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"For the Light!"

With the cannonballs whizzing and the ground shaking, the brave knights rushed out of the camps on either side of the Tirisfa barrier, mounted on armored horses, and led by the high-ranking knights, charged the Death Knights who were breaking through in front of them.

The paladins summoned the energy in their bodies, wrapping the warm holy light around their companions like a curtain to strengthen their defenses and lethality against the undead, and in the face of this charge rolling like quicksand, in front of the undead phalanx that reached the battlefield, rows of undead infantry raised their heavy axes and guns under the command of the death knights.

"Fire!"

"Bang Bang Bang"

At a distance of nearly 200 meters between the two sides, the black steam tanks behind the undead infantry phalanx, and the continuous machine guns placed on both sides of the phalanx burst into fire, and in the midst of the intense rain of bullets, the first row of knights who rushed forward frantically turned over and fell between the blood splashes, but the knights behind them did not stop charging, and the speed of the most loyal knights of these kingdoms did not even change.

The paladins' defensive aura can play a certain defensive role against this purely physical attack, but in the face of the extremely fast rate of fire of the steam machine guns, every second of their charge, there are constantly brave knights who are hit by bullets in the body, losing their lives in the blood mist.

The earth shook majestically, the knights of the kingdom gritted their teeth, and continued to move forward in the face of the rain of bullets and bullets of the undead with a fierce and tragic momentum, in the light of the sun shining through the smoke of gunpowder, the dust splashed on the earth, the blood mist that burst into the air, the strange smell of the battlefield, the scorching wind, the tragic scenery on both sides flying backwards, all of this reminded them that this would be a decisive counterattack with no return.

But they can't retreat, they can't retreat, in the invasion of undead artillery fire, the entire defense line of the Tirisfa barrier is in a state of imminent collapse, once this place is lost, the close city of Lordaeron will be in no danger to defend, if they can't achieve victory in front of the undead army surrounded on all sides, then the brave death has become the best interpretation of the knights' loyalty.

In front of the military formation, the Death Lord Glokush stood at the top of a black steam tank, the shell of the trial armor he was wearing had become potholes between the multiple collisions, and the defensive deck on his chest was completely lifted, under the iron plate, a trace of sparks continued to burst out between the fast-moving gears and hedrons, which looked very unstable, and the lord's left fist also lost the ability to operate flexibly due to repeated collisions, but he appeared more and more tall, but with a trace of ferocity returning from the battlefield.

The steam-powered armor made by the goblin siegers in the Black Iron District was on the verge of obsolescence, but before it was scrapped, Grokush and Sarufar teamed up to destroy the defensive stone forts built by humans on the mountain walls on both sides of the ramparts, and after the steam tank units were also completely wiped out, the two sets of non-commissioned officer-type steam-powered armor were also considered to have completed the steps of battlefield trials honorably.

At the forefront of the knights was the gray-haired Marshal Gasseris, the bloodied old marshal holding his sword aloof, and in the smoke and dust of the undead cannonfire, leading his knights to the final destination.

This scene is enough to make any warrior feel glorified... Although, this kind of respectable sacrifice cannot be exchanged for the victory they want.

When the knights rushed to a distance of nearly 70 meters from the undead position, the collision of the two positions seemed to happen in the next moment, but the black silent undead infantry phalanx did not panic at all, and under the order of the junior knights, the infantry raised the heavy new axe guns in their hands and fired in unison after a second.

The muffled sound of gunfire resounded throughout the position, and dozens of knights galloping on horseback were shot down in the thunderous sound of gunfire, this thing was not as domineering as a repeating machine gun, in terms of firing method, it was more like a powerful shotgun, and there was no need to emphasize the accuracy of the shotgun, using a single-headed bullet with full lethality and penetration, at this distance, even the paladin's defensive aura could not resist the frontal attack of this bullet.

"Grenade!"

Another order was given, the undead infantry in the first three rows grabbed the black grenade from the armor, and threw it towards the ground in front of them with all their might, these explosive gadgets are the latest products of the alchemy bomb in the past, the engineers of the black iron area made the huge alchemy bomb into a single weapon, after filling the latest goblin gunpowder, the power of the fist-sized bomb when it detonated is no less than those stupid black and coarse alchemy products.

Hundreds of grenades were thrown at the ground where the knights were about to set foot, and then the light of the fire made the eyes of the charging knights brighten, and then they were completely engulfed by the scorching smoke screen and the strong explosion, and the shattered bodies of people and horses splashed around the battlefield, and the thunderous sound also made those trained war horses panic for a short time, making the cluster charge of the human knights loosen up a little.

But it still didn't make the knights stop the galloping of their horses, and finally, while the first row of necromantic infantry raised their heavy axes and spears to slash forward, the knights, who had been tortured by fire and explosions, also crashed into the phalanx of undead infantry.

Dozens of necromantic infantry were knocked into the sky by the terrible charge, but with the protection of armor, these undead will not be as bad as before, they will be knocked to pieces, if this is a human infantry, they will definitely die because of the collision of bodies, but the undead, the undead are not terrible.

The human knight crashed into the phalanx of the necromancy, led by Marshal Gasiris, whose body was full of angry power, this old knight brandished his heavy sword, slashing at the armored necromantic infantry in front of him, he wanted to knock all the enemies in front of the war horse into the air like in the previous war, and with the impact of the war horse, the enemy camp was completely chiseled.

But alas, he couldn't do it.

In the face of the Necromantic Legion that has completed a full redress, the effect of the cluster collision that the human knights are proud of has been greatly weakened, and after breaking through the undead infantry in the first 3 rows, Gathiris felt the trembling of the war horse under his crotch, and the kinetic energy of the knight's charge is about to be exhausted.

"No..."

The old marshal looked up at the black land tanks behind the phalanx of undead infantry, and at the Death Lord Grockush who was standing on the tank, and he saw a hint of indifference and undisguised mockery in the eyes of the necromancers.

As if to laugh at his inadequacy.

Grokush looked at the forward of the human knight surrounded by undead infantry, he moved his body to break himself away from the scrapped steam-powered armor, he reached out to take the rune battle axe handed by the lieutenant, and slashed forward with his left hand.

"Charge!"

The death knights who had been waiting for a long time finally got the order, on both sides of the silent position, the heavy armored knights wearing heavy armor and holding rune weapons in their hands were like two sharp arrows, dark red death energy wrapped around their bodies, and in the breathtaking cold momentum, these death knights pierced into the camp of the somewhat chaotic human knights behind them like sharp knives.

"Bang"

Marshal Gasseris, who was screaming to make the knights retreat, collided with the chopped tomahawk, and the horse under his crotch let out a mournful roar, and the armor of the retreating horse was torn off in the brutal slashing of the necromantic infantry with axes and guns around him, and it had held out to the end.

"Boom"

Grokush forced Gathiris back with an axe, then pulled out a dark gold hideous shotgun from his back, and fired a shot at Gathiris and his horse at almost zero distance, and the head of the war horse carrying the marshal's charge was torn open by a third in the explosion of the one-headed bullet, and between the splatters of flesh and blood, the dead creature used its last strength to throw the marshal behind it to the ground.

In the chaotic battlefield where the men and horses were neighing, the old marshal with his hair in his hand got up with his weapon in his hand, and saw a black muzzle, still emitting cyan gunsmoke, which was firmly against his forehead.

Grokush, carrying a tomahawk in one hand and a heavy shotgun in the other, tilted his head, glanced at the angry marshal, and he whispered:

"Hey, old knight... Like our new weapons? ”

"Shhhh It's going to be a little... Hurt. ”

"Bang"

"Glokush's side is almost over... The soldiers of the Tirisfa Fortress were retreating. ”

On the outskirts of the former Lake Lordamere, now the Dalaran Strait, on the ground that had been completely changed by the bombardment of the Eye of Sargeras, a strange pile of rocks had risen like a ladder, and the waters below the strait were deep and cold, as if they contained some kind of dark secret.

Above the Strait, Sarufar sat on his own bone dragon, and behind him was a flying wing of two warbands, each of which was covered with heavily armed death knights, and the load had reached its limit.

Apparently, they had broken away from the battlefield of the Tirisfa Fortress and had come on a raid mission.

"Are we going to attack Lordaeron from the air? Suzerain? ”

Sarufar's aide-de-camp, a tall draenei death knight, asked, "There aren't many defenders left in the city, and as long as there are follow-up reinforcements, we are very sure that we can take it in one surprise attack." ”

"Isn't that what we're here for? Mardara, you take your wing to destroy the portals that are still working in the city, and the other knights split up in four teams and go to the four districts to block the escape routes of the civilians and gather them, and I will take charge of the palace of this city... The Minachir royal family, they should still be here. ”

Sarufar looked at the white city standing above the earth below, he commanded softly, and then pulled out his battle axe from behind his back, and under the shaking of the reins in his hand, the huge bone dragon gathered its wings and fell quickly from the sky, and in the sky at dusk, a black creature fell from the sky to the earth, this scene immediately attracted the attention of the Lordaeron City Flying Squadron.

In the roar of the dwarves, the griffin knights rushed into the sky quickly, but the moment they rushed into the sky, they were entangled in the battlefield of the sky by nearly a thousand death crows who appeared from above the clouds, the griffin knights are the main air force of the human empire, but compared to the number of necromantic crows in the Darkblade Legion, they are simply rare creatures, not to mention the terrifying gargoyle tide compared to the scourge of the undead.

"Whoa"

As the bone dragon swept past the court of Lordaeron, it lowered its head and covered the court below with a cold, ice-like blizzard of ice and snow, and the guards who guarded the court suffered heavy casualties in an instant.

In the midst of the icy storm, a dark shadow descended from the sky and finally landed firmly in front of the palace in the center of the palace, and Sarufar stood on the frost-covered ground, and before his eyes, loyal royal attendants and paladins and court mages rushed from all directions, blocking his path.

Sarufar was surrounded, but in the face of the humans who were glaring at him, the Death Lord's heart did not waver, he took a step forward, and the next moment, a golden light hammer smashed at his feet, Sarufar raised his head, and behind the group of soldiers, the great knight Uther was holding a war hammer, looking at him with an indifferent expression.

"Undead, stop!"

"Hmm... A good opponent. ”

Sarufar said in a hollow voice peculiar to the undead, and after a moment's thought, he turned his tomahawk back behind him, and between the flicks of his fingers, a silver, heavy, and deep Naga-style sea tide trident appeared in his hand, and he pointed the halberd to the ground, and a wave of sea surges appeared behind the death knight, and a moment later, a strange, ghost-like figure appeared behind him.

It was the soul of the Siren warrior Vaschi, whom he had personally killed, and under the effect of psychic magic, this powerful soul was bound to the weapon of the living and became a unique summon for the Lord of Death.

"The Grand Knight is mine..."

Sarufar threw his halberd to the Kraken Ghost behind him, then drew his battle axe again, moved his shoulders, and before he charged, he indifferently commanded:

"Don't let anyone else come and disturb me!"

As the words fell, the stone at the feet of the most powerful Death Lord of the Darkblade Knights completely collapsed, and his figure turned into a dark red lightning bolt, smashing into the great knight Uther, who was waiting for him, behind him, the ghost of Naga moved six arms, between the hair on the top of his head like a small snake, and in the call of Naga's Siren magic, the tide of cold souls in the hoarse laughter of the Kraken warriors also involved other humans in this most deadly battlefield.

"Boom"

The lightning of energy from the collision of death and the power of the Holy Light floated above the court, and the aging King Terenus leaned on his staff, watching the roaring energy above his head explode in the air, his wrinkled face expressionless, no one could predict the king's inner thoughts.

Behind him, the most loyal guards stood by the king's side.

"Bang"

The door to the King's Hall was pushed open, and the anxious-looking Prince of Alsace rushed into the room, calling out to his father:

"The Death Knight has entered the city, Father, come with me, Anna and I will escort you out!"

"Nope! Arthas, it's not me who should leave..."

The king turned around and looked at his grown son, a hint of relief flashed in his cloudy eyes, and the next moment, the king's expression became serious:

"Alsace. Minahill! ”

"Get on your knees!"

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