"Whoosh"

A cone-shaped mortar shell flew out of the breeches of the dwarven gunners with billowing smoke, and with the roar of the dwarves, it burst into the sky from the hillside, then cut a curvilinear trajectory before smashing into the advancing undead infantry formation.

"Boom"

The flames engulfed the walking corpses around them in an instant, and the fragments that were sprayed in all directions in the explosion were like sharp blades, cutting off the unlucky "good brothers" around them.

Like a rough rag, a hard wipe on the ground will completely wipe off a black stain, and this is just a microcosm of the front line of the battlefield, dwarves are obviously better at using explosives than humans, and these elite soldiers are covered with all kinds of explosives, they follow the steam tank rolling forward, or simply sit on the shell of the monster, ignite the gunpowder bag in their hands, pick up their arms, and throw them into the silence of the undead.

The Lower Death Knights raced across the battlefield, trying to bring the undead infantry back in order, but each time they showed up, they were hidden in the snow, and the snow-cloaked rangers had their heads knocked off with a single shot, or their hearts pierced with arrows contaminated with holy light.

The entire battlefield under this snowy mountain is very chaotic, but the chaos is orderly, and those knights who follow behind the steam tank can always find an opportunity, and after the commander is killed, they rush out as soon as possible, and divide and annihilate the undead who have become chaotic, and more importantly, this time the battle dwarves brought enough holy water in advance.

Every knife, even every bullet, was soaked in holy water, which was a very extravagant move, and this process alone used up one-third of the holy water stocks of the entire Iron Fort and Northern Xinjiang, but now it seems that this extravagant move has a very good effect.

"Drink!"

The muscular dwarven warrior roared and picked up the hammer, leaping from the steam tank, the heavy weapon smashing the head of an undead, and with the rise of gray mist, the weapon soaked in holy water completely destroyed the source of death in the body of the walking corpse, making it completely collapsed, and it could never be resuscitated again.

"Follow me!"

This dwarven warrior has the battle flag of the Iron Fort behind his back, like a dwarf jar, waving his weapon savagely, first sweeping a hammer, overturning the undead in front of him, and then smashing it on their chests or heads, behind him, the dwarven warriors who were inspired by courage also roared to join the battlefield, dwarves are born with great strength, if it weren't for the fact that their race is too small, maybe it would not be the turn of humans to rule the southern frontier of the continent at all.

In short, the addition of this group of violent dwarves armed to the teeth made the defenses of the undead even tighter, and in those places where the terrain was narrow and the steam tanks could not reach, the dark rangers were in a condescending position, and these heavily armored dwarves were almost hard against the bone arrows of the undead rangers, pulling out those dangerous positions one by one.

In the cold sky, the roaring griffin knights threw the alchemy bombs in their hands into the sea of the undead below, and the dwarf flying machines that were slower but pretended to be the latest cannons also followed the griffin knights, launching wave after wave of dive shots at the black undead fortress.

In the raging storm of bullets mixed with Goguang bullets, there was no battlefield where the undead crowmen occupied the sky, and soon the dwarves completely controlled the air supremacy, and for a while, in the fire of the alchemy bombs, the dwarves' army offensive became more and more ferocious, and it was obvious that they had already played with momentum. The fear of the undead has been erased little by little in the increasingly obvious victory.

And the move of attacking from three directions at the same time diverted the undead of this fortress to three battlefields, and this move was very effective, greatly relieving the frontal troops of the pressure, and quickly cleared the undead who were struggling to move forward on the snow in front of them with a large advantage.

"You see, as long as we're ready for twelve points, they're not tough to deal with!"

Muradin, riding on his own armoured war sheep and observing the battlefield. Brass Whiskers slammed his hammer and tomahawk into the air, sparks flew everywhere, and the heroic assault of the soldiers ignited the fire in the brave warrior's heart, and he couldn't wait to kill all sides.

"Don't worry, Muradin, it's not time yet."

Danas. With the help of the powerful eagle eye technique that Romans had applied to him, Thorbain kept observing the center of the undead fortress, and just as the dwarves' steam tanks destroyed all the psychic towers in front of him, and were about to approach the outermost defense line of the fortress, some death knights suddenly rushed out of several large buildings inside the fortress that had not moved.

Their appearance made the subordinate undead on the battlefield who had become chaotic because of the loss of the commander regain the order, and the undead infantry who were divided and annihilated began to break through in all directions, this scene made the commander immediately draw his weapon, he looked back at the elven ** division behind him who had been maintaining the teleportation circle, Danas shouted:

"Get us in! Romans, behind those high-ranking knights, let's take them by surprise! ”

"Buzz"

The teleportation array glowing with a blue halo was infused with a lot of magic at this moment, and the singularity of the precise spatial positioning forcibly tore the spatial anchor inside the undead fortress at this moment, and a large scattered portal appeared, and the paladins who had been ready for a long time, led by the three commanders, rushed into the shaky portal in front of them with a charging attitude.

The next moment, the chaotic sound of horses' hooves sounded behind the high-ranking knights who rushed out of the barracks, this sudden situation made the high-level death knights have no time to react at all, they could only watch the knights shining with scorching golden light, brutally stabbing into their battle formation like a war knife, the scorching holy light and the cold death collided violently at this moment, just like Mars hitting the earth.

The friction between the Holy Light and the energy of death brought a sound of implosion, lifting the frozen ground on the ground, and in the roar of the war horse, the great knight Da Sohan, who is known for his strength, frantically picked up the war hammer in his hand, and smashed the heads of one death knight after another in the sincerity of shouting the Holy Light scriptures.

In the first Great Knight, Saidan. Da Sohan's reputation is not as famous as Uther, Fordin, and Tulayan, but this does not mean that he is weak, but the character of this paladin determines that he does not like to show his head, but the disaster of the Stormwind Kingdom shocked him, and Da Sohan felt that he could not abandon his mission given by the Light, so he took the initiative to invite Ying to come to this battlefield.

Not only to prove the victory and greatness of the Light, but also to his old friend, Berval, who died at the hands of Tyrion. Revenge of the Vortagen!

This is divine revenge! No one can stop you!

"Evil! Repent! ”

"Bang"

The last Death Knight's twin swords to block the Warhammer were shattered, and even the armor with him was smashed through by the Warhammer wrapped in Holy Light, and the death horse under the crotch of the High Knight was devoured and purified in the eruption of Holy Light's Fury, and the moment the fleeting Holy Light dimmed, Dasohan jumped down from his horse and walked in front of the Death Knight who was struggling to get up.

Beneath the silver, fully covered helmet, there was no mercy in Da Sohan's eyes.

He looked at the death knight in front of him, and an irrepressible disgust rose inside him, and he raised the hammer and slammed it down.

"Bang"

Like the sound of a watermelon being broken, Da Sohan turned his head, behind him, the paladins who had executed a perfect raid had broken up the formation of the death knights, and after realizing that they had been ambushed, these knights with almost complete thinking did not fight to the death here, but fled in all directions, and the paladins chased after them, and on the outer battlefield, the lower undead who had just regrouped became chaotic again.

"There's something in this fortress!"

In the perception of the Holy Light, Da Sohan frowned and looked at the dead and silent tower of the undead behind him, this is the most central building of this fortress, and there is a huge dark force in it, he feels it.

"Don't try to run!"

Behind him, Muradin roared and swung his axe, smashing a death knight off his horse, he jumped from the spot like a cannonball, grabbed the war hammer with both hands, and smashed it accurately on the fleeing death knight, and between the splatters of flesh and blood, Muradin kicked the severed head into the air, and then turned his head and looked at Da Sohan:

"What did you say?"

"There's something in that tower, a terrible darkness, that should be the commander of this legion."

Da Sohan took the hammer and walked briskly to the enclosed tower, with Muradin close behind him.

"Bang"

The paladin kicked open the door, and the rough opening of the door made the candle flame flutter in the dark hall, and in the shadows, Dasohan saw the Death Lord Iriel, who was sitting on a chair, clutching a whetstone and repairing his sword, and the Hoof Sister just raised her head, glanced at him, and then set her eyes on the sacred deed hanging from the armor on Dasuohan's chest.

"Hey, I've seen a collection like yours."

Irel threw away the whetstone and inserted the Draenei-style necromantic longsword back into its scabbard, and between the clash of black armor, she grabbed the black crystal warhammer beside her, tilted her head, flicked her tail, and looked at Da Sohan and his sacred covenant in front of her:

"I've always wanted one too!"

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability to do it."

Dassaulthan could tell who she was from the heavy power emanating from Iriel's body, and the Grand Knight took a deep breath, and the dazzling light began to linger on Daxohan's body, making him look like an eternal guardian of light at the entrance to the dark hell.

"2 against 1, little girl, old Muradin will say, you are doomed!"

Muradin stepped forward and stood at Da Sohan's feet, the mighty dwarven warrior clutching his battle axe and hammer, and he looked at the little tail wagging behind Iriel, who stole a glance at Da Sohan, and then coughed lightly:

"But you're lucky, now, lay down your arms! Old Muradin does not beat women. ”

"No, no, no, the golden beard spirit..."

Irel held the crystal hammer in the palm of her hand, and in a teasing tone, she said earnestly to Muradin:

"Luckily you, like you, I also have my own bottom line, I don't hit those disabled people who are much shorter than me... But my companion doesn't have that concern, and you're wrong..."

"Buzz"

The figure of the crow emerged in the darkness of the fortress, two dark golden winged blades caught in his claws, and at the edge of the stairs on the second floor, Roglio, who had drawn his war bow, also aimed the deadly bone arrows in his hand at the two intruders below.

"3 on 2... Nope."

Irel was adorned with black armor, her demon-like tail wagged again, and in the darkness, her right eye was still blood-red, but her left eye had turned as deep blue as ice, as if two voices sounded at the same time:

"4 against 2, and even if you lay down your arms, we'll be the same... Kill you! ”

Da Sohan lowered his head and looked at Muradin, and after a few moments, both men simultaneously raised their weapons and pounced on their opponents in front of them.

"Boom"

Completely different and huge forces erupted in this small tower, and the collision of such forces made the stone tower emitted a mournful sound, and the whistling sound spread all over the battlefield in an instant.

"What's going on? What's going on here? ”

Danas, who commands the paladins in the fortress to hunt down the high-ranking death knights. Torbain tightened the reins of his horse, looked back at the crumbling tower in the center of the fortress, and roared:

"Where are Dassohan and Muradin! Has anyone seen them? ”

"I've seen it!"

A low, hollow voice rang out above Danas's head, and the general looked up to see Tyrion in black armor and a scarlet cloak above the ruins of the barracks destroyed by the whistling cannonballs. Dawnblade was looking at him with an indifferent gaze, and still answering his questions.

"I saw your friends, those brave warriors who fought for justice and light, just now..."

"Buzz"

The figure of the King of the Dark Blades disappeared into the ruins of gunsmoke, and when he reappeared, he stood directly in front of Danas, and behind him, there was a blood-red line on the bodies of the four paladins who had just raised their weapons, and the moon-shaped sword blade in Tyrion's hand was still dripping blood.

He raised his head and swung a sword in his hand, and the dark blade was thrown from the blade, cutting off a flying machine that soared into the sky, and in the explosion of flames, the corpse of the paladin behind him smashed to the ground, and more paladins reacted to the explosion in the sky, roaring and rushing towards him.

Tyrion looked at Danas as he clenched his weapon in front of him. Torbain, ignoring the charging paladins behind him, lowered his voice as if telling a secret:

"They, like you, stand at the gates of hell..."