"Hehe! Have you finally realized it? It's too late, Duke Marcus! " Malygos' voice came from below. "That's right. You're so happy to have troops stationed at the edge of our territory! Killing a bunch of new heroes from the Alliance Army should be enough to make you feel a little heartache! "
As soon as Malygos' voice fell, all the high-ranking officers of the Alliance Army, including Duque, felt a toothache.
What an uproar!
Duque couldn't accuse Malygos of being a demigod for being so shameless. What the former Blue Dragon King was doing was the same as what Duque wanted to do after spring — weakening the enemy's war potential.
Malygos was only here to restrain Duque.
The huge and thick layer of ice cut off the connection between the cave and the outside world.
The frost element that Malygos had absolute dominance there even rejected the entry of arcane elements, not to mention opening the portal.
Even if Duque wanted to save them, he couldn't save Nahok and the others.
Almost at the same time, cries for help sounded everywhere in Duque's magic communication network. The entire Alliance Army surrounding the Icecrown Glacier area had reports of being attacked by the Calamity Army.
Most of them were ambushed by Gargoyles known as [Fortress Watchers]. These dark magic creatures with the ability to fly at high speed used the blizzard as cover to directly cross the defensive airspace of the frontline and attack the Alliance Army on the second line.
Not only that, countless ice bridges extended down from the cliffs of the Icecrown Glacier area, forming grooves that looked like slides. The stitched abominations, which were sewn from more than ten corpses, flew along these ice slides directly to the various Alliance Army positions.
The fat abominations were directly thrown over in the form of an air raid, forcing the Alliance Army to fight in close combat. Just this alone made Arthas's surprise attack a great success.
"Counterattack! Counterattack! Push the enemy back! "Even though the Alliance Army commanders were shouting at the top of their lungs.
In the harsh snowstorm that Arthas had deliberately condensed and made it impossible to see anything five meters away, it was completely extravagant to form a formation. Fortunately, the communication system of the Alliance was supported by the Weave and had not been destroyed. Otherwise, the situation would have been even worse.
Even so, they were forced to fight in close combat. It was conceivable that the allied forces would suffer heavy losses this time.
Even though his face was ashen, Duque still managed to squeeze the words out of his mouth through gritted teeth, "Arthis, well done!"
The Alliance camp was filled with fear and panic.
"We can't hold on any longer!" An Alliance soldier shouted.
The Alliance commanders shouted at the top of their lungs in the howling wind, "Retreat! Retreat! "
"No! We're not leaving! For the glory of the Alliance! "The leader of the recruits had just finished speaking when he was slapped by his commanding officer.
"Idiot! If they all died here, they would all become immortals, which in turn would increase the burden of the Alliance in the future! Harming his own comrade! Let's go! All of you, go! Don't hold up the rear! Run as many as you can! "The second lieutenant of the Alliance fiercely ordered.
"Then … what about you, sir?" The recruit was a little confused.
"Someone has to collect the bodies of our brothers."
"Collect the corpse?"
"Cut the crap! All of you, get lost! Don't be a hindrance here! "The second lieutenant of the Alliance kicked the recruit's butt and chased them away while cursing and beating them.
As he watched the recruits disappear into the wind and snow behind him, the second lieutenant of the Alliance lit a cigarette with a windproof lighter. Unfortunately, it was extinguished after just a bit.
"Sigh, brothers …" In front of his eyes, many swaying figures appeared. Every single one of them wore shining silver armor with a blue background and golden edges of a lion's head pattern. It was just that eye-catching. However, these faces that were incomparably familiar all became incomparably sinister.
Some of them were missing half a face, some of them had their heads hung because half of their throats had been bitten off, and there were even more who didn't have complete limbs. They could only drag their broken upper bodies as they crawled on the ground, leaving behind long and shocking bloody traces.
In front of the magic communication device, the second lieutenant of the Alliance picked up the microphone. "Hello! Front line, position N567, second lieutenant John Ganar calling for Mountain Eagle. "
"Mountain Eagle is here. N567, please speak!" The image of a female Alliance soldier's head lit up in the magic mirror.
"Position N567 has already fallen. I had the last group of soldiers withdraw. I am already the last living person in this position. If you don't want this place to become a paradise for the undead, please fire at me as soon as possible. "
The female Alliance soldier stared blankly for a long time before replying with a trembling voice, "Mountain Eagle understands … Second Lieutenant Ganar, do you have any last words?"
"Long live the Alliance!" After lightly saying these words, the second lieutenant of the Alliance, who wasn't much older than the recruits, was torn apart by his former comrade and dragged backwards.
From start to finish, the female soldier saw that on the face of the second lieutenant of the Alliance, until the very last moment, there was still a faint smile.
Three minutes later, a fierce rumbling sound rang out from the artillery position behind position N567. The berserk artillery fire instantly drowned out the entire position, breaking down all of the humanoid figures in the entire position into components...
At this moment, Duque's heart was like a raging storm, rising and falling uncontrollably. It had been a long, long time since the Alliance had suffered such a loss. Relying on their memories of 'history', the Alliance's campaigns had always been successful.
Compared to the results of the battle, their losses were almost negligible.
This made Duque, and even the entire Alliance, involuntarily enter a state of almost blind optimism.
Today, Arthas had taught them a good lesson.
Duque didn't know how many soldiers they would lose in this surprise attack, but it was definitely more than ten thousand.
This was the largest single battle loss since Duke became the Alliance's Commander-in-Chief.
It wasn't to the extent of hurting their muscles and bones, but it was definitely enough to be recorded in the history of the war for all the people of the Alliance to remember and learn from.
"Have I been slapped in the face?" Duque smiled bitterly.
Onyxia came. She used the ultra-high temperature of [Deep Breath] to burn the thick layer of ice.
Coupled with Duque's fire magic, this was only able to suppress Malygos by a little.
The layer of ice in the pit of the arena was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. However, everyone knew that at this pace, by the time they forced Malygos to escape, the corpses of the Alliance warriors, led by Millhouse, would have turned cold.
Duque could even foresee that when they killed their way to the bottom of the pit, they probably wouldn't even be able to collect their corpses.
With Arthas's vengeful personality, he would definitely turn these warriors into immortals and place them in Ice Crown Fortress to wait for the arrival of the Alliance Army after strengthening them.
Perhaps, there would be another Lich called Millhouse Mana Storm …
Just as Duque's thoughts were running wild, a shrill scream suddenly came from under the ice.
"Bastard! What are you doing? Who are you? Ah — "
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