The Burning Legion is here!
With an astonishing momentum that was like raging waves that could split a ravine.
Even the most imaginative Allied Army warriors would never have thought that the Burning Legion's first wave of attack would be like this.
Without the Druids' urging, the giant trees surrounding the camp at the foot of the mountain withered rapidly. Although the giant trees that once required a few people to wrap their arms around them didn't scatter upon contact like withered tree bark, it was obvious that they had lost their strong vitality.
Originally, the Orcs wanted to cut down the wood and place it in front of the camp's first line of defense to serve as antlers or build arrow towers. Under Duque's insistence, all the Orcs had retreated to the camp on the mountainside of Mount Hyjal. Only two thousand Elves were left to monitor and delay the enemy near the two peaks.
Suddenly, there was a loud rumbling sound from underground.
It was the sound of a huge tide rolling and running.
Every Night Elf and Blood Elf looked at each other. No one knew what was going to happen.
But to be on the safe side, Tyrande's deputy, Melander, and Lilas, the commander of the frontline Blood Elf Rangers, ordered their men to climb over the top of the mountain and hide behind it. They left a dozen people behind to monitor the situation.
As expected, the enemy appeared three minutes later.
It was a spectacular super fountain. Wrapped in indescribable black liquid, tens of thousands of Undying were sprayed into the sky from underground, scattering in all directions along with the black liquid.
The tribe's camp, which was already in ruins, was once again ravaged. The Immortals, big and small, were sprayed into the sky and fell down again under the acceleration of gravity, falling everywhere with banging noises.
The smallest were zombies that only had half of their bodies left, the bigger ones were Ghouls, and the biggest ones were Abominations that weighed several tons. These monsters that had long lost their lives and had almost no intelligence to speak of were already attacking the surrounding buildings before they could even get up.
In front of the Elves and the few Troll scouts was a frenzied Undead Army. They used their broken teeth to bite the wooden arrow towers, used their rusty machetes to hack at the half-broken mud walls made by the Orcs, and used their huge arms to smash at the camp's wooden walls.
The black fountain continued to gush out, spraying more and more Undead Army into the abandoned campsite.
Suddenly, a black cloud floated over from afar. It was thousands of Gargoyles, as well as many huge, white skeletons and death Ice Dragons that were surrounded by a freezing aura.
Dust rose from the ground. It was a mixed army of Undead and Evil Demons, numbering in the hundreds of thousands.
At this moment, Thrall, Wojin, and the other Horde leaders who had retreated to the mountainside all looked grim.
If it wasn't for Duke repeatedly reminding them to retreat, if they really continued to defend at the foot of the mountain, they would probably be wiped out.
There were zombies constantly breaking through the center, tens of thousands of enemy flying units above them, and a large army pressing on the border. It was estimated that the remaining twenty to thirty thousand elites of their tribe would all die here.
Thrall hurriedly summoned a Night Elf Priestess who was in charge of communication. He pointed at the live broadcast in the magic mirror. "What if the Mount Hyjal defense line continues to be breached by the big bugs?"
The priestess puffed out her chest and spoke in the common human language that wasn't very fluent. "Don't be afraid. Mount Hyjal is a sacred mountain that has been blessed by the night elves' magic for ten thousand years. The mountain itself is extremely difficult to penetrate. If there are no more big bugs of the same level as before, we don't have to worry about attacks from underground. "
"What if there are more?!" Thrall emphasized.
The Night Elves shook their heads. "According to the Alliance Commander Marcus, there is only one big bug called Ouro, even among the four ancient gods of Azeroth."
"What if the enemy's air force flies directly to the top of the mountain?"
The priestess was very sure. "The Sacred Mountain has a powerful anti-air magic array. Everything more than 300 yards above the ground will be attacked by Breaking Dawn Mages at all times. Even a Demigod can't withstand such an attack. And after going up the mountain, except for the main passage, everywhere is a dead zone. "
Thrall finally felt a little relieved. In this way, they only had to defend the front.
At this moment, Thrall saw the Elves in front begin to retreat. Because of the terrain, the Undead Army looked very fierce, but they were always a distance away from the Elves.
The area within 200 meters of the Elven Army was an absolute dead zone.
The Elves nimbly ran between the mountains and the woodlands, occasionally turning around gracefully to shoot an arrow, blowing up the heads of the zombies or ghouls charging at the front.
The Elves fought and retreated. Arrows rained down, but they still couldn't stop the tide of zombies that numbered in the tens of thousands.
It's here!
Thrall raised the Hammer of Destruction in his hand. "Prepare for battle!"
After coordination, the Alliance gave up the first and second city walls on the mountainside and left them to the tribe to guard.
Thrall's shout caused the entire valley to reverberate with the unique battle cry of the tribe. "Lok-Tar!"
Not long ago, they had lost their campsite for no reason, so the orc warriors' chests were filled with anger. They raised their steel axes and hammers that had been baptized with holy water high up in the air and let out roars filled with fighting spirit.
At this time, the black tide was very close.
"Cover fire! No. 1 Shooting Unit — Fire! "Behind the first city wall, there were a hundred Dwarven mortar squads. The thick and round cannons immediately let out a deafening roar.
"Bang bang bang!" In any case, it was difficult for the Orcs to adapt to the somewhat dull sound coming from behind them, and some Orcs even subconsciously shrank their heads.
But the elite Dwarven gunners were not just for show. The mortar shell flew into the air and drew a beautiful arc. Then, it followed the downward slope of the mountain and flew to a faraway place. It happened to be two hundred meters behind the Elves.
"Boom boom boom!" The small caliber mortar shells were enough to blow up the zombies and ghouls with weaker defenses.
The dwarves' cover was so accurate that Thrall breathed a sigh of relief. Even Wo Jin, who was ready to let the troll throw spears as cover, quietly put down his hands.
It was ironic to think about it. Although they were of the same race, the Elves and the Trolls had been fighting for tens of thousands of years. When did they ever try to cover each other like this?
When the last Elven Ranger rushed into the city gate at high speed, the twelve Ox-head Warriors could not wait for the winch to slowly pull up the moat. They directly pulled the thick chains with brute force and pulled up the suspension bridge.
Looking at the seven huge horizontal gullies with a depth of more than eight meters in front of the city wall, blocking the entire mountain road, Thrall's scalp was numb. These were the masterpieces of the Dwarves' steam bulldozers.
Fortunately, they bumped into the zombies that did not know what fear was …
From another perspective, if he were to use the Orc army to attack here, how many lives would it take to fill these gullies?
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