Angmar closed his eyes tightly and frowned deeply. He had changed from holding the sword with one hand to holding the sword with both hands. The fiery red energy flowed from the blade of Flame Strike and entered Angmar's body along his arms.

, unknown magic runes appeared and disappeared around him, and a profound magic circle seemed to be slowly taking shape, illuminating the surrounding area in a fiery red.

Idonis was standing next to Angmar, holding a heavy book in his hand. Whenever the runes around Angmar appeared, he would immediately use magic to record them in the book. He was obviously very tired.

The eagerness for esoteric runes is the complete opposite. It looks like a person who is thirsty for knowledge and suddenly sees some unknown and valuable knowledge.

Lor'themar and Liadrin looked away and looked at each other, seeing a trace of solemnity in each other's eyes.

Ever since Angmar entered that state, the magical energy emitted by Flame Strike has become several times more powerful, covering hundreds of meters in radius. This energy is very familiar to every blood elf present.

It was some kind of transcendent energy similar to the Sunwell, but more powerful and...

ancient.

What exactly is the devil worried about?

When Ashbringer asked the question, the two of them had a suspicion in their hearts that even they found incredible. Could they be worried about Angmar...the artifact in his hand?

The one that was shattered by Frostmourne, but was strangely reforged not long ago, and has far more power than before... Flame Strike?

Fairbanks opened his eyes and got out of the spell-casting state. A look of fatigue appeared on his face, and he took a long breath. He picked up a thick stainless steel shoulder armor from his feet, pinched the buckle, and helped Mo

Glennie put it on his left shoulder, and then replied: "No matter what, we have contained the most powerful enemy."

"contain?"

Dathrohan shook his head with a wry smile, raised his hand and fired out a blast of holy flames, burning several ghouls that were running towards them into ashes.

This destructive sacred spell is very exquisite. Although this great paladin, who is more than two meters tall, gives people a powerful impression, making people subconsciously think that he is more like a warrior, but in fact he is a warrior.

One of the five first-generation human paladins and a disciple of Archbishop Fao, he is also very good at sacred spells, but it is just overshadowed by his powerful combat ability.

The confrontation was limited to this area. Except for the troops led by the three fear devils who did not move, the rest of the battlefield was still fiercely fighting. The sides and rear of these hundreds of coalition elites were also constantly under attack from the mindless undead.

.

"Send more men over! Let Abbendis take his troops to the side to support us."

He issued an order to the messenger behind him, who immediately ran away under the protection of several paladins. Until now, the battle cannot be regarded as a melee. It is a complete mess. Between the coalition forces and the natural disasters, you

There is me in the middle, and you are in the middle of me. The casualties of each other have even exceeded half.

In normal times, such casualties would have caused a retreat long ago. But this battle means too much to everyone. The belief in the Holy Light unites mankind, and the hatred of natural disasters and the belief in defending the homeland support the blood.

The elves allow the coalition forces to fight the enemy endlessly with an attitude of never retreating.

It's just that this battlefield environment hinders the delivery of orders, making unified mobilization of the army extremely troublesome. It's not just the human side with Dathrohan as the supreme commander, the blood elves are also the same. All middle and low-level officers are there.

He tried his best to lead the remaining troops to rush here, intending to rendezvous.

It can be said that the most important test of the current situation is the eliteness of an army. If we put aside ordinary armies with weak cohesion, weak discipline, or poor combat effectiveness, I am afraid that they will be dispersed long ago and will be difficult to unite.

, was divided and surrounded by the enemy's superior force.

After issuing the order, Dathrohan revealed a silent fact: "We have not contained the strength of the enemy's main force. They... are much stronger than us."

Everyone was nervous and looked at the demon army in the distance that still showed no movement.

The angry guard with ulcerated skin and abscesses caused by evil energy wears sturdy armor made of unknown metal. The knotted muscles on his arms cannot be compared to even the strongest orcs, and are even as thick as a human waist. No one doubts that

What a terrifying explosive power it contains.

But they don't look bulky at all, because their height gives them a slender figure. In addition to being strong, they also have equally important agility. The two swords they wield are extremely long and heavy. I am afraid that ordinary warriors cannot use either of them.

Swing it freely.

They lined up calmly, motionless, and their strict discipline even made every commander who knew how to lead troops to fight have to admire them. It must be said here that demons always give people a violent nature and do not obey discipline.

Perception, but they are just low-level demons living in the twisted void. Every demon absorbed by the Burning Legion and thrown into the battlefield is a tool that can perfectly implement the master's will. Otherwise, how could the Burning Legion command such an army?

, how about sweeping across the entire Infinite End?

The angry guard's emotionless black and gray eyes stared unblinkingly at this side, like a perfect killing machine, giving people full psychological pressure.

These are the Wrath Guards who, although few in number among the Burning Legion, are more elite than the Demon Guards who are from the Gurgan tribe. They are the elite among the elite in ground combat forces.

As the sight turned, more elite members of the Scourge were standing near the Wrath Guard. The most unforgettable among them were the resurrected people of all races wearing black armor and holding rune swords. They were the early members of the Scourge.

Death Knight, the prototype of the Knights of the Ebon Blade.

Since the Ebon Blade Fortress has not yet been established, the training of death knights has not been large-scale, and many skills have not been mastered by these early death knights. However, it is undeniable that these resurrectors, who were already powerful during their lifetime, are still sweeping the battlefield.

Horrible nightmare.

These early death knights included humans, high elves, and even a few dwarves. The faint aura emanating from their bodies clearly told everyone that they were all epic-level powerhouses. What's more, there were some among them.

Special flesh and blood creations, such as a huge suture monster, not to mention the several lichs behind it.

This makes people feel extremely heavy. Perhaps in terms of the highest combat power of the legendary level, even if everyone present is extremely tired, they still have the capital to fight with the opponent. However, the opponent's large number of epics are suppressed in all directions.

coalition forces.

This battle...

Tirion looked up at the cloudy sky and murmured to himself: "The darkness before dawn is always the most dense..."

He tightened his grip on the hammer handle of the "Silver Hand" and felt the warm touch from his palm. A look of perseverance appeared on his already somewhat old face, "But no matter what, the dawn will always be for those who strive to meet it."

Come."

…

After a long period of observation and hesitation, Varimathras finally broke the silence. He said: "Back in Silvermoon City, I almost caught this cunning boy with slippery hands. Master Archimonde thought

I captured this kid just because I became interested in mortals being favored by magic sources such as the Sunwell. The master has suffered losses at the hands of that guy before, and the master has not identified his identity, so what are you worried about? I am still worried.

Reserve your own opinion, in my opinion, he is just a lucky epic level mage, nothing more. Since he has the energy of the Sun Well in his body, the magic wave must be similar to the guy who was blessed by the Well of Eternity.

This is completely unsurprising. In my opinion, you are too cautious. If the master knew that the invasion of the northern part of the Eastern Continent was actually blocked because of our unfounded doubts, the verbal punishment... would only be the slightest. Let us

Let's attack."

Balnazar and Deselok began to think after hearing this, and after a while they nodded solemnly.

"Of course, necessary precautions are still indispensable."

Varimathras smiled cunningly and waved behind him. Kel'Thuzad floated over silently, stopped beside the three dreadlords and bowed in greeting.

"Lich, let your troops attack first." The Dread Lord said.

Kel'Thuzad nodded deeply and carried out his master's orders like the most loyal slave. However, when his eyes passed Angmar in the crowd, he stayed there for two seconds without anyone noticing, as if he had another agenda.

Inspired by Kel'Thuzad's spirit, the Scourge's most elite troops remaining in the Lordaeron region strode forward, passed the demons, and took the lead in launching an attack on the main force of the coalition forces in the distance, which was getting tired.

Seeing this, the three-headed Dread Demon King also waved his hand, and hundreds of powerful angry guards immediately followed behind the undead.
Chapter completed!