A fifteen-meter-high wall was the limit that the Alliance's engineering team could achieve in a short period of time. Even if cement was better than the old stone brick wall, there were still various load-bearing and foundation problems.
Mograine knew very well that if it was the Alliance from fifteen years ago, the brothers could only rely on wooden fences that were five or six meters high to resist the tide of the Burning Legion.
However, reinforced concrete and so on could be used to block zombies and ghouls. In the face of such a great demon that was eight or nine meters high just by standing, it was simply a joke with their lives.
Not to mention the Abyss Lord that looked a bit like a Dragonman.
If they didn't stop him before he reached the wall, the three thousand Alliance soldiers on the wall would die.
"Call for help!" Mograine ordered.
Immediately, magic messages, bugles that represented a strong enemy and a call for help, and the most traditional way of sending messages on horseback were launched at the same time.
"Hmm?" The experts of the Alliance and the Horde learned of the existence of danger almost at the same time.
Thrall, who had just entered the third layer of the wall to rest, frowned. Not only the reaction of the Alliance soldiers, but also his keen perception of the shock coming from the distant ground. Although he hadn't officially become a Shaman, Thrall's natural talent was unparalleled.
"Let's go up the wall and take a look." Leaving Varrock to look at the troops, Thrall immediately took Cain, Grom, Wojin, and the other chiefs and a group of personal guards to the third layer of the wall.
The huge and terrifying figure in the distance was immediately reflected in the eyes of the experts of the Horde.
"Hmph!" Looking at this figure that was extremely similar to Mannoroth, Grom immediately remembered the humiliation of being fooled.
On the fifth layer of the wall, Kael 'thas, who had been pretending to be calm, was originally elegantly sipping black tea. Suddenly, his long golden eyebrows trembled, and his gentle temperament changed at that moment, becoming eager and full of fighting spirit.
He was no longer the noble Elf Prince, and he could take the change in identity calmly. Because this was a sin he had done for the sake of family.
For him, kneeling in front of the Sun Chaser King's Court had already repaid all the kindness of his father, King Anastrian, who had raised him.
All that was left was to wash away the shame of having once sided with the Scourge Army.
During this period of time, he had received a lot of supercilious looks.
Wherever he went, the blood elves who used to be his compatriots would either openly or secretly point fingers at him.
Thanks to Duque's effective guidance and suppression, the entire Alliance treated him and his followers fairly well.
He did not deliberately make things difficult for them or exploit them, nor did he use them as cannon fodder or complete impossible tasks.
It was because of the fairness of the Alliance that he desired to atone for his crimes.
Facing the Burning Legion on Mount Hyjal was the stage that Kael 'thas had been looking forward to for a long time!
That's right!
Only the blood of the Burning Legion could wash away the stain on his name.
I, Kael'thas Sunstrider, have never truly betrayed my own people. Even if I can no longer become a hero, I will at least become a man who can walk proudly on the land of Azeroth.
The moment he received the magic message, Kael 'thas' eyes were filled with hope and desire.
"It's time for us Redeemers to take the field! The powerful warriors of the Alliance and the Horde are already at the frontline. How can we fall behind!? "
"Yes! Your Highness! " Caponia, Solarian, Saladre, Sagunar, and other hardcore followers all stood at attention. They puffed out their chests and sucked in their stomachs, looking at their most respected prince with feverish eyes.
Even if the world deprived Kael'thas of his noble status, in their hearts, Kael'thas would always be their prince.
When Kael'thas opened the portal and arrived, the city wall was already full of Alliance and Horde powerhouses.
There was a winding mountain road in the distance, and the left side was full of cliffs. Turalyon pointed at the huge figure moving quickly along the winding mountain road and said in a worshipful tone,
"According to the intelligence that Lord Marcus, the commander of the Alliance, risked his life to retrieve, that huge half-dragon, half-human demon is the Lord of the Abyss, Azgalor! Excluding the giant bug Oro, who was destroyed at the camp at the foot of the mountain not long ago, he is one of the six leaders of the Burning Legion's invasion. He is quite difficult to deal with. "
"What Lord of the Abyss, isn't it just a matter of my axe?" After playing guerrilla warfare for more than a decade, Grom had to learn the common human language, and then he seemed to have learned what it meant to be arrogant.
Mograine pointed at the large group of Demon Guards around Azgalor, who were also around five meters tall. "If you can rush to the fatty under the protection of so many Demon Guards and kill him, then I'll respect you."
Grom's face turned red.
Thrall grabbed Grom and said in Orc language, "If Duque hadn't saved you, you would have been dead. For Duque's sake, don't argue with his subordinates. If you're a man, then fight on the battlefield! "
"Hmph!" Grom snorted heavily.
Turalyon coughed and continued, "According to the intelligence, those are elite demon guards. Unless you're a powerhouse who has stepped into the Hero Domain, or a mysterious person who is at or above the Radiant Moon rank, you can't effectively kill them."
Thrall asked, "Even your cannons can't do it?"
Suddenly, a loud and boorish voice jumped out from beside Thrall's legs, "If it's possible, your Dwarf Grandpa wouldn't be here!"
Thrall was shocked. Only then did he notice that there was a dwarf not far away from him.
It wasn't Thrall's fault. The Lordaeron area where he grew up had never been a dwarf's territory. Even he had only officially seen a large number of dwarves after coming to Mount Hyjal. He wasn't used to it yet.
Facing the tribe's giant looking down on him, Brann Bronzebeard was even more upset, "What are you looking at? Do you believe that I'll shoot you if you keep looking!"
The tribe's giants all said in unison, "Hmph!"
Turalyon rubbed his eyebrows. I still don't have enough reputation to control these warriors!
He could only try to smooth things over and pretend that he didn't see their conflict, "Then, the job of covering up will be left to His Majesty Proudmore and the other four."
Jaina, Rhonin, Kael 'thas, and his two followers bowed slightly.
As time passed, Azgalor and his men finally crossed the first wall. Standing on the first wall, Azgalor raised his heavy sword and slashed at a fort next to him.
The heavy sword wasn't too sharp, but the combination of weight and strength was a terrifying destructive power that mortals couldn't imagine.
The gigantic double-headed heavy sword cut through the entire fortress made of reinforced concrete as if it was cutting through an oversized piece of tofu.
The sound of steel bars breaking and cement bursting could be clearly heard even from the second wall two hundred meters away.
Every single one of the soldiers of the Allied Army held their breath.
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