Under the bleak moonlight, a legion was advancing along the forest path of the Tirisfa forest. This army of living dead was the one that the dark lady had temporarily pieced together. They were wearing various ragged armors, carrying rusty and diverse weapons, walking through the woods.

Because the road leading from Undercity to Solidane Farm would turn northwards a big bend, pass through the town of Brell, and then turn northwest, which was a very waste of time. In order to save time, the Legion chose to take the shortcut.

Strictly speaking, this road is not a real road. It is a path opened from the woods after the natural disaster war. The construction level of the Forgotten people is obviously incomparable to the living people. This road is built to be bumpy and rugged, and some sections of the road cannot pass even wider carriages. Both sides of the road are tall larches. In order to broaden the road, some particularly tall old pine trees have been cut down. Due to the natural disasters and plagues, most of these pine trees have declined, but the dry trunks are still straight, piercing the sky like spears.

Unlike the orc army, which always had loud battle songs and loud drums, and the strict and scrupulous appearance of the human army, the strict discipline and order of the military, this Forsaken Legion did not line up with a long snake-like marching queue, but was chaotic, crowded into small groups, like a group of noisy sparrows. Their infantry and cavalry were mixed in a mess. In order to catch up with the speed of the cavalry, the infantry grabbed the bridles, ribs, saddles or any other place where they could start, and stumbled and dragged forward to each other.

The Forgotten marching at night never uses torches or lanterns. In the dim night, the eyes of these living dead people are flashing with blood red or light yellow light, swaying in the dark jungle, looking forward, especially from the faint mist, they are simply a group of nightmares coming out of the deep forest, driven by the desire to drink blood or hunger, searching for prey.

In the clearings next to a road, Sylvanas stared at her legion without expression. Old Norman and some other officers surrounded her, all of whom were temporarily promoted, most of whom had no combat experience, but even these laymen, they could see the vulnerability of the new legion.

"Time is so urgent. Your Majesty, they haven't even received any training," said Old Norman worriedly. "We can't just send them to the battlefield."

"We lacked enough weapons and equipment, and many people were holding only a pitchfork, shovel, or simply a scythe. More importantly, we did not have a meat grinder, not a single one." said an officer in a robe and a staff in his hand. He was one of the few pharmacists who had not participated in the rebellion. In recognition of this loyalty, he was appointed by the Queen as the new pharmacist.

The other officers obviously agreed with the two of them, and they whispered, sounding like a bunch of messy flies.

The queen suddenly turned around and looked down at her subjects. The officers found themselves retreating, frightened by the queen's majesty. They lowered their heads and no one dared to speak anymore.

"We must do this!" she said without doubt. "If we don't, once the rebels eliminate the Banshees, they will free up their hands to deal with us. At that time, we will face their army alone, and the situation will be worse than it is now."

The queen paused for a moment and suppressed the anger in her heart, because she had never explained her reasons for her actions to her subordinates before, and she had always given orders, and the officers were responsible for the execution. It was obvious that this rebellion still hurt her prestige - even these newly appointed officers dared to doubt her decision.

"We join now and will share the pressure of the banshees and put the rebels in the dilemma of fighting on both sides," the queen explained patiently. She waved her arms hard and squeezed into the middle. "We will attack both sides and destroy them in one fell swoop!"

Her blood-red eyes swept across the officers' faces one by one. Her eyes were full of power, and there was anger deep in her wide bloody pupils, and she was about to burst out.

At that moment, no one dared to look directly at Sylvanas? Wind Walker's eyes. Immersed in shock and fear, and they heard her say: "In addition to the new legion, we have the powerful force that our enemies have unexpectedly."

Except for Old Norman, the officers were surprised, but no one dared to ask. This must be the queen's trump card, and perhaps it was not yet time to be opened. At this moment, a burst of noise came from the front of the marching team.

"Someone is coming here and is about to get in touch with the striker."

"Prepare for battle!" Some novice soldiers were commanding nervously, and the soldiers were also preparing for the battle in panic. But then things changed.

"It's the taurens, and the orcs, they ride huge beasts, they slow down, and they stop."

"Oh my God, I saw humans and night elves, which is really rare!"

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The soldiers shouted in a mess, but did not receive the Queen's orders and did not launch an active attack.

"Send the order to tell the soldiers not to panic, that is an allies!" The queen quickly realized who those people were and quickly ordered loudly. If the gun accidentally got fire and started fighting, it would really make a big joke.

She glanced at Old Norman and nodded: "Please come over, I need to know the latest news about the battlefield."

The latter bowed silently and left. After more than ten minutes, he returned here again, following the adventurers.

"Salute to you, Your Majesty, to your courage!" Diego, who was walking in the front, saluted to the Queen.

"Okay, don't care about the red tape," the queen responded impatiently, she waved to the hunter and signaled him to get closer, "How is the situation ahead? Are the banshees okay?"

The officers were a little surprised at the Queen's familiarity with these people. This was the first time many of them saw these adventurers, but they were all tactful and didn't say anything.

"The banshees are in good condition. The rebels have not broken through their mountain pass defense line, and it seems that they can hold on for a while."

Diago roughly drew a simple map of the battlefield on the ground, explaining the Queen the troops deployment and situation of both sides.

"So, the banshees are completely at a disadvantage. The reason why they can resist the rebels' attack is entirely due to their terrain advantages." After listening to his explanation, the queen pondered.

"Yes, if they came out of the valley where Death Knights were, I can guarantee that they would be defeated in less than half an hour."

"The terrain advantages of this mountain pass are actually equal for both sides. They are not easy to attack, but they are not easy to rush out at the same time. If the new legion joins the battlefield, the rebels can use a few troops to guard the mountain pass, and then use a large force to eat us." Sylvanas analyzed, her face became heavier. Once the war started, the new legion could not resist the rebel's impact alone.

The crowd fell silent, the atmosphere was solemn and terrible. Everyone present knew that they were in trouble, and they were in trouble, and the road ahead was slim.

"Perhaps we can retreat to the Underworld and use the city fortifications to resist the rebels' attack." A deceased officer with half a face turned half apart suggested.

"Are we watching the banshees perish?" Falanier, the new pharmacist, said angrily, and he looked at the officer mockingly, "City Fortifications, why don't I remember what is in Undercity?"

"We can start building now. We still have time. The rebels will not go south to the Undercity until the Banshees are wiped out." The bad-faced officer retorted. He looked at the others around him and tried to seek their support. Some lowered their heads and remained silent, some even turned their heads and avoided his gaze, but some were nodding frequently, thinking that what he said made sense.

"But it is also possible that as the Queen said, the rebels sent a few troops to siege the valley, and the large troops came south to seek a decisive battle!" Old Norman said.

Sylvanas was still silent, and she stared at the simple map on the ground, as if she wanted to see the flowers from above.

At this time, more people spoke, and they all wanted to express their opinions, arguing in an endless manner, trying to influence the queen's decision-making.

"Her Majesty, I have a way to defeat Varimasas," said a calm voice suddenly. Almost instantly, everyone's eyes focused on the master of the voice, because almost everyone's argument was about advancement or retreat, and he was the first to propose a way to defeat the rebels.

In full view of everyone, Diago smiled awkwardly. He was really not used to being stared at like this, but he still said with a thorn in his mouth: "Maybe we can use the beheading tactic!"

To be honest, Diago does not understand any strategies and tactics, nor does he know how to arrange troops. The only thing he can help the Forgotten is his own force, which is something he has been thinking about on the way back from the sentry. Since the Forgotten cannot come up with better ideas, why not try his method?

"How to behead?" Sylvanas asked anxiously. In fact, she had no other way out, and any possible way would be held firmly in her hands as a life-saving straw.

"Sniper." Diago said in a deep voice. He looked around. The decisive battle was tonight. He was not afraid that anyone among these people would leak the secrets, and there was no time left.

The Banshee King nodded and signaled him to continue.

"My musket range can reach..." Diago roughly converted it in his mind, "...about a thousand steps, within this distance, I can make accurate hits."

A burst of praise sounded in the crowd, and almost everyone was stunned by the number. People looked at him and his musket half-believingly, but no one questioned his words, because no one believed that he would brag about such a big thing, nor did they think bragging would be of any benefit to him.

Sylvanas had begun to feel that his plan might be really possible. She knew the power of this musket, because she had seen it when she was in the Throne Hall.

"The difficulty now is that the fearful devil is suspicious by nature and rarely puts himself in danger. I need you to bring him into my range."

"This is OK!" the queen thought about it in her heart and said, "We can preset the battlefield near your ambush."

"There is another problem. Even if you shoot, you may not be able to kill one blow. After all, the size of the Fear Demon King is too big. An attack that is fatal to ordinary people may not be serious for them. If so, he will definitely cast teleportation spells and leave the battlefield. We must prevent him from teleporting away."

This is indeed a difficult problem, and even the Queen is helpless. Most of the mages who are proficient in teleportation spells are among the rebels of Varimasas, and most of the mages in the new legion are apprentices and cannot come up with any ideas.

"Maybe I can solve it." The most inconspicuous officer said timidly. He took out a bunch of strange tools, parts and devices from his backpack behind him. The most conspicuous one was a light blue oval metal egg, the size of a coconut, the surface of the egg body had strange patterns and several buttons, which looked very exquisite. He carefully held the egg in his hand and handed it to Diago: "Maybe, we can try this."

"Franklin Loyd, our engineering technician, is responsible for maintaining almost the entire Undercity engineering equipment. He is now responsible for the maintenance of the Legion's equipment." Old Norman introduced on the side.

But his introduction was obviously in vain, because Diago's eyes could not hold anyone at all, and they were all occupied by the metal egg.

"Space tear!" Diago murmured in disbelief. He carefully picked up the egg and put it in his hand and looked around, "This is a good thing, exactly what we need most now!"

This device was invented by the famous goblin engineer Zap Fiflin. It can release arcane energy to tear the space and transmit the user to a place where the space mark has been recorded. It is an excellent escape weapon. However, most of the space tears on the market are made by Zap Fiflin. He usually sets the product positioning mark outside his shop in Yongwang Town, Winter Spring Valley.

It is worth mentioning that due to the unreliable style of goblin engineering products, this device is often not effective at all times. If it is not in a desperate situation where life is hanging on the line, few people will use it. However, for Diago, what he needs is its ability to tear apart the space. Whether it is stable or not is not that important.

"Can this little thing stop Varimasas from teleporting away?" the queen said half-believingly.

"Yes, yes," Diago said without raising his head. He focused on the egg like a mad scientist, and occasionally clamped a certain shell to check its interior. "This space tear should have not been used yet. The fire heart, which is energy, is consumed without any consumption. We only need to reversely connect the ports on both sides of the real silver transformer and adjust the jet intensity through the ruby ​​to interfere with the stability of the entire battlefield space. No one can successfully transmit it in this situation."

Everyone around was confused, but they all looked so powerful. Only Franklin grunted and said, "Can you still do this?"

No one knows whether this can be done, except for the extraordinary look on Diago, and the adventurers who have a blind trust in him. The queen is also helpless. Since you say yes, that's fine.

She had no choice but to issue orders to the officers and prepare for war. From time to time, officers who received military orders left and returned to their own troops. Although the military affairs were complicated and complicated, the queen was not panicked and assigned people in an orderly and orderly manner.

"Medim, you have been removed from office," the queen said at the first officer of the bad-faced, who had proposed to retreat, and said expressionlessly, "You are an ordinary soldier now, please report to Jeremia's storm."

The adventurers looked at Sylvanas in surprise, with an incredible look on their faces, but the Forsaken officers around them looked as usual. It was obvious that they had become accustomed to it.

Well, our queen is so willful.
Chapter completed!