Today, the time-honored longmian temple has suffered perhaps the most serious damage in history.
The combination of Alsace and Cinda gousa almost easily destroyed the dragon''s defense and completely destroyed the top building of the dragon''s sleep temple. The original gorgeous roofless platform was completely eroded into ruins by the dark energy.
Several pillars stand alone among the ruins of brick and stone, hard snow, the cold wind blowing into the hall from the top of the damage, and the light from the sky, all of which set off the extraordinary desolation.
This does not mean that the longmian temple is not strong enough. In fact, it can maintain the current situation after receiving the full attack of a demigod, which is enough to show the stability of the building.
Thunder light passed through the hole on the top floor and landed in the hall of the temple. When it landed, the paladin''s pace was a little unsteady, and his chest wound was healing slowly. However, the act of incarnating thunder and lightning made it crack again, but the outflow was no longer blood, but a touch of blue lightning, which looked particularly shocking.
Dick didn''t pay attention to the blue and purple energy coming out of his chest. He walked quickly to the confused lyadeline and asked in a low voice,
"What''s the matter?"
The high elves seized Dick''s shoulder, and there were still traces of battle on her armor. Alsace brought not only the high-end fighting power of the Scourge army, but also the death knights and liches who broke into the house. This was obviously a premeditated decapitation.
More obviously, it failed. In the face of the competitors of Azeroth who had just finished trimming, the dragon who came to watch the game, and the high level of the alliance tribe, it can only be said that Alsace had miscalculated, and the death knights and Lich elites he brought were almost wiped out.
"Anna was injured, not very seriously, but she was in a trance and fainted when she got back to the hall."
Lea Delin leans on Dick''s side and looks at the comatose mage lady anxiously. Veron is leaning on the staff himself, and the holy light floating on his left hand beats back and forth beside the mage lady. The paladin sees the pain and despair on Gianna''s face, and can''t help turning his head to ronin.
But when he saw the current situation of Dalaran leader, that is, Gianna''s elder brother, even Dick was startled.
The mage was just in a coma and burned her arm, but ronin just escaped from the battlefield. His luxurious robe was torn into several pieces by the powerful magic. He sat there in a mess, wearing a red cloak, which was supposed to be given to him by Varian.
The master''s neatly combed hair turned into a chicken''s nest like disorder, with traces of being ravaged by fire and frost. The worst part was his left hand, which was obviously dealt with urgently by Veron. However, there were still several deep visible bone scars on his arm, and a burnt black flame on his face.
But what was more serious was his spirit. His eyes lost focus. His expression was not like a wise and noble Mage at all. Dick sat beside him and asked in a low voice,
"What''s going on?"
This sound seemed to wake ronin up, and his eyes were fresh again. But the next moment, anger and hatred, and the complex mixture of sadness began to surge,
"Arthas... That bastard!"
Luo Ning gritted his teeth and scolded, his hands clenched, and his fists burst with blue tendons.
"He resurrected... He resurrected the teacher! He has profaned the old man''s soul
Dick''s eyes widened at this moment, and his pipe fell to the ground,
"Master antonidas?"
At this moment, Dick''s expression became difficult to tell. He almost immediately understood the reason why Gianna fainted. In the eyes of the eldest lady, antonidas was like another father of hers. Dick''s mouth moved and seemed to want to say something. But at last, he picked up the black pipe from the ground and gazed at it for a moment, Or a sigh,
"This is... This is terrible..."
Half a minute later, Veron''s slightly closed eyes opened. He scanned the crowd and finally met Dick,
"It''s not too bad. Ms. Gianna''s spirit has been seriously impacted. It may take a period of cultivation. During this period, don''t let her take part in the battle."
"Well"
The paladin nodded. He looked around. There were only some wounded soldiers who had been injured in the raid just now. Almost none of the soldiers in good condition were here. He turned his eyes to lyadeline,
"What about the others?"
"They are in the field of angassa. The undead launched a general attack!"
The high elf lady took her sword back from her chair, her voice full of solemnity and heaviness. "Fort fortagan and Warsong fortress didn''t last the first ten minutes, more than 1500 soldiers... Died on the spot."
"Take care of Anna and the wounded!"
Dick reached out to stop the sword that lyadeline was about to carry behind her back and shook his head at her. "When we get back!"
With that, the paladin looked at Veron, with a certain firmness and killing in his eyes,
"Master, do you want to go to the battlefield with me and protect the world together?"
With a wave of Veron''s left hand, a soft holy light melted into ronin''s body, and the holy lines on his forehead were also shining. Although he was old and had been engraved with a mark that could not be ignored by time, the kind and stubborn old man Delaney snorted.
"Although I''m old, I''m not good tempered enough to be bullied and swallow my anger."
Dick nodded. He looked up at the broken sky above his head. His body turned into thunder, and the light dissipated in the same place. Ronin also stood up and said to Veron,
"Master, I will send you to the battlefield!"
On the other side, angassa, which occupies one fifth of the keel wilderness, is completely covered with black turbidity at this moment. From the sky, it is full of red and blue light spots, and it is the fire of the dead. At a glance, the number is dizzy.
It''s like a river gushing out of the dam named angassa, flowing freely on the keel wilderness. The two fortresses near the gate of angassa, which cost a lot of effort to build, are like the sand pagodas in the flood. They are completely scattered in less than a moment, and the river is blocked in the coalition defense line, But I''m still trying my best to move further away.
This is the natural disaster of the dead. Everywhere they go, they are in despair.
Like some unknown sign, the sky of the keel wilderness has become dark, and the cold wind is blowing, just like the sharpest steel knife, penetrating the soldiers who are still holding fast. On one side, there are silent dead souls, who can''t shout, roar, or be cut down. This is the silent army, just like the silent lake, which can submerge everything along the way.
The soldiers at the front line lean against the heavy temporary wall built by the coalition. It''s a low wall, three people high, and there is no magic pattern. The only advantage is that it''s strong enough. The cold ice from the keel wilderness also covers the wall with a layer of frost, which makes the lowest level walking corpses unable to climb, but for the more agile ghouls and skeleton soldiers, That''s nothing.
These soldiers are the real elite of all ethnic groups. They guard in front of each line of defense, and use their weapons to mercilessly puncture the ghouls who climb up the line of defense. Before they bite the first person, they chop them up, or directly throw them down. There are also tall soldiers who control the large wooden barrel filled with fireballs, and throw the barrel into the sky with a small catapult.
Sharpshooters or Musketeers will explode the barrel at the moment when it is about to fall to the ground, and the burning flame will spread on the land, burning at least dozens of corpses every time. However, the shooters with battle bows no longer open their bows at will, and they don''t even need to aim at the crowded and dense formation facing the undead. But now, The situation on the battlefield requires them to do more important things.
The low-level commander who Snipes the undead, only in this way can these damned dead fall into temporary chaos, and create opportunities for the knights who run in front of the low wall to break the enemy.
But how many dead are there in front of us?
Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands? Or millions?
When the number of opponents exceeds a certain limit, it''s almost meaningless for intelligent creatures. The soldiers on the front line even deliberately don''t look at the distant land. They are afraid that they will lose their courage to fight when they see the scene of the dark undead disaster that night.
Mages gather together and sing super large combined magic, which often has a very strong mass destruction effect. Around them, the dwarf''s engineering artillery is roaring. These smart little men use better field clearing effect shrapnel, and each shell falling into the battlefield can completely empty an area, The hard frozen soil will be blasted open, the continuous shelling makes the whole ground constantly beating, and the burning smoke makes this battlefield dominated by death more like hell.
But still that sentence, how many souls are there in front of us? inexhaustible!
The roar of the Dragon tears the peace of the sky. They exhale powerfully and plough over the ground again and again. In the dark tide, they carve out no man''s land one after another. The scorching or corrosive dragon breath cuts the whole battlefield to pieces. This terrible lethality once effectively prevented the advance of the undead, Even to help the Legion on the ground will continue to extend the line of defense.
But in the sky after the dense stone ghost and a large number of bone dragon launched, the dragon''s situation has become difficult.
They are powerful, they are powerful, the only problem is that they are too few.
"Silver hand! Charge
Erigor held the silver sword high in his hand, and the golden light wrapped around him and the paladins behind him. If the low-level undead could not get close to them, they would be burned. These paladins were like sharp swords. They pierced through the connection between the defense line and the defense line, cutting away the sea of undead, and the army corps following them, They are responsible for destroying the dead.
On the other side of the battlefield, the orcs also used the same method, but they were more crazy. Under the strong crush of the Tauren kodo beast cavalry, any undead Legion close to the defense line would be pushed back to the center of the battlefield. Garrush rode on his own wolf and roared at the death knight in front of him. When he got close to that guy, he would be killed, The young Orc jumped up from the wolf, and the blood roar in his hands made a dark blood light in the air.
When the light converged, the headless body of the death knight hit the ground, and his head was thrown out by the orcs.
"Come with me!"
Garrush yelled behind him, and rode on the wolf. His trial was interrupted. It doesn''t matter. There''s his battlefield and his war.
But as like as two peas of death were killed by Garr and rash, the shadow of the dead came to him behind the sky. The orc looked up and saw the black black sky and floating city in the sky above his head, the four like fortress with the same second character as Nash and the green skull decoration.
The magic array under the floating city is shining rapidly. Obviously, it has found its target. The next moment, it will tilt fatal magic towards garrush.
The orc warrior felt the threat of death at this moment, and on the other side, delanos roared wildly and rushed towards galush. He could not watch his brother die here, but the next moment.
"Boom"
Dark green heavy energy, like the sword of death, pierces the sky.