Dusk is coming and the light is dim.

The fire outside the defense line used to guard against the last attack had almost been extinguished. The remaining fire light was jumping strangely in front of everyone's eyes. The army of natural disasters that rushed towards them were like terrifying ghosts from the Nether Ghost Realm, shading in the mist and not real.

There was only the rumbling sound, and the ground was even trembling slightly.

A young messenger came to the high slope where Angma was and sang flags to friendly forces. His mission was to judge the limit of the range of the bow and arrow from the commanding heights and command the archers to carry out the first round of volleys. Because the archers stood behind the defense line and their vision was limited, it was difficult to judge the exact distance between them and the enemy.

The main purpose of the first round of volleys is not to kill the enemy, but to the signal that the enemy enters the range. Once the volley command is received, the archers will know that the enemy has entered the range and will be able to pour out the rain of arrows later.

"Prepare to shoot!"

"Prepare to shoot..."

Grassroots officers conveyed the flag-language instructions layer by layer, and the archers skillfully placed the tail groove of the arrow on the bowstring.

The rumbling sound of running was getting louder and closer. The messenger waved the flag again.

"Take the bow!"

"Take the bow..."

The archers who received the instructions pushed forward and pulled back, and the bowstring made a tight sound, and the sharp arrow pointed far away. At the same time, the mages on the defense also began to recite spells and prepare for lethal spells.

Suddenly, a hoarse roar echoed across the battlefield, and the rushing natural disaster army quickly slowed down and stopped just outside the limit range of the bow and arrow.

The messenger hurriedly waved two small flags and kept drawing circles.

“Give up shooting!”

"Give up shooting, damn it!"

Angma saw a natural disaster general riding a horse raiding the dead, and came to the formation to stop and watch for a while, looking at the few gargoyles left in the air, and then turned around to look at the mountain where the meat grinding chariot was located. He seemed quite puzzled. Why was the alliance defense line at this time not covered with plague and poisonous miasma?

He stood still, and the gargoyles began to hover around the position in an orderly manner as if they had received instructions.

Angma's heart sank. The natural disaster general was thinking about what happened, investigating the deployment of troops on the defense line, and making corresponding tactical adjustments!

Compared with ordinary troops, the Scourge is really too perverted. Not only does all soldiers do not need to eat, drink, defecate, and eliminate the most arduous food and grass supply links in logistics work; there is no trouble caused by low morale; the spirit is all connected to the Lich King's spiritual network, and any individual's sensory information can be shared with all companions.

The army of the living is extremely powerful in terms of reconnaissance efficiency, tactical execution speed and strength, etc., and its advantages are really too great.

Under the orders of the generals of the natural disaster, the Scourge Corps, four hundred meters away, made quick adjustments. The movements were not very uniform, but they were extremely efficient. Soon, the ghouls in the front row moved aside to both sides and walked out of thirty or fifty giant suture monsters like meat mountains from behind.

Moreover, Angma's elves' vision was clearly visible, and it seemed that another squadron had left the large army and turned to the side. It was extremely fast and raised waves of dust. It was probably a cavalry.

After completing a series of adjustments, the generals of the natural disaster returned to the military formation, and then shouted again. The dozens of suture monsters started first and rushed towards the weak fortifications on the defense line with huge steps. Their power was shaking, and the ground was trembling faintly. Everyone couldn't help but feel fear. Other ordinary undead like ghouls and resurrected people followed closely, and the entire army instantly turned into a sharp knife.

The Scourge Corps is trying to use the method of pointing out the surface and concentrating elite forces to penetrate the defense line of the alliance!

"Free shooting! Aim at the stitching monster, shoot freely!" Angma couldn't wait for the messenger to issue a flag-language command, and shouted loudly in his voice that was augmented by the amplified magic.

"Your Highness, hurry up..."

"You stay here to protect him." Before Angma finished speaking, Gianna, who frowned, said to her royal guards. She could see that Angma, who was suffering from the sequelae of awakening spell, was in poor condition.

Then she contacted the Dalaran mage on the defense line in some way, and everyone teleported to the line of defense that was about to be impacted, and launched a blocking attack with the archers. For a moment, the arrow rain was everywhere, and the spells were dense, and all the stitching monsters in the front row were gathered.

But these terrifying flesh and blood creatures have extremely strong defense and are not afraid of shooting. Even if they are covered with arrows, they are pushing forward without fear. Finally, a spell or a sharp arrow cut off the leg tendon of the suture monster in the front row, and it finally fell to the ground without firm footing.

Although the stitching monsters look bulky, their charge speed is not slow. In less than twenty seconds, they rushed through half the distance. Their flesh-shielded bodies blocked all arrows and spells for the friendly forces behind them. Only two or three haters lost their ability to move.

But as the distance got closer, the lethality of arrows and spells became increasingly greater and denser, and the charge of the stitched monster finally slowed down. Jaina successfully summoned a blizzard, and the dense ice cone was wrapped with a force comparable to a hundred-pound strong bow, and shot hard on the front row of the stitched monsters, killing two instantly.

The stitching monsters are still advancing. At this rate of casualties, they can still have at least half of them when they reach the frontline. By that time, they will be their world. Ordinary soldiers cannot stop them in melee battles, not to mention that there are ghouls and resurrections behind them who are hiding behind them.

Angma was anxious. He traveled through time for twenty-three years and gave all his time to spell research. He knew nothing about war and his understanding of strategy and tactics was limited to the basics. However, he knew that no matter what, he could not let these suture monsters break through the front.

He looked around. On this high slope with a good view, there would be senior officers who served as commanders to watch the battlefield in every battle. He sent commanders to issue instructions to his subordinates in flags, but today there was not one because they were basically dead.

Damn the natural disaster assassin!

"Reserve team, is there any reserve team? Let the reserve team be fully supported!" Angmala passed the commander and ordered loudly.

The messenger was shocked. Although conveying the order issued by an outsider who had no authority to command the troops completely violated the regulations, he was not stupid. He could see the precarious situation and knew that the order of the Blood Elf Special Envoy was correct.

At this moment, how can you deal with the messy things? No matter whether you are the commander or not, you can see the situation on the battlefield clearly and issue the correct orders accordingly, then it is not that the commander is better than the commander and can shoulder heavy responsibilities.

The messenger nodded quickly and lit a flag and executed the order.

Soon, two hundred reserve soldiers piled up on that line of defense, and the reserves in other sections were also running there.

Not enough, far from enough.

"Let the troops on both sides move closer to the other side!" Angma ordered again, and the messenger continued to wave the small flag, and saw soldiers on the defense line quickly reinforcements there.

Still not enough.

At this time, how could you still have the heart to take care of the natural disaster cavalry squadron waiting for the opportunity? Once the defense line is broken by the sewing monster, the two sides will fall into a fierce battle. With these poorly equipped alliance soldiers, there is absolutely no possibility of defeating the natural disaster.

Angma glanced at Jaina's royal guards and suddenly found that these dozen elite soldiers were also elite forces that should not be underestimated. He hurriedly said: "Go and support the front line, don't stay here and look at me!"

"Your Highness's order is to protect you." The captain of the guard shook his head, meaning we would not go anywhere.

"Oh, you guys are stupid!"

It was almost time for the time being that the remaining twenty sewing monsters had arrived at the defense line. Most of them were covered with arrows, and some were still burned with flames caused by spells or were carrying ice lumps. However, the heavy flesh and blood strengthened by the psychic technique provided them with strong enough defense, and finally hit the defense line with Lin Li's spear.

Nearly ten suture monsters died because of this, but they successfully opened a breakthrough for the large army. The following suture monsters strided open the roadblocks, ghouls, zombies and resurrectionists wearing broken alliance armor flocked in.

Those "heroic" suture monsters made Angma frightened. No matter how elite the troops or how noble the dedication was, it would be difficult to face death so bravely and fearlessly. But the undead who had no sense of autonomy did not have this concern. Rather than saying that they were soldiers of the Scourge, they were tools, brainless tools to implement the will of the Lich King, and tools to do all means to achieve their goals.

The two sides quickly entered a fierce hand-to-hand combat stage. A large number of alliance soldiers died every minute and every second, but they still stubbornly resisted the momentum of natural disasters. Because they could not pour into the broken defense line, the natural disaster troops simply spread their ground and launched a full-scale attack on that line.

Alliance soldiers fought back on favorable terrain such as roadblocks, fortifications and trenches.

Without Angma's "command", the officers in other sections also knew that the situation was critical and only left a small number of troops to defend, so they rushed to support the rest.

The mages' large-scale lethal spells worked very well, curbing the delusion of natural disasters expanding their results. The flame and frost-type spells simulated by arcane magic continue to create firewalls and ice rain, causing huge damage in areas with dense undead.

In a short period of time, the defense line would not seem to fall. But Angma felt deeply uneasy in his heart. Where did the Undead Cavalry Squadron with a population of about hundreds?

At this time, the disadvantages of losing effective coordination at the command level have been completely exposed. Everyone is acting according to their instincts. Grassroots officers are unable to take overall charge of the overall situation and have no time to take care of the flag bearer's instructions, so they can only make choices based on experience.

Most sections are reinforcements to that line of defense, and the number of left-behind soldiers is very small. Angma really wants the flag bearer to issue a return order, but not to mention the extremely chaotic battlefield, can the officers notice the flag words here? If they really go back, the broken line of defense will inevitably fall into a tough battle because they cannot get effective reinforcements.

There are too many undead, too elite. The only victory for the alliance is those Dalaran Mages who have powerful magic power...

Also! Angma couldn't help but look back and look in the direction of the Holy Light Monastery. He didn't know whether the chaos created by the spies there had been calmed down. If the pastors on the church could come quickly to support, the disadvantage might be reversed.

His brain was running rapidly, only a thousand days to be a thief, but no reason to defend against thieves for a thousand days. Since the undead troops were already concentrated outside that small line of defense, instead of scattering their troops to stay in other sections of defense, it would be better to withdraw them as a reserve force, and then quickly enter the battlefield as a firefighter according to the direction of its attack.

Thinking of this, just as the messenger was about to issue the order, he heard the dense sound of horse hooves. Angma looked in the sound and saw hundreds of undead cavalry appearing in the southwest, charging at a fast speed on the southwest defense line, raising dust from behind, with a huge momentum as thunder.

"Let the soldiers over there be concentrated!" Angma shouted, looking around, "Is there any reserve team there? hurry up and send it!"

The messenger hurriedly issued a flag slogan, but the reserve team on that line of defense had already been put into the battlefield, so how could there be half a figure who could return to the rescue? All the mages were also firmly held on the main battlefield, and they could not withdraw from supporting the southwest line!

Not only that, the attention of the soldiers there was also firmly attracted by the undead cavalry in front of them, and they could not see any flag-language commands. Angma even vaguely saw signs of escape. There were only more than a hundred soldiers left on that defense line. How could they resist the cavalry charge? No matter how elite soldiers were, it was difficult for them to maintain discipline in such a scene.

The soldiers subconsciously retreated. Under the harsh scolding of several officers, they gathered together and erected a long spear forest - but how could this prevent the undead cavalry who was far better than them? All the soldiers were sweating coldly, and their hands and feet couldn't help but tremble.

The reserve team has no time to support and the remaining troops are insufficient. Once the undead cavalry breaks through the defense line, whether it is going around the back to attack the main battlefield or simply kills the refugee camp, it will cause them immeasurable major losses!

"Let's go!" Angma pulled the captain of the guard and rushed there to support him.

With such skill in speaking, the undead cavalry has reached the forefront, and it is almost about to reach the southwest defense line...

At this moment, a dazzling and dazzling holy light broke through the dark clouds and shone on the southwest defense line. Two figures like gods descended to earth emerged from the crowd, and a thick and sacred battle cry resounded throughout the battlefield: "For the Alliance!"
Chapter completed!