Almost as soon as the neighing sound sounded, Angmar instantly realized that it was the cry of a gargoyle.

"Gargoyle!"

"Air strike!"

"Watch the air..."

Several warnings, either made purely from human voices or enhanced by spells, sounded from all over the front line at the same time.

But before the soldiers could react, countless gargoyles condensed into balls at dawn in early spring and "buckled" out of the morning fog above the forest, one after another, completely blocking the sky.

The speed was so fast that it flew over a hundred meters of airspace in an instant and quickly attacked the coalition front.

This kind of psychic creation is extremely good at flying. In terms of flight speed, it is even faster than the best griffin. Don’t forget that flying mounts like griffins are usually manned and carry the necessary equipment.

Long-range weapons have a huge load capacity, and they can't keep up with the speed of the gargoyle.

Fortunately, the Wildhammer Griffins and Quel'Thalas Dragonhawks above the coalition forces had already been prepared and quickly responded to form a line formation to meet the enemy.

When the gargoyles at the front came closer, the rich dance group in the distance was still "breathing" the gargoyles. According to the original investigation, the air power of the natural disaster army was twice that of the coalition forces. Now it seems that this number may

Need to add some more.

Angmar took a quick glance, judged the approximate distance, and then turned the arcane missiles that had been formed towards the frontal battlefield, instead of attacking the gargoyles high in the sky in vain.

The gargoyle flew too high, beyond the range of the spell and out of reach of the ranger's arrows.

In the light and sweet sound, this arcane missile, which was heavily strengthened by the energy of the holy tree essence, crossed the entire battlefield, converged into the dense rain of spells, and became an existence that was invisible to everyone.

But in the end, when the magic missile hit an abomination with super strong defense, something unexpected happened.

I saw it "burrow" into the hateful belly with a swish.

With no free will and basically zero IQ, Abomination, who only knew that he was ordered to act according to instinct, was still taking clumsy strides, rushing towards the coalition defense line with many undead around him, but suddenly paused, as if he was paralyzed by an electric shock.

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The next second, dazzling purple magic light burst out from every seam of Abomination's body that was stitched together by sutures. A huge amount of arcane energy exploded, exploding it from the inside, and pieces of mutilated flesh flew all over the sky.

, some even had their internal organs attached, and knocked over a dozen ghouls nearby.

All of this happened more than a hundred meters away. If you were closer, you would definitely be able to hear the thick, muffled sound of the explosion.

This is just an inconspicuous achievement. The arrows of the long-range troops, the projectiles of the muskets and the intensive pouring spells of the mage group are harvesting the "life" of the undead every minute and second.

Countless undead fell during the charge. They had no emotions, let alone fear. After entering the range of the coalition forces, they left at least thousands of corpses in just three hundred meters of charge, but the latecomers still followed one after another.

He seemed determined not to give up until all the coalition forces were wiped out.

The distance between the two sides has shortened to less than fifty meters.

The human and blood elf priests in the front line, as well as the paladins who mastered sacred spells that were different from ordinary priests but had the same origin as their faith, began to cast blessing spells on the soldiers in the front row.

strength blessings,

aura of piety,

Power Word Shield,

Power Word·Fortitude...

The number of holy spell casters is always limited. If you want to take into account the first row of soldiers who bear the impact first, you must reduce the spell intensity to increase coverage, and select the most cost-effective spells to ensure continuous combat capabilities.

In just a few seconds, the bodies of the soldiers in the front row were covered with a thin layer of holy light, giving them stronger physical and defensive abilities.

"Raise your shield!"

A loud roar came from behind the human line. The heavy infantrymen in the front row, who were all in plate armor, raised their tower shield, which was nearly a person tall, and slammed it onto the ground under their feet. They used all their strength to hold the shield with their shoulders. The second row

The same is true for the heavy infantry. The shields are pressed against the comrades in front of them, and then blocked by the row behind them, forming an unbreakable human wall.

The spearmen behind quickly followed up, and the sound of the wooden gun shafts colliding with the shields was endless. Hundreds of sharp spears were placed on the shoulders of the heavy infantry, and the gaps on the upper edges of the shields were specially reserved at the beginning of the forging.

Stretching out, within three or five breaths, the human frontline turned into a forest of spears with almost no gaps.

Let’s look at the blood elves again…

Under the full operation of the energy-supplying mana crystal, the magic runes on the surface of more than a hundred arcane puppets shined. They opened their arms, their arms were hinged together, their legs were arched and their bodies leaned forward, forming an impregnable iron wall.

From between their bodies, dense spears also protruded.

Spells roared and arrows rained down.

Broken limbs flew across the field, and rotting blood was everywhere.

Twenty meters...

Ten meters...

"For Lordaeron!"

"For Quel'Thalas!"

"For Azeroth!!!"

Several shouts erupted from the front of the line.

Liadrin, standing in front of the Blood Knights, waved the holy sword Quel'Delar, a legendary artifact made by the five-color dragon clan, and danced afterimages in the air.

The blood elves shouted the name of their homeland in unison, and their anger at the destruction of Quel'Thalas exploded at this time.

Tirion Fordring raised the Silver Hand hammer, and the dazzling pillar of holy light penetrated the overcast clouds, crashing down with a huge force, and rolled up an endless storm of holy light at the explosion point.

This first-generation human paladin, who was over fifty years old, had completely transformed into the incarnation of the holy light. The gray beard and hair under his helmet were dancing crazily in the strong wind.

Alexandros Mograine shook the Ashbringer with both hands, and the Rezebu crystal purified by the holy light in the center of the terrifying thick straight-edged sword trembled violently, spreading bursts of blazing holy flames...

"boom!"

The rancid torrent collided head-on with the steel defense line of the coalition forces!

Hundreds of Stitch Monsters, either riddled with sharp arrows or missing limbs from spell blasts, crashed into the coalition lines.

The spear was broken and the flesh and blood were blurred.

The gargoyles also arrived first, stabbing into the gryphon and dragon eagle troops hovering in mid-air like sharp knives...

As soon as the battle began, it instantly entered a white-hot stage.

No one retreats, and no one can retreat, because this battle will determine the fate of the northern part of the Eastern Continent!

Three to four meters tall and weighing nearly half a ton, the Stitch Monster was unstoppable. Even if its body was pierced by a dense mass of spears, it still forced the human heavy infantry to retreat step by step.

One head, two heads, ten heads...

More and more Stitch Monsters hit the back of the dead Stitch Monster. Despite the blessing of the power of the Holy Light, the heavy infantry's front showed signs of collapse. Human beings cannot compete with such powerful flesh and blood creations.

The densely packed ghouls climbed onto the Stitch Monster's body and jumped over, falling into the defense line like dumplings. Most of them were pierced through the chest by the spears from the human back row, and turned into hanging bodies.

Corpse on a spear.

But for these undead who don't know pain at all, carrying out the Lich King and carrying out the master's orders is their highest goal in this life. What's the point of piercing a hundred ghouls with a spear mounted on a shield? The heavy infantry has already

What if he drew his dexterous one-handed sword and slashed upward to kill the passing ghoul?

Weapons will always be curled and broken, manpower will eventually be exhausted, only flesh and blood are eternal, and only natural disasters are eternal! When the sea of ​​the undead sweeps the world, no one can stop it!

The Wildhammer dwarves, who were serving as auxiliary soldiers behind the humans, had already put down their useless muskets, took out the hand axes from their waists, and killed the ghouls that fell into the line.

The same situation happened on the Blood Elf side. The Arcane Golem was slightly larger than the Stitch Monster, and its power was comparable to the latter. The two sides could be said to be squeezed together - this is a true portrayal of the battlefield, if I use one word to describe it.

, only "heap" can express the scene at this time.

Rows after rows of undead followed, squeezing the suture monsters in front of the arcane puppet. The thickest arms of the suture monsters in the front row were useless, and they could only use their necks, backs, or something.

The thin arms sewn together in a ghostly place were weakly dancing with "small" weapons that could only be used to add heads, cutting white marks on the puppet's body.

There is no fancy back and forth between you and me. This battle begins with you charging with fear of death, and I defending without retreating even half a step. The competition between the two sides is who has more and who is more powerful.

When there are loopholes in one side's formation, the other side will seize the opportunity to take advantage of the ensuing melee, thereby accumulating local advantages and establishing a winning streak.

When the ghoul climbed over the "big guy" on both sides who refused to give in, the ranger's reaction speed was fast enough and his shooting was accurate enough. The sharp arrows streaked through the air, almost connecting end to end, one after another.

Harvesting the ghouls one after another.

At this time, the rangers and human long-range troops in the rear were still using projectiles to shoot down the undead that followed. The mage also used indirect shooting spells, trying his best to kill the living power of the undead.

The battle in the air was extremely fierce, griffins, dragon eagles, gargoyles, you are among me, you are among me, the hammer of the storm was spinning, magic missiles were shooting, beaks were pecking and claws were tearing, torn feathers and blood clots were pouring down like a torrential rain.

And fall.

From time to time, gargoyles that were seriously injured and unable to fly fell to the ground and turned into hard stone statues. They were then hacked and chopped by the swarming soldiers, and were completely turned into lifeless rubble after enduring excessive attacks.

The battle continued, and suddenly, dozens of UFOs broke through the fog, trailing strange green trails across the air, and attacked the coalition's lines...

"Meat grinder!"
Chapter completed!