The fifteen-meter-high city wall is the limit of what the Alliance's engineering team can achieve in a short period of time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoEven if cement is better than the old stone brick walls, there are still various load-bearing and foundation problems.

Mograini was well aware that if it had been an alliance fifteen years ago, the Brethren would have had to rely on a five- or six-meter-high wooden fence to fend off the Burning Legion.

However, reinforced concrete or something, it is okay to use it to block zombies and ghouls. In the face of this kind of big demon who is eight or nine meters tall just by standing, it is simply a joke with his own life.

Not to mention, it's just a bit like a dragonman's Abyss Lord.

If he is not stopped before he reaches the city walls, the three thousand Alliance soldiers on the walls are dead.

"Help!" Mograini ordered.

Suddenly, the magic message, the trumpet on behalf of the powerful enemy and the call for help, and the most traditional horseback message were launched at the same time, and all that was needed was insurance.

"Huh?" The powerhouses of the Alliance and the Horde were aware of the danger in almost no particular order.

Thrall, who had just rested after entering the third layer of the wall, frowned, not only the reaction of the Alliance warriors, but also the keen perception of the shock coming from the distant land. Although not yet officially a shaman, Sal's natural talent is unmatched.

"Let's go up to the city wall and have a look. Leaving Varok to watch the troops, Salton led the chiefs of Kane, Grom, and Woking, as well as a group of guards, up the third layer of the wall.

The huge and terrifying figure in the distance immediately caught the eyes of the powerful people of the tribe.

"Hmph!" Gromden remembered the humiliation of being fooled, looking at the figure that closely resembled Manolos.

On the fifth floor of the city wall, Kael'thas, who had been pretending to be calm, was originally sipping black tea elegantly. Suddenly, his long golden eyebrows twitched, and his gentle temperament changed at that time, becoming eager and full of warlike intent.

He is no longer a noble elven prince, and he can handle the change of identity calmly. Because this is the sin he has done for the sake of his family.

For him, that kneeling before the court of the Sun-Seeking King had repaid all the nurturing grace of his father, King Anastrian.

All that's left is to wash away the shame of the Scourge Legion that once fell to him.

In the past few days, he has been stared at a lot.

Everywhere he went, there were blood elves who had once been his countrymen, either explicitly or implicitly.

Thanks to Duke's effective guidance, and even his suppression in private, the entire alliance is still kind to him and his followers.

There was no deliberate difficulty and oppression, nor did they be used as cannon fodder or to complete impossible tasks.

It was precisely because of the fairness of the alliance that he was more eager to atone for his sins.

Playing against the Burning Legion at Mount Hyjal was the stage he Kael'thas had been waiting for!

Right!

Only the demonic blood of the Burning Legion can wash away his stigma.

I, Kael'thas* Sunstrider, have never truly betrayed my people, and even if I can no longer be a hero, I must at least be a man who can walk proudly on the land of Azeroth.

The moment he received the magic message, Kael'thas had a divine light of hope and longing in his eyes.

"It's time for us to play the atonements! The strong men of the Alliance and the Horde are already on the front line, how can we fall behind!?"

"Yes, Your Highness!" the hardcore followers of Carbonia, Solan Lian, Saladre, and Sagunar all stood upright, their chests and bellies, and gazed feverishly at their most respected prince.

Even if the world deprives Kael'thas of his noble status, in their hearts, Kael'thas will always be their prince.

When Kael'thas arrived through the portal, the walls were already filled with the powerhouses of the Alliance and the Horde.

In the distance, the winding mountain road, with cliffs on the left, Tulayan pointed to the huge figure that was moving quickly along the winding mountain road, and said in a tone of adoration:

"According to the information that Lord Marcus, the commander of the Alliance, snatched back at the risk of his life, that giant demon in half-dragon and half-human form is the Abyss Lord Azgalor! ”

"What an abyss lord, it's not my axe!" After playing guerrilla warfare for more than ten years, Grom also had to learn the lingua franca of mankind, and then seemed to have learned what it meant to be forced.

Mograini pointed to the large number of demon guards beside Azgalor who were also around five meters tall: "If you can rush to that fat man and kill him in the protection of so many demon guards, then I will obey you." ”

Grom's face flushed.

Thrall grabbed Grom and spoke in an orc language: "Without Duke to save you, you would have died." For Duke's sake, don't argue with his men. It's a man who is superior on the battlefield!"

"Humph!" Grom snorted.

Tulayan coughed and continued, "According to the intelligence, those are all elite demon guards, and unless they are strong people who have stepped into the hero realm, or mysterious people of the Radiant Moon level or above, they cannot effectively kill or injure them. ”

Sal asked, "Your cannons won't work either?"

Suddenly, a rude and grandiose voice popped up next to Sal's lap: "Okay, you dwarf won't be here!"

Thrall was startled, and only then did he notice a dwarf not far away.

This was not to blame Thrall, the region of Lordaeron where he grew up had never been the territory of the dwarves. Even he had only officially seen a large number of dwarves since he arrived at Mount Hyjal. He wasn't used to it yet.

Facing the giants of the tribe looking down, Bryan Copperbeard was even more unhappy: "What do you see, and then see believe it or not, the dwarf will give you a shot!"

The giants of the tribe shouted in unison: "Hmph!"

Tulayan rubbed his eyebrows and begged himself: I still don't have enough prestige to suppress these fierce generals!

He could only talk to the mud, pretending not to see their contradictions: "Then, the cover work will be handed over to His Majesty Prodmore and the other five." ”

Gianna, Ronin, Kael'thas and his two followers bowed lightly in unison.

As time passed, Azgalor and his men finally crossed the first wall. Standing on top of the first wall, Azgalor slashed his sword at a nearby fortress.

The epee is not too sharp, but the combination of weight and strength is a terrifying destructive force unimaginable to mortals.

The huge double-headed heavy sword was like chopping an oversized piece of tofu, easily slashing a fortress made of reinforced concrete and concrete.

The cracking of steel bars and the cracking of cement can be heard clearly even on the second wall two hundred meters away.

Every coalition soldier breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.