The Burning Legion is coming!

With the amazing momentum of the raging waves. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Even the most imaginative coalition fighters never imagined that the first wave of the Burning Legion's offensive would be like this.

Without the urging of the druids, the giant trees surrounding the camp at the foot of the mountain are rapidly withering. The giant tree that was once hugged by several people did not fall apart at the touch of a dry bark, but it clearly lost its strong and vivid vitality.

Originally, the orcs wanted to cut down all this wood and put it in front of the first line of defense of the mountainside camp to use it as antlers, build an arrow tower or something, but at Duke's insistence, all the orcs had withdrawn to the mountainside camp in Hyjal, leaving only a few two thousand elves to monitor and delay the enemy near the peaks on both sides.

Suddenly, there was a loud rumbling sound underground.

It was the sound of some huge tide tumbling and rushing.

Every Night Elf and Blood Elf looked at each other, and neither knew what was going to happen.

But out of insurance, Tyrande's deputy, Melander, and Lilath, the commander of the front-line Blood Elf Ranger team, ordered them to climb over the hill and hide behind the mountain, leaving a dozen or so people to continue to monitor.

Sure enough, three minutes later, the enemy appeared.

It's a spectacular super fountain. Enveloped in an indescribable black slurry, thousands of undead were sprayed directly into the sky from the ground, scattering in all directions with black droplets.

Once again, the already dilapidated tribal camp was ravaged. The undead, large and small, after being sprayed into the sky, accelerated down again under the action of gravitational acceleration, and fell everywhere in a ping-pong manner.

The smallest were half-cut zombies, the larger ones had ghouls, and the largest were tonnage stitch abominations, and these lifeless monsters, with little intelligence to speak of, were attacking the buildings around them before they even got up.

Presented to the elves and the few troll scouts was a mad army of the undead, gnawing at the wooden towers with their broken teeth, slashing at half-broken orc walls with rusty machetes, and wooden walls of the camp with huge arms.

The black fountain continued to gush, spraying more undead troops all over the abandoned camp without paying for money.

In the distance, a black cloud suddenly floated in, it was thousands of gargoyles, and there were many huge death ice dragons with white bones and frozen breath.

Dust was thrown up on the earth, and it was a mixed army of undead and demons in 100,000 units.

At this moment, the tribal bigwigs such as Sal and Woking, who had retreated to the mountainside, all turned black.

If it weren't for Duke's repeated insistence that they should evacuate, and they really continued to hold on at the foot of the mountain, it is estimated that total destruction would be their only end.

There are zombies inside that continue to break through in the center, thousands of enemy flying troops are entangled, and there are large armies pressing the territory outside. It is estimated that the remaining 20,000 or 30,000 tribal elites will all be explained here.

Thrall hurriedly summoned a Night Elf priestess in charge of communication, and he pointed to the live broadcast in the magic mirror: "What if the Hyjal defense line continues to be burrowed by large bugs?"

The priestess puffed out her chest and spoke a human lingua franca that she was not fluent in: "Don't be afraid, Mount Hyjal is a holy mountain, blessed by the magic of the Night Elves for ten thousand years. The mountain itself is extremely impenetrable, and if there are no more large bugs of the previous level, we don't need to worry about attacks from underground. ”

"What if there's any!?" Sal emphasized.

The Night Elf shook his head: "According to His Excellency Marcus, the commander of the Alliance, that big worm called Oro, even under the hands of the four ancient gods of Azeroth, there is only one. ”

"What if the enemy's air force flies directly to the top of the mountain?"

The priestess was very sure: "The Holy Mountain has a powerful forbidden sky magic array, and all beings more than 300 yards above the ground will be attacked by the Sun Mage level all the time. Even a demigod can't withstand such an attack. And after starting to go up the mountain, all but the main passage is a dead zone. ”

Thrall finally relented a little, so that the only thing to defend was the front.

Just then, Thrall saw the elves in front of him begin to evacuate. Because of the terrain, the army of the undead looks very turbulent, but it is always some distance away from the elves.

The area within 200 meters behind the elven troops is the absolute death zone.

The elves are deftly running through the mountains and woodlands, and from time to time they turn around gracefully and turn around with an arrow, shooting the zombies or ghouls who rush at the front directly to the head.

The elves fought and retreated, and arrows rained down, but they still couldn't stop the tide of zombies in tens of thousands.

Here it comes!

Sal Gao raised the [Hammer of Destruction] in his hand: "Prepare for battle!"

After coordination, the first and second walls of the mountainside were ceded by the alliance and defended by the tribes.

Thrall's shout immediately caused the entire valley to echo with the tribe's characteristic war cry: "Lok-tar!"

Not long ago, they lost their camp in a bit of nonsense, and the orc warriors were full of anger in their chests, and they raised their steel battle axes and hammers that had been baptized with holy water, and let out a roar full of war.

At this time, the black tide is very close.

"Cover fire! No. 1 shoot Zhu Yuan - fire!" Behind the first wall, there were a full hundred dwarven mortar squads. The thick and round barrels immediately made a thunderous cannon sound.

"Bang bang bang!" Either way, the orcs had a hard time getting used to the somewhat dull sound coming from behind them, and some of the orcs even shrank their heads subconsciously.

But the dwarves' elite gunners aren't blown. The mortar shell flew into the air, drew a wonderful arc, and then flew further down the mountain. It happened to be two hundred meters behind the elven troops.

"Boom, boom!" Mortar shells of small caliber are enough to blow up weakly defended zombies and ghouls.

The dwarf's cover was so precise that Sal breathed a sigh of relief. Together with Woking, who was preparing to let the troll use the spear as a cover, he quietly put his hand down.

It's ironic to think about it, although they are of the same race, but the elves and trolls have been fighting for tens of thousands of years, how have they ever tried to cover each other like now?

When the last elven ranger rushed into the city gate at high speed, the twelve bull-headed warriors couldn't wait for the winch to slowly pull up the moat, and directly pulled the thick iron chain with brute force to pull the drawbridge up.

Looking at the seven huge horizontal ravines in front of the city wall with a depth of more than eight meters, blocking the entire mountain road like a tiger, Sal felt a tingling scalp. These are the masterpieces of dwarven steam bulldozers.

Luckily, it was a zombie who didn't know what fear was, and if he were to attack this place with an army of orcs, how many lives would it take to fill these ravines?