Azeroth’s Death Track

The front line is already at war, and it's time for us to start too.

At the entrance from the middle of the wetland to the Wildhammer Highlands, Danas Trollbane took out a mottled pocket watch from his armor belt and looked at the time. This new Lord of Death seemed reluctant to part with the blood in his hands. Wine, after hesitating for a moment, he drank the wine brewed with many kinds of raw materials.

A scarlet liquid flowed down his mouth. This special liquid that the living could not drink made the undead look a little drunk. He shook his head, trying to make himself more sober.

And behind him, as the auxiliary commander of this army, Rogelio is looking at Trollbane with a scrutinizing gaze. Even though he knows that the guy in front of him has a brilliant record as a human, but he is now this It looks like it is indeed unreliable no matter how you look at it.

After nearly 7 years of development, the upper echelons of the Dark Blade Legion have their own style. The death lords, even two orcs, follow the internal rules. No matter what the occasion, they will clean up their image. Clean, in fact, with the help of the human ghosts who dwell in the dark temple, each death lord will have several sets of clothes of his own.

And each of them can show a completely different style for high-level undead.

Just like the set of black light armor that Danas is wearing at this time, it belongs to ceremonial armor, and it is lined with a black commander's uniform. No matter if it is a human or an elf, even a rude orc, after wearing this set of black, dotted with After the military uniform with golden fringe and metal coat of arms, it will look very heroic, with a kind of silence and temperament unique to the dead in its solemnity.

But Danas wore this military uniform with a completely different ... taste, but in fact, his unrestrained attire also has a special feeling.

And the other assistant commander was not as polite as Rogelio, he just watched without expressing any opinions. Luminas, who was already in a bad mood, crossed his arms and slanted With eyes closed, he said sarcastically:

Oh, that's great, Tyrion assigned us a drunkard, and he tried to get the old country drunkard to lead us to victory.

Um?

Trollbane glanced back at Luminas, who squinted his eyes and stared back without hesitation. After this awkward staring lasted for a few seconds, Danas turned his head decisively and looked at Luminas. Rogelio.

Is this the order of war within the Dark Blade? How dare lower-level commanders face the majesty of provocative high-level commanders? Or is this actually the tradition of Dark Blade? The next defeats the upper?

Enough! Lumi, don't forget your identity at this time!

Rogelio didn't quite agree with Danas, but he still understood the hidden meaning of Danas's words. The next moment, the elder elf lord turned around and scolded:

Apologize to the Legion Commander! Immediately!

At this moment, Luminas was wronged, but when she saw Rogelio's stern eyes, she knew very well that no one would speak for her this time.

At the top of Dark Blade, Rogelio is the most trusted person in the elf faction by Tyrion. The fighting friendship between them has been maintained for a long time before death, and Rogge has not failed Tyrion's trust. , He is very low-key on weekdays, but he often conducts some secret operations that will not be known to the public, and Luminas is very clear that Rogge has always been a strict order maintenance faction, and he hates any form of division.

And Luminas acquiesced to Nasa's plan, which in his opinion was a kind of disloyalty.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Luminas gritted her teeth, lowered her head, and leaned slightly towards Danas:

Sorry, Legion Commander!

Well, forget it, it's not a big deal.

Danas seemed very easy-going, he waved his hand casually, and then focused on the wine-stained map on the table. After looking at it for a few seconds, he turned his head and said to Luminas:

The elite Hellfire regiment was commanded by you before?

Of course! That's a powerful army that I created with my own hands. We have defeated the demon army head-on!

Luminas straightened her body triumphantly, but the next moment, Danas shrugged:

Fine, but it's mine now.

you!!!

Luminas clenched her fists subconsciously, but before she could say anything, Danas' tone became serious:

Battle order!

yes!

The two death lords subconsciously stood up straight, and Danas pointed his fingers on the map:

Order, the Skeleton Dragon Squad is on standby here. Hellfire, Siege Fighters and I will move together and reach the central plain of Wildhammer Heights within 30 minutes!

Order, the siege squadron will start building an artillery line to bombard the Wildhammer town after arriving at the position, and it will be completed within 15 minutes!

Order, after 60 minutes, the Skeleton Dragon Squad will take off, head straight to the Ruby Holy Land, and destroy all the red dragon eggs that are hatching there!

The three orders were issued, and Rogelio had no doubts. He waved his hand, and the high-ranking knights standing near the army formation immediately dispersed. Entrance, head towards Wildhammer Heights.

Only Luminas, who was ordered to stay where she was, was a little dazed. When she saw Danas riding on the skeleton horse and was about to leave, she rushed forward a few steps and grabbed Danas' rein. She lowered her voice, questioned:

I know you don't like me, and I think you too, but there is no need to retaliate like this? The red dragon must already be in the human position. If we and my skeleton dragons don't go with you, who will come? block them in the sky?

Are you questioning my ability to command, Miss Luminas?

Danas looked down at Luminas calmly, and said softly:

If you want to know why I have arranged this, then I will take a few minutes to tell you.

I have no intention of wasting time in frontal battles with humans. I want to use the superior firepower of the siege regiment to directly destroy their towns and lines. As for you and your alliance, when you attack the Ruby Holy Land, If the red dragons were sensible, they wouldn't be so keen on attacking us, and when those big lizards leave the battlefield, it's time for us to break through all the obstacles in Wildhammer Heights.

Luminas widened her eyes, she subconsciously asked:

There are nearly a hundred red dragons in the Ruby Holy Land, but I only have less than 70 skeleton dragons...Once under siege, my alliance will be in danger of being destroyed! And I didn't hear that I have support! Isn't that Are you retaliating?

Luminas' rhetorical question made Danas sneer. This was the first time the human lord showed a truly mocking smile. He looked at Luminas, and there was an absolute coldness in those blue eyes:

This is not revenge, this is my chance for you! Lord Yangscar, please remember, war is war, don't mix too many personal feelings, you only need to persist in the Ruby Holy Land for 25-30 minutes, and you can catch up. Come join us in the mountains north of the Wildhammer Highlands.

In addition, Tyrion seems to have indulged you too much, so that you have forgotten the duty of a soldier. Sacrifice... Without sacrifice, how can there be victory? You said that you have fought against the demon army, so maybe, at that time, you still A good soldier, as for now...you have to prove yourself to me, Luminas Sunscar, I'm not the same as Tyrion who is nostalgic, I will only give you once when it comes to matters related to war Chance!

If you don't accept it, then go back to Tyrion. In fact, I don't need your alliance. I can win this battle, it's just a little more sacrifice.

Danas raised the reins, and the skeleton warhorse carried the general forward at a fast pace. Behind him, Luminas stood still. After a few seconds, she shouted loudly:

I need explosives and techs! Lots of them!

Danas didn't answer, but just raised his hand, which represented his attitude of consent, and in the eyes of the human general, a trace of satisfaction flashed.

Very well, not out of my mind...

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Forty-five minutes later, according to the schedule set by Danas, Rogelio's artillery line had been deployed on the central plain of the Wildhammer Heights. They were arranged in a line and placed behind the undead position, while hundreds of meters ahead, the human cavalry phalanx commanded by Marshal Gathelis had already begun to leave the formation.

Look, my old friend is ready to charge his heavy cavalry.

Danas sat on the saddle of the skeleton war horse. He picked up a flagon, took a sip of the cold liquid, and said to Rogelio beside him:

He thought I would fight an old-fashioned war with him...Frankly speaking, I learned something from the communication with Tyrion before. The future war theory he described fascinated me. ...

It's time to bring out the true advantages of the Dark Blade Legion, General Rogge!

yes!

Rogelio straightened his body, and the next moment, Danas' icy voice sounded:

All the heavy artillery is aimed at the human position, and all the shells are poured out in the shortest time!

But those cavalry...

That's not your concern!

With a wave of his hand, Danas interrupted Rogelio's worries. There was no emotion in his blue eyes, like a cold thinking machine:

Do your part, soldier!

Obey!

Rogelio turned and left, while Danas drove his horse forward. The moment he reached the front of the army formation, Marshal Gathelis, who was in command of the heavy cavalry, uttered a roar in the opposite human position. The next moment, occupying The heavy cavalry with superior terrain began to charge.

In the eyes of Danas, all this is so familiar. On the previous battlefield, he also achieved victory in the same way, charging, charging continuously, dividing and annihilating, encircling and suppressing infantry, this is how the alliance has fought in hundreds of years of war. Summed up their own tactics, almost invincible tactics.

But now, it's about to be broken, it's about to be replaced.

What is happening today is just the afterglow, and the age of knights... is coming to an end.

Danas let out a sigh that only he could hear. Amidst the lingering sound, the field cannons of the black iron dwarves roared in unison. Hundreds of scorching bullets made dazzling trajectories in the air. Under the precise calculation of the undead gunners, the landing point of this round of shells almost completely covered the front of the human position and the rear of the knights who started charging.

The projectiles of the artillery were bouncing on the ground, and it seemed as if they could be stopped by stretching out their feet, but they could still easily tear apart the soldiers' bodies, and then exploded, submerging more lives in the pungent gunpowder between.

As for the cavalry, at the moment when Marshal Gathelis gritted his teeth and led the cavalry into the undead formation, the second round of shells once again landed on the already frightened infantry positions. More precise and deadlier.

The heavy cavalry of Marshal Gathelis is still unstoppable. They are like sharp knives, galloping back and forth among the skeleton soldiers of the undead, killing with amazing efficiency. If they are facing any human legion, they will be charged at this time. One party is estimated to have fallen into collapse, but the undead will not.

Danas calmly looked at the pierced and impacted undead army in front of him, those insignificant individuals who were easily overturned and trampled by the horses, without the slightest fear, but still under the command of the high-ranking knights, He desperately used his body to block the charge of the local heavy cavalry.

He is really the soldier that every general dreams of...resolute, brave, never afraid, carry out his orders...

Danas snorted, looking at the heavy cavalry who were slowly losing speed surrounded by the undead, soon his eyes fell on the sky, in the distant sky, huge red monsters had already Appeared with flapping wings.

On the ground, Marshal Gathelis, who was trapped by the undead, looked back. Under the crazy bombardment of the undead, his own formation...has fallen into collapse, watching the panicked infantry Looking for cover, the marshal's eyes shone with strong unwillingness, but whether he was willing to admit it or not, he had already lost half of this defensive battle due to the overwhelming firepower of the undead.

The dragon fights with us! We will not lose!

The marshal cut down the undead that prevented the horses from breaking through with a sword. He loudly boosted morale, and behind the undead army, with Rogelio's arm waving, the heavy sun cannons were slowly turned to attack the soldiers. Aiming at the sky, on the other side of the high ground, outside the empty ruby ​​holy land, Luminas stared coldly at the red earth below. Behind the giant skeleton dragons behind her, every bone dragon , all carrying a lot of explosives, as well as some of the Dark Iron Dwarves' explosives technicians.

I'll give you 10 minutes!

Luminas' voice rang in the ears of every undead gunpowder technician:

Place these explosives at every key point in the Ruby Sanctuary! I'll clear the airspace for you... Remember, you only have 10 minutes!

Those who are left behind, prepare in advance to dedicate themselves to the victory of Dark Blade.