Rise of the blood elves

Groups of stumbling zombies emerged from the pine forest. Their movement speed was not much slower than that of ordinary people. They seemed to be relatively weak undead. Their strength was around the fourth level of ordinary people, and their combat power was equivalent to that of weak humans without training. Adult men.

But the ants kill the elephant, and what the Scourge Legion is good at is the human wave tactic.Unable to bear the large number of these weak undead, Angmar took a quick glance and saw that the undead were lined up one after another. It was unclear whether there were a thousand or two thousand.

If Amber Mill is subjected to attacks on this scale every day, I don't know how the militia here is holding on.

Angmar drew out the standard one-handed sword obtained in Anoveren and slowly accumulated mana.

There was chaos all around, and volunteer militiamen kept running out of the town and guarding the gaps in the ruins of the buildings on the edge of the town.

What puzzled Angmar was that there were actually many refugees running towards the town, being chased by the undead.

"My lord, every day there are hundreds of thousands of refugees taking a shortcut to Dalaran from here. They don't know that Ambermere has fallen, and they think they can get shelter here." Lias saw Ange. Ma's question was explained.Then he ordered his spellbreakers: "Come on, brothers, let's retreat to the defense line."

After giving the order, the Blood Elf Spellbreaker Squadron immediately maintained their formation and withdrew into the town in an orderly manner.Then they were quickly divided into more than a dozen groups. Under the leadership of their respective captains, they dispersed to the defense line at nearby street intersections and joined the volunteer militia in a tacit understanding.

The well-trained training displayed by the spellbreaker made Angmar look at him with suspicion.

"Hold the line of defense"

"For the Holy Light"

"For Gilneas"

The undead continued to approach, and the human militiamen on the defense line shouted to encourage themselves.Angmar saw that most of their equipment was extremely crude. Some were wearing leather armor, but they had broken plate shoulder pads on their shoulders that didn't fit at all, and thick wooden boards were tied to their chests for defense. It was pieced together, it had everything, and most of the weapons in its hands were rusty.

The only thing that made Angmar sigh was the determination in these people's eyes.He knew that even if they didn't have decent equipment, even if they had pitchforks and farm tools, they would still fight for their beliefs.

Who would have thought that these militiamen with poor combat skills would show such courage when faced with terror?

Azeroth has no shortage of heroes.

The undead are getting closer and closer, and the so-called defense line is nothing more than building materials and debris piled up at street corners and gaps in the ruins.The militiamen had no long-range weapons at all, and unlike the Holy Light Monastery, which had dug systematic defensive trenches and piled kindlings to burn the mindless undead, they did not have any efficient means of killing the enemy.

"Sir, you'd better retreat to a safe area." Captain Lias couldn't help but worry when he saw Angmar looking like he was going to join the battle himself.

Angmar shook his head. Strengthened by the essence of the holy tree Sasara, his attributes were fully enhanced.He couldn't just sit back and watch, and besides, he had never had a chance to fight before. Now was the best time to experience the transformation of his strength after strengthening his attributes.

Captain Lias persuaded him righteously: "Sir, the battlefield is not a child's play, please."

"Get ready to engage the enemy" suddenly came a shout from the right.

Seeing that the undead wave was approaching less than [-] meters away, the militiamen became nervous, while the law breakers stood ready.

Angmar ignored the captain, immediately concentrated his energy, stood in front of the defense line, and began to cast spells.

Then, on the defense line, a blood elf mage was throwing out fireballs one after another at a dizzying speed, just like a spell machine gun.

Not only were the human militiamen shocked, but the lawbreakers behind Angmar also began to look at him with strange eyes.

Captain Lias stared blankly at the undead souls that were like felled wheat and swallowed back all the words of persuasion.

The sound of rumbling is endless, and every time the fireball hits the undead, it will explode, and the flames will spread, causing a lot of casualties in the dense formation of the undead.

Angmar did not use the extremely mana-consuming Fire Rain, Blizzard and other spells. The Fireball spell would cause small-scale damage after hitting it. It saves mana and has strong lethality. It is the most cost-effective spell suitable for the current situation.

Those slow-moving undead are the best living targets.

By the time the brainless undead arrived at the defense line, at least one hundred and eighty people had been killed or injured.In this battlefield environment where there is no need to worry about the enemy's countermeasures and the enemy is relatively weak, the role that a mage can play is so great.

Among the compulsory courses at the Royal Military Academy of Quel'Thalas, how to reasonably suppress enemy mages and reduce one's own casualties is a top priority.

No one understands the terror of mages better than the high blood elves, who have a very high rate of mage success, so they train a group of extremely elite spell-breaker troops specifically to counter enemy mages. But in the face of the endless sea of ​​undead, , they are useless.

"Come back quickly" Seeing that the undead was less than ten meters away, Captain Lias hurriedly pulled Angmar, who was immersed in the pleasure of casting spells.

Angmar blinked, came to his senses, and retreated within the defense line.The spellcasting experience just now couldn't be better.The mana in his body flows very smoothly. With the help of the essence of the holy tree, his communication with the magic network has no sense of sluggishness. With all the bonuses added together, his casting speed is almost twice as fast as before.

This feeling is really

Too strong

"ho"

The undead rushed forward with teeth and claws, their broken vocal cords roared indistinctly, and the rotten air rushed towards their faces.But they either tripped over the gravel, or got their lower bodies stuck behind obstacles, waving their claws in vain at the people inside.

The militiamen stood far behind the roadblocks, killing the undead with long-handled weapons such as spears.The lawbreakers stood behind the militiamen, using their long blades to make up for it from time to time, killing any fish that slipped through the net.

"This is too much." Angmar suppressed the joyful mana restlessness in his body and felt very confused.

Such brainless undead are too little of a threat.The battle seems to have no suspense.

Captain Lias stood beside Angmar without moving. He looked solemnly at the men who were killing the enemy in front of him, and said solemnly: "Master Suspense, this is just the beginning."

"Start"

Sure enough, Angmar saw the undead swarming up, climbing on the bodies of the same kind, and then being trampled under the feet of the same kind in the back row.Driven by the endless desire for flesh and blood, the undead tried their best to cross the defense line and drink the blood of humans and blood elves.

A squirming and terrifying mass of flesh is taking shape.

Angmar hurriedly summoned a ball of cold air to freeze the "meat ball" in front of him, slightly restraining the undead's intentions, but the undead behind were still climbing.

Finally, when the ball of meat reached a certain height, it began to tilt uncontrollably toward the defense line. The unlucky ones on top fell down one after another, and the sound of crackling meat and the crisp sound of broken bones were heard one after another.

Their fragile bodies cannot withstand such fall damage, but they become flesh pads for those who come after them.The undead fell on the same kind of people, and soon climbed up impatiently, rushing towards the soldiers behind the defense line.

The undead just entered the defense line

Angmar was horrified by the visual impact before his eyes, and had to fight and retreat along with the humans and blood elves.If the spell cannot affect friendly forces, he will use fireball to bombard the undead; if he is bitten by the undead and cannot escape, he will summon a blizzard about ten meters in front of him to kill and hinder the follow-up of the undead.

Angmar holds a sword in one hand and casts spells in the other. From time to time, he cuts down an undead that rushes forward. His transitions are smooth and smooth, frequently attracting the attention of Captain Lias who is covering him.

"Sir, I thought you needed my protection," Captain Lias waved the sharp long blade and chopped off the heads of the row of undead in front of him, then quickly turned around and used his remaining strength to use his dexterous half-turn to borrow He killed the enemy beside him, "Now it seems that I was worrying too much."

In fact, when it comes to close combat, Angmar is completely ignorant of all but seven or six.The reason why the connection is smooth is that casting spells no longer takes up as much mental energy as before. He can pay more attention to his body and change it as needed.

The greatly improved strength and agility also gave him far better melee combat capabilities than ordinary mages.

Everyone was fighting and retreating, and the outstanding combat skills displayed by the spellbreakers made Angmar see what it means to be a true elite.Not only do they have outstanding martial arts skills and dexterous movements, but their equipment is also a complete set of the best enchanted equipment. Any set of them is enough to bankrupt a middle-class human family.

Years of training have made their skills perfect. Putting aside the word "law breaking", they are also a terrifying unit with all the members having basic elite strength.Not to mention that they are essentially half-mages. Their understanding of magic is more inclined to the principles of magic. They focus on discovering the application methods of the Sunwell energy in the body. They basically do not practice magic. Under the constraints of limited energy, they maximize their ability as much as possible. Use your time to practice martial arts and magic.

Their magical attainments are no less than those of ordinary mages. They can find the weak points of the enemy's spells and mobilize the magical energy of the Sunwell in their bodies to counterattack.

After the destruction of the Sunwell, this ability of the Spellbreaker has been weakened a lot, but as long as he can find the source of magic or spend a certain amount of time rebuilding the way of magic, he will definitely be able to regain his former glory.

Suddenly a militiaman stumbled over a stone, and was immediately caught by an outstretched arm into the dense tide of undead. More than a dozen undead surrounded him and began to gnaw. As soon as the wails started to sound, they were all trapped behind him. The undead were trampled into flesh.

On the dilapidated buildings on both sides of the street, volunteer militiamen were constantly pushing down piles of rubble, doing their best to hinder the undead.

Angmar glanced back and saw that everyone had retreated to the intersection at the other end. He took two slow steps and fell behind, casting half an ice ring to cover everyone's evacuation.

"The others haven't retreated yet. We must stick here to prevent them from being surrounded." There is also a line of defense at the intersection, but it needs to be improved a lot. The militiamen behind pointed to several streets connected to the intersection and said loudly.

The spellbreakers and the militiamen retreated to the defense line in tacit agreement and continued to block the enemy. With the help of Angmar, a mage with extremely powerful magic, this was not a difficult task.

When the adjacent friendly troops were squeezed by the undead and retreated to the crossroads, it was still the same as before. The undead still subconsciously climbed up the blocked ones, and the defense line was still broken. The merged troops continued to retreat, rejoin, and retreat again, all the while. The enemy was first engaged in the west side of the town, and they retreated to the east side of the town while fighting. During this period, human militiamen who were familiar with the terrain were guiding the way. There were also observers on the relatively well-preserved high-rise buildings to watch the situation and guide their comrades.

Angmar somewhat understands why they have been able to hold on to Ambermere for so long. These militiamen have been using the ruins of buildings to separate the mindless undead.In this way, even if the overall military strength is at a disadvantage, the individual militiamen are far more flexible than the weak resurrectors, and they will always have an advantage in local battlefields.

After two hours, he could no longer count how many undead he had killed. He only felt that the arm wielding the sword was extremely sore, and his fingers seemed to have grown on the hilt of the sword. They were so stiff that they could not be opened. They were greatly strengthened by the essence of the holy tree. More than half of the mana was also consumed.

When the last undead in front of him was cut in half by Captain Spellbreaker, Angmar couldn't help but fall into a trance.The undead's bloody mouth, abscesses, fangs, sharp bone stubble and exposed tendons were still spinning in his head.

This is a battle where the enemy is "weak" and the tactics are single, and it couldn't be simpler.But this was the norm in the Third War. Faced with a terrifying number of resurrected people, even though they knew that the Scourge was using cannon fodder to consume their own strength, there was nothing they could do.

It's one thing to stand at a safe distance and cast spells, but it's another thing to pick up weapons and fight the undead in hand-to-hand combat and face the terror of the undead. Angmar admires the courage of these soldiers from the bottom of his heart.

"Count the casualties," Captain Lias ordered breathlessly, then turned to face Angmar and sighed: "My lord, this is just the easiest group of corpses to deal with. On the day we came, Ambermere was attacked There were three such attacks, and hundreds of ghouls appeared in the last one. The human militia originally numbered more than 300 people, so the number was reduced by more than half, Lord Angmar. It is really an honor for me to fight alongside you. "

Angmar gasped for air and did not answer.He had almost forgotten the purpose of his participation in the war. The essence of the Holy Tree indeed made him stronger than before, but

What's the use? In a battlefield of this scale, the role any individual can play is very small.

Unless ranked at legendary level

The sense of accomplishment that he had just reached the tenth level of the elite was completely shattered by this unscrupulous battle. Angmar found that he was more and more eager to become stronger. It seemed that it was time to accumulate strength and break through to the epic level. Level up

After the battle, the casualties of the Lawbreaker Squadron were counted. Among the 163 people, 19 were slightly injured, 3 were seriously injured, and 1 died.Angmar didn't know what it was like on the human side, but the number of casualties was definitely many times that of the Spellbreakers.

The clean-up work began, and work continued until nightfall, collecting usable armaments, strengthening fortifications, and burning corpses.

At night, Angmar and Captain Lias received an invitation from the leader of the volunteer militia: Linde, and went to a ruins that was sheltered from the wind.

"Here." Lind handed the two men some brown bread warmed by the campfire, and then asked about the situation outside Angmar.

Through conversation, Angmar learned about the current situation in the southern part of Silverpine Forest.

Only one word "chaos" can describe it.

too messy.

After the door of Greymane Wall suddenly closed, the refugees outside originally had a sense of luck, but when the endless sea of ​​undead swarmed in, no matter how they called the door, the winch of the door never turned even a bit.

Gilneas only sent gryphon riders to drop supplies and help Darius Crowley's troops detect the movements of the undead as much as possible, but nothing more.

The refugees fled to the east frantically, and the team of 10,000+ people was quickly broken up by the undead. They each sought survival. Some avoided the undead and fled to the mountain passes northeast of Amber Mill, while others went directly to the east.

Lord Darius' limited military strength cannot protect everyone and cannot maintain order.We can only go upstream and stop the undead army north of Fenmu Village to buy time for the refugees to save themselves.

There are many Gilnean northerners like Lind who spontaneously formed militia groups, scattered throughout the southern part of the forest to resist the undead and escort small groups of refugees. They are numerous in number, but their combat skills are not good and their equipment is very poor.

Angmar took a bite of the bread and chewed it, but it tasted like wax.

Under the light of the bonfire, a tall and thin shadow was cast on the broken wall, approaching this way. The shadow was blurry and could not be seen clearly.Angmar looked back and saw a blood elf.

Wearing official attire, with a proud face, a strange blood elf

Behind him were a dozen followers who looked disgusted and covered their noses with handkerchiefs to block out the putrid smell.