In the Alliance Command, almost every screen was playing a similar scene: purple, red, blue, and green demons were rushing toward the Alliance Army on the monitor screen.
Or they were hitting sections of reinforced towering walls.
Or they were catching up with the Alliance's tanks, trampling the Alliance's war machines and the soldiers inside into pieces.
Or they were charging into the Alliance's foxholes, dragging the Alliance soldiers out of the infantry pits and tearing them to pieces.
In the sea of ominous green evil light, the flags that symbolized the Pantheon and the Alliance were constantly being annihilated.
Occasionally, they would reappear because of the arrival of reinforcements.
Overall, the Alliance was collapsing on all fronts.
Almost every battlefield was playing a similar battle.
If the Alliance Army had enough firepower, they could destroy the main force of the demons before the Burning Legion opened 100 medium-sized teleportation portals. Then the Alliance Army would definitely win, and it would not be surprising if they could win without casualties.
On the other hand, once the Alliance Army arrived too late, then when the number of demons exceeded 100,000, the situation would become out of control.
Often, it was necessary to mobilize two mobile fleets to support the demons in order to extinguish the ever-increasing demon army.
Everyone knew that even if the humans fought against the demons, they would not be able to win even if the ratio of casualties was one to one, or even one to ten.
Billions of demons were twisting the void, waiting to kill.
This number alone was enough to make the Alliance Generals despair.
What was more annoying was that this number could not be announced to the ordinary people and soldiers, otherwise, the morale might collapse before the war began.
Although on every front, the Alliance Army was still carrying out unyielding resistance, the earth-shaking battle cries mixed with the holy will of the Holy Knights seemed to converge into an invisible wall, blocking the Burning Legion's advance.
But the situation was as the great leader of the Alliance Duque had predicted, the balance of victory on the battlefield was tilting — not to the side of Azeroth and the Pantheon. Instead, the situation was inevitably slipping into the worst possible situation. They were faced with an army of demons that could not be killed and could be resurrected again.
No matter how powerful the defense line was, it would still gradually become precarious under this rogue offensive.
The Tomb of Sargeras.
Kil 'jaeden roared arrogantly, mocking the guardians and the Alliance Army heroes. "It's useless! Titan's lackey! Insignificant mortals! Your resistance is destined to become embellishments on the army's achievements! Your struggles will only become a topic of conversation after the battle! No matter what you do, what awaits you is only eternal despair! "
"Hehe!" This golden sentence perfectly reflected the disdain of the owner of the laughter. William laughed heartily. "If the Burning Legion is so confident, why are you panicking? Just be a good chess player and watch us, the chess pieces, struggle. Isn't that enough? Why lower yourself to fight with us? "
As a powerhouse from the Alliance who had followed Duque for the longest time, William's trust in Duque was akin to blind worship. He knew that he was here as a cover. Duque had even told him that he and the other heroes of the Alliance would be abandoned at the last moment.
Even so, he was willing to accept it.
William had asked Duque, "Is this for the victory of Azeroth?"
"Yes! For the victory of Azeroth! "
After getting the answer he wanted, William quietly replied, "Very well. When that time comes, Andoine will be the king of Stormwind. If Stormwind is still around … "
They had seen through life and death, and abandoned all distracting thoughts.
The heroes of the Alliance exerted 200% of their combat power. Their performance was even more eye-catching than the Titan Guardians.
Kil 'jaeden was infuriated by the fact that they knew they were likely to die but were still trying to bite the bullet.
However, these guys in front of him were doing nothing but stalling for time in order to stall him, the commander of the army. It really drove him crazy.
Odin, Torim, Hodier, Freya, and Mimiron made up a total of five guardians, plus a group of wilderness demigods and Alliance heroes. If it wasn't for the fact that Kil 'jaeden's strength had increased with Sargeras' resurrection, and could even recover part of his vitality, he wouldn't have been able to withstand this combination at all.
At this moment, all the powerhouses — no, all the intelligent creatures on Azeroth, regardless of whether they were demons from the Alliance Army or the army — felt the birth of a variable.
"Clang!" It was the sound of something breaking in their hearts.
At this moment, everyone felt that the laws of this world were deviating in some way. Some evil power was leaving them in fear, as if something new and unknown was descending.
This was a special power that came from within the planet. Its irresistible power was changing everything in this world.
Karazhan.
Standing on the highest level of Karazhan, in the eye of the magic formation that was the core of the Weave, Cadgar's eyes suddenly widened.
"It's here! I got the signal! Master has succeeded! All Weave Elemental Messengers and Weave Soul Mages, act according to plan! "
Weave: This was the communication system of the entire Alliance Army. It carried the spellcasting needs of millions of mages. It was the core of the entire Azeroth Alliance Army. This time, it displayed another effect — Space Blockade.
On the planet, all the powerhouses felt their hearts skip a beat.
A circle of ripples spread from the depths of the sea with the Broken Islands as the center and spread in all directions.
At this moment, all the Eredar Mages on the entire planet who were dealing with the teleportation gate had their connections with the Twisted Nether and Argus forcefully cut off.
At the hundreds of landing points on the entire planet, every Void Lord widened their eyes in horror. From this moment onwards, all the magic communication channels were no longer receiving any response.
It was as if the command center of the Burning Legion had been destroyed.
"Impossible!?" The Lords cried out in shock.
The Twisted Nether, Argus, and every teleportation point built for the convenience of the Burning Legion no longer sent demonic soldiers.
This situation had never happened in the 25,000 years that the Burning Legion had roamed the universe.
This situation was also noticed by the frontline commanders of the Alliance. Just as they were in shock, wondering if this was a trap set by the demons, a piece of exciting news came from the Alliance Headquarters.
"Everyone in the Alliance! All the soldiers of the Alliance who are fighting on the frontlines! The Alliance Throne Conference has now released a confirmed piece of news. The Alliance Commander Duke Marcus and Deputy Commander Sylvanas Windrunner have just destroyed the teleportation center on the Burning Legion's base, Argus. "
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