The Burning Legion is here!

With a stunning momentum like a raging wave.

Even the imaginative coalition soldiers never thought that the first wave of the Burning Legion's offensive was like this.

Without the urging of the druids, the giant trees surrounding the camp at the foot of the mountain have quickly withered. Although the giant trees that were once embraced by several people did not dissipate like dry bark, they obviously lost the strong and lively vitality.

Originally, the orcs wanted to cut down all these woods and put them on the first line of defense in the mountainside camp to act as antlers, build an arrow tower, etc. Under Duke's insistence, all the orcs had retreated to the mountainside camp of Mount Haigal, leaving only a few two thousand elves to monitor and stagnate the enemy near the peaks on both sides.

Suddenly, a loud rumbling sound came from the ground.

There was a huge tide rushing and running wildly.

Every night elves and blood elves looked at each other, and no one knew what would happen.

But out of insurance, Tyrande's deputy Melander, and Lilas, the commander of the frontline Blood Elves Rangers, also ordered that his own people would cross the hill and hide behind the hill, leaving more than a dozen people to continue monitoring.

Sure enough, three minutes later, the enemy appeared.

It was a spectacular super fountain. It was wrapped in indescribable black slurry, and thousands of undead people were sprayed directly into the sky from the ground, scattering around with the black droplets.

The already quite broken tribal camp was once again ravaged. After being sprayed into the sky, undead people of all sizes accelerated and fell down again under the action of gravity acceleration, and fell to various places.

The smallest one is the zombie with only half of its body left, the larger one is the ghoul, and the largest one is the stitching monsters weighing several tons. These monsters, who have long lost their lives and have almost no IQ, even before they even got up, they attacked the surrounding buildings.

Shown in front of the elves and the few troll scouts was a crazy undead army. They bit the wooden arrow tower with their broken teeth, slashed the earth walls of orcs that had already been broken, and bombarded the wooden walls of the camp with huge arms.

The black fountain continued to gush, constantly spraying more immortal troops into the entire abandoned camp for no money.

In the distance, a black cloud suddenly floated. It was thousands of gargoyles, and many death ice dragons with huge bodies, all white bones, and frozen breath.

The earth was filled with dust, which was a mixed army of undead and demons of one hundred thousand units.

At this moment, the tribal bosses such as Sar and Woking, who had retreated to the mountainside, all turned black.

If Duke hadn't repeatedly emphasized that they wanted them to evacuate, they would have really continued to hold on at the foot of the mountain, and it would have been their only end.

There are zombies inside and constantly breaking through the center, there are thousands of enemy flying troops entangled, and there are large troops outside. It is estimated that the remaining two, 30,000 elite tribes must be explained here.

Thrall quickly called a night elf priestess in charge of contact, and pointed to the live broadcast in the magic mirror: "What if the defense line of Mount Hygar continues to be holed by big bugs?"

The priestess raised his chest and whispered a simple and fluent human phrase: "Don't be afraid, Mount Haigal is a holy mountain, and has been blessed by the Night Elf for ten thousand years. The mountain itself is extremely difficult to penetrate. If there are no big bugs of the previous level, we don't have to worry about attacks from the underground."

"What if there is any!" Thrall emphasized.

The night elves shook their heads: "According to the alliance commander, His Excellency Marcus, the big insect named Oro, even under the four ancient gods of Azeroth, there is only one."

"What if the enemy's air force flew directly to the top of the mountain?"

The Priestess was very sure: "The Holy Mountain has a powerful forbidden air magic array. All beings over 300 yards from the ground will be attacked by the Xiri Mage level all the time. Even the demigods cannot withstand such attack strength. And after starting to go up the mountain, except for the main passage, all places are death zones."

Thrall finally felt a little relieved, so that only the front is to defend against.

At this moment, Thrall saw the elves arranged in front of him starting to evacuate. Due to the terrain, the army of the undead seemed very surging, but it was always a distance away from the elves.

The area within 200 meters behind the Elf Force is the absolute death zone.

The elves ran in the mountains and woods with great agility, turning around gracefully from time to time, and shot the headshots of the zombies or ghouls in front.

The elves fought and retreated, and arrows fell like rain, but they still could not stop the tide of zombies in units of ten thousand.

Here comes!

Thrall raised the [Hammer of Destruction] in his hand: "Prepare for battle!"

After coordination, the first and second walls on the mountainside were given out by the alliance and the tribes were guarded.

Thrall's shout suddenly echoed the entire valley with a tribal war cry: "lok-tar!"

Not long ago, they threw the camp a little nonsensical. The orc warriors were filled with anger. They raised the steel tomahawks baptized by the holy water in their hands and roared with fighting spirit.

At this time, the black tide was approaching very close.

"Cover Shooting! No. 1 shoots all the elements!" Behind the first city wall, there were a total of one hundred dwarf mortar teams. The thick round gun barrels immediately emitted a deafening cannon sound.

"Bang bang bang!" No matter what, it was difficult for the orcs to adapt to the dull sound coming from behind them, and some orcs even subconsciously shrank their heads.

But the dwarf's elite gunners were not blown out. Mortar shells flew into the air, drew a wonderful arc, and then flew further along the downward mountain. It happened to be two hundred meters away from the elves.

"Boom boom boom!" Mortar shells with a small caliber are enough to blow up weaker defenses of zombies and ghouls.

The dwarf's cover was so accurate that Sal breathed a sigh of relief. Wojin, who was preparing to let the trolls use spears as a cover, quietly put down his hands.

It’s ironic to think about it. Although it is the same race and the same origin, the elves and trolls have fought for tens of thousands of years. Have you ever tried to cover each other like now?

When the last elf ranger rushed into the city gate at high speed, the twelve turret warriors could not wait for the winch to slowly pull up the moat, and directly pulled the thick iron chain with brute force to pull up the suspension bridge.

Looking at the seven huge horizontal gullies in front of the city wall with a depth of more than eight meters and blocking the entire mountain road like a roadblock, Thar felt a numbness in his scalp. These are the masterpieces of the dwarf's steam bulldozer.
Chapter completed!