Like a flood bursting from a dam, the Kor'kron cavalry appeared on the flanks of the Scourge with unstoppable power. The pouring ferocious attack instantly defeated the defense line that the undead had worked hard to build, and their entire formation was destroyed.
Stir to a pulp
"Horde?" Bolvar looked at the new troops joining the battle with some surprise, but there was no disgust in his tone. "These greenskins came at the right time..."
As if answering the grand duke's soliloquy, the flying red and black war flags of the tribal army and accompanied by a sharp ax split open the last defense of the undead. Countless Kor'kron cavalry followed Dranos with shouts to kill through the enemy formation, and
Alliance attack forces converge
"I was just wondering whether you would miss this grand banquet." Bolvar smashed the ghoul in front of him with his shield and said loudly to Dranos who jumped off the warg.
"Of course not!" the orc grinned, showing his fangs and laughed, "I can't let the Alliance enjoy all the fun alone!" As he spoke, he swung his ax fiercely, and the sharp ax blade rubbed Bolvar's cheek.
Crossed over and cut a Vrykul who was waiting for a sneak attack behind him into two pieces.
"What a greenskin!" The Grand Duke laughed, and went up side by side with Dranos, chopping up countless undead like chopping melons and vegetables, and led the powerful Alliance Horde army to attack the Gate of Scourge.
The remaining natural disaster defenders were crushed into mud.
"Now, it's time for that traitor to pay for his sins!"
Under the banner of the lion's heart flying high, Bolvar shouted loudly, "Alsace! The blood of your father and the blood of your people must be washed away with justice! Don't keep cowering in that iron cage and be a coward. Hurry up and put on your clothes."
Come out with your little crown and let the holy light of justice purify you from your sins!"
As if in response to Bolvar's provocation, the tall Angasa gate made a tooth-breaking creaking sound. The jagged gate separated up and down, as if a giant beast looking for food slowly opened its fangs.
"Justice? That's just a curtain used by you weaklings to hide your shame..."
The cold sunlight in the north shines on the thick armor, reflecting a strange blue and black luster. Two blue will-o'-the-wisps shine through the heavy ice helmet, making everyone who looks at it feel terrified as if it has substance.
——This is the king of the North, the ruler of millions of Scourge legions, Arthas Menethil
"Mortal people don't understand that the so-called 'justice' is actually just another footnote of cowardice." Alsace's voice seemed to be able to penetrate the ice and be clearly imprinted in everyone's mind. "There is only absolute justice."
Only strength can make everything in the world obey...Now, I will let you know what dead justice is and the true meaning of fear!"
"That's enough, bastard!" Dranos shouted, pointing his battle ax at the Lich King, "Preach to your brainless men! We are here to send you to the west!"
Alsace sneered, "Then let me see what you are capable of and dare to speak so brazenly!"
"Ho!" Without hesitation, Dranos let out an angry war roar from the bottom of his throat, gripped his battle ax and strode forward, "Open your dog eyes and see clearly who is the one who took your life!"
The strong wind brought by the battle ax almost tore the cold air around him. Dranos suddenly kicked out his right leg. Everyone's eyes were dazzled. They saw the orc leaping high into the air and charging at the wizard with astonishing speed and power.
The demon king suddenly slashed away!
"Qiang~"
Just when everyone was attracted by Dranos' stunning blow, a cold blue light appeared out of thin air and suddenly cut off people's sight - only to see the magic sword that was swallowing strange light quietly unsheathed.
, like a monster that lusts after human life, it passed through Dranos's throat extremely quickly, cutting his roar in half in mid-air.
"Uh~"
As Dranos fell to the ground, everyone's exclamations changed, including Bolvar. No one believed that with just one move, the commander-in-chief of the tribe was killed in Alsace in just one move.
fell under the sword, and the orcs were still the ones who launched the attack!
"Since life cannot make him understand the meaning of respecting power, then let me use death to re-interpret it to him..." The Lich King probed Frostmourne towards Dranos, who had expired, and a breath of soul that had not yet dissipated was absorbed by him.
The magic sword was firmly grasped, and the ice-blue blade gave off a strange luster as if eating - it was very obvious that Frostmourne was very satisfied with this feast.
"Damn... bastard!" Bolvar yelled with gnashing teeth, "You will pay for the life you stole, traitor! The Holy Light and the people will never show mercy to a sinner like you!"
"Pity? Ha!" Alsace put away the magic sword and sneered, "You are really brave, Duke Fordragon... But, in this situation, what can you do..."
"Boom~"
Just when the Lich King was taunting Bolvar, a loud noise interrupted his words. What followed was a commotion behind the mortal army: a large number of human and orc soldiers coughed and ran away, and the place where the sound came from was
A big crater was created, and billowing green smoke continued to leak out.
"What...is going on?" Bolvar glanced at Arthas. From the slightly surprised look in the Lord of the Undead's eyes, he could conclude that this was not an attack by the Scourge. But in that case, who was fishing in troubled waters?
"Um?"
At this moment, Alsace seemed to notice something. He raised his head and looked towards the east hillside, only to see a skinny figure with his back to the huge red sun, looking down at the panicked soldiers - if Lei Lei
If Gen is here, he will definitely be able to identify this person: Putres, the Royal Apothecary of the Undercity
"We have never forgotten the pain of being deprived of our souls!" Behind the undead pharmacist are dozens of tanks throwing poison gas bombs, and powerful massacre weapons are already ready.
"We have never forgiven the humiliation that was inflicted on us!" Putress shouted loudly, "Now, see the revenge of the remnants of Lordaeron on you, damn traitor, Arthas!"
"The Forgotten?" The Lich King said to himself in surprise. It was not that he had never thought that Sylvanas would intervene in the battle in front of him, but according to the current situation, the other party did not even consider the life and death of the tribe's allies.
Could it be that the Queen of Darkness is ready to fall out with Thrall?
However, he could no longer think too much at this time. Putres waved his hand fiercely, and the bombardiers pulled the levers one after another. Countless barrels of concentrated poison gas bombs fell from the sky, hitting the heads of the natural disasters and mortal armies indiscriminately.
"Kill all the natural disasters and exterminate the living!" The Great Pharmacist raised his hands like crazy and shouted loudly, "Let all this be submerged in the poisonous gas! Next, will be the era when the forgotten ones rule the world!"
"Damn! Everyone retreat!" Bolvar's voice was almost drowned in the explosion and commotion. He roared anxiously, "Don't stay, evacuate this area quickly! Whether it's the Alliance or the Horde!"
However, his warning is destined to be useless
Just as Nathanos once warned Regan, the concentrated poison gas bombs developed by the Royal Apothecary Society are extremely powerful. It is only the first round of projection, and the large area in front of the Gate of Scourge has been covered in green poison.
In the fog - the theoretical coverage area of poisonous gas bombs reaches a radius of hundreds of miles. No matter how excellent the mounts of the mortal army are, it is impossible to escape the poisonous fog in a short period of time.
These poisonous gases not only make people weak, bleed and suffocate, but also have powerful dissolving properties. Many Kor'kron elites wearing heavy armor only ran halfway, and their face armor made of steel was melted into juice, let alone
Spellcasters who only wear thin robes
For a time, wails and screams filled the air in front of Angasa, and the entire sky seemed to be covered with vicious dark green. As the Lich King who was being cared for by poison gas bombs, although he was not afraid of its dissolving power, he gradually became unable to bear these consequences.
What gave him a headache. He flicked his cloak in great annoyance, turned around and walked back to the Gate of Scourge.
"This isn't over yet... I'll get back on my feet, stupid mortal!"
The huge steel door of Angatha slowly closed, blocking the erosion of the poisonous gas bombs, and also intercepted Alsace's last words - leaving only thousands of elite warriors of the Alliance tribe struggling in the vicious gas.
"Damn it..." Bolvar managed to hold his body up with his long sword, but the scene in front of him began to blur gradually, and even the extremely strong war shield in his hand had corrosive spots. He coughed twice and spit out a large amount of blood.
, looking back at the collapsed alliance army, my heart sank deeper and deeper into the bottom of the valley.
"We are finished... the Fordagon Corps is finished..." He raised his head with difficulty and glanced at the Forsaken who were still standing on the hillside. Putres seemed to be enjoying the decay of the mortals with pleasure, "I'm sorry, Vali
An... I can no longer continue to serve the alliance..."
"Pap~"
The sword finally couldn't withstand the corrosion of the poisonous gas, and broke into several pieces scattered on the ground. Bolvar also fell on his back, staring blankly at the gray sky. Along with him, the Royal family of Stormwind City fell here.
Thousands of elites of the legion
The warriors died in formation, and their bodies were wrapped in horse leather.
Putres overlooked the results of the battle from a high place and laughed with satisfaction: "I see! This is the power of the remnants of Lordaeron! Soon, we will use this powerful weapon to destroy all natural disasters and the living, and let
The whole world has become a paradise for the forgotten!”
I don't know whether it was contempt or contentment. He snorted twice. He turned and left the chariot position and walked into the portal that several mages were maintaining. After completing their tasks, other pharmacists also filed in, preparing to prepare for Putres.
Prepare for the next step
Everything finally calms down
In Bolvar's godless eyes, the last scene reflected was the red dragon clan coming from a distance with huge wings flapping.