Pretentiousness was like the wind, always with me!
Lord Howl's pretentiousness was so off the charts that all the heroes who had just covered for him and blocked the sword for him were overshadowed. They all became mere background decorations.
That's right! Without the cover of the five Archmages, without Cain and Mograine to resist the attack of the Lord of the Abyss, Lord Howl could not find a chance to kill anyone.
However, the Beastmen, who revered strength, would not care about this. Their eyes would only see the sharpest, and also the last move that would kill them!
All of a sudden, all the Orc guards who had followed Sal to the second wall let out a fanatical roar!
"Oh oh oh —"
"Hero! Hero! Hero! "
"The first warrior of the Horde — Grom Hellscream!"
After the chaotic roar, it was the uniform roar unique to the Horde warriors.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! "
Every roar was accompanied by the raising of a weapon.
The cold gleam of a sharp axe.
The light of a heavy hammer.
The cheers of only a hundred people condensed the momentum of a thousand people.
The soldiers of the Alliance were also cheering, but unfortunately, it was not as enthusiastic as the Horde. After all, the last axe was not the hero of the Alliance!
On the Burning Legion's side, Dreadlord Ansaron could not stop scolding, "Trash! Trash! You're all trash! "
Since landing, the Burning Legion had not encountered anything good.
First, Recky Winterfrost was inexplicably ambushed by the Alliance Commander Duque. His head was chopped off, and even his soul was destroyed.
Then, the seemingly powerful giant sandworm Oro was killed by the enemy's ultimate move.
Then, there was Azgalor, who was full of momentum but was killed by the mortal heroes in a few moves.
The three chief-level guys all died a little inexplicably.
Glancing at the extremely calm Kaz Roga and Kazak, Ansaron knew that Sir Archimonde would not enter the field before confirming that the other party had a strong enough powerhouse. Both of them were Doomguard type Demon Lords with special abilities. This time, he had to enter the field.
On the bone thrones near Anartheron, there were five Dreadlords with the same huge bone bat wings sitting on them.
Although everyone was a Dreadlord, there were still different ranks among the Dreadlords. After the former leader, Tichondrius, was killed, Anaceron was now the most popular replacement leader.
He needed a perfect victory to propel him to the position of leader of the Dreadlords.
He suddenly had an idea!
"Humans, Elves, and Orcs are all lowly and weak. Let the endless Burning Legion destroy them."
He had seen too many mortals fiercely resisting.
But how many mortals could maintain such a high-intensity battle?
Regardless of whether they used Holy Light or swords, as long as they were mortals, they would tire, get injured, and overuse their life force and spiritual energy, or even die.
After interrogating the souls of the dead at Azshara's beach and the camp at the foot of the mountain, they knew that the total number of people in the allied forces of the three factions on Mount Hyjal was not large. It would not exceed two hundred thousand at most.
The Burning Legion's numbers were ten times that of the allied army!
And most of them were elites!
After a little thought, Ansaron sent a small number of Ice Dragons and Gargoyles in a rather sparse density.
It would be too much of a loss if they swarmed up like before and were blasted down by the dwarves without even having to aim.
Obviously, Anacelon's tactic worked.
The Burning Legion's air force was larger in number but not too densely packed, forcing the allied army's long-range firepower to pay more attention to the sky. Many times, the alliance had to send the Griffins to contend with them.
It was obvious that this was more effective for the allied army to bleed.
It was the same for the ground battle. The moderate but continuous attacks made the allied army tired to deal with them. Basically, whenever the corpses in front of the city wall accumulated into a large slope, enough for the undead army behind to rush up, the city wall would be breached.
In just three hours, the Burning Legion broke through five layers of the city wall in one go and fought all the way to the seventh city wall.
At this moment, with the Horde's heroes as the arrowhead, the allied army launched an extremely fierce counterattack. Under the cover of artillery fire and elven arrows, the allied army actually fought their way back from the seventh layer to the first layer.
What infuriated Ansaron was that the allied army pushed a large number of fuel barrels and directly set fire to the mountain path. The intense fire with a temperature of over a thousand degrees made it so that only the air force could pass through.
Ansaron once tried to get the Liches to use frost magic to extinguish the fire, but the effect wasn't ideal. Often, as soon as the fire was extinguished, more black oil would flow down from the mountain, and the fire would continue to spread along the black oil.
And because of the solidified magic array on Mount Hyjal, no matter how fierce the fire was, it was only within the range of the mountain path and wouldn't spread up the mountain.
This fire bought the allied army more than three hours.
The second time, Ansaron thought that the allied army no longer had the black oil, so he ordered the Scourge Legion to launch another fierce attack. In the end, Ansaron was shocked to find that there were seven more layers behind the original seven layers of city wall.
This time, they fought for another three hours. Then, it was the Horde who led the counterattack and chased the Scourge Legion back.
After hundreds of Dark Specters were destroyed in a row, Ansaron received a piece of news that drove him crazy — the alliance was frantically building the city wall along the winding mountain path at a rate of one layer per hour.
That's right! Our mortal army can't outlast the Scourge Legion, but we can stall for time!
If we can stall for three days, it will be the allied army's victory!
After realizing that the allied army didn't mind stalling for time, Ansaron felt like he had been slapped in the face several times.
No way!
I have to do it myself.
"All of you, follow me!" Behind Ansaron, five Dreadlords followed.
In front of him was a tidal wave of Abomination Army and a group of about a hundred Death Knights. Hundreds of Hellfire over ten meters tall held down the rear.
In the sky, a huge Death Dragon was slowly circling, and thousands of Gargoyles were flapping their black wings.
The high-level Dreadlord, Ansaron, was out!
Logically speaking, this lineup should be punching Mount Hyjal, stepping on Azeroth, commanding the world, and no one dared to disobey.
This …
Who the hell told you, Turalyon, to use [Quel 'Zaram] to release the Meteor Blast?
And who told you, Mograine, to use [Ashbringer] to release the 'despicable' thunderbolt?
You broke the rules!
All of you broke the rules!
Where's the referee!?
Yellow card!
No! Red card and a hundred game ban!
Who are you?
Who the hell are you?
Ah —
Yamete!
In the face of the menacing Allied Forces, Dreadlord Ansaron and his men beautifully pounced on them.
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