The staggering zombies surged out of the pine woods in groups, and their movement speed was no more slower than that of ordinary people. They seemed to be relatively weak undead, with their strength around the ordinary fourth level, and their combat power was equivalent to a weak human adult man without training.

But many ants bite the elephant to death. The Scourge Legion is good at the tactics of the sea of ​​people. Unable to resist the large number of these weak undeads, Angma glanced at them, and the undeads were row after row, not sure if there were one thousand or two thousand.

If Ambermeer would be subjected to such an attack every day, I really don't know how the militia here persisted.

Angma drew out the standard one-handed sword he obtained at Anovien and slowly accumulated mana.

There were messy surroundings, and volunteer militias kept running out of the town and guarding the gap in the building ruins on the edge of the town.

What puzzled Angma was that many refugees were chased by the undead and ran towards the town.

"Sir, there are hundreds or thousands of refugees who are in a panic every day, taking shortcuts from here to Dalaran. They didn't know that Ambermere had fallen, and they thought they could get asylum here." Leas saw Angma's question and explained. Then he ordered the Breaker under his command: "Come on, brothers, let's retreat to the defense line!"

With a command, the Blood Elf Magic Breaker Squadron immediately maintained its formation and retreated to the town in an orderly manner. Then it quickly divided into more than a dozen strands, and under the leadership of their respective captains, they scattered to the nearby street defense line, and tacitly joined the volunteer militia.

The skillful training displayed by the Breaker made Angma look at him.

"Stay on the line of defense!"

"For the Holy Light!"

"For Gilness!"

The undead kept approaching, and the human militia on the defense line shouted and encouraged themselves. Angma saw that most of their equipment was extremely simple. Some were wearing leather armor, but they were covered with broken plate armor shoulder pads that were not fitted on their shoulders. The chest was tied with thick wooden boards to serve as a defensive function. They seemed to be pieced together, with everything, and most of the weapons in their hands were rusted.

The only thing that made Angma sigh was the firmness in these people's eyes. He knew that even if they didn't even have decent equipment, even with the pitchforks, they would fight for their faith.

Who would have thought that when facing terror, these militias with worrying combat skills would show such courage?

Azeroth never lacks heroes.

The undead are getting closer and closer. The so-called defense line is nothing more than building materials and debris piled up at the street entrance and the ruins. The militia have no long-range weapons at all, nor do they dig systematic defensive trenches like the Holy Light Monastery, and pile up fire-burning objects to burn the brainless undead, and there is no efficient way to kill the enemy.

"Sir, you'd better retreat to safety." Captain Leas couldn't help but worry when he saw Angma looking like he was going to join the war himself.

Angma shook his head. With the strengthening of the essence of the Saint Tree Sas Ala, his attributes were fully enhanced. He could not watch it on the wall, and he had never had the chance to fight before. Now is the best time to experience the transformation of his strength after the strengthening of his attributes.

Captain Leas persuaded righteously: "Sir, the battlefield is not a joke, please..."

"Prepare to catch the enemy!" A shout suddenly came from the right.

The tide of undead had approached less than 100 meters. The militia became nervous, while the lawbreakers were ready.

Angma didn't care about the captain, and immediately calmed down and condensed his energy, stood in front of the defense line, and began casting spells.

Then on the defense line, a blood elf mage was throwing out fireballs one after another at a dazzling casting speed, just like a spell machine gun.

Not only the human militia were shocked, but the magicians behind Angma also began to look at him with strange eyes.

Captain Leas stared at the dead like a cut wheat, and swallowed all the persuasion back into his stomach.

The rumbling sound was endless. Every time the fireball hit the dead, it would burst, and the flames would swirl, causing considerable casualties in the dense formation of the dead.

Angma did not use spells such as Fire Rain, Blizzard, etc., which consumed extremely high magic. Fireball, which would cause small-scale killing after hitting, saves magic, has strong lethality, and is the most cost-effective spell that is most suitable for the current situation.

Those slow-moving undead are the best targets to live.

By the time the brainless undead arrived at the defense line, at least 180 were killed or injured. In this battlefield environment where there was no need to worry about the enemy's countermeasures and the enemy was relatively weak, the role a mage could play was so great.

In the compulsory courses of the Royal Military Academy of Quel'thalas, how to reasonably suppress enemy raiders and reduce casualties on one side is the top priority.

No one understands the horror of mages better than the high-level (blood) elves with extremely high mage success rates, so they trained a group of extremely elite mages to fight against the enemy - but in the face of the endless sea of ​​undead, they have no use.

"Come back quickly!" Seeing that the undead was less than ten meters away, Captain Leas hurriedly pulled Angma, who was immersed in the pleasure of casting, and could not extricate himself.

Angma blinked, came back to his senses, and retreated to the defense line. The casting experience just now was so good that it could not be better. The mana flow in his body was extremely smooth, with the help of the essence of the holy tree, and his communication with the magic net was not stagnant. All the bonuses were superimposed on one place, and his casting speed was even nearly twice as fast as before!

This feels really...

Too powerful!

"Huh!"

The undead pounced on it with his teeth and claws, and the broken vocal cords made a vague roar, and the rotten aura rushed towards him. But they either tripped over the gravel or had their lower bodies stuck behind obstacles, waving their claws at the people inside in vain.

The militia stood far behind the roadblock and killed the undead with long-handled weapons such as spears. The magicians stood behind the militia, and occasionally used long blades to fill it up to kill the fish that had escaped the net.

"This is too..." Angma suppressed the restlessness of the jubilant mana in his body, feeling very confused.

Such a brainless undead is too threatening. There seems to be no suspense in the battle.

Captain Leas stood beside Angma without moving. He looked at his subordinate who was killing the enemy in front of him with a serious expression and said in a deep voice: "Suspense? Sir, this has just begun."

"start?"

Sure enough, Angma saw the undead swarming up, climbing up the body of the same kind, and then being stepped on by the same kind in the back row. Driven by the endless desire for flesh and blood, the undead tried his best to cross the defense line and drink the blood of humans and blood elves...

A terrifying meat ball that is constantly wriggling is taking shape.

Angma hurriedly summoned a ball of cold air to freeze the "meat ball" in front of him, slightly curbing the intentions of the undead, but the undead behind him was still climbing.

Finally, when the meat balls reached a certain height, they began to tilt into the defense line uncontrollably. The unlucky guys on the top fell one after another, and the crackling sound of meat falling, and the crisp sound of bones breaking sounded one after another.

Their fragile bodies could not withstand such fall damage, but became the flesh pads of later generations. The undead fell on their similar people and soon climbed up impatiently and rushed towards the soldiers behind the defense line.

The undead just entered the defense line!

Angma was frightened by the visual impact in front of him and had to fight and retreat with humans and blood elves. If the spell could not affect friendly forces, he would use fireball to bombard the undead; if he was bitten by the undead and could not escape, he would summon a blizzard about ten meters in front of him to kill and hinder the follow-up of the undead.

Angma held a sword in one hand and cast a spell with the other hand, and occasionally chopped over an undead that was pounced on him. In the transition, he frequently made Captain Leas, who was protecting him, look at him side.

"Sir, I thought you needed my protection," Captain Leas waved his sharp long blade and cut off the heads of the undead in front of him. Then he quickly turned his moves, and while his strength was still alive, he half-turned his body to kill the enemy beside him. "Now it seems that I was too worried."

In fact, for melee battles, Angma has completely understood the seven orifices and has no idea. The reason for the connection is that the casting no longer occupies too much mental power as before, and he can pay more attention to his body and change as needed.

The greatly improved power and agility also gave him a far better melee ability than ordinary mages.

Everyone fought and retreated. The excellent combat skills displayed by the magic breaker allowed Angma to see what a real elite is. Not only did they have excellent martial arts, their body skills were agile, but their equipment was also a good set of enchantment equipment. Any set was enough to bankrupt the middle-class human family.

Years of training have made their skills perfect. Putting aside the word "breaking method", it is also a terrifying army with all the members having the strength of the elite in the early stages. Not to mention that they are essentially half a mage. Their understanding of magic is more inclined toward magic principles, focusing on the application methods of excavating the energy of the Sun Well in their bodies, basically not practicing magic power. Under the constraints of limited energy, they should maximize the use of time, and practice martial arts and magic.

Their magical attainments are not inferior to ordinary mages. They can find the weaknesses of enemy spells and mobilize the magic energy of the Sunwell in their bodies to counter them.

After the destruction of the Sun Well, the ability of the magic destroyer has been weakened a lot, but as long as you can find the source of magic power or spend a certain amount of time to re-practice the magic method, you will definitely be able to regain your past glory.

Suddenly, a militia staggered by a stone, and then he was grabbed into the dense wave of undead by his extended arm. More than a dozen undead spirits surrounded him and started eating. As soon as the crying sounded, they were all trampled into flesh mud by the undead behind him.

On the dilapidated buildings on both sides of the street, there were constant voluntary militia pushing down piles of gravel, doing their best to hinder the dead.

Angma looked back and saw that everyone had retreated to the intersection at the other end. He walked slowly two steps behind and cast a half-icing ring to protect everyone from evacuating.

"The others have not yet returned, we must stick here to avoid them being surrounded!" There is also a line of defense at the intersection, but it needs to be improved a lot. The militia behind pointed to several streets connected to the intersection and said loudly.

The magic breakers and the militia retreated into the defense line tacitly and continued to block the enemy. It was not difficult to have the help of Angma, a mage with extremely profound magic power.

When the adjacent friendly forces were squeezed and retreated to the intersection by the undead, they were still the same. The undead still subconsciously climbed the obstructed kind of people, and the defense line was still broken. The troops that had converged continued to retreat, reunited, and retreated, from the west of the town where the enemy was the first to catch the enemy, to the east of the town. During this period, there were human militias familiar with the terrain leading the way, and on relatively well-preserved high-rise buildings, there were also observers waiting and watching the situation and guiding the way for their comrades.

Angma understood a little why they could hold on to Ambermeer for so long. These militias have been using architectural ruins to separate the brainless undead. In this way, even if the overall strength is at a disadvantage, the individual militias are far more flexible than the weak resurrections, and the local battlefield is always superior.

After two hours, he could not count how many undead he had killed. He felt that his sword-waving arms were extremely sore, and his fingers seemed to grow on the hilt of the sword, which was so stiff that it could not be broken. More than half of the mana power greatly enhanced by the essence of the Holy Tree was consumed.

When the last undead in front of him was cut in half by Captain Breaker, Angma couldn't help but feel dazed. The undead's bloody mouth, abscesses, sharp teeth, scaly bones and exposed tendons were still spinning in his head.

This is a battle where the enemy is "weak", with a single tactic, and simple enough to be simple. But it is the norm in the third war. Faced with a terrifying number of resurrections, even though they know that the Scourge is using cannon fodder to consume their own live power, they can't do anything about it.

It is one thing to cast spells at a safe distance, but it is another thing to pick up a weapon and fight with the undead in the same place and face the horror of the undead. Angma admires the courage of these soldiers from the bottom of his heart.

"Count the casualties," Captain Leas ordered panting, then turned to face Angma and sighed: "Sir, this is just the easiest group of corpses to deal with. On the day we came, Ambermere was attacked three times like this, and the last time there were hundreds of ghouls. The human militia was originally more than 1,300, so it was reduced by more than half... Lord Angma, it is my honor to be able to fight side by side with you."

Angma gasped heavily and did not answer. He almost forgot his purpose of joining the war. The essence of the Holy Tree did make him stronger than before, but...

Then what's the use? In a battlefield of this scale, the role that any individual can play is very small.

Unless it is ranked in the legendary level...

The feeling of accomplishment that had just reached the tenth level of the elite was not left, and was hit by this ingenious battle. Angma found that she was becoming stronger and stronger. It seemed that it was time to accumulate strength and break through to the epic level...

...

After the battle, the casualties of the Breaker Squadron were counted, with 19 people slightly injured, 3 seriously injured, and 1 person dead. Angma didn't know how the human side was, but the number of casualties was definitely many times that of the Breaker.

The cleaning work began, collecting available arms, strengthening fortifications, burning corpses... I was busy until nightfall.

At night, Angma and Captain Leas received an invitation from the leader of the Volunteer Militia: Linde, to go to a ruin with barely shelter from the wind.

"Give it." Linde handed the two men a hot black bread from a bonfire, and then asked about the situation outside Angma.

Through conversation, Angma learned about the current situation in the southern part of the Silver Song Forest.

Only the word "chao" can be described.

Too messy.

After the gate of Greymann's Wall suddenly closed, the refugees outside were already lucky, but when the boundless sea of ​​undead swarmed in, no matter how they called the door, the winch of the door never turned a little.

Gilness just sent griffin riders to throw supplies, helping Dalius Crore's troops to detect the undead movements as much as possible, and would not do more than that.

The refugees fled to the east frantically, and the team of more than 100,000 people was quickly dispersed by the undead and survived. Some avoided the undead and fled to the mountain passage northeast of Ambemill, while others went directly east.

The limited troops of the Dalius Lord could not protect everyone or maintain order. He could only go upstream and block the large troops north of Burning Mu Village to buy time for refugees to save themselves...

There were many Gilness northerners like Linde who spontaneously formed militia groups, scattered in the southern part of the forest to resist the undead and escort small groups of refugees. They were numerous, but they were not good at fighting skills and were very poor in equipment.

Angma chewed a bite of bread and chewed it, the smell was like chewing wax.

Under the reflection of the bonfire, a tall and thin shadow cast onto the broken wall, approaching this side, with shadows that were not real. Angma looked back and saw it was a blood elf.

Wearing a gorgeous official uniform, arrogant face, strange blood elf...

Behind him, there were more than a dozen followers who showed disgust and covered their noses with handkerchiefs to get rid of the stinking smell.
Chapter completed!