"Arthas, don't risk it!"

When Alsace returned to the fortress, Liam began to admonish him:

"No one knows what the situation is on the front line, in case of the worst, you rush over with tens of thousands of troops, you can only increase casualties!"

"Then we're just going to look at it?"

Arthas frowned, he looked back at the pit bugs outside the sand that had basically been forced back by the mines, those inferior insects completely lost their command after the leader fled, and under the lure of the brave knights, it was easy to step into the minefield that had just been planted, and then be blown apart.

The goblins provided an additional simple and inexpensive weapon that unexpectedly showed to be a super trial type, and it was perfect for defending against the sheer number of biters.

"General Santis has just sent a message asking for help, which proves that the front-line legions are still resisting stubbornly, look at the fortresses in the rear have become like this, the situation on the front line must be worse, we can't just give up those warriors!"

Alsace stubbornly said:

"What's more, the Seventh Legion is also trapped in it, it is the strongest legion of the Empire, as well as the infantry of the Empire, it is reasonable that we can't sit idly by and watch all this happen!"

"Nope! You misunderstood me. ”

Young Liam hastened to explain:

"I'm not saying that you're going to come to the rescue, I mean, we're going to wait for the Limblin troops from Angolo Logistics Base to come and take over the fortress, and then I'll go with you... Do you understand? Whether it's supporting the retreat of the front line, or trying to find a way to join the front line legions, you need a legion with full combat effectiveness, not a makeshift patchwork..."

"Drop!"

The conversation between the two was interrupted by a sharp voice, Arthas turned around, picked up the special communication stone, and the next moment, the voice of the Patriarch Moyana came from it:

"Here we are, ladies and gentlemen, to hold up the magical enchantment of the fortress! The first round of covered shelling is coming! ”

After saying that, the Patriarch's voice fell silent, Arthas and Liam glanced at each other, and both saw the confusion in each other's eyes, they knew that in the Angolo Crater, the Blightburners had evoked an army of plants, but due to the harsh environment of the Great Desert, this army could only be used as an assault force when necessary, but they had never heard of it, the Blightcasters had a full artillery...

But out of trust in the Patriarch, after a few moments, the natural barrier of the Cenarion Fortress was propped up, this thing is different from the human magic barrier, when the barrier is opened, it is not the magic to protect the building, but the plants buried in the various nodes of the fortress are induced, just like the fast-growing shade, those solid, special, natural magic oak trees grow rapidly, as if the sky is closed, protecting the entire huge fortress.

Two minutes after the natural barrier opened, at the observation post, Arthas used his telescope to see a green army marching rapidly in the desert, those tall progenitor thorn beasts, rows of forest spirits with war spears, some tall velociraptors domesticated by the withering druids, and even a few demon tyrannosaurs with steel armor, walking and shaking.

But at the forefront of the Rinel's army, there was a legion that Arthas had never seen before, humanoid from a distance, wearing uniform black armor, much like the Grimbladed Undead on the other side of the sea, but Arthas was sure that it was not the undead.

"Boom, boom, boom"

Nearly a kilometer away from the fortress, this army was also discovered by the great insect tide that surrounded the fortress on all sides, and the fierce Qilian insects and the huge number of Qila workers immediately separated into a black "tributary", and in the noise of insects, quickly rushed towards the legion that was being lined up, but the moment they stepped into an invisible border, the sound of thunderous artillery fire resounded in the sky.

The sound of the cannon was completely different from the sound of the guns currently used by the Empire, and the shells fired by the propelled artillery were even more different from the solid bullets or grenades used by the Empire, which were cone-shaped...

Arthas could clearly see in the telescope that a sharp cannonball whizzed into the sky, cutting a perfect arc in the air, and then turned around and plunged into the swarm below, however, before it could touch the ground, the strange cannonball exploded prematurely, and the wave of air that exploded above the swarm swept the bugs away, and in the rising flames, smaller cannonballs were smashed into the covered area below.

A real flowering bomb... Each shell that smashed into the swarm could clear an area within a radius of several hundred meters, and this extraordinary lethal effect was stronger than that of the artillery of the Human Empire.

And the number of artillery pieces that this unit has is also extremely staggering ... From the Alsace perspective, at least 300 guns were fired at the same time.

The swift and powerful explosion completely stunned the Bugmen, who had been fighting with the Coalition in the past few months, and had adapted to the Coalition's artillery offensive, and the Bugs were able to continue their charge despite huge casualties, but this wave, no... The lethality of the specially made shells was so amazing that the "tributaries" of the swarm had already been smashed between the two explosions.

As a result, the Zerg besieging the fortress had to divide more biters to deal with the strange army that had begun to accelerate.

Moyana stood atop the head of a tall demonic tyrannosaurus, the withering archpatriarch holding a thornwood cane, spreading her hands like a spellcaster, the desert wind blowing her long white hair, and in the chanting of obscure natural spells, a rare, massive, violent force of nature swept through Moyana's body like an invisible gust of wind across the desert in front of her.

In the tooth-aching click, in the stunned gaze of everyone in the fortress, the dark green almost black vines rushed up from under the desert where vegetation could not be born, like patches of wildly waving plant tentacles, the Patriarch single-handedly evoked nearly a thousand vines, the skin of those vines was covered with sharp barbs, they pierced into the bodies of those rolled up insects, and sucked the liquid from the bodies of these evil beings.

And after these vines have absorbed enough liquid, some more terrifying monsters appear on the sand, it is like a huge flower, with the tentacles of the vines to help move, and behind the blood-red buds, there is a hideous and intertwined disgusting vine, which looks like the "body" of this monster, and the center of the occasional open flower is a touch of staggered sharp teeth that make people's scalp tingle, it is like the face of this monster...

These newborn man-eating flowers are so hungry that the moment they crawl out of the sand, they open their mouths and swallow the surrounding bugs along with the dry gravel, these piranhas are so hungry that they can swallow a dozen bugs at a time, and even if their bodies are torn open by the bugs, the corrosive "blood" wrapped in the huge stomach pouch will scatter like a cannonball explosion, corroding any bugs that come into contact with the liquid.

This is the first time these rampaging plants have appeared in Kalimdor, but in the dense forests of the Thorn Valley on the eastern continent, the blood-sucking vines and gluttonous man-eating flowers are the most creepy of the creatures.

The scene of demons dancing in front of him made the timid soldiers turn their heads, and the terrifying sight of those ferocious insects being strangled by vines was enough to make people shiver in every nightmare, this is a rampaging plant, representing the other side of nature.

And this terrifying vine is only the vanguard of the army of plants engulfing everything...

"Rush!"

The harvest wizard Oult stood on a gravel stone, the wooden scythe in his hand swung forward violently, and the Ancestor Thorn Beast, who had long been unable to bear the lack of water and drought, flattened the huge war spear in his hand, and in a roar like a mammoth, the top war machines of these witherers began to run wildly on the sand, and the scene of monsters weighing several tons charging together was terrifying, and even the soldiers who were far away in the fortress could feel the tremor of the earth.

And in the face of the ancestral thorn beasts that charged in clusters and the forest spirit warriors riding behind them, the insects who barely rushed out of the vine wrap didn't have time to adjust their battle line, and they had to face the savage trampling of the thorn beasts.

What's more, after the thorn beast, there is a whole army that is ready to go.

But under the order of the insect priest in this place, the insects could not resist, they hissed and rushed towards the plant army in front of them with a suicidal charge in the posture of drowning everything in the past, between the vast yellow sand, the two armies collided fiercely, and the next moment, the sea of insects was easily broken by the ancestor thorn beast.

These are plants... Their sense of pain is more meager than that of flesh and blood, they have little fear in their hearts, and the biting and fragmentation that the insects are good at are nothing to mention to plants, and these armies spawned from plants can survive for very short in the desert, in other words, the Blightcaster Druids have no intention of keeping this plant army for too long.

They are cannon fodder... But it is more powerful and ferocious than the cannon fodder of bugs.

"Huh"

The gray sword was lowered into its scabbard, and the hooded Varian looked at the swarm that had been completely suppressed by the thorn beasts and forest spirits, and he shrugged his shoulders and greeted the heavily armed orc Broedy beside him. Blood Fist Says:

"It seems that we don't need to go to war..."

Some of the restless orcs with shotguns, staggered tomahawks and heavy shields, and red headbands on their foreheads pouted:

"Really? That's really disappointing. ”

Varian didn't care about the belligerence of his companions, as it stands, he needed these belligerent warriors, but his battlefield was obviously not here, and Varian, who had reached Angolo Crater after a long journey, heard what had happened in the Cenarion Fortress, so he set out with Patriarch Moyana, and behind the Forester Legion was the Varian Legion.

He called it... Legion of Blood Fangs.

"Lord Darius."

Varian turned his head and looked behind him at the indifferent middle-aged man on his horse, wearing armor and carrying a shotgun and a heavy axe, and he whispered:

"Let's get the soldiers up to speed, we don't have much time to rest in the fortress, I need every soldier to be in the best shape to join the battlefield. Can this be done? ”

Faced with Varian's problem, the former Grand Duke of the North of Gilneth and now the Legion of the Blood Fangs, Darius. Crowley nodded calmly, his gray eyes staring at the insects who were being slaughtered by the Forest Spirit Legion, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"If it's just such an opponent... Not even the lowliest, third-class soldiers in the Bloodfang Legion, will be afraid..."

"Good!"

Varian nodded, then looked into the distance and slowly opened the Cenarion Fortress of the Natural Enchantment, he let out a long sigh and whispered:

"So, let's go into town... Meet our old friends. ”

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"Thank you for your timely support, Patriarch."

After the Blightcaller druids entered the fortress, they saw the legions ready to go, and the two kings in full armor, Arthas hugged his helmet and thanked the Patriarch and said:

"Your arrival has given us no worries, the front-line legions are trapped in the ruins of Chila, we must save them as quickly as possible, I won't say anything superfluous... In short, the defense of the fortress will be left to you. ”

"Well, I understand the anxiety of the current situation, go in peace, Your Majesty Arthas."

The Patriarch also heard from his father about the upheaval on the front line, the loss of the wilderness demigod Agamagan was an unexpected thing for the front line legion, and now that it has fallen into the encirclement of the worms, how to safely withdraw the front line army is the most important matter.

But the Patriarch did not forget her other task, she turned her body sideways, letting go of the hooded man who followed behind her, and the moment she saw the hooded man with the gray sword on his back, Arthas felt a strange emotion.

He knows him! Surely he knew, and he was definitely a very important man to him, and His Majesty Liam, who was standing beside Arthas, was attracted by the soldier who followed behind the hooded man.

"You are..."

"Huh"

Varian reached out and lifted his hood, revealing his battered face, the scars of the knives in the corners of his eyes, the battle marks on his face, and the eyes that burned like flames.

The childhood brother met again, leaving Arthas speechless for a while, the helmet he was holding in his arms fell to the ground, he looked at the man smiling at him in disbelief, and the next moment, Arthas, like a child, stepped forward and gave Varian a fierce, warm hug.

"Welcome home... Brother..."

These were the most sincere words the young king could utter, and Varian felt a little with emotion, and he reached out and patted Arthas on the back, and said:

"It's been a long time, but now, we... It's time to go to war, brother. ”