Already preoccupied with their work, Tyrande and Malfurion were drawn to the terrifying sound and light of the projection mirror. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Both of their naturally slightly purple faces are now a little pale.

"Elune, are the Alliance's weapons so terrifying now?" Tyrande gasped, but she immediately patted her towering chest as if she was afraid, "Thankfully, it was smashed on the head of the Burning Legion." ”

Malfurion was more objective: "It's okay, this level of attack is far from enough to break through the magic array of Mount Hyjal. Moreover, the strength of the alliance is at least a good thing for us now. It's just that it reminds me of ......"

"Hmmm......"

The two Night Elf bosses were silent.

It's so similar!

As survivors of that horrific scene, they couldn't help but think of the explosion of the Well of Eternity 10,000 years ago.

At that time, there was only one continent of Kalimdor in the entire world of Azeroth.

At that time, the territory of the Troll Empire stretched across the continent, accounting for nearly 70% of the continent's area.

At that time, the civilization of the upper elves was extremely prosperous, and the power of Queen Azhara was overwhelming.

With that earth-shattering explosion, everything changed dramatically. The huge continent of Kalimdor was blown into three pieces (actually four, and the Night Elves thought Pandaria was gone). The Troll Empire Breakup is starting to weaken. The upper elves who advocated pulling the Burning Legion into Azeroth were exiled to the depths of the sea, cursed, and became the Naga they are today.

Thankfully, the heavy artillery fire brought back only bad memories of Tyrande and Malfurion......

Over there, on the giant island where the Burning Legion is located, the situation is very exciting.

At that moment, it was as if the entire island had been hit by a terrible earthquake. The wide ground near the edge of the island was swollen with huge folds, and the zombies who couldn't dodge all fell into the deep crevices and formed meatloaf. The towering pinnacles in front of the island, which had been converted into watchtowers, toppled like dominoes, affecting countless undead monsters.

"Attack, attack, rush ashore at once—" Reki ordered in a frustrated manner.

He understood that leaving the undead on the island would only make them targets and consumed meaninglessly. Even if the island hadn't fully washed up the shores of Azhara and thrown the undead into the sea, the fools would at least walk on the seabed and complete the landing.

Many zombies with missing arms and legs jumped into the sea on the orders of high-ranking lichs and necromancers.

In such a chaotic scene, only less than one percent of the front-line troops were evacuated. On the contrary, a large number of gargoyles rose into the air, and began to cause casualties to the Alliance.

The griffin legions only blocked most of them, and the dwarven knights' [Storm Hammer] also smashed many gargoyles into pieces of rubble and scattered them like heavenly maidens, and many gargoyles swooped down on the Alliance's position.

Every time they attack from the sky, they can always bring a bloody storm.

Or disembowel some poor worm.

Or take some even poorer creature into the air and fall it high and fall into the meat sauce.

Or maybe they themselves were unlucky enough to run into a paladin defending nearby, and were directly blown up by the [Hammer of Wrath].

"Bastard, wait for my troops to land......" Reki the Lich thought maliciously.

At this time, a large number of undead creatures poured ashore like a tidal wave.

The dwarven steam tank, which had just rushed into the pre-built tank trenches, began to fire.

"Open the cannon, open the cannon, it's the old antiques of thirteen years ago, anyway! Let them play the last of their residual heat! Hit me with all my might, and I won't be afraid to blow up!" Brian commanded loudly, his thunderous roar echoing through the entire frontline.

The old dwarven steam tank still uses an old rifled mortar with a thick barrel and close to the shot, but the power is still carried. Especially as a heroic weapon to end the Second Battle of the Dark Gate, it feels like this place is the final destination of these tanks, which adds a layer of special significance.

The dwarven gunners sweat and load their shells, firing with an efficiency that is close to the limits of the barrel. When these experienced gunners found that the barrel was overheating, they simply abandoned the tank and ran away. They climbed onto the minecart that had been prepared to be placed on the narrow rails on their short legs, shook the levers, and started the rickshaw to run away.

Reki Winter Cold is almost mad.

The million immortal army under his direct command lost thirty percent before he could engage the enemy. Because of the chaos caused by the sea tide and the pressure of the floating island, I lost another 10%.

As soon as they landed here, the despicable dwarves didn't care about the zombies and ghoul cannon fodder, and directly aimed at the few crypt demons and opened fire, blowing up those large spiders. And that's not all, the strikers were already rushing near the steel cannons, but the dwarfs ran faster than the rabbits with their pitifully short legs, and they didn't catch many people alive.

Without corpses, the Scourge Legion would not be able to snowball, and the damage would not be compensable.

Rekey * Winter Cold can already imagine that if Akmund, who was resting behind, knew that he would not have good fruit to eat.

He could only be ruthless, desperately pressing his own forces.

At this moment, the huge cannon sound that had been stopped for a long time and everyone thought that there would be no more suddenly rang out again.

Reki was stunned.

He would never have imagined why the huge cannon that could be used in five minutes for so long had stopped for so long, and it was actually Tulayan who personally ordered the [Little Duke Cannon] to adjust the firing of Zhu Yuan and aim at him in front of the island.

"Can the cannon kill the undead lich?" asked Tulayan's lieutenant.

"Probably not. But even a short period of paralysis of the Scourge Legion's command is a good thing. Tulayan was in the mood to give it a try.

The huge cannonballs that fell with a bang, although they were blocked, once again failed Reki Donghan. The cannonballs rained down on his area, and Rao was a powerful Radiant Moon-level lich, and with a muffled grunt, he was pushed into the rubble of a collapsed stone pillar.

His guards were even more disorganized, and since the Death Knight was not afraid of physical shocks, they didn't hurt much, but they still staggered. Many death knights were even blown out and fell heavily dozens of meters away.

In the telescope, look at the figure that stood up again in the dust, wrapped in white frost elements.

Tulayan gritted his teeth with hatred.

"If I give him a sword with [Quirzaram] at this time......" Tulayan thought not without malice.

At this moment, a flash of light suddenly appeared behind Reki's winter cold.

Before any being could react, a golden rapier had stabbed from the back, and the chest pierced Reki's chest.