Chapter 939: Hold a Breath (Limited Release, End of First Update)

The fifteen-meter-high city wall is the limit that the alliance engineering team can achieve in a short period of time. Even if cement is superior to the old stone and brick city walls, there are still various load-bearing and foundation problems.

Mograine knew very well that if it were the alliance fifteen years ago, the brothers could only rely on five or six-meter-high wooden fences to resist the tide of the Burning Legion.

However, reinforced concrete and the like are just fine for blocking zombies and ghouls. Facing such a big demon that stood eight or nine meters tall, it was simply a joke with his own life.

Not to mention, the abyss lord who only looks a bit like a draconian.

If he was not stopped before he reached the city wall, the three thousand Union soldiers on the wall would be dead.

"Ask for help!" Mograine ordered.

Immediately, the magic message, the trumpet representing a powerful enemy and calling for help, and the most traditional message on horseback were activated at the same time. What was needed was insurance.

"Huh?" The strong men of the Alliance and the Horde learned of the danger almost immediately.

Thrall, who had just entered the third layer of the city wall and was resting, frowned. Not only was it the reaction of the Alliance soldiers, but he was also keenly aware of the shocking feeling coming from the distant earth. Although he has not officially become a shaman, Thrall's natural talents are unparalleled.

"Let's go up to the city wall and have a look." Varok was left looking at the troops. Salud immediately led Kane, Grom, Vol'jin and other chiefs as well as a group of personal guards to the third level of the city wall.

The huge and terrifying figure in the distance immediately caught the eyes of the powerful men of the tribe.

"Hmph!" Looking at this figure that was very similar to Mannoroth, Grom immediately remembered the humiliation of being fooled.

On the fifth floor of the city wall, Kael'thas, who had been pretending to be calm, was actually sipping black tea gracefully. Suddenly his slender golden eyebrows twitched, and his gentle temperament suddenly changed, becoming eager and full of fighting spirit.

He is no longer a noble elf prince, and he can take the change in status calmly. Because this is what he did for family love.

For him, kneeling in front of the Sun-Chasing Court had already repaid all the nurturing grace of his father, King Anastrian.

All that's left is to wash away the shame of having fallen to the Scourge.

During these days, he had received many looks.

Wherever he went, the blood elves who were once his compatriots were pointing fingers, either explicitly or implicitly.

Thanks to Duke's effective guidance and even private suppression, the entire league is quite kind to him and his followers.

There was no deliberate effort to make things difficult or oppressive, nor did they let them be used as cannon fodder or complete impossible tasks.

It is precisely because of the fairness of the alliance that he is more eager to atone for his sins.

Facing the Burning Legion on Mount Hyjal was the stage that Kael'thas had been waiting for!

right!

Only with the demonic blood of the Burning Legion can his stigma be washed away.

I, Kael'thas Sunstrider, have never truly betrayed my compatriots. Even if I can no longer be a hero, I will at least become a man who can walk proudly on the land of Azeroth.

The moment he received the magic message, Kael'thas's eyes were filled with hope and desire.

"It's time for us, the Redeemers, to take the stage! The strong men of the Alliance and the Horde are already on the front line, how can we lag behind!?"

"Yes! Your Highness!" Calpurnia, Solanlian, Saladre, Sagunar and other die-hard followers all stood at attention, with their chests and abdomen raised, and they looked at the most respected person with fanatical eyes. of prince.

Even if the world deprives Kael'thas of his noble status, in their hearts, Kael'thas will always be their prince.

When Kael'thas opened the portal and arrived, the city walls were already filled with strong men from the Alliance and the Horde.

The winding mountain road in the distance was full of cliffs on the left side. Turalyon pointed at the huge figure moving quickly along the winding mountain road and said in an adoring tone:

"According to the information obtained by Alliance Commander Marcus at the risk of his life, the huge half-dragon, half-human demon is the Abyss Lord Azgalo! Excluding the giant insect Oro that was eliminated in the camp at the foot of the mountain not long ago, he He is one of the six leaders of the Burning Legion's invasion, and he is quite difficult to deal with."

"What an abyss lord, it's not a matter of my axe!" After more than ten years of guerrilla warfare, Grom had to learn the common language of mankind, and then he seemed to have learned what it meant to be a force.

Mograine pointed at the large group of demon guards around Azgalo who were about five meters tall: "If you can rush in front of that fat man and kill him amidst the protection of so many demon guards, then I will obey you. .”

Grom's face turned red.

Thrall grabbed Grom and spoke in an orcish language: "Without Duke saving you, you would have been dead. For Duke's sake, don't argue with his men. If you are a man, let's compete on the battlefield!" "

"Hmph!" Grom snorted heavily.

Turalyon coughed and continued: "According to the intelligence, those are elite demon guards. Unless they are strong men who have stepped into the realm of heroes, or mystics of Huiyue level or above, we cannot effectively kill them. "

Thrall asked: "Your cannon can't do it either?"

Suddenly, a rude and loud voice popped out from beside Sal's leg: "If it works, your short master won't be here!"

Thrall was startled, and then he noticed a dwarf not far away.

This is not Thrall's fault. The Lordaeron region where he grew up has never been the territory of the dwarves. Even he only officially saw a large number of dwarves after arriving at Mount Hyjal. He's not used to it yet.

Faced with the giant man of the tribe looking down at him, Brann Bronzebeard became even more unhappy: "What are you looking at? Let's see if you believe that Master Dwarf will give you a shot!"

All the giant men in the tribe shouted in unison: "Humph!"

Turalyon rubbed his brows and said to himself: I still don't have enough reputation to restrain these tough guys!

He could only talk to Xini and pretend not to see their contradiction: "Then, the job of covering it will be left to His Majesty Proudmoore and the other five."

Jaina, Rhonin, Kael'thas, and his two followers all bowed slightly.

As time passed, Azgalor and his men finally crossed the first wall. Standing on the first city wall, Azgalo raised his hand and struck a bastion next to him with his heavy sword.

The heavy sword is not too sharp, but the superposition of weight and power is a terrifying and destructive power that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

The huge double-headed epee was like chopping an oversized piece of tofu, easily hacking away an entire bastion made of reinforced concrete.

The sound of breaking steel bars and exploding cement could be heard clearly even on the second city wall two hundred meters away.

Every coalition soldier held a breath in his heart.