Chapter 921 If I Can Give Him a Sword

Already immersed in their work, Tyrande and Malfurion were still attracted by the horrifying explosions and light and shadow in the projection mirror.

Both of their faces, which were naturally slightly purple, are now a little pale.

"Elune, are the weapons of the Alliance so scary now?" Tyrande gasped, but she immediately patted her tall chest as if she was afraid: "Fortunately, it was the one that hit me. At the head of the Burning Legion."

Malfurion was more objective: "It's okay. An attack of this level is far from enough to break through the magic circle of Mount Hyjal. Moreover, the strength of the Alliance is at least a good thing for us now. However, this makes I remembered..."

"Um……"

The two night elf bosses were silent.

so similar!

As survivors who had personally experienced that horrific scene, they could not help but think of the explosion in the Well of Eternity 10,000 years ago.

At that time, there was only one continent of Kalimdor in the entire world of Azeroth.

At that time, the troll empire's territory spanned the entire continent, accounting for nearly 70% of the continent's area.

At that time, the civilization of the Highborne was extremely prosperous, and Queen Azshara's power was overwhelming.

With that earth-shattering explosion, everything changed drastically. The huge continent of Kalimdor was blown into three large pieces (actually four pieces, the night elves thought Pandaria was gone). The Troll Empire's splinter armies began to weaken. The upper elves who advocated pulling the Burning Legion into Azeroth were exiled to the depths of the sea, were cursed, and became the Nagas they are today.

Fortunately, the fierce gunfire only brought back bad memories of Tyrande and Malfurion...

Over there, on the giant island where the Burning Legion is located, the situation is very exciting.

At that moment, the entire island seemed to have experienced a terrible earthquake. Huge wrinkles formed on the wide ground near the front of the island, and all the zombies who couldn't dodge fell into the deep gaps and were crushed into meat pies. The towering stone peaks that were transformed into sentry towers in front of the island fell like dominoes, affecting countless undead monsters.

"Attack! Attack! Rush ashore immediately -" Reggie Donghan ordered angrily.

He finally understood that letting the undead stay on the island would only make them targets and be consumed pointlessly. Even if the island hasn't completely washed up on Azshara's shores and thrown the undead into the sea, those idiots will at least walk on the seabed themselves and complete the landing.

Many zombies with missing arms and legs jumped into the sea according to the orders of high-level lich and necromancers.

In such a chaotic scene, only less than 10% of the frontline troops were evacuated. Instead, a large number of gargoyles rose into the sky and began to cause casualties to the alliance.

The Griffin Legion only blocked most of them, and the Dwarf Knight's [Storm Hammer] also smashed many gargoyles into rubble, scattering them like a goddess scattering flowers. There were still many gargoyles that swooped down to the alliance's position.

Every time they attack from the sky, they always bring about a bloody storm.

Or disembowel some poor creature.

Or take someone even more miserable and lift him high into the air and drop him into a pulp.

Or maybe they were unlucky enough to run into a nearby Paladin guarding them, and were directly destroyed by the [Hammer of Wrath].

"Asshole, wait until my troops arrive at the shore..." Lich Reki thought maliciously.

At this time, a large number of undead creatures swarmed ashore.

The dwarf steam tanks that had just rushed into the pre-built tank trenches began to fire.

"Fire the guns, fire the guns! They are old antiques from thirteen years ago anyway! Let them use their last remaining heat! Hit me with all your strength, and you won't be afraid of them blowing up!" Brian commanded loudly, and his thunderous roar spread throughout the entire front line. .

The old dwarf steam tanks still use old unrifled mortars. The barrels are thick and they can hit close to each other, but they are still powerful. Especially as the heroic weapon that ended the Second Dark Portal War, it feels like it adds a special meaning to this being the final destination of these tanks.

The dwarf gunner was sweating profusely as he loaded the cannonballs and fired with an efficiency approaching the limit of the barrel. When these experienced gunners discovered that the barrel was overheated, they simply abandoned the tank and ran away. With their short legs, they climbed onto the mine carts that had been prepared and placed on the narrow rails. They shook the levers and started the human-powered mine carts to run away.

Reki*Donghan was almost mad.

Thirty percent of the millions of undead troops under his direct control were lost before the enemy was engaged. Another ten percent was lost due to various reasons such as falling into the sea, being washed away by the tide, and being oppressed by floating islands.

Just after landing here, the despicable dwarves didn't care about the zombies and ghoul cannon fodder, and directly aimed at the few crypt demons and opened fire, blowing up those large spiders to pieces. Not to mention, it was clear that the forwards were almost rushing to the vicinity of the steel cannons, but as a result, those little dwarfs, with their pitifully short legs, ran faster than rabbits, and they didn't catch many alive.

Without corpses, the snowballing that the Scourge was good at would not be able to hit, and the losses would be irreparable.

Reggie Donghan could already imagine that if Archimonde, who was resting behind him, found out, he would definitely not get any good results.

He could only act fiercely and press forward with all his strength.

At this moment, the huge sound of cannons that had been silent for a long time, and which everyone thought would never happen again, suddenly sounded again.

Reggie was stunned.

He would never have imagined that the reason why the giant cannon, which could fire one round in five minutes, stopped for so long was because Turalyon personally ordered the [Little Duke Cannon] to adjust its shooting at the various elements and aim at him in front of the island.

"Can cannons kill undead lichs?" Turalyon's lieutenant asked.

"Probably not. But even if it temporarily paralyzes the command of the Scourge Legion, it would be a good thing." Turalyon had the attitude of giving it a try.

Although the huge cannonballs that crashed down were blocked, Reki Donghan failed once again. Cannonballs fell intensively on the area where he was. Even though he was a Huiyue-level lich with high magic power, he groaned and was pushed into a pile of collapsed stone pillars when he almost exhausted his magic power. Among the rubble.

His guards were even more in disarray. Since the death knight was not afraid of physical impact, they did not suffer much damage, but they still staggered around. Many death knights were even blown away and fell heavily dozens of meters away.

In the telescope, he looked at the figure wrapped in white frost elements that stood up again in the dust.

Turalyon gritted his teeth in hatred.

"If I use [Quel'Zaram] to give him a sword at this time..." Turalyon thought maliciously.

At this moment, a flash of light suddenly appeared behind Reggie Donghan.

Before anyone could react, a golden thin sword had been stabbed from the back, piercing Reki Donghan's chest.