"Wind direction, fifteen degrees east by south, about five yards per second..."
Two griffins were hovering over Magtheridon's legion camp. One of the dwarfs wearing goggles waved to his companions behind him and screamed, "The clouds are thin and the wind is perfect, completely suitable for bombing operations!"
"Very good!" Another bearded dwarf pilot gestured to him, then took out a flare gun from his backpack and released a brilliant red firework into the sky, which was particularly conspicuous in the clear sky after the heavy rain.
"Hey, what is that?"
A low-level lemure who was dragging a log raised his head curiously, pointed at the fireworks exploding in mid-air and asked his companions
"You don't care what that thing is," the lemure next to him said in a low voice without even raising his eyelids. "Hurry up and set up the fortifications, otherwise you will be whipped again later..."
"Hey! You two, if you say any more nonsense, you won't be able to eat at night!" Supervisor Morge swung his whip and scolded loudly, "The fortifications must be completed before Lord Kevin arrives. If there is any mistake, everything will be done."
Everyone washes their necks and waits for death!”
"Yes, yes..." The two evil demon chickens nodded as if they were pecking at rice, and the one who had just discovered the fireworks carefully explained, "Sir, we are not actually chatting. It is actually the red cloud in the sky that is too big.
Weird, that’s why I…”
"Cloud? Which cloud?" The overseer squinted his eyes and looked into the sky, "If you dare to make up any lies to deceive me, be careful of your own..." The Morg swallowed back half of what he said, and drummed
He stared closely at the red fireworks that gradually spread out in mid-air, and the overwhelming group of fighting griffins coming from behind.
"Damn it, it's the dwarf's gryphon army!"
"Enemy attack, enemy attack! Sound the alarm!"
The entire camp was in chaos, and the demons were crawling around looking for cover. However, the previous heavy rain had damaged most of the fortifications. How could they all be repaired in this moment?
I saw a crowd of griffins roaring and swooping down, throwing high-explosive bombs accurately on the heads of the demons. For a while, ghosts and wolves howled in the legion camp, and the broken limbs and arms flew away with the roar of the explosion.
De Lao Gao
"Idiot, fight back! Are your magic anti-aircraft guns just for show?" Supervisor Morg shrank his head behind the still intact fortifications, kicked a lemure in the butt and shouted, "Quickly
Go and beat them down, otherwise we will all die together!"
"But sir, none of us know how to operate that thing!" The low-level demon who exists as a porter argued with a frown, "Sir Kevin has taken all the combat troops to rest, and now besides the engineers, we are the coolies on the battlefield.
, there is no one who knows how to play with cannons!"
The supervisor kicked him several times angrily: "Idiot! Don't you know how to try? Get the hell out of here, get out!"
The short lemures had always been the wasted cannon-fodder troops in the legion. They did not dare to disobey the orders of the Morg despite their prestige, so they had no choice but to rush out. However, they were killed by the dwarves after just a few steps.
The explosive bomb shattered the body into pieces, and not even a scrap was left. Seeing this scene, the Morg overseer couldn't help but shrink his head tighter.
"Yo ho, hit the target right on target!"
A dwarf pilot danced excitedly on the griffin. However, his joy did not last for two seconds before he suffered the same fate as his prey: a dark green dark evil energy ball roared over and hit him accurately.
The abdomen, along with the gryphon's upper body, were corroded into a solution.
"The God of Destruction is above, it's Lord Kevin!" Oversight Manager Morgo shouted in surprise, he was more affectionate than seeing his biological parents, "Sir, knock down all these damn flies!"
The young death knight glanced coldly in his direction, and waved a wave of frost aura to freeze him into an ice sculpture. His tone was colder than the glaciers in the North: "Failed idiot, what use do you have?"
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At this time, the main force of the demons finally came back. They started to fight back with the undamaged magic anti-aircraft guns on the position, and soon reversed the originally one-sided situation.
"Sir, we have determined that they are the dwarves from Wildhammer Fortress," a Satyr adjutant walked up to Kevin and reported sharply, "Looking at their offensive momentum, it seems they are going to conduct a harassing test attack on us."
"Harassment?" The death knight raised his head slightly, squinted his eyes to estimate the number of griffins in the sky, and said sideways, "Instruct everyone to prepare for large-scale attacks on the ground. If the bunkers and fortifications are not prepared, just use the ones just now."
The corpses are gathered together!"
Sartre was a little puzzled when he heard this, but before he could ask the reason for such an arrangement, the rumbling vibrations on the ground in the distance solved his doubts - he saw a huge Union Lion's Heart flag fluttering in the wind, followed by people following behind him.
Thousands of Alliance soldiers dressed in crimson uniforms all exude the aura of the elites of hundreds of battles. Even in the eyes of bloodthirsty demons, these humans are by no means easy targets to mess with.
"Red Storm..." Kevin's pupils suddenly shrank, and Sartre next to him was surprised to find that for the first time, a solemn look appeared on the commander's ice-like face.
"Sir, who are they?" The adjutant looked frightened when he saw the death knight, and couldn't help but ask.
"It doesn't matter who they are, but as soon as these guys show up, it means we are going to be in trouble..." Kevin's face was uncertain. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then growled an order, "Go! Remove all the demons."
The cannons and ammunition can be concentrated together and self-destruct to stop their advance!"
"Self-destruct?" Adjutant Sartre was shocked and hurriedly advised, "But sir, these equipments are extremely valuable to the master of Magtheridon. Once damaged, it will be difficult to replenish them. What will happen to the decisive battle with Illidan?"
beat?"
"Don't talk nonsense, just listen to me!" Kevin said impatiently, "If we destroy these things now to block them for a while, maybe we can still have fun, but if we can't bear to part with two broken metal doors, don't say it is...
Illidan, even those adventurers in Azeroth can kill you!"
Sartre rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth: "No! For the master's grand plan, I will never let you destroy his capital for growth, not even with a cannonball!"
"Then you go to hell to serve your master!" A cold light flashed in Kevin's eyes, and the Ice Mastiff suddenly unsheathed it and wiped it towards Sartre's throat with the warmth of death. The demon who did not expect Kevin to suddenly attack was caught off guard.
While his hand was still on the handle of the knife, his throat was cut by the opponent's sword, and he fell straight down with endless unwillingness and surprise.
Seeing that the chief officer and the adjutant actually had a conflict before the battle, and the former even killed him brazenly, which greatly dampened the morale of the demon troops. Many soldiers put down their weapons and looked at Kevin's clothes on Sartre's clothes at a loss.
Wiped off the blood on the sword
"Soldiers! I know you will be confused and puzzled by my actions at this moment!" The death knight sheathed his sword, jumped on a magic anti-aircraft gun, and said in a low but clear voice, "I come from the distant Aize
Lars, serves the great Lich King, and was a stranger to your master just a few months ago!"
"But since I, Kevin Bloom, received the baptism of darkness and became a glorious death knight, I have never broken faith with anyone! Including your master, the respected King of Outland, Magtheridon!" Kevin's words made the demons laugh.
They looked at each other, not knowing what this powerful alien wanted to express. However, these words did calm down the uneasy mood of his subordinates.
"My master never thought it was reasonable for Illidan to become the master of Outland. He only took away Lord Magtheridon's throne through trickery and betrayal... So! So he sent me to take it back for your master.
The throne, and by the way, take off that despicable night elf’s head!”
Originally, the demons did not dare to ask questions because of Kevin's strength. Now that he was speaking out on his own, they boldly asked: "But what good does this do to you...your master? Outland is separated from Northrend by a hundred thousand."
Qianli, why do you undead have such good intentions to help us?"
"Just because Illidan once offended the great Lich King!" Kevin snapped, "I want to tell you, no one can desecrate the dignity of His Majesty the Lich King in front of the Scourge! For the glory of our king and the Scourge!
We, the members of the Knights of Suffering, have the responsibility to eliminate that stupid and arrogant night elf at the cost of our lives!"
The demons below suddenly realized that the vengeance of these living dead was really as terrifying as the rumors. It seemed that they would not be able to offend him in the future... The demons who thought they had figured it out certainly had no objections to Kevin's strategy - since everyone
The goal is the same, and I’m sure you won’t gamble with your own life.
So just before Crimson Storm launched its attack, Kevin finally succeeded in convincing his demons to gather all the magic cannons and ammunition and self-destruct in front of the Alliance army.
However, even though things went smoothly, when he watched the flames rising into the sky and blocking the advance of the red storm, Kevin still had a flash of haze in his heart: What on earth was that person thinking? Why did we light the weapons when we did?
He didn't launch an attack? Could it be that he already knew all about it?
Although huge questions flashed through Kevin's mind from time to time, this was not the time to get to the bottom of things. He could only summon a skeletal war horse, leave this place with full of doubts and hurried subordinates, and retreat towards Magtheridon's base camp.
At this moment, the person the death knight was worried about was riding on a divine black horse, looking at the blazing bonfire in front of him with joy. He turned his head and smiled at a sturdy dwarf: "
Everything is as expected... Lord Kurdran, then it should be time for us to appear!"
———————————————————— ps: Liu Xiang, Liu Xiang, my heart is full of mixed emotions