Chapter 269 The Burning Mount Haigal (2)

"First, the third team retreated!"

"Mortar brigade, firepower suppress!"

"Second, the fifth team will take over!"

At the forefront of the human defense line in Mount Hygar, Duke Leorick waved the sword of the Grand Marshal to perform a fierce slash, and cut off the two ghouls who rushed forward frantically in the half with one sword, calmly and calmly ordered.

With the mortar making a loud noise, thousands of shells fell straight into the natural disaster army with the anger and hatred of the gunners. This time, the firepower volley intended to intercept, instantly cut off the undead army in the middle of his body in half, clearing out a blank area covered with blood and blood.

The soldiers of the 7th Legion, who had been through many battles, quickly completed the defense change with this short-term military vacuum. The soldiers on the front line retreated for a little rest, while the reserve team rushed forward without hesitation, holding back the walking zombies that were rushing forward again...

A circle of sacred flames composed of the pure power of holy light gushed out from the tough but thin body of this heroic paladin, instantly turning a large area of ​​land near the Duke into a sacred land. The natural disaster spirits swarmed forward were purified by the power of holy light and howled in pain until they were burned to ashes by the holy flames and dispersed with the wind...

Paladins’ signature skill for purifying evil and killing a large scale - dedication!

The strength of hero-level masters is undoubtedly.

With the outbreak of Duke Leorick, this release time was just right. The powerful dedication purified at least dozens of the Walking Deads of the Scourge and ended their filthy and tragic fate.

However, compared with the number of the army of the dead, the result of killing dozens of undead is just a drop in the ocean. In front of the overwhelming sea of ​​undead, even a wave cannot be turned up...

Not enough!

Duke Leorick, with a solemn expression, felt a little bitter in his heart. He had experienced hundreds of battles, fought with powerful orcs, fought with amazing recovery trolls, and fought with cruel and fierce ogres...

However, no hostile force has ever brought him such great pressure now.

The individual combat effectiveness of the Undead Natural Scourge is not strong, or the combat effectiveness of the undead cannon fodder who are obviously sent to die is not strong. It is even said that as long as a farmer with enough courage can kill them with a hoe and a pitchfork, he can win the battle in a one-on-one battle...

But... now it is these undead cannon fodder with low combat power, which has brought huge casualties to the elites of the battle-hardened Seventh Legion.

The Battle of Mount Haigal was only one morning, and 3,000 warriors of the Seventh Legion had already withdrawn from the battle sequence. The Fourth Regiment, which was at the forefront of the defense line, was almost wiped out, and only dozens of warriors who were severely injured survived!

That is an elite team that has participated in the tragic World War II and has fought cruel hand-to-hand battles with the orcs under the Black Stone Tower!

But now it is such a team of thousands of people with great military achievements. One morning, they were surrounded and killed by these hateful and stinking undead cannon fodders, and even suffered heavy losses that they were almost cancelled...

This is just a casualty from the Seventh Legion warriors. The warriors of other coalition races are only a lot more than those of the elite Seventh Legion!

There is no other reason here... These walking dead who have no fear and ignore pain have only one overwhelming advantage:

quantity!

Amazing number!

There are many people all over the mountains and fields!

Even a hero-level master cannot turn the world with one person's power in the face of this uncounted natural disaster...

The strong have a great role in the battlefield, but this kind of strength depends to some extent on the support of the soldiers behind them. "Otherwise, even on the battlefield where swords and swords are blind, even if you are a hero-level master, you are afraid that your final fate will be just to die in the battlefield.

Azeroth is a world where strength is paramount, but even an extremely powerful individual exists, they still cannot resist the huge number of humble creatures as large as the sea. When the overwhelming enemies come, even the most powerful hero will have the moment when his power is gradually exhausted...

Otherwise, Grom Hellscream, who is enough to stand out in his battle axe, would not have lost his life in front of the Dark Gate; Archmond, who turned the magic kingdom Dalaran into sand in one breath, could kill Shanghai Gal Mountain alone...

If this were the case, the world would have been destroyed ten thousand years ago.

Think about it, how did Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction fall, which was so amazing that he looked down on the world...

Moreover, as the battle progressed, Duke Leorick, who was the commander of the Seventh Legion and was responsible for commanding the battle situation on the League’s defense line, had to face up to a more serious problem: physical strength!

Relying on the tireless nature of the undead creature and the surging numerical advantage of the sea, the commander of the Burning Legion on the opposite side used the most brainless and direct tactics to launch a series of attacks on the defense line in a frantically desperate manner, wave after wave without any interruption.

After a fierce battle for a morning, let alone the shadow of the demon, even the elite undead such as hatred, crypt demons, and banshees in the information provided by the Taurus did not appear. All the sights were the lowest-level cannon fodder such as ghouls, skeletons, and brainless zombies.

The commander of the Burning Legion clearly used these almost countless undead cannon fodder to consume all the arrows and ammunition of the coalition forces, exhaust the soldiers' physical strength, and exhaust the warriors' blood...

But the undead cannon fodder that unexpectedly lost gave the devil such confidence!

This is not a conspiracy, it is a conspiracy that relies on a better military force and is carried out...

Duke Leorick has no other way except to take the call!

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On the left wing of the Seventh Legion, the Night Elf Watchmen, the Wild Boar Man and the Bear Monster Warriors resisted the Burning Legion's advancement.

However, compared with the Seventh Legion, which cooperates with a tacit understanding and has strong combat power, this coalition of three tribes is responsible for guarding the flanks of the defense line, and does not face the main force of the undead...

"put!"

The moon blade in Mavie's shadow singer suddenly swung down, and a short and powerful syllable spit out from his mouth under the mask!

"Swoosh..."

The hunters of the Watchmen's troops suddenly let go of the bowstrings in their hands. The next second, tens of thousands of sharp arrows passed through the sky. The screaming sound of piercing through the space and the trembling buzzing of the bowstrings made people's eardrums ached faintly.

Arrows with natural power, formed a wave of death arrows for the undead, which drew a graceful arc in the sky and landed accurately on the undead natural disasters that the Burning Legion rushed on the front line. In front of the alliance's defense line, the undead who were pierced into hedgehogs by arrows fell down in pieces. And the undead who survived the rain of arrows roared and smashed the arrows embedded in their bodies with weapons, and continued to charge forward.

On a small earth slope beside the Hunter Legion, more than a dozen bird-winged crossbows that walked into reality from ancient legends were being controlled by the watchmen to launch a sharp moon blade.

The unique force techniques of the Bird Winged Crossbow and the special structure of the Moon Blade allow these battlefield killers not to shoot directly like ordinary crossbows, but to shoot out in a unique arc, like a boomerang, forming a fan-like attack surface.

These crossbows designed for Hellfire have powerful power, and are even enough to pierce the Hellfire armor on the Abyss Lord. Now they are used to deal with these low-level undead cannon fodder. Although some are useless in the form of being used, the effect is absolutely as sharp as cutting melons and vegetables! Any undead natural disasters that appear within the range of the moon blade's shooting revolving will be cut into pieces like cutting wheat, cut into pieces, and the effect will be brilliant!

Eight ancient war trees that followed the team fell heavily on the heads of the undead that were still charging. Then, the undead army formation in that area would create a collapsed depression, which could be immediately compensated.

Amid the long sound of horns, the wild boar man and the bear monster warriors who are better at melee battles. These two indigenous warriors of Kalimdo have formed a dense formation with the sound of drums, standing in front of the team and strangling the walking dead who rushed to the defense line with the rain of arrows.

Although the bear monster warriors do not wear any armor, their protective power is not low with thick skin and flesh. The tough fur is the best armor for them. They are strong, brave and good at fighting, and their brute force is amazing. The fighting power of the bear monster warriors is also good. After paying the price of thousands of casualties, the undead corpses piled up in front of the bear monster warriors seemed to be about to jump over the height of the bear monster warriors...

Beside them, the wild boar people who regained their free identity and were aroused by Lao Tang and were also extremely brave. Almost all the wild boar people fought bloodyly with the walking corpses of the undead natural disaster. The wild boar people who were aroused were even severely injured and dying, and even dragged a few undead to cushion themselves.

The bloodiness of the wild boars in this naval battle is worthy of their descendants of Agamagan!

Among the warriors of these two clans, the most outstanding performance and the fiercest ones who fought were undoubtedly the Wild Boar Man's martial arts skills and the tall bear monster warrior Usal beside him!

Waving the steel back of the flail, he easily dismembered the ghouls who besieged him; and the bear monster warrior Usal's thick giant palms were even more powerful, shattering the heads of countless undead...

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"It's still the same as ten thousand years ago. I don't have any tactics and only know how to attack. I force myself to break through with the advantage of numericality." The two star eyes behind Mavi Yingge's mask flashed with a sarcastic gloss. I commented on the tactics of the Burning Legion with disdain: "Hmph, the commander of the Burning Legion is still as brainless as ten thousand years ago!"

Even though the Watchman Mavie has spent tens of thousands of years of spring, autumn, winter and summer, her life is far superior to Duke Leorick, but as a prison officer, although she is a strong man and has participated in many battles, she is not a general after all.

Not to mention that compared with his younger brother who had an incomparable command ability, even Duke Leorick's keen sense of smell and vision of the battle situation, Ramaway had several streets. When the Duke was worried about the next battle situation, Mawei Yingge did not find the hidden dangers, and still showed her own disdain for the commander of the Burning Legion.

After all, the tactical eyes were still ten thousand years ago, not the demon of the Burning Legion, but herself...

However, he was disdainful and disdainful. Mavi, who saw the first round of attacks on the undead natural disaster, was not excited at all.

The natural disasters they killed were only a small part of the total number of the Burning Legion. The subsequent war will undoubtedly be very tragic, not to mention that those truly powerful demons and undead have not yet waited for the scene...

Perhaps, in this war, she and her subordinates might all die...

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"The next formation, continue to attack!"

Lei Ji* Donghan, who was far away in the center of the undead army, waved his pale and terrifying bone claws downwards and gave a cold order.

And the next second, another endless stream of walking zombies roared towards the distant human defense line.

Even though they knew they had become consumables, the undead still faithfully executed their orders and launched a charge persistently.

These low-level undead have no ability to resist the orders of the lich, or have no sense of disobeying the orders. They are like puppets. With the command of the advanced undead, their "plot" is destined to rush forward to tear the creatures to pieces, devour their flesh and blood, or be chopped into two pieces by the resisting creatures and chopped into pieces...

The tragic fate of these low-level undead cannot touch the cold-faced Lei Ji* Donghan.

mercy?

That weak emotion had long since disappeared with his conscience on the day he successfully transformed into a lich. What's more, Leki Donghan never regarded those brainless, lowly, dirty walking zombies as their kind.

He is high above and controls the lichs who are low-level undead and are powerful to seize power!

Holding a book of magic that was filled with human skin as paper, the whole body was rendered into black by the undead magic attached to it. Lei Ji Donghan had no mood in his heart. He was just carefully calculating the interval and maximum distance between the Alliance's mortar launch and the human mages casting, preparing for the next real attack.

On the battlefield ahead, the dead souls piled up into small hills, and the viscous and rotten liquid as oil slid quietly along the gaps of the corpse, slowly gathering together, flowing along the uneven ground.

In one morning, the coalition forces paid a heavy price to block the Burning Legion's advance, but the corpses left by the undead natural disaster were also piled up like sand and blood flowed into a river. However, this loss was not in the eyes of Lei Ji Donghan and the demon bosses behind him.

The impact of the Sea of ​​Undead is just the beginning, and the real offensive of the Burning Legion is far from beginning!

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"Humiliating Lich, I brought the orders of Lord Polluter!"

Just as Reki Donghan was thinking about the next battle plan, a rebellious voice sounded in the Lich's ears, and a terrifying demon king had already appeared beside him without realizing it. His voice was wanton and rampant, and his attitude was arrogant and rude, just as if he treated Lich Reki Donghan as a dog he raised.

Like most demons, his head has two spiral-shaped, slightly curved sharp corners, and his pupils are demon-like green, which looks like two lit fireflies. His green eyes show cruelty and coldness that makes people shudder.

Two scar-like black patterns on the inside of the bridge of the nose extend from the inside of the eye to the chin, adding a bit of ferociousness to his pale face, which is as dark as the sunlight for many years. He is wearing plate armor, with a black background and ochre yellow edges and patterns, shoulder armor, chest and leg armor, wrist guards inlaid with small magic stones. At the joints of the two demon wings on his back, two inverted hooked bone claws are unmatched.

Fear Demon King, Annatheron!

Before Archmond arrived, he had been waiting in the twisted void, acting as a messenger between Archmond and Tikdios, and was also one of the fear demon kings who assisted Archmond to monitor the Lich King. Originally, he was the personal bodyguard of Archmond, but he did not take over the natural disaster of the undead until he set out to the Fewood Forest to secretly create pollution. Now, after learning about the fall of Tikdios, Annatheron had already sat on the throne of the leader of the Fear Demon King clan with the support of Almond!

"Rayki* Donghan will follow your instructions and always serve you, sir!"

The lich who had just looked down at the undead cannon fodder with a high look, now he bent down deeply and respectfully saluted the Demon King of Fear.

The filth and suspicion between the Burning Legion and the Undead Scourge will not be a secret at the top of both sides.
To be continued...