"Bang Bang"

The roar of the noisy machine gun is very harsh, just like the death heavy metal music that has not yet appeared in this world, which makes people's eardrums hurt, and it doesn't take more than ten minutes for the whole person to be deaf, plus the cannon that roars from time to time, the roar of the giant insect before death, the pain of the wounded, the struggle of the dying, or the sound of the volley explosion when the armed airship in the sky is attacked by the winged insects.

There is also the thick smoke of gunpowder on the large platform battlefield, the strange smell of blood mixed with the scorching breath, and the strong burst of hormones on the battle line, the minotaurs who are naked and holding machine guns at the insects and roaring, those equally crazy human artillerymen, those orcs who are fighting to the death, and the boar people and heavy infantry who have been almost completely wiped out.

All this, the noisy and impetuous battlefield picture, and the tireless and seemingly endless insects that poured onto the platform battlefield from all directions, all made Shantis. Hazuki felt a little uncomfortable.

In her memory, except for the terrible ancient battles she experienced when she was young, there seemed to be no such cruel battlefield in this world, and now, in this barren and desperate yellow sand, she suddenly returned to 10,000 years ago... At that time, she could only follow behind her mother, watching with horror as demons descended from the sky destroyed everything she knew.

And now, the mother is no longer around, and it's time for her to face it all on her own...

"Boom"

A red-hot cannonball slammed diagonally into the sea of insects churning in front of Santis, the round cannonball bouncing on the soft, bloodstained sand, with the excellent vision of the Night Elves, Santis could even see the image of the cannonball moving forward slowly, as if he could stop it in place with his hand, a worm officer did not know whether to live or die in front of the bouncing cannonball, it frantically waved the claw blades of both hands, as if trying to smash the cannonball away.

The next moment, the terrifying kinetic energy carried by the cannonball easily tore through its small half of its body, and then smashed into the swarm of insects behind it, plowing a passage full of blood and minced flesh in the dense insect.

The green bloodstains, the smell of cold death lapping on Santis's cheeks with the wind, the scorching breath brought General Hazuki back to her senses, her beautiful eyes became cold, she grabbed a black sniper rifle leaning on the armory box next to her, stood up from the observation position of the watchtower, and looked at the battlefield condescendingly.

In less than a second, Shogun Hazuki, who had locked onto his target, pulled the trigger suddenly, and with the support of the Night Elves' extraordinary shooting talent, a dazzling blood trail erupted from the red worm armor of the insect priest who was wildly waving black tentacles from 1,300 yards away.

The sturdy shell was dented inwards in front of the frantic rotating armor-piercing bullets, and pieces shattered, which startled the insect priest, and the evil creature subconsciously wanted to duck down and hide behind the cannon fodder, but at the moment of its short body, another bullet whistled and rushed over, completely piercing its ugly oval head.

The green blood stains rushed out of the sand, and the small half of the head of the noble Priest Qila was lifted open by a special bullet, and the body that was still twitching frightened the high-ranking Zerg people around him, especially those high-ranking Zerg Lords, who did not dare to show their heads at will, and the "raid behind enemy lines" that was brewing also ended up without illness because of the death of the Zerg Priest.

After completing a perfect ultra-long sniping and watching the bugs retreat, Santis sighed, she put aside the sniper rifle emitting gunsmoke in her hand, and the goblin craftsmen beside her immediately began to overhaul the rifle, and several wounded mages sat cross-legged behind the position, carving miniature magic arrays on the surfaces of the slender copper-shelled bullets.

It is impossible for ordinary bullets to penetrate the spiritual power shield of the Worm Priest, these deadly bullets shot by Santis were modified during the war, just love this gun, and it is also just modified by the best craftsmen of the goblins, and there are less than 20 armed airships left of the goblins, and they are currently landing on the large platform position, but fortunately, this platform is indeed large enough, just like a big village, not only to accommodate these airships, but also to accommodate all the coalition soldiers who escaped from the strangulation of the worms.

The 150,000 people who set off have lost nearly 60,000 in less than 2 hours of fierce fighting... And that's again with the advantage of the terrain.

Shantis. General Hazuki was also a little tired leaning on the green armory, her arms were already sore, and she couldn't even pull her eagle feather warbow, which is why she used a sniper rifle, although this thing was less accurate, but at least it was much easier than continuing to draw the bow and shoot arrows.

With some difficulty, the general picked up a water bladder from the side, and this action caused blood to ooze from the gauze wrapped around her abdomen, which was a "memorial" left by the other party when she killed a worm lord.

This is also the reason why Santis is in the "big rear" of the position, and she is now also a wounded.

Santis poured some cold water into his thirsty mouth, but did not swallow it, but held the water in his mouth, it was a headache to be trapped in the center of the ruins by an unknown number of insects, no one knew how long this large position could last, there was no shortage of food, but the water source was precious, although there were many mages hovering over the position in Dalaran who could make magic water, but that amount was still a drop in the bucket compared to the entire legion of the position.

In this desert, what happens when the water source is cut off, Santis, who has fought the battle of quicksand, knows better than anyone.

She gasped slightly, looking down at the underside of the sentry post, at the edge of the large platform by the druids and orc shamans spelled up a circle of makeshift "walls", covered with vampire vines summoned by the withers, even the fearless bugs were reluctant to approach these vicious plants, but those with ranged attack ability continued to spew their venom into the air, and then fell behind the walls, trying to kill and injure the coalition soldiers in this way.

But the less intelligent warriors had already died in the first wave of the Zermen's siege, and the rest were the elite, the tall minotaurs and the dwarf humans rested behind the walls, exchanging tobacco and supplies with each other, and some of the heartless ones let out a loud laugh from time to time, and the brutal battle made these warriors of different races quickly forge deep friendships.

Santis saw a human with gauze wrapped around his head hand handing a half-smoked cigar to a wounded minotaur beside him, who held the tiny cigar in his huge palm, put it in his mouth and took a puff, and then handed the cigar butt to the sleepy orc wounded soldier on the other side, and in the smoke of the smoke, these tired soldiers were seizing every minute and every second to rest.

It's not that the bugs can't get in, they just put the direction of the main attack on the other side of the platform... It is the entrance to the temple of Qila, where the battle is fiercest.

Thinking of this, Santis couldn't help but turn her head to look at the other side of the position, the elf's excellent vision made it easy for her to see the other end of the large platform while sitting on the makeshift watchtower.

Compared to the fighting there, the area where the wounded soldier Santis is located is already "peaceful".

"Bang"

Cold-looking, Bloxs threw the shriveled head of an insect lord at the back of the position, and the old orc swung his shoulders and threw aside his weapon stained with green blood and minced insect flesh, and sat on top of the makeshift position made of sandbags and armament boxes, not caring about the wingworm raid from the sky.

In the chaotic battlefield where the man was on his back, Brooks was like a leisurely old man, picking up a piece of jerky from the side and biting on it while looking at the battlefield in front of him.

He had just completed a counter-offensive with the orcs, humans, and elves, and with the support of the Blightcaller Druids, they drove out the wormmen who had broken the "walls" and rushed into position, but when they went, there were 3,000 men, and there were less than 700 people left who could follow Blox back to their positions.

Rao is an old orc who has lived on the battlefield all his life, and is accustomed to seeing dead people, is also shocked by this kind of battle loss ratio, according to the experience of the orc army, the battle loss ratio has reached this level, the army has long been defeated, except for the undead who are not terrifying at all and those crazy and crazy believers, there is no army in this world that can grit its teeth and fight after suffering such huge losses.

It is said that the humans on the battlefield in the northern frontier did it... But Brooks knew that it was an accident, a military miracle that the human emperor Lothar had worked so hard to achieve... Even Lothar himself died in that battle.

But right now, Brooks and the coalition warriors have also achieved this "miracle", but the old orc knows that it is also accidental.

Although the soldiers of every clan advertise the pursuit of iron will, but people with few brains know that the will that flesh and blood can carry is limited, even if the strongest person witnesses such a cruel war, there will always be a time to collapse, in fact, if it were not for the coalition army equipped with a large number of firearms that can effectively suppress insects, according to the scale of the sea of insects with more than a million insects in front of them, the morale of the coalition army would have collapsed long ago.

Even the most stupid boar people know what happens when they fall into the hands of the insects, in this desperate situation where they can only die in battle or be eaten, there is no third option for the soldiers, gritting their teeth and fighting may still have a way to live, and if the spirit is defeated, it can only become a meal for the insects.

"Phew!"

The old orc took a sip of saliva, he took a bag of water, drank it with a grunt, then wiped his mouth, picked up a bag of black grenades from the open ammunition box next to him, and then carried the axe and walked to the battle line again.

Calls for help to the rear have been sent, but when reinforcements from the rear will arrive is a question, and until they come, there is only one thing left for everyone trapped here to do...

That's insecticide!

"Wow"

At the front of the battle line, in the compliment of a wanton sweep of dark vines, nearly a hundred Blightcaster druids are undertaking the mission of resisting the sea of insects at the forefront, the most conspicuous of which is a super-large nightmare scorpion, this beast in wooden armor and with a sturdy shell faces those rolling insects, and the giant claws on the left and right are swept wildly, almost without breathing.

But this scorpion is not the Deer Helm himself, but another Great Druid of the Blightburner, the Harvest Wizard Oort, the disciple of the Deer Helm.

Each swing of the giant claw can lift the tumbling insects out of the way, and beside him, there are also smaller scorpion druids, some giant boars in wooden armor roaming back and forth among the insects, and some old-fashioned ones transform into giant bears, but also wear sturdy wooden armor, which is a combat form strengthened by the forces of nature, which can provide the druids with more protection.

With the help of this group of powerful beasts, the front line of the coalition forces has not yet collapsed, and the druids have always been known for their hard work, and they can last longer than others in such battles with natural energy surging in their bodies.

Behind the battle line of the druids, there were warriors of all races, and some even rode behind the druids, mounted heavy flamethrowers and machine guns on the huge bodies of the druids, and frantically vented their fire on the sea of worms.

In this case, even the most elegant elves became indistinguishable from the orcs, and on the wooden carts pulled by the wildebeests, the elves operated the grinder muskets, and in between staggered shots, they used a net of fire to keep the tumbling insects out of their positions, but this also made them the target of the winged insects that whizzed by in the sky.

At the moment when Brooks returned to the battlefield, just in time for another wave of wingworms whistling down from the sky, the elven archers standing at the position of the position returned fire with their horned eagle bows, but the bugs they shot down could not weaken the impact of the wingworms at all, an unlucky elf was caught by the wingworms in the middle of the struggle, and her companion did not have time to grieve, so she jumped into the carriage and took the position of the heavy, and in less than 1 second, the grinder's fire was turned on again.

On the floating island of Dalaran above the position, seeing the winged insects attacking, the warlocks who stayed behind took another risk to summon the demons, and between the dark green sky rolling, those winged demons roared and rushed towards the swarm of insects in the sky.

The destroyers of the two kinds of life were entwined and fought back and forth in the air, and the demons were not afraid of the numerical superiority of the insects at all, and for a while, the winged insects in the sky were also disrupted by the demons, but the magic power of the warlocks was not unlimited, not to mention that if the demon gate was opened at the same coordinate many times in a short period of time, it was easy to be targeted by the demon army in the twisted void.

"Phew!"

Brooks raised his knife and slashed the head of the insect that pounced on him into four pieces, and just as the orc picked up the grenade and was about to throw it out, a flash of golden light that almost illuminated the sky for half the sky lit up in the corner of his eye, making the orc can't help but want to look beyond the sea of insects, and at the same time, the sound of rumbling artillery fire came from afar.

The orc snapped for a moment, and he quickly pulled the binoculars out of his belt, kicked a worm that crawled out of the ground and attacked, and then pulled the telescope open, in which he clearly saw the scene of the whistling cannonball smashing into the swarm explosion from the end of the ruins.

"Reinforcements are coming..."

Brooks muttered to himself, and the next moment, the thunderous roar of the old orc resounded through the dunes that were gradually enveloped in despair:

"Keep fighting! Coalition soldiers! ”

"Our reinforcements are coming!"