Azeroth Trail of Light

The silver pine forest and Tirisfal area in the game have been added with the magic effect of the "Dark Sky Curtain". Like the Ghost Land, even a trace of sunlight cannot penetrate this land. Although I don't know who wrote it, Dick can almost believe that, except for Kel'Thuzad and the Undead Scourge, no one would do such a thing.

The dark sky cuts off the sun, and the fighting power of the undead will not be impaired, and will become more powerful. This is one of the reasons why Quel'Thalas' ranger troops will be almost annihilated in the ghost land. On the home court of others, facing a strengthened enemy, one's own numbers do not have the advantage at all. Apart from defeat, is there any other way to go?

But now, the dark canopy covers only most areas of Tirisfal. Before the Silverpine Forest was completely occupied, even Kel'Thuzad could not arrange a complete dark canopy, so the Fourth Legion despite the resistance It was difficult, but after the battle mages of Dalaran joined the war sequence, they gritted their teeth and held on until the next day.

Under the shining of the sun, the roars of the soldiers and the wailings of the unfortunate filled this uninhabited place. The alternation of life and death happened every moment. Those voices, whether positive or negative, they Mixed together, rendering this place more and more like hell.

With a heavy decapitating axe in his hand, Gasiris stood in front of the soldiers’ array, swinging the axe to slash the sea of ​​undead that hit the front line from the darkness behind him, and the soldiers next to him almost every two minutes. Will change faces, even in the face of the most vulnerable walking corpses, on the dense battlefield, the space left for ordinary soldiers to dodge is too small.

Not to mention, after regaining the Sebercel front, Gasiris hoarded a large amount of stones and wood on both sides of the front, reducing the original road that was enough for ten carriages to travel together to a third. , The wood that was doused with the special fire oil brought by the wizards burned blazingly, blocking the fragile walking corpses from the battle line.

The Sea of ​​Undead is like encountering a narrow entrance to the sea, and their quantitative advantages are greatly offset. Amid the bang of the burning wood, this silent destruction force is still advancing slowly from the sky. Looking down, it was like seeing a black tide, constantly beating the front of the Fourth Army.

The battle mages don't need to be close to the battlefield at all. They stand in a loose formation on a high platform behind them. As long as they have enough mana, they can squander any magic. They don't need to aim anyway, as long as they are thrown at the sea of ​​death.

Fireballs, ice, and arcane missiles. When the pressure on the front line is huge, there will be an old mage throwing a range of damage magic to relieve the pressure on the frontline fighters. Even the apprentices of the mage are in the harsh scenes. Putting on the leather armor, he constantly poured fire oil on the wood on both sides of the battlefield to keep the fire burning.

The unpleasant smoke enveloped the entire battlefield, and the ignited walking corpses could quickly ignite the surrounding undead, but to be honest, it was useless at all. The biggest weapon of the undead natural disasters is their number, which is almost nothing. Solving the problem.

But even at this point, when facing the undead who have been reintegrated into an army, facing the skeleton archers who are hiding behind the walking corpses, and constantly slaughtering ordinary soldiers with arrows, as well as the skeleton mages, Gasser Reese still couldn't bring down the casualties.

This is still in the case of your own method of suppressing the opposing side.

"Go away! Don't even want to run into me!"

Gasiris's injuries have not fully recovered, but his butcher-like fighting style has continued, holding the decapitating axe in both hands, rushing forward two steps, transferring the accumulated kinetic energy to the heavy axe in his hand, a black line Arc lights flashed in front of him, and the dozen or so walking corpses in front of him were chopped into remnants flying left and right under this blow.

This full blow also paused Gasiris's attack for one point, but the soldiers beside him immediately held up a shield to protect him quickly, and took him back to the battle line.

Fighting against the undead is very boring. No matter how you slash and kill, don’t expect the guy on the opposite side with rotten vocal cords to make a sound, but it’s not a kind of army. Faced with this silence, yet again The indefatigable enemy, who doesn't know how to shrink, is like a very unfortunate thing.

Gasiris has always been aware of this. Unless he can get the support of all the forces from the Eastern Continent, it is impossible to win this war by relying on the Fourth Army and Dalaran.

60 undead, this is only the trees in Tirisfal area, plus those of Cedaronmir and Quel'Thalas, the total number of undead under Arthas can easily exceed 150, which is an absolutely terrifying number. , The total number of soldiers in northern Xinjiang is no more than 15.

In other words, Arthas didn’t even have to take any strategy to push all the soldiers up, and then he could push the entire northern frontier. From this point of view, what Dick did in Quel'Thalas can really be regarded as something. A miracle.

"Quack quack quack!"

Just as Gasiris threw the heavy battle axe in his hand at a ghoul who was leaping over, a scream that could pierce anyone's eardrums exploded in Gasiris's ears, and he suddenly raised his head. , In the not-so-blazing sun at noon, a large black cloud was flying out of the forest where Tirisfal and Silver Pine Forest joined.

Cover the sky and obscure the sun, endless noisy.

"Gargogo! Watch out!"

Gasiris yelled behind him, and then grabbed the shoulder of the herald, "Go and inform the mages to clear the sky as fast as possible!"

The herald held his head tremblingly, and rushed towards the mage position at the back of the army. In fact, he did not need to send the order. The mage of the battle mage sequence are not academics who are studying hard. They are very clear about the threat to the current position. What is the biggest.

So when the gargoyle approached the front of the Fourth Army, the ugly guys like black bats who rushed the fastest, seemed to rush into a layer of foam, and then these hapless guys felt that their wings were lost. No matter how hard you slap, you can't stop yourself from falling.

For a moment, the sky was like black "raindrops". When they couldn't control their bodies, the gargoyles decisively chose to turn into a stone statue, and then fell into the battlefield in various funny ways. , Was besieged and killed by sturdy soldiers armed with destructive hammers.

If Kel'Thuzad is here, he can see at a glance what the mages have done, that layer of shield with white light surging, that is...that is Dalaran's signature magic circle-forbidden air!

Although these mages only produced a low-profile version of the no-air magic circle, the coverage area and the strength of the no-air magic circle were far less than that of Dalaran's main body of the no-air magic circle, but it was enough to deal with these low-level gargoyles.

However, the opening of the forbidden air circle allowed most of the energy of the combat mages to be placed here, and the result was that the sea of ​​undead that was originally suppressed rolled again.

The battle line that Gasheris presided over is constantly being compressed. If it were not for the strict military discipline of the Fourth Army, these soldiers are also fighting for revenge. I believe that at this time, the front line of the battle line has an almost 70% casualty rate. Let the ordinary army collapse.

Gasiris was still standing there, this crazy tough guy, like a big rock blocking the tide, stood in there without retreating one step.

"Then... die here!"

This somewhat rough man grabbed the weapon handed over by the guard next to him with both hands. His eyes were clear, and he looked directly at the hideous walking corpses that were constantly "rushing" towards him.

At this moment, his will and thinking seemed to be separated. He saw that in the flower-filled air in front of Lordaeron's palace, the Fourth Legion that he had returned with victory was wrapped by cheering people.

He saw Lordaeron's flag flying high above the top of the golden palace.

He saw those brave and fearless soldiers with pride following behind him.

However, the picture turned, the city was destroyed, the battle flag fell, and the black and blue figure, he came with endless despair, destroying everything he knew.

He saw the billowing black tide unstoppably overwhelming everything he cherished, his family, his children, and the lives he had vowed to protect.

He saw... saw his own death. He was not afraid of death. What he was afraid of was that after he fell, no one else could stand on this land like him, for those things that have been lost. Fight!

"Then... die here!"

Gasheris’s lips moved, he gave up the defense, like a siege hammer, and rushed to the walking corpses and ghouls. No one could stop him. At this moment, Gasheris’ fearlessness , And his love for this land, almost soaked the sky of this land.

"Hey... mortal, as a mortal, you are pretty good!"

Gaseris panted heavily and squeezed his body with the black steel tomahawk in his hand. When he was exhausted, the undead around him stopped attacking and surrounded him as if they had received an order. , The soldiers who followed him into the Sea of ​​Undead have all been killed, only he is still insisting.

The Grand Marshal wanted to raise his head, but a green shadow hit him like a long whip, and flew out the weakly resisting Gathiris. The golden armor was torn apart, and Gathiris' helmet They were all shot into the sky.

The General Marshal's physical injuries broke apart again. After several weeks in the air, he fell to the dirty ground in embarrassment and spit out blood. He... reached the limit.

What greeted Gasiris was a monster more than 3 meters tall. It was like a demon... No, this was a demon. He was wearing a gorgeous green armor with long curved horns on his head, a hideous face, and sheep's hooves. The legs are the same, the two hands are fierce bone claws, and there are large green gems on the wrists.

This is a demon! A Nathrezim, an observer of the Sebochel Front, one of the three dreadlords hidden in Lordaeron, Desailoc, a cunning and cruel demon whose hobby is to collect unique souls, like It is a soul like Gasiris, a soul who is steadfast and unyielding, and regards death as his home.

"Are you still holding on? Look behind you, your soldiers have collapsed! What's the point of holding on?"

Desailoc smiled, stretched out his bone claws and scratched his chin. His voice became weird, like a sleepy hypnotic sound. Gatheris' eyes became confused, but he recovered in a flash. Clear.

"Don't think...don't try to play with my will, devil!"

Gaseris struggled hard, but when he realized that his hypnotic spells didn't work for Gaseris, Desailoc seemed to be interested too. It stepped forward and stretched out its sharp claws, trying to pierce Gaser. Reese's body, but at this moment, a thick black and red energy was like a hidden poisonous snake, suddenly protruding from the dense forest not far away, and accurately grasping Desailuoke's huge body.

"who is it!"

The body of the Dreadlord was carried by the great power of the death grip and pulled towards the dense forest, but he was also a high-lord-level creature anyway, and his body was flooded with magic energy, causing its huge body to fly away and become black. The bats, spinning like a dark storm, regrouped in another part of the dense forest.

"Who are you! Alsace's lackey? You dare to disturb me, I want..."

Desailock first saw the tall death knight in the jungle, wearing a black skeleton armor. The fierce demon suddenly screamed, but just when it was going to destroy the death knight who dared to offend it. At that time, his gaze fell on the blood red giant sword that the death knight was holding in his hand.

When he saw this sword, all of Desailoc's complaints and fierceness were frightened back into his stomach.

He... he recognizes this sword, and to be precise, he comes from the same place as this sword.

That's... that's the apocalypse!

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