Azeroth Trail of Light

"The third line of defense is under heavy attack! Call for reinforcements! We have suffered heavy casualties!"

"The fifth line of defense has completely fallen. This is Major Kent, the commander of the fifth line of defense. I will stick to the line of defense and fight to the death!"

"Ahem. Plague. The damned undead used plague. We...we can't retreat, and the engineering bomb has been activated! For Lordaeron! For Queen Kalia!"

"boom"

A loud noise came from the sound transmission stone in Dalyan's hand, and then the stone turned gray, and the next moment, the stone turned into powder and slipped from the soldier's fingers.

Dalyan's eyes were red. Twenty minutes ago, he returned to the front line of Angaza from the Shadow Dome to take over the command of the high-level combat force who broke into the Icecrown Citadel in the third stage, and his emotions never eased.

He is a veteran. He has lived on the battlefield for nearly 5 years since he was in the Eastern Plaguelands. During these 5 years, he has traveled from Mount Hyjal to Northern Xinjiang, and from Northern Xinjiang to Healy Seuss, who ended up in Northrend, bled more and suffered worse wounds than any of his peers, but even in Northrend's Borean Tundra and New Hearthglen, becoming a general, He had never been under such tremendous pressure when leading an army to move under the eyes of the undead.

That's not hundreds of people, not thousands of people, the command of the entire human alliance has been handed over to him, it's tens of thousands!

From the sound transmission stone, there will be news that a defense line is on the verge of collapse almost every minute. In fact, Dalyan hardly needs to listen to the bad news. If you look out of the window, you will feel dizzy.

It's not that Dalyan has never seen the attack of the Sea of ​​Undead. In fact, he personally participated in the first battle of the Angasa Battlefield, but at that time, he was a mid-level commander and led his brothers to fight He was on the front line of the battlefield, and now, as a commander, he desperately wanted to pick up the long sword, rush into the battlefield, and fight those damned undead to the death, but he couldn't, there was no way to leave people here.

Every minute and every second, there are news from various places on the battlefield, and they are summarized to the headquarters. A staff of 130 people is responsible for sorting out the information and sending the most urgent ones to Daryan. In just 20 minutes, he Just made 17 retreat orders, made 25 support orders, and received more than 30 final debriefs, after that, all communications from these 30 teams disappeared.

That's nearly 500 lives!

Just like that. The life of a small village is just like that.

"Commander! The first line of defense is under attack by the Abomination Legion! General Tailan requests fire support!"

"Tylan!"

The name woke Dalyan up instantly. He grabbed the sound transmission stone in the hands of the combat staff officer, and after activating it, he shouted, "Tylan, are you okay?"

"This is Tylan Fording, requesting fire support! Or something like magic, throw it away! Those damned guys are about to... Wait for Dalyan, how could it be you? The great knight Mograine ?”

"Father and the others rushed into Icecrown Citadel to end that scum of Alsace! Hold on, Tyran, I'll mobilize the artillery immediately!"

After finishing speaking, Dalyan turned his head to look at the combat staff officer, like an angry bull,

"Hear that? Let the gnomes project fire on the first line of defense! My brother needs it!"

The combat staff officer was also a veteran who had fought with Dalyan on Mount Hyjal, but at this moment, his expression was gloomy, "The dwarf artillery position... is gone."

"What? How come!"

Dalyan's face turned pale at this moment, and then he heard the combat staff reply in a low voice and quickly, "5 minutes ago, a nerubian raided the ammunition depot of the artillery position, and they ignited there, and now the entire position is All"

"Asshole! Asshole!"

Dalyan clenched his fists, cursed frantically, and then grabbed the shoulder of the staff officer, "Then let the mages! Let Dalaran shoot at the first line of defense, aren't they here to support us? Let them shoot! "

"The mages are fully supporting the Black Front line above Angasa. They are attacked by the most elite vrykul undead, and the battle loss ratio has reached 65%. They need support more than the first line of defense! The mages will not accept this order."

"Then you mean, let me give up my brother?"

Dalyan pulled out the Blade of Wrath with a swipe, and put it on the neck of the combat staff with red eyes, "Listen, I don't care what black front is, I order you now, give orders to the mages, I need them to help the first A line of defense!"

The combat staff officer also raised his head. The veteran's eyes were also red. He clenched his fist tightly, exposing the palm of his left hand with only three fingers left, and looked at Dalyan firmly, "No! I won't do this, Black Front The knights are blocking the front of the entire Angasa, they are blocking the most terrifying legion, you are disrupting the entire front, this is chaos! I will not obey!"

"Can you listen to me! Damn it, I'm the interim commander! Go, give the order!"

Dalyan's arms began to tremble. As an elite fighter, he even felt a little out of control now, but from Tailan, his brother's life was in his hands, and he couldn't just give up on him, but just now When the conflict was about to intensify, Tailan's voice suddenly sounded from the sound transmission stone in his hand.

"That's enough, Dalyan! Don't embarrass old Hawke. Old Hawke's son is by my side now. He is my adjutant. He is more uncomfortable than you. Let it be."

The next moment, Tai Lan's voice became firm again, "Commander, this is the headquarters of the first line of defense. We will stick to it until the last moment, for Lordaeron! For Queen Kalia!"

Two seconds later, Tailan's last voice came, mixed with soldiers' charge and hateful laughter,

"Daryan told White for me that I had no chance to go to the convent with her again. Tell her I love her."

"hum"

The sound transmission stone was completely closed, and Dalyan collapsed on the chair in a daze. Old Hawk, the combat staff officer also gritted his teeth and turned his head. An atmosphere of sadness and despair spread in the headquarters. He was about to lose his brother. Another warrior was about to lose his son, and there was nothing they could do.

"swish"

The light of the portal lit up at this moment, and a resolute voice sounded at this moment,

"Why is our commander so weak! Are you scared by the battlefield?"

With a sound of armor, Varian in full armor came out of the portal, as well as Marshal Windsor of Stormwind City. The old marshal was seriously injured in the first Angaza War. On the other side, His Majesty Magni, His Majesty Dailin, and even Tyrande, the Priest of the Moon who made an appearance for the first time after the war began, the leaders of these civilized worlds arrived at the headquarters almost at the same time.

Dalyan was shocked. He quickly grabbed the commander's seal from the table and handed it to King Varian. He wiped away the tears from his eyes and shouted loudly,

"Your Majesty, I am a warrior, and I can be a warrior too! Please take over the command and let me go to the battlefield! I am going to save my brother!"

Varian looked at Dalyan playfully, shook his head in his expectant eyes, he sighed,

"No, child, I am also a soldier, so, Windsor! My marshal, I now order you to take over the command and fully command the entire human coalition defense line. Do you have any objections?"

Magni waved the two warhammers in his hand, "As you all know, I am also an old soldier, so I have no objection."

Dai Lin's eyes fell on Dalyan, and he said seriously, "Child, there is no reserve team on this front, you can't rush out like this, but we brought new troops, and I heard that you just finished A deadly assault on Arthas, so I'm looking forward to fighting alongside a fine lad like you, the warriors of Kul Tiras are bleeding on the front lines, I certainly have no objection."

"The moon god protects the brave."

Tyrande turned her head to look at the battlefield in the distance. She lowered her head and recited a spell praising the moon god Elune, then raised her hand. The next moment, a quiet moonlight fell from the sky, and then, half of the sky turned into a starry sky, dragging A meteorite with a long tail flame fell from the sky, and then Dalyan heard the scream from the reactivated sound transmission stone,

"Oh shit! Dalyan, you got some help? You're fucking talented! I almost thought I was going to die from those sissy elves, right? Thanks to their moon gods!"

Dalyan looked at Tyrande with some embarrassment. The latter's demeanor was very good. She didn't care about the rude general's crazy words. Instead, she took off the horn made of World Tree wood from her waist and handed it to Dalyan. ,

"Human general, Barnes will fight with you, the moon god protects the brave! Go, block those twisted undead."

King Varian buckled the last buckle of his armor, and he strode outside the headquarters, where a large portal was shining brightly in the open space full of gunpowder smoke and flesh. Legions are striding out, along with the Sentinel Legion in Feralas, the Mountaineer Legion in Dun Morogh, and the Royal Army on Kul Tiras proper.

This is the last support army, and now it seems that it is also the last straw that overwhelms Alsace.

Behind Varian, Anduin, also wearing solid armor and holding a sword and shield, was a little nervous. This was the first time he went to the battlefield with his father, and it was such a big scene, which made the little prince feel a little out of breath. Angry, but Dalyan rubbed his head vigorously, grinned at him, and the tension disappeared suddenly.

Anduin took a deep breath and said silently in his heart, "Look, I am walking with the heroes, I am walking among them, and I will become one of them!"

On the other side of the battlefield, the nerubians from Azjol Nerub, under Alsace's final order, almost frantically rushed out, and every minute and every second, you can see Nerubian warriors coming out, and nerubian mages casting spells in the distance.

Dranos Saurfang led the remaining elite soldiers around him and charged at the front line of the battlefield, but his incomparable bravery could not save the entire front line from retreating steadily. It's not a frontal battlefield, but the battle situation is equally anxious, and it's not even a little bit better than the human line of defense.

"Yorin, you fucking support me!"

The brave warrior Garrosh was hugging his brother Jolin Deadeye who was attacked by three high-ranking nerubian warriors at the same time. This powerful orc warlock was almost unable to make effective resistance due to the exhaustion of magic power. The abdomen was completely pierced, struggling and unable to speak, but the only remaining eyes were full of nostalgia for life and regret for friendship.

"Hold on! You didn't die at the hands of those big undead, how could you die at the hands of these damned bastards, Mother Goya is still waiting for us to bring her glory, hell, I can't just take you back like this Seeing her, the Matriarch will go crazy! Come alive my brother, hold on!! Dranos, damn it, come back and see Jorin, he's dying, our brother is dying! Hell, I want Kill 'em! I'll kill them all! Damn!"

Garrosh, a real tough guy, looked at his brother who was about to die at this moment, wailing helplessly, he didn't even notice the changes in the entire battle line, he didn't notice the new force joining the battlefield from behind the orc line, a blue Thunder sprang out from behind him, burning more than a dozen nerubians into coke at the same time. The next moment, Great Chief Thrall riding the wolf Xuege, holding the Hammer of Destruction, charged with the last Kor'kron guards. Arriving at Garrosh's side, behind him, reinforcements from orcs, tauren, trolls, and goblins were quickly catching up, and the precarious battle line was once again stabilized.

"Enough! Garrosh, send Jorin back to the rear, where Mister Drek'Thar will treat the wounded!"

Thrall's blue eyes have never been so trustworthy as at this moment. Garrosh hurriedly hugged Jolin and rushed to the back. Thrall's voice sounded behind him,

"Get your brother settled and come back to me, Garrosh, you are needed on the battlefield!"

"Regal, take the shaman and warlock to support Kane, they can't stand it anymore! Gallewicz, let your artillery units move, and Lockhan, take the headhunter to support the front line Your scouts, they're sealing that damned crypt! Others, come with me and crush these bastards! Show them the Horde's blade and courage!"

"For the Horde!"