If Antonidas' ice attack was a steady song of death, then Duque 'Flame Combo was the wildest jazz.
At this moment, it wasn't just Duque who was fighting. The entire Isle of Quel 'Danas was burning with the flames of war.
On the west coast of the island, the Alliance launched an offensive that exceeded the imagination of the Calamity Army.
Led by the peak Radiant Moon Mage Gina Jinjian, the Mages from various countries joined forces to cast spells and followed Duque's instructions to create a path of ice. After the spacious and slow troop ships approached the coast, they spent a large number of magic crystals to seal the sea between the troop ships and the coast.
"Praise life!"
"For this world not to be occupied by death!"
"Burn those damned bones a thousand times over!"
The Scarlet Cross under the leadership of General Abbendis became the first Marine Corps in the history of the World of Azeroth.
The blood-red tide drowned the snow-white surface of the ice and directly rushed into the Undead camp that had been plowed into pieces by the cannons.
Battle cries shook the heavens and earth.
Dense black cannonballs covered the sky like raindrops, and on the golden beach, countless soldiers in red armor trampled on the rotten bones that had been smashed and swarmed forward.
It was unclear whether it was the angry shouts of humans or the low cries of the Undead.
Lich Ras Frostwhisper, who had just been resurrected by Arthas and was entrusted with a heavy responsibility, tried his best to control the situation, but he was shocked by an unexpected situation.
It was a Paladin whose body was as red as the rising sun.
He waved a super greatsword that looked like a giant blade, and every swing of it blocked the terrifying radiance that was as bright as the sun, turning large swathes of the Undead into ashes.
The elite Undead Legion that Ras had commanded to go up when the cannons stopped were directly cut in half like butter being cut by a sharp knife.
The two-meter-tall Holy Light Giant Horse emitted a golden radiance as it charged towards him as if it was galloping in a racetrack.
[Repentance]!
With the support of the terrifying greatsword, the Paladin's control skill, which had a very close range, crossed the void of a hundred meters and landed on Ras's head.
Suddenly, the power of holy light poured into Rhys's evil soul, causing him to feel dizzy and unable to move at all.
When he came back to his senses, he saw a holy knight wrapped in golden flames sitting on a warhorse that looked like the rising sun. The holy knight had already arrived in front of him and was looking down at him from above. Those eyes that seemed to be burning with flames made his heart palpitate!
"Perish! You filthy soul — "Accompanied by an intimidating roar, the greatsword cleaved through Lich Lys' vision.
The burning pain that followed caused Rhys' soul to let out his last miserable howl in this world!
In theory, as long as the phylactery was not destroyed, a Lich could resurrect again and again through the phylactery. The premise of this theory was that the Lich's soul had not been damaged.
However, this shockingly powerful light elemental sword had completely overturned the laws of physics that swords and sabers were unable to harm souls.
The powerful holy light attached to it completely burned Ras Frostwhisper's soul, erasing this evil soul from this world.
Almost at the same time, the Undead Army on the beach fell into chaos. They still tried their best to attack every living being, but they lacked coordination. In front of the well-organized and experienced human elites, they were no different from training targets.
"Long live!"
"Well done!"
"All hail Lord Mograine!"
All the Scarlet Cross warriors from Lordaeron and the knights from the Silver Hand cheered in unison.
That's right!
The one who easily killed Ras Frostwhisper was the Deputy Commander of the Alliance, Alexandros Mograine, who had just returned from Iron Furnace Castle.
The holy greatsword in his hand, which looked a little like a broadsword with a square head, was the original sword that had changed hands several times in history. It was the sword that had wandered between light and darkness, and was finally wielded by the legendary paladin Tirion Fordring, who had destroyed Arthis's [Frostmourne]. It was the [Ashbringer]!
The Undead Army fell apart on the beach, and the black war flags fell one after another.
Seeing this scene, Mograine knew that he had won the first battle.
"Alessandro!" General Abbendis excitedly urged his horse forward.
"Alfreid … I'm starting to understand why Commander Marcus wanted me to go to Iron Furnace Castle." In the past, when they talked about Duque, Mograine and Abbendis would call him by his name because they were familiar with each other. Today, they used honorifics.
"You're so lucky. The stone in your hand is actually a top-grade Light Stone. Now, we should be able to fight Arthis fair and square. " Abbendis waved the new greatsword in his hand. Although it was not a demigod weapon, it was still a top-grade Epic weapon. Similarly, it was a holy weapon that Magni Bronzebeard had forged.
"Really? Lucky? No … Alfreid! I don't think so. Do you still remember Medivh? When he turned into a crow and came to warn us, we scolded him for being a dirty liar and an unqualified charlatan. Who knew … "
"This …"
"It seems that Karazhan's Wizards have a magical ability to foresee!"
In the face of Mograine's exclamation, Abbendis was speechless for a moment.
Mograine waved his hand: "After all, this is just speculation. I have no evidence. There is also no need to prove it. After all, the legendary prophets who are proficient in prophecy will pay a high price when peering into the future. We just need to know that Sir Marcus can lead us to victory. "
"That's right!"
On the southeast coast of the island, gorgeous elven warships, regardless of model, all rushed to the beach.
Feeling the impact coming from under her feet, a strong and beautiful figure followed the powerful momentum and directly swooped down like a giant eagle, descending on the beach.
Just as she descended, more than 36 arrows containing the power of wind and lightning burst out, and a total of 18 of the most threatening giant Crypt Fiends fell in response.
Cirvanas suddenly raised his longbow, and a clear and melodious shout spread in all directions.
"For Quel 'dorei!"
The follow-up troops that landed burst into thunderous shouts in unison: "For the glory of the sun!"
An assault group of nearly thirty thousand elves. Although the number was small, their strength was definitely not to be underestimated. It was no exaggeration to say that this was already the last elite of the High Elves, and also the strongest elite!
Mixed with a large number of huge arcane puppets, the momentum of this elven army was no weaker than the human coalition on the other side of the island.
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