Rise of the blood elves

Almost as soon as the neighing sound sounded, Angmar instantly realized that it was the cry of a gargoyle.

"Gargoyle"

"Air Raid"

"Watch the air"

Several warnings, either purely based on human voice or enhanced by magic, sounded throughout the front line at the same time.

But before the soldiers could react, countless gargoyles emerged from the morning mist that had condensed into a ball at dawn in early spring and "buttoned" over the forest, one after another, completely covering the sky.The flight speed was so fast that it flew over a hundred meters of airspace in an instant and quickly attacked the coalition front.

This kind of psychic creation is extremely good at flying. In terms of flight speed, it is even faster than the most advanced griffin.Don't forget that flying mounts like griffins are usually manned, and they also carry necessary long-range weapons. The load capacity is huge. If they go back and forth, they can't keep up with the speed of the gargoyle.

Fortunately, the Wildhammer Griffins and Quel'Thalas Dragonhawks above the coalition forces had already been prepared and quickly responded to form a line formation to meet the enemy.

When the gargoyle at the front came closer, the rich dance group in the distance was still "spitting" the gargoyle.According to the original investigation, the air power of the natural disaster army was twice that of the coalition forces. Now it seems that this number may be even higher.

Angmar took a quick glance, judged the approximate distance, and then turned the arcane missiles that had been formed to the frontal battlefield, instead of attacking the gargoyles in vain.

The gargoyle flew too high, beyond the range of the spell and out of reach of the ranger's arrows.

In the light and sweet sound, this arcane missile, which was heavily strengthened by the energy of the holy tree essence, crossed the entire battlefield, gathered into the dense rain of spells, and became an existence that was invisible to everyone.

But in the end, when the magic missile hit an abomination with super strong defense, something unexpected happened.

I saw it "drilling" into the hateful belly with a swish.

With no free will and basically zero IQ, Abomination, who only knew that he was ordered to act according to instinct, was still taking clumsy strides, rushing towards the coalition defense line with many undead around him, but suddenly paused, as if he was paralyzed by an electric shock. .

The next second, dazzling purple magic light burst out from every seam of Abomination's body that was stitched together by sutures.A huge amount of arcane energy exploded, exploding it from the inside. Broken pieces of flesh flew into the sky, some with internal organs attached, and it knocked over a dozen nearby ghouls.

All of this happened more than a hundred meters away. If you were closer, you would definitely hear the thick, muffled sound of the explosion.

This is just an inconspicuous achievement. The arrows of long-range troops, the projectiles of muskets, and the intensive pouring of spells by the mage group are harvesting the "life" of the undead every minute and second.

Countless undead fell during the charge. They had no emotions, let alone fear. After entering the range of the coalition forces, they left at least thousands of corpses in just 300 meters of charge, but the latecomers still followed one after another, as if He looked like he would not give up until all the coalition forces were wiped out.

The distance between the two sides has shortened to less than 50 meters.

The human and blood elf priests in the front line, as well as the paladins who mastered sacred spells that were different from ordinary priests but had the same origin as their faith, began to cast blessing spells on the soldiers in the front row.

Blessings of strength,

aura of piety,

Power Word Shield,

Power Word Tenacity

The number of holy spell casters is always limited. If you want to take into account the first row of soldiers who bear the impact first, you must reduce the spell intensity to increase coverage, and select the most cost-effective spell to ensure continuous combat capability.

In just a few seconds, the bodies of the soldiers in the front row were covered with a thin layer of holy light, giving them stronger physical and defensive abilities.

"Shield"

A loud roar came from behind the human line. The heavy infantrymen in the front row, who were all in plate armor, raised their tower shield, which was nearly a person tall, and slammed it onto the ground under their feet. They used all their strength to hold the shield with their shoulders.The same is true for the second row of heavy infantry. The shields are pressed against the comrades in front of them, and then blocked by the row behind them, forming an unbreakable human wall.

The spearmen behind quickly followed up, and the sound of the wooden gun shafts colliding with the shields was endless. Hundreds of sharp spears were placed on the shoulders of the heavy infantry, and the gaps on the upper edges of the shields were specially reserved at the beginning of the forging. Reach out.Within three or five breaths, the human front line turned into a forest of spears with almost no gaps.

Let’s look at the blood elves again

Under the full operation of the energy-supplying mana crystal, the magic runes on the surface of more than a hundred arcane puppets shined. They opened their arms, their arms were hinged together, their legs were arched and their bodies leaned forward, forming an impregnable iron wall.

From between their bodies, dense spears also protruded.

Spells roared and arrows rained down.

Broken limbs flew everywhere, and rotting blood was everywhere.

20 meter

ten meters

"For Lordaeron"

"For Quel'Thalas"

"For Azeroth"

Several shouts erupted from the front of the line.

Liadrin, who stood in front of the Blood Knights, waved the holy sword Quel'Delar, a legendary artifact created by the five-color dragon clan, and danced afterimages in the air.

The blood elves shouted the name of their homeland in unison, and their anger at the destruction of Quel'Thalas exploded at this time.

Tirion Fordring raised the Silver Hand hammer, and the dazzling pillar of holy light penetrated the overcast clouds and crashed down with a huge force, creating an endless storm of holy light at the explosion point.

This first-generation human paladin, who was over fifty years old, had completely transformed into the incarnation of the Holy Light. The gray beard and hair under his helmet were dancing crazily in the strong wind.

Alexandros Mograine shook the Ashbringer with both hands, and the Rezebu crystal purified by the holy light in the center of the terrifying thick straight-edged sword trembled violently, spreading bursts of blazing holy flames.

"boom"

The rancid torrent collided head-on with the steel defense line of the coalition forces

Hundreds of stitched monsters, either covered with sharp arrows or missing limbs due to spell blasts, crashed into the coalition lines.

The spear was broken and the flesh was bloody.

The gargoyles also arrived first, stabbing into the gryphon and dragon eagle troops hovering in mid-air like sharp knives.

As soon as the battle began, it instantly entered a white-hot stage.

No one will retreat, and no one can retreat, because this battle will determine the fate of the northern part of the Eastern Continent

Three to four meters tall and weighing nearly half a ton, the Stitch Monster was unstoppable. Even if its body was pierced by a dense mass of spears, it still forced the human heavy infantry to retreat step by step.

One head, two heads, ten heads

More and more Stitch Monsters hit the back of the dead Stitch Monster. Despite the blessing of the Holy Light, the heavy infantry's front showed signs of collapse.Human beings cannot compete with such powerful creatures of flesh and blood.

The densely packed ghouls climbed onto the Stitch Monster's body and jumped over, falling into the defense line like dumplings. Most of them were pierced through the chest by the spears from the human back row, and turned into hanging bodies. Bodies on spears.

But for these undead who don't know pain at all, carrying out the orders of the Lich King and their master is their highest goal in this life.It doesn't matter if the spear mounted on the shield pierces a hundred ghouls. The heavy infantry has already drawn his dexterous one-handed sword and slashes upwards to kill the passing ghouls.

Weapons will always curl and break, manpower will eventually be exhausted, only flesh and blood is eternal, only natural disasters are eternal. When the sea of ​​the undead sweeps the world, no one can stop it.

The Wildhammer dwarves, who were serving as auxiliary soldiers behind the humans, had already put down their useless muskets, took out the hand axes from their waists, and killed the ghouls that fell into the line.

The same situation happened on the Blood Elf side. The Arcane Puppet was slightly larger than the Stitch Monster, and its power was comparable to the latter. The two sides could be said to be crowded together. This is a true portrayal of the battlefield. If I use one word to describe it, only "Heap" can express the scene at this time.

Row after row of undead followed, squeezing the suture monster in front tightly onto the body of the arcane puppet.The thickest arms of the stitch monster in the front row are of no use. They can only use the thin arms sewn on the neck, back or some other damn place to weakly dance the "small" weapons that can only be used to add head. Cut white marks on the puppet's body.

There is no fancy back and forth between you and me. This battle begins with you charging as if you are afraid of death, and I defending without retreating even half a step. The competition between the two sides is who has more and who is more powerful.

When there are loopholes in one side's formation, the other side will seize the opportunity to take advantage of the ensuing melee and accumulate local advantages to establish victory.

When the ghoul climbed over the "big guy" on both sides who refused to give in, the ranger's reaction speed was fast enough and his shooting was accurate enough.Sharp arrows streaked through the air, almost connecting end to end, one after another, harvesting the ghouls one after another.

At this time, the rangers and human long-range troops in the rear were still using projectiles to kill the following undead.The mage also used indirect spells, trying his best to kill the living power of the undead.

The battle in the air was extremely fierce. Griffins, dragon eagles, and gargoyles were among you, and you were among me. The hammer of the storm was spinning, magic missiles were shooting, beaks were pecking and claws were tearing, and broken feathers and blood clots were "pouring" like a torrential rain. And fall.

From time to time, gargoyles that were so seriously injured that they were unable to fly fell to the ground and turned into hard stone statues. They were then chopped up by the swarming soldiers and turned into lifeless rubble after enduring excessive attacks.

The battle continued, and suddenly, dozens of UFOs broke through the fog, trailing strange green trails across the air, and attacked the coalition's lines.

"Meat Wagon"

Angmar roared and immediately activated the defensive spell.