Traveling through World of Warcraft

The commander standing in front of the Forgotten troops, his eyes cold and firm, holding the long sword tightly in his hand, shouted loudly: "Push up the meat grinder and prepare for battle!" His voice echoed in the empty battlefield, making people feel an invisible pressure.

The Forsaken heard the commander's order and immediately took action. They pushed the meat grinder and slowly moved forward. The huge blades on the meat grinder flashed coldly in the sun, making people shudder.

The commander continued to shout: "Warriors in front, archers behind, ready to release the plague!" His voice was full of majesty and determination. Upon hearing the order, the warriors immediately lined up in neat rows and marched towards the enemy. Their steps were firm and powerful, and the weapons in their hands flashed coldly. The archers stood behind the warriors, pulled the bowstrings, and prepared to fire a deadly rain of arrows.

The commander finally shouted: "Remember, kill all the dwarves when they come out, leaving no one alive!" His voice was filled with hatred and anger. The Forsaken heard the order and shouted in unison: "For the Queen!" Their voices echoed on the battlefield, making people feel an incomparable sense of tragedy.

Behind the Forsaken troops, a huge catapult slowly moved forward. The catapult was loaded with burning oil barrels, and once launched, it would bring great disaster to the enemy.

Following the commander's order, the catapult was launched. The burning oil barrel drew a beautiful arc in the air and then landed accurately on the enemy's position. Suddenly, flames shot up into the sky and the enemy's screams resounded through the sky.

Seeing this, the Forsaken were greatly encouraged. They shouted, "For the Queen!" and charged towards the enemy.

The Forsaken troops besieged the dwarves in the valley. The dwarves tried to find a way out, but found themselves surrounded by the plague. Fear spread in the hearts of the dwarves, and they began to flee in all directions.

However, when they escaped outside, they found that the Forsaken warriors and archers had been waiting there for a long time. The archers were hiding in the woods and were ready to attack. With the commander's order, the archers fired thousands of arrows and killed the dwarves one by one.

The Forsaken warriors rushed towards the struggling dwarves with weapons in hand, killing them mercilessly without mercy, leaving no one alive.

After the battle, the Forsaken troops began to clean up the battlefield. They piled up the dwarfs' bodies and set them on fire. Thick black smoke rose into the sky, as if announcing the Forsaken's victory to the world.

In this battle, the Forsaken troops showed strong combat capability and ruthless attitude. They proved to the world with practical actions that the Forsaken were invincible.

The Forsaken troops besieged the dwarves in the valley, and the dwarves were horrified to find themselves surrounded by the plague. In desperation, they began to flee in all directions, while making shrill screams.

When the dwarves fled outside, they found that the Forsaken warriors and archers were already waiting for them.

The archers hid in the woods and quietly aimed at the target. With the commander's order, countless sharp arrows were shot at the dwarves like a rainstorm, and the dwarves fell to the ground one after another.

The Forsaken warriors brandished their weapons and rushed towards the struggling dwarves, mercilessly killing them one by one without leaving a single one alive.

Chen Yu rode on a tall warhorse, with a dark mass of Forsaken troops behind him like a tide.

They marched in neat and heavy steps, their armor and weapons colliding with each other, making a chilling clanging sound. The surging momentum seemed to be able to crush everything that stood in their way.

The army approached Nanhai Town like a dark cloud, blocking out the sky and the sun. The people of Nanhai Town looked into the distance in horror, only to see the endless darkness slowly approaching on the horizon, like a black mountain that was about to collapse.

Fear spread in people's hearts, their faces turned pale, their eyes widened, and they were shocked by this terrifying scene that they had never seen before.

Chen Yu's eyes were cold and firm as he glanced at Nanhai Town ahead, as if announcing that an inevitable storm was about to come.

The Forsaken troops exude the smell of death and decay. They are silent and cold, like a group of messengers from hell, approaching this once peaceful town with a mission of destruction, shrouding the entire Nanhai Town in a haze of despair.

In the tense and panicked atmosphere, Redpath shouted to Marebu with a serious expression:

"Ma Leibu, you must immediately command the militia and lead the residents of Nanhai Town to evacuate along the sea route. Our ship has already docked at the pier!"

Ma Leibu's eyes widened, and he asked in astonishment, "What about you, Sheriff?"

With a sharp "swish" sound, Redpath drew out the sword that was flashing with cold light without hesitation, and at the same time tightly grasped the sturdy shield with his right hand.

His voice was firm and resolute: "I will buy you some time and let you leave Nanhai Town as soon as possible."

Marebu wanted to say something else but was interrupted by Redpath.

Redpath looked around at the soldiers and shouted:

"Brothers, the time has come to defend our homeland! Behind us are our homes, our wives and children! But the Forsaken are trying to drive us out of this land we love. Can you agree?"

"No, no!" The soldiers were so excited that they shouted in unison. The sound was deafening and seemed to break through the sky.

Redpath raised his sword high and shouted, "Very good, everyone prepare to fight, for the Alliance!"

"For the Alliance!" The soldiers shouted in unison again, their eyes full of determination and resoluteness.

At this moment, the sunlight shone on their armor and weapons, reflecting a dazzling light. They stood closely together, forming an indestructible line of defense, like a steel fortress guarding their home.

In the distance, the people of Nanhai Town, under the organization of the militia, hurriedly and orderly ran towards the dock. Women held their children in their arms, and the elderly supported each other. Everyone's face was filled with fear and reluctance, but they knew that they had to escape as soon as possible, and these brave soldiers were their last hope.

The sea breeze howled, ruffling the soldiers' hair and clothes, but they stood upright, waiting for the upcoming brutal battle.

In the camp of the Forsaken army, the atmosphere was tense and solemn. A Forsaken scout came running in haste, knelt on one knee, and shouted anxiously: "Report, sir! Alliance gunboats are approaching along the coast!"

Chen Yu stood on a high place, a sinister look flashed across his stern face, and his eyes instantly became as sharp as a hawk. Without the slightest hesitation, he waved his right hand fiercely and ordered loudly: "Send out the Forsaken fleet to prevent them from landing!"

Upon hearing this, the scout immediately stood up, turned around, and left as fast as the wind. His figure shuttled through the camp, raising a light cloud of dust.

On the other side of the camp, the Forgotten Fleet quickly took action after receiving the order. One after another, the warships with unique shapes and a smell of decay began to set sail, and the sails were blown by the wind. The black flags fluttered in the wind, as if announcing the coming of a fierce battle.

The warship split the waves and rushed towards the Alliance gunboat. The sea surface was covered with layers of white foam, and the ship swayed with the waves, but the Forsaken warriors stood firmly on the ship, holding weapons, with grim faces and a firm killing intent in their eyes.

In the sky, the gloomy clouds seemed to sense the tense atmosphere and moved slowly, as if overlooking the sea that was about to be ignited by the flames of war. The sea breeze whistled, blowing over the warships and soldiers, carrying a sense of urgency that a conflict was about to break out.