Chapter 935 Technology Changes War

The Burning Legion is coming!

With an astonishing momentum like a roaring wave.

Even the most imaginative coalition soldiers never imagined that the first wave of the Burning Legion's offensive would look like this.

Without the encouragement of the druids, the giant trees surrounding the camp at the foot of the mountain had quickly withered. Although the giant tree that was once hugged by several people did not fall apart like dry bark, it had obviously lost its strong and fresh vitality.

Originally, the orcs wanted to cut down all the wood and put it in front of the first line of defense of the mountainside camp to serve as antlers and build an arrow tower. However, at Duke's insistence, all the orcs had withdrawn to the mountainside camp on Mount Hyjal. The few remaining two thousand elves were monitoring and delaying the enemy near the peaks on both sides.

Suddenly, there was a loud rumbling sound from underground.

It was the sound of a huge tide rolling and running wildly.

Every night elf and blood elf looked at each other, no one knew what would happen.

But for insurance purposes, Tyrande's deputy Melende and Lilas, the commander of the frontline blood elf rangers, simultaneously ordered their people to climb over the mountain and hide behind the mountain, leaving a dozen or so people to continue to monitor. .

Sure enough, after three minutes, the enemy appeared.

It is a spectacular super fountain. Wrapped in the indescribable black slurry, thousands of undead were sprayed directly from the ground into the sky, with black droplets scattered in all directions.

The already dilapidated tribal camp was once again ravaged. After the undead, large and small, were sprayed into the sky, they accelerated and fell again under the influence of gravity, falling everywhere.

The smallest is a zombie with only half of its body left, the larger is a ghoul, and the largest is a multi-ton suture monster abomination. These monsters that have long lost their lives and have almost no intelligence can even get up, and they are facing the surroundings. The building attacks.

What appeared in front of the elves and a few troll scouts was a crazy undead army. They bit the wooden arrow tower with many broken teeth, and used rusty machetes to chop at the half-broken arrow tower. The orcs worked hard to build the earth walls, and used their huge arms to blast the wooden walls of the camp.

The black fountain continued to gush, spraying more undead troops into the entire abandoned camp for free.

In the distance, a black cloud suddenly floated over. It was thousands of gargoyles, as well as many huge death ice dragons with white bones and a frozen aura.

The ground was filled with dust, which was a mixed army of undead and demons numbering 100,000 units.

At this moment, Thrall, Vol'jin and other tribal leaders who had retreated to the mountainside all had dark faces.

If Duke hadn't repeatedly emphasized that they should evacuate, and they really continued to hold on at the foot of the mountain, total annihilation would have been their only outcome.

There are zombies inside that are constantly breaking through the center, there are tens of thousands of enemy flying troops entangled above, and there are large armies pressing down on the border outside. It is estimated that the remaining 20,000 to 30,000 tribal elites will be accounted for here.

Thrall quickly called a night elf priestess who was responsible for liaison. He pointed at the live broadcast in the magic mirror: "What if the defense line of Mount Hyjal continues to be pierced by big insects?"

The priestess puffed up her chest and spoke in a common human language that was not fluent: "Don't be afraid, Mount Hyjal is a holy mountain. It has been blessed by the night elves' magic for ten thousand years. The mountain itself is extremely difficult to penetrate. If you don't If big bugs of the same level appear again, we don’t need to worry about attacks from underground.”

"What if there are more!?" Thrall emphasized.

The night elf shook his head: "According to Alliance Commander Marcus, there is only one big insect named Oro even among the four ancient gods of Azeroth."

"What if the enemy's air force flies directly to the top of the mountain?"

The priestess was very sure: "The Holy Mountain has a powerful forbidden air magic circle, and all existences more than 300 yards away from the ground will be attacked at the level of the Xiri Mage at all times. Even demigods cannot withstand such attack intensity. And after starting to go up the mountain , except for the main channel, everything is a death zone.”

Thrall finally felt relieved a little. In this way, the only thing to defend was the front.

At this moment, Thrall saw that the elves arranged in front began to evacuate. Because of the terrain, the undead army looked very turbulent, but it was always some distance away from the elves.

The area within 200 meters behind the elf troops is the absolute death zone.

The elves ran in the mountains and woods with great dexterity. From time to time, they would turn around gracefully and shoot an arrow, directly hitting the head of the zombie or ghoul at the front.

The elves fought and retreated, arrows rained down like rain, but they still could not stop the zombie tide that numbered in the tens of thousands.

coming!

Thrall raised the [Hammer of Destruction] in his hand high: "Get ready to fight!"

After coordination, the first and second city walls on the mountainside were given up by the Alliance and guarded by the tribe.

Thrall's shout immediately caused the entire valley to echo with the tribe's unique war cry: "lok-tar!"

Not long ago, they lost their camp in a somewhat unreasonable manner. The orc warriors were filled with anger. They raised high the stainless steel battle axes and hammers that had been baptized in holy water, and roared with fighting intent.

At this time, the black tide was very close.

"Cover fire! No. 1 shoots Zhu Yuan - fire!" Behind the first city wall, there were a hundred dwarf mortar teams. The thick and round cannon barrels immediately let out a thundering sound.

"Bang bang bang!" No matter what, it was difficult for the orcs to adapt to the dull sound coming from behind them. Some orcs even shrank their heads subconsciously.

But the dwarves' elite gunners are not just a boast. The mortar shell flew into the air, drew a wonderful arc, and then flew further down the mountain. That happened to be two hundred meters behind the elf troops.

"Boom, boom, boom!" Mortar shells with a small caliber are enough to blow up zombies and ghouls with weak defenses.

The dwarf's cover was so accurate that Thrall breathed a sigh of relief. Together with Vol'jin, who was preparing to let the troll throw a spear as cover, they all quietly lowered their hands.

It's ironic to think about it. Although they are from the same race, elves and trolls have been fighting for tens of thousands of years. How have they ever tried to protect each other like they do now?

When the last Elf Ranger rushed into the city gate at high speed, the twelve Tauren warriors couldn't wait for the winch to slowly pull up the moat. They directly pulled the thick iron chain with brute force and pulled up the suspension bridge.

Looking at the seven huge horizontal ravines with a depth of more than eight meters in front of the city wall, blocking the entire mountain road like roadblocks, Sal felt his scalp numb. These are the work of dwarf steam bulldozers.

Fortunately, what I bumped into was a zombie who didn’t know what fear was...

From another perspective, if he were to attack this place with an army of orcs, how many lives would it take to fill up these ravines?

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