Rise of the blood elves

Dusk falls and the light dims.

The fire outside the defense line used to defend against the last attack has almost been extinguished. The remaining firelight danced strangely in front of everyone's eyes. The oncoming natural disaster army was like a terrifying ghost from the ghostland, shadowy in the mist. Not real.

There was only a rumbling sound, and the ground was even shaking slightly.

A young herald came to the high slope where Angmar was located and laid out a flag to the friendly forces.His task is to judge the limit of the bow's range from the commanding heights and direct the archers to fire the first salvo.Because the archers stood behind the defense line and had limited vision, it was difficult to judge the exact distance to the enemy.

The main purpose of the first salvo is not to kill the enemy, but to signal that the enemy is within range.Once the command to fire a volley is received, the archers know that the enemy is within range and can later rain down arrows.

"Ready to shoot"

"Ready to shoot"

The junior officers passed down the flag instructions from level to level, and the archers skillfully placed the arrow tail grooves on the bow strings.

The rumbling sound of stampeding was getting louder and closer.The herald waved his flag again.

"draw the bow"

"draw the bow"

After receiving the instructions, the archers pushed with their front hands and pulled with their back hands. The bowstrings made a tense sound, and the sharp arrows pointed far away.At the same time, the mages on the defense line also began to recite incantations and prepare lethal spells.

Suddenly, a hoarse roar echoed across the battlefield, and the oncoming natural disaster army quickly slowed down and stopped just outside the extreme range of the bow and arrow.

The herald hurriedly waved two small flags in circles.

"Give up shooting"

"Quit shooting, damn it"

Angmar saw a natural disaster general on horseback lining up the undead, coming to the front of the formation and stopping to watch for a moment, looking at the few gargoyles left in the air, and then looking back at the mountain where the meat grinder was, seeming quite confused. , why is the alliance defense line not covered with plague and miasma at this time?

He stood still, and the gargoyles began to circle around the position in an orderly manner, as if they had received instructions.

Angmar's heart sank. The natural disaster general was thinking about what happened, investigating the deployment of troops on the defense line, and making corresponding tactical adjustments.

Compared with ordinary armies, the Scourge Legion is really abnormal.Not only do all soldiers do not need to eat, drink, and defecate, eliminating the most arduous part of food and grass supply in logistics; there is also no trouble caused by low morale; the spirit is all connected in the Lich King's spiritual network, and any individual's sensory information can be shared To all companions.

In terms of reconnaissance efficiency, tactical execution speed and intensity, etc., it completely overwhelms the army of the living. The advantage is really too great.

Under the orders of the natural disaster general, the natural disaster army 400 meters away quickly made adjustments. Their movements were not uniform, but they were extremely efficient.Soon, the ghouls in the front row moved to both sides, and thirty or fifty huge suture monsters as big as meat mountains came out from behind.

Moreover, Angmar's elf vision could see clearly. It seemed that another squadron of troops separated from the main force and circled sideways. The speed was extremely fast, raising clouds of flying dust. I am afraid they were cavalry.

After completing a series of adjustments, the natural disaster general returned to the military formation and roared again. The dozens of stitch monsters took the lead and rushed toward the weak points of the defense line with huge steps. The power was so powerful that it shook the ground. Trembling, everyone involuntarily felt fear in their hearts.Other ordinary undead such as ghouls and resurrectors followed closely behind, and the entire army instantly turned into a sharp knife.

The Scourge Legion seems to be using the method of breaking through the surface, concentrating its elite forces to penetrate the alliance's defense line.

"Free fire, aim at the Stitch Monster, free fire!" Angmar couldn't wait for the herald to issue the semaphore command, and shouted with a voice amplified by amplification magic.

"Your Highness, hurry up"

"You stay here to protect him." Before Angmar could finish speaking, the frowning Jaina said to her royal guards.She could tell that Angmar, who was suffering from the aftereffects of the awakening spell, was in poor condition.

Then she contacted the Dalaran mages on the defense line through some means, and everyone teleported to the section of the defense line that was about to be impacted, and started blocking the attack with the archers.For a moment, arrows rained all over the sky, and spells were intensive. They focused on the stitching monsters in the front row.

However, these terrifying flesh and blood creations have extremely strong defenses and are not afraid of shooting at all. Even if their bodies are covered with arrows, they move forward without fear.Finally, maybe some spell or some sharp arrow cut off the leg tendons of the suture monster in the front row, and it finally lost its footing and fell to the ground.

Although the Stitch Monster looks bulky, its charging speed is not slow. It covered half the distance in less than 20 seconds.Their human shield-like bodies blocked all arrows and spells from the friendly forces behind them, and only two or three abominations lost their ability to move.

But as the distance got closer, the lethality of the arrows and spells became more and more intense, and the suture monster's indomitable charge finally slowed down.Jaina successfully summoned a blizzard, and the dense ice picks were packed with power comparable to a hundred-pound bow, and they shot hard at the front row of stitch monsters, killing two of them instantly.

The Stitch Monsters are still advancing, and at this rate of casualties, at least half of them will be left when they reach the front.At that time, they dominate the world, and ordinary soldiers cannot stop them in close combat, not to mention that there are ghouls and resurrectors behind them.

Angmar was extremely anxious. He had traveled through time for 23 years and spent all his time studying spells. He knew nothing about warfare and his understanding of strategies and tactics was only superficial. However, he knew that he could not let these suture monsters break through the front line no matter what.

He looked around. On this high slope with a good view, in every battle, there would be senior officers with commander's responsibilities here to observe the battlefield situation and send out heralds to issue instructions to their subordinates in flags. Today, there was no one because they Basically they are dead.

Damn Scourge Assassin

"Reserves, are there any reserves? Let all the reserves go up." Angmar pulled the herald and ordered loudly.

The herald was shocked. Although it was completely against the regulations to convey an order from an outsider who had no authority to command the troops, he was not stupid. He could see the precarious situation and knew that the order of the blood elf envoy was correct.

At this juncture, it doesn't matter if he is the commander or not. If he can clearly see the battlefield situation and issue correct instructions accordingly, then it is not the commander who is better than the commander and can shoulder the heavy responsibility.

The herald nodded hurriedly and waved the flag to execute the order.

Soon, [-] reserve soldiers piled up on that section of the defense line, and reserves from other sections were also rushing that way.

Not enough, far from enough.

"Let the troops on both sides move as close as possible to that side," Angmar ordered again. The herald continued to wave the small flag, and saw the soldiers on the defense line quickly moving towards that side for reinforcements.

Still not enough.

At this time, there was no time to think about the Scourge Cavalry squadron waiting for an opportunity. Once the defense line of the Scourge Cavalry squadron was broken through by the Stitch Monster, the two sides fell into a fierce battle. With these ill-equipped Alliance soldiers, there was absolutely no possibility of defeating the Scourge.

Angmar glanced at Jaina's royal guards and suddenly realized that these dozen elite warriors were also an elite force that should not be underestimated. He hurriedly said: "Go to support the front line, don't stay here and watch me."

"His Highness's order is to protect you." The captain of the guard shook his head, meaning that we are not going anywhere.

"Oh, you stupid guys"

Soon enough, the remaining 20 or so stitch monsters had arrived at the defense line.Most of them were covered with arrows, and some of them were still burning with flames caused by spells, or were covered with ice lumps, but the thick flesh and blood strengthened by necromancy provided them with strong enough defense, and they finally faced Lin Li's attack. The spear crashed into the defense line.

Nearly ten Stitch Monsters died as a result, but they successfully opened a breakthrough for the large army.The suture monsters that followed strode through the obstructing roadblocks, and ghouls, zombies, and resurrected people wearing broken alliance standard armor swarmed in.

The sight of those "heroic" suture monsters made Angmar tremble with fear. No matter how elite the troops were, no matter how noble their dedication, it would be difficult for them to face death so fearlessly.But the undead who have no independent consciousness at all have no such concerns. Rather than being soldiers of the Scourge Legion, they are more like tools, mindless tools to implement the will of the Lich King, tools that use any means to achieve their goals.

The two sides soon entered a stage of brutal hand-to-hand combat, with a large number of Alliance soldiers dying every minute and every second, but they still stubbornly resisted the advance of the natural disaster.Unable to rush into the breached defense line, the natural disaster troops simply spread out and launched an all-round attack on that section of defense line.

Union soldiers relied on favorable terrain such as roadblocks, fortifications, and trenches to fight back.

Without Angmar's "command", the officers in other sectors also knew that the situation there was critical, leaving only a small number of troops to defend, and rushed to support with the remaining people.

The mages' large-scale destructive spells were very effective, curbing the natural disaster's delusions of expanding its results.The fire and frost spells simulated by arcane magic continuously create walls of fire and ice rain, causing huge damage in areas densely populated with undead.

It seems that the defense line will not fall anytime soon.But Angmar felt deeply uneasy in his heart. Where had the undead cavalry squadron, numbering in the hundreds, gone?

At this time, the disadvantages of losing effective coordination at the command level have been fully exposed. Everyone is acting according to their own instincts. It is difficult for grassroots officers to grasp the overall situation and have no time to take into account the instructions of the flag bearer. They can only make choices based on experience.

Most sectors were reinforcing that section of the defense line, and the number of soldiers left behind was very small.Angmar really wanted the flag bearer to issue a return order, but not to mention whether the officers could pay attention to the flag message on the extremely chaotic battlefield. If they really went back, the breached defense line over there would definitely be blocked due to lack of access to the flag. Effective reinforcements led to a bitter battle.

There are too many undead and too elite.The Alliance's only winning side is those Dalaran mages who possess powerful magical power.

And Angmar couldn't help but look back in the direction of Holy Light Monastery. He didn't know if the chaos caused by the previous spies had subsided. If the priests from the church could quickly come to support, maybe the disadvantage could be reversed. .

His brain was running fast. He could only be a thief for a thousand days, but there was no way to prevent a thief for a thousand days.Since the undead army has concentrated outside that small section of the defense line, instead of spreading the troops to stay in other sections of the defense line, it is better to withdraw them and keep them as reserves. After discovering the undead cavalry unit that is ready to take advantage of the opportunity, then According to the direction of the attack, firefighters quickly entered the battlefield.

Thinking like this, he was about to let the herald give the order when he heard the sound of intensive horse hoofbeats. Angmar followed the sound and saw hundreds of undead cavalry appearing in the southwest, charging at the southwest defense line at a very fast speed. Behind him, It raised flying dust all over the sky and was as powerful as thunder.

"Hurry up and gather the soldiers over there," Angmar shouted, looking around, "If there are any reserves, send them over quickly."

The herald hurriedly sent out a signal, but the reserve team on that section of the defense line had already entered the battlefield. There was no one who could come back for reinforcements. All the mages were also firmly restrained on the main battlefield, and there was no way to support the southwest defense line.

Not only that, the attention of the soldiers over there was also firmly attracted by the undead cavalry in front of them, and they could not see the flag instructions at all.Angmar even vaguely saw signs of a retreat. There were only a hundred soldiers left on that stretch of defense. How could they withstand the cavalry charge? Even the most elite soldiers would find it difficult to maintain discipline in such a scene.

The soldiers retreated subconsciously. Under the severe scoldings of several officers, they gathered in one place and set up a forest of spears. But how could they possibly stop the undead cavalry who were far more numerous than them? All the soldiers were sweating coldly, and their hands and feet were holding back. Trembling.

The reserve team has no time to support, and there are not enough troops left behind. Once the undead cavalry breaks through the defense line, whether they attack the main battlefield around the back or simply attack the refugee camp, they will cause immeasurable heavy losses.

"Let's go, let's go." Angmar grabbed the guard captain and rushed over there to support him.

With such skill in speaking, the undead cavalry has already moved closer, as if they are about to reach the southwest defense line.

At this moment, a dazzling dazzling holy light broke through the dark clouds and shone on the southwest defense line. Two gods-like figures emerged from the crowd, and a deep and sacred war cry resounded across the battlefield: "For the Alliance"