Tyrande and Malfurion had been focused on their work, but the horrifying explosion and light in the projection attracted their attention.
Their faces, which were naturally slightly purple, were now a little pale.
"Elune above, are the Alliance's weapons so terrifying now?" Tyrande sucked in a breath of cold air, but she quickly patted her chest in fear. "Fortunately, that hit the Burning Legion's head."
Malfurion was more objective. "It's fine. This level of attack is far from enough to break through the magic circle of Mount Hyjal. Also, the Alliance's strength is a good thing for us now. However, this reminds me of … "
"Hmm …"
The two Night Elves fell silent.
It was too similar!
As survivors who had personally experienced that horrifying scene, they couldn't help but think of the explosion of the Well of Eternity ten thousand years ago.
Back then, the entire World of Azeroth only had one continent, Kalimdor.
Back then, the Troll Empire's territory spanned across the entire continent, occupying nearly 70% of the continent's surface area.
Back then, the High Elves' civilization was extremely prosperous, and Queen Azshara's power could be said to rule the world.
Following that earth-shattering explosion, everything changed drastically. The huge Kalimdor continent was blown into three pieces (actually, it was four pieces, as the Night Elves thought that Pandaria was gone). The Troll Empire's soldiers began to weaken. The High Elves who advocated pulling the Burning Legion into Azeroth were exiled to the depths of the sea, cursed, and turned into the Naga of today.
Fortunately, the fierce artillery fire only brought back the bad memories of Tyrande and Malfurion …
On the other side, the situation on the giant island where the Burning Legion was located was very interesting.
At that moment, the entire island seemed to have experienced a terrifying earthquake. The wide ground near the front of the island bulged with huge wrinkles, and the zombies who couldn't dodge in time all fell into the deep crevices and became meat pies. The towering stone peaks in front of the island that had been modified into watchtowers fell like dominoes, affecting countless undead monsters.
"Attack! Attack! Rush to the shore immediately — "Raki Wintry ordered in a fluster.
He finally understood that allowing the undying to stay on the island would only make them targets that would be pointlessly exhausted. Even if the island hadn't completely washed up on Azshara's coast and thrown the undead into the sea, those idiots would at least walk on the seabed and complete the landing.
Many zombies with missing arms and legs jumped into the sea under the command of the high-level liches and necromancers.
In such a chaotic situation, only less than 10% of the frontline troops were evacuated. On the other hand, the large number of Gargoyles that soared into the sky began to cause casualties to the Alliance.
The Gryphon Legion only blocked most of the Gargoyles, and the Dwarf Knights' [Tempest Hammer] also smashed many of the Gargoyles into pieces. They scattered down like a goddess scattering flowers, but there were still many Gargoyles that dived into the Alliance's formation.
Every time they launched an attack from the sky, it would always bring about a reign of terror and bloodshed.
Or disembowel some wretch.
Or he would bring someone even more pitiful into the air and then drop them down from a high place, smashing them into minced meat.
Or maybe they were unlucky enough to bump into a Holy Knight who was guarding nearby, and they were killed by [Hammer of Wrath].
"Bastard, wait for my troops to reach the shore …" Lich Recki thought maliciously.
At this moment, a large number of undead creatures surged onto the shore like a tide.
The Dwarf Steam Tanks that had just rushed into the pre-built trenches began to fire.
"Fire! Fire! They are antiques from thirteen years ago anyway! Let them unleash their last bit of heat! Fire with all your strength, don't be afraid of blowing up! "Bu Laing commanded loudly, and his thunderous roar spread throughout the front line.
The old Dwarf Steam Tanks still used the old rifled mortars. The barrels were thick, and the shots were close, but the power was still there. Especially since it was the heroic weapon that ended the second Battle of the Dark Portal, making this place the final home of this batch of tanks seemed to have added a special layer of meaning.
The Dwarf Cannoneers were sweating profusely as they loaded the cannonballs and fired with the efficiency of the barrels. When these experienced cannoneers realized that the barrels were overheating, they immediately abandoned the tanks and ran away. With their short legs, they climbed onto the pre-prepared mining carts that were placed on the narrow iron rails, shook the levers, and started the human-powered mining carts to run away.
Recki Winterfrost was almost mad with anger.
He had lost 30% of his million-strong undead army before they even engaged the enemy. Because they fell into the sea, were washed away by the tides, and were suppressed by the floating islands, he lost another 10%.
As soon as they landed, the despicable Dwarves ignored the cannon fodder of the zombies and ghouls, and directly aimed at the few Crypt Fiends and fired, blowing up the large-sized spiders. That was not all. The vanguard was clearly close to the steel cannons, but the Dwarves ran faster than rabbits with their pitiful short legs. They did not manage to catch many people alive.
Without corpses, the snowball tactic that the Calamity Army was good at couldn't be carried out, and the losses were even more irreparable.
Recki Winterfrost could already imagine that if Archimonde, who was resting at the back, found out about this, he would definitely not have a good time.
He could only be ruthless and press his troops forward with all his might.
At this moment, the huge cannons that everyone thought would not be heard for a long time suddenly sounded again.
Recki was dumbfounded.
He definitely did not expect that the huge cannons that could fire once every five minutes had stopped for so long. It was actually Turayan who personally ordered the [Little Duque Cannon] to adjust the firing elements and aim at him at the front of the island.
"Can the cannons kill the Liches of the Undead Tribe?" Turayan's adjutant asked.
"Probably not. But even if it can temporarily paralyze the Calamity Army's command, it's still a good thing. "Turayan was trying his luck.
Even though the huge cannonballs were obstructed, Recki Winterfrost failed once again. The dense cannonballs landed in the area he was at. Even though he was a powerful Radiant Moon Lich, he was pushed into the rubble of a collapsed stone pillar with a muffled groan.
His personal guards were in chaos. As the Death Knights were not afraid of physical attacks, they did not suffer much damage, but they still staggered from side to side. Many of the Death Knights were even blasted away, landing heavily dozens of meters away.
Through the binoculars, he saw a figure surrounded by white frost elements once again stand up amidst the dust.
Turayan gritted his teeth in hatred.
"If I use [Quel 'Zalam] to stab him …" Turayan thought without malice.
At this moment, a flash of light suddenly appeared behind Recki Winterfrost.
Before anyone could react, a thin golden sword had already pierced through Recki Winterfrost's chest from behind.
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