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"Since yesterday afternoon, the undead army formation has been moving abnormally!"

On the front line in the Arathi Heights, the human generals were urgently summoned to the mountain camp near Fort Riptide, where the headquarters regiment was stationed, less than 30 minutes from the strategic Soladin Bridge.

In the battle command room, a huge map of the northern frontier is hung on the wall, while in the Arathi Heights area, it is covered with red X's and arrows representing the deployment and movement of the forces of the two sides.

"They're constantly expanding the width of the battlefield, and it's clear that they're moving enough to accommodate the legions that come later..."

The Grand Knight Ferdin, stroking his beard, whispered:

"And they've also placed a warband in a col near the mountains of Grimbaatar, are they going to attack both the Hammer Heights and the Arathi battlefield at the same time? If you go to war on two fronts, the undead won't be so reckless, right? ”

"The entrance to the Brute Hammer Heights is not far from the Red Dragon's Ruby Sanctuary."

Lady Modra, the Archmage of Dalaran, said calmly:

"According to our agreement with the Red Dragon, once the undead enter the direction of the Hammer Heights, the Red Dragons will also join the war, and I personally believe that the Hammer Heights are not the main battlefield of this war."

"But the threat from the Hammer Heights should not be underestimated."

This time it was Marshal Gasiris from Lordaeron who spoke, and he looked at the map before him and said in a deep voice:

"The strategic depth of the Brute Hammer Heights is too small, and once the undead break through the front line, they can easily enter the mountains of the Highlands, and then find a way from the mountains to the northeast of the Arathi Heights... Once they're there, it means we're in the back of the enemy! And as the rear of the war, Hinterland will also suffer from the direct threat of the undead, and the rear of Hinterland is the Stratholm area of our country..."

Field Marshal Gasiris was a "great humanist" through and through, and he had a strong distrust of races other than men, saying:

"After all, this is not a war of the dragon clan, and the red dragon may not be able to die, so I think we can't take this risk, at least we can't pin our hopes on the safety of the frontal battlefield on the foreign race, in the Brute Hammer Heights, we need to deploy a force of our own."

"I think Marshal Gasseris has a point, but if we divide our forces again, will the soldiers on the frontal battlefield be able to stop the undead who are about to outnumber us?"

The only King Stormgard who had arrived for the military council, His Majesty the young Garin, asked:

"According to the markings on this map, we will most likely face 8-9 warbands of the undead... That would be an extremely staggering amount. ”

"We can!"

The Human Emperor Lothar, who had not spoken, stretched out his hand to the Soradin Bridge, and he said in a deep voice:

"No matter how large the number of undead is, it is impossible to fly over the 750-yard strait between the wetlands and the Arathi Heights with wings, and the Soladin Bridge is the front line of our war, and the width of the battlefield is so large, even if the undead come to 2 million, there will be a maximum of 100 troops on the bridge at a time... As long as we hold on to this place, the numerical advantage of the undead will be completely negated. ”

The armor-clad emperor seemed to have a flame burning in his eyes, and he took a deep breath and said:

"It's the most critical moment, everyone, the undead can't hold their breath, there is no doubt that they intend to finish the battle, but this is also our chance, as long as we block the most powerful peak of the undead in the Arathi Heights, let the people see hope, hope inspires courage, and the human empire is completely united, it is possible to win this war."

"The most important thing is that the victory at the Battle of Belalas at Kurtilas shattered the myth of the invincibility of the undead, and here, in the Arathi Heights, we will also achieve our victory!"

"We are going to drag the army of the undead to the battlefield of Arathi, once the fleet of Kurtilas recovers, they can carry our soldiers from the rear to land on the southern frontier of the continent, the undead have no sea power, this is the only way for us to win! Wait until the southern frontier of the mainland is recovered, and attack the invincible undead from two directions, so that the wetlands and the Arathi Heights will completely become a cemetery for burying their dark ambitions! ”

"Bang"

Lothar stood up, slammed his fist on the table, and shouted:

"We're right here! Have a good fight with them! ”

"Empire, long live!"

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"The battlefield of the Hammer Heights is the decisive factor in this war!"

Standing in the command hall of Grimbaatar, before his eyes was the influence of the Arathi Highlands and Wetlands that the lichs had magically forged, and the Lord of the Blades pointed his finger on a mountain to the northeast of the Arathi Highlands and Wetlands, and he whispered:

"Breaking through from the Hammer Heights will easily lead to the northeast of the Arathi Heights, where humanity is most vulnerable to defense, and from there, you can attack the unsuspecting human legions from behind."

Tyrion's gaze wandered over the Death Lord in front of him, and finally landed on the newly joined Danas. Tolbain whispered:

"I'll give you 2 warbands, Danas, my general, break through the Brute Hammer Heights within 1 day, is there a problem?"

"Yes!"

Danas made no secret of his concerns, saying:

"The defenders of the Brute Hammer Heights are not worth mentioning, the biggest problem is that there is a sacred land of the Red Dragon in the Wild Hammer Heights, and as far as I know, the Red Dragon and the Empire have reached certain agreements, once the fire of war spreads to the Brute Hammer Heights, the Red Dragon will definitely join the battlefield... What should I do against the powerful red dragons? ”

"Don't worry, I've got a weapon for you."

Tyrion snapped his fingers, and the embarrassed former commander Luminas quietly walked into the command room, the Death Lord who had been swept to the end without any insignia representing the general, only the badge of the poor commander of the Air Wing.

This means that when she sees her former colleagues, she has to clench her fists and salute, which makes Luminas very unhappy, but acquiesces to Nassa's crazy plan, and the result is what she must bear, for this punishment, to be honest, Luminas is happy in her heart, especially after the news that Nassa committed suicide and died of serious injuries.

"Lord Luminas will command the Bone Dragon United, including the Colossus Wing commanded by Lord Roglio, and will be under your command, as long as it is used reasonably, I believe that the Red Dragon of the Hammer Heights is not a threat."

A hint of disdain flashed across Tyrion's cold face:

"It's just a mere hatching holy place for red dragons, there won't be too many red dragons guarding there, and those big lizards who have forgotten their mission are not stupid, and mortal wars are not worth their fight."

"But what if? War doesn't make any sense, my majesty, and what if they go mad? For example, what about the Lifebinder who holds a grudge against you suddenly appears on the battlefield with her army of red dragons? ”

Danas spoke his opinion as if he was fighting with Tyrion, and in the face of this question, Tyrion shook his head:

"I have a gift for the demons, but if Alexas doesn't value the life she picked up, I don't mind seeing a guardian dragon king die under this sky first, in fact, I would look forward to this scene, and the dark power she brings after being captured by death is enough to conquer this continent for me."

"So, you still have a backhand?"

Lord Danas made an exaggerated expression:

"It's a pleasure to fight behind a leader like you with a lot of cards, don't worry, within 1 day, I will reach my beloved hometown, provided that you command the frontal battlefield, don't be beaten to tears by Lothar."

"That old man is fierce, especially when he's angry."

The witty remark brought smiles to the faces of several Death Lords, and Tyrion looked at General Danas earnestly, and he whispered:

"So did you know... When I'm angry, I'm fierce. ”

"Go and do things, generals, and by the way get the dark warlocks and lichs ready, it's time for the humans to restrain us with the width of the battlefield of the Soradin Bridge, and it's time to shatter their illusions."

Behind Tyrion, several high-ranking knights presented their majesty with the black armor adorned with dragon bones and metal, and a moment later, in the flutter of scarlet cloaks, the doors of Grimbaatar's command hall were pushed open again, and the rebuilt underground city spread forward a wide path that led to the mountain stream in front of it, a large suspended platform.

Tyrion strode forward, his most loyal High Knights following him, and the moment he crossed the line between darkness and sun, Tyrion's gaze grew more determined, and beneath the blue mottled crown of thorns above his head, a thick layer of ice covered his face in the shape of a skeleton.

The next moment, the King of the Dark Blades stepped forward and appeared in the sunlight, standing on a suspended platform, corroding the ground below in the mountain stream of the wetland, and in the muddy land, an incomparably large army array was neatly listed, a legion of silent death knights and a large number of undead infantry, as well as some special troops, enough to make the world tremble.

Tyrion looked down, and the undead below also raised their heads, looking at their rulers, and behind those dark red, blue, green, and gray gazes, the burning soul fire in the pale eyes made the entire wetland turn cold.

Just recently, the iron hooves of this legion will move forward again, crushing everything in their path, and taking the remaining half of this continent into their hands.

A dark empire will slowly rise above the earth in their wars, and it will be the realm of the dead, a true... Living death.

The orc Death Lord who had followed Tyrion for the longest time, Glokush, who had returned from Draenor, stood beside Tyrion in full armor, he handed him a black banner, the King of the Dark Blades turned around and nodded to Glokush, and the next moment, the black Grimblade Banner was in his hand, fluttering in the cold wind of hunting.

Tyrion held the flag up, and there was no cheering, no applause, not even a sound below.

Dead people don't need to use these to express their feelings, they are more accustomed to showing their attitude with actions.

"Wow"

The giant frostbone dragon, Nefarian's figure leaped from the peak of Grimbaatar, its huge, menacing wings flapping, hovering under the mountain platform, the King of the Blades leaped down, and in the muffled roar of Nefarian, the King of the Blades and his most loyal knights would rush into battle.

And after the black Broken Blade Banner sounded, the five warbands displayed in the wetland, under the orders of the Legion Commander, turned around and slowly marched towards the direction of the Arathi Heights.

Behind them were two warbands hidden in the mountains, led by Danas. Tolbairn's warband will enter the Hammer Heights as a surprise soldier when the frontline battlefield enters a scorched state.

The last 2 warbands remained in the port of Minahir as a reserve that could be mobilized at any moment, as well as to prevent the navy of Kurtilas from returning to the army and attacking the undead from the rear at the height of the war.

Above the sky, spread their wings and soar in the sky of another world, and the army of screamers soaring in the wider sky has also welcomed back their souls, Queen Rehi, who has been watching over the nascent Raven civilization of Babel Peak, has also received orders from Tyrion this time, she personally leads her people to fly above the cold sky, and in today's battle, she will personally show humanity what is the art of war in the sky.

"That's good, that's what I want."

Above the sky, Tyrion looked at the human army arrays waiting on both sides of the Soradin Bridge, and the dense soldiers almost filled the grasslands of the small half of the Arathi Heights, making people feel dizzy at a glance.

This is the power that the human empire unites, this is the last counterattack of humanity, the most powerful and terrifying fist they have unleashed.

"United under pressure, dedicated to a great goal, countless warriors united to fight only for victory, this is the war I want! That's the war I want to see! ”

"United, and then completely crushed by me!"

"Huh"

Tyrion leapt from behind the dragon's back, slamming into the center of the Saladin Bridge from the sky like a dark meteor, and the first sword of the battlefield will be wielded by him.

"Bang"

The black figure stood above the bridge under the windfall of the flying blizzard, and opposite him, the crowned Lothar also held the legendary blade, the essence of the flame wrapped around the body of the human emperor, he walked forward without fear, and stood in front of Tyrion under the gaze of the soldiers.

Life and death, the forces of the two sides face each other across the bridge, one side is angry, the other is dead.

"You will pay for everything you have done! Today! ”

Lothar aimed the Exterminator's blade at Tyrion, his voice resounding through the heavens and the earth, and the moon-shaped magic sword lay in front of the King of the Dark Blades, the scarlet cloak shrouded his body, almost enveloping his body, and in the face of provocation, his answer was succinct:

"Lothar, step forward!"

"Death!"

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