel'Thuzad."
"They're just two little shrimps. Let's do some surgery on them first and teach the Scourge a lesson."
Archimonde's eyes swept over the battlefield, and he soon saw Sylvanas, who was in military uniform and with a curvy figure, and Kel'Thuzad, who was wearing a black robe. The two stood on a high slope and commanded.
Sylvanas has a serious face, constantly giving orders, occasionally yelling, and has a very hot temper.
Kel'Thuzad lowered his head and said nothing, sketching on the paper, calculating the combat effectiveness of the new generation of Scourge soldiers.
Archimonde was about to take action himself, but was stopped by Maronos.
"Lord Archimonde, in the past month, I have gathered elite troops many times in an attempt to capture their leader, but all failed. The Scourge Legion has superb camouflage magic, and what we saw was actually an illusion."
"Illusion, what illusion can hide from my eyes?" Archimonde didn't believe it. He carefully looked at the two people on the hillside and didn't see any flaws.
"It's really an illusion, sir." Maronos was worried that Archimonde would embarrass himself if his attack failed, so he tried his best to stop him: "Sir, I guarantee with my life that this Scourge Legion is not simple."
Archimonde frowned deeply after hearing this, and then smiled: "Interesting, it is indeed the power of death I want. It seems that Arthas has found a way to use the power of death, and I am becoming more and more interested.
This is just the strength I need."
"Sir, what should we do now? Our soldiers are too tired and will fall down at any time." Maronos asked.
Archimonde hesitated for a moment, and there was nothing he could do about this situation.
"Temporarily retreat and return to Dalaran. We only need to unfold the legion's magic shield. The Scourge Legion can't do anything to us. The soldiers can also take care of themselves. We, the Burning Legion, have destroyed countless worlds, not with the power of an ordinary person.
It seems I have to ask for help again, it’s really embarrassing.” Archimonde looked melancholy.
Maronos breathed a sigh of relief. He had been waiting for this order for a long time, but retreats rarely occurred during legion operations. Maronos did not dare to make any arbitrary decisions. (To be continued)