Chapter 365 14. The Battle of Ironforge. The Ghost of the Snow Country
"whoosh"
A cone-shaped mortar shell flew out of the dwarven gunners' barrels with billowing smoke. Amid the roar of the dwarves, it rushed from the hillside into the sky, and then crossed a curved trajectory, and finally It hit the army formation of undead infantry rolling forward.
"boom"
The bursting flames devoured the walking corpses around in an instant, and the fragments that were sprayed in all directions during the explosion were like sharp blades, cutting off the unlucky "good brothers" around them.
It was like a rough rag, wiped off a black stain on the ground, and this was just a microcosm of the front line of the battlefield. Dwarves were obviously better at using explosives than humans, and These elite soldiers are covered with all kinds of explosives. They follow behind the steam tank rolling forward, or simply sit on the shell of the monster just now, ignite the gunpowder pack in their hands, swing Arm, thrown into those silent undead.
The lower-level death knights galloped on the battlefield, trying to make the undead infantry's attack orderly again, but every time they just showed up, they would be hidden in the snow, and the rangers in snow-colored cloaks shot their heads off , or pierce the heart with an arrow stained with the Holy Light.
The entire battlefield under the snow mountain is very chaotic, but orderly in the chaos, the knights behind the steam tanks can always find the right opportunity, and after the commander is killed, they rush out immediately and kill those The chaotic undead were divided and wiped out, and more importantly, the dwarves brought enough holy water in advance for this battle.
Every knife, even every bullet, has been soaked in holy water. This is a very extravagant move. This process alone has used up one-third of the holy water stock in the entire Ironforge and Northern Xinjiang. , but now it seems that this extravagant move is working very well.
"drink!"
The muscular dwarf warrior roared and swung his warhammer, and jumped off the steam tank. The heavy weapon smashed the head of an undead. With the rise of gray mist, the weapon soaked in holy water was completely destroyed. The source of death in this walking corpse made it fall down completely, and it was impossible to recover.
"Follow me!"
The dwarf warrior had the battle flag of Ironforge stuck behind his back, like a short pot, he swung his weapon arrogantly, first swept the hammer, overturned the undead in front of him, and then smashed their chest or head with a hammer, Behind him, the dwarf warriors who were inspired by courage roared to join the battlefield. The dwarves were born with great strength. If it weren't for the small number of their race, it might not be human's turn to rule the southern border of the mainland.
In short, the addition of this group of violent dwarves who are armed to the teeth makes the defense of the undead even more tense. In places where the terrain is narrow and steam tanks cannot reach, those dark rangers are condescending. The people almost fought against the bone arrows of the undead rangers, and pulled out those dangerous positions one by one.
In the icy sky, the roaring Griffin Riders threw the alchemy bombs in their hands into the sea of undead below with a happy mood, and those who were slower but pretended to be the latest machines The dwarf flying machine of the cannon also followed behind the Griffin Knight, launching waves of dive shots at the black undead fortress.
In the ravages of the bullet storm mixed with Geguang bullets, there was no undead arakkoa occupying the battlefield in the sky, and soon the dwarves completely controlled the air supremacy. Becoming more and more fierce, it is obvious that they have already displayed their momentum. The fear of the undead has been gradually erased in the increasingly obvious victory.
The attack from three directions at the same time diverted the undead of this fortress to three battlefields. This move was very effective, greatly reducing the pressure on the frontal troops, and quickly cleared the frontal forces on the snow in front of them with a big advantage. undead.
"You see, as long as we are fully prepared, they are not difficult to deal with!"
Muradin, who was riding on his armored ram to observe the battlefield, collided his hammer and ax in the air, sparks flew everywhere, and the heroic offensive of the soldiers also ignited the flame in the brave warrior's heart, he Can't wait to prepare to kill the Quartet.
"Don't worry, Muradin, it's not time yet."
Danath Trollbane, with the help of the powerful Eagle Eye technique that Rommath gave him, kept observing the center of the undead fortress, and just as the dwarves' steam tanks destroyed all the psychic towers in front, they were about to When approaching the outermost defense line of the fortress, some death knights suddenly rushed out of several large buildings inside the fortress that had been silent.
Their appearance brought order back to the lower-level undead who had become confused on the battlefield due to the loss of their commander. The undead infantry who had been divided up and annihilated began to break out in all directions. This scene made the commander immediately draw out his weapon. He looked back Looking at the Elven Archmage who was maintaining the teleportation circle behind him, Danas shouted:
"Send us in! Rommath, behind those high-ranking knights, let us catch them by surprise!"
"hum"
The teleportation array shining with a blue halo was injected with a lot of magic power at this moment, and the singularity of the precise positioning of the space forcibly tore apart the space anchor inside the undead fortress at this moment, and a large and scattered portal appeared, which had been prepared for a long time. The ready paladins, led by the three commanders, charged into the wobbly portal in front of them.
The next moment, the chaotic sound of horseshoes sounded behind the high-ranking knights rushing out of the barracks. This sudden situation made the high-ranking death knights have no time to react. They could only watch helplessly the team of knights shining with hot golden light , savagely pierced into their battle formation like a sword, the scorching holy light and the cold death collided violently at this moment, just like sparks hitting the earth.
The friction between the holy light and the energy of death brought out waves of implosion, and the frozen soil on the ground was lifted. Amidst the roar of the war horse, Dathrohan, the great knight known for his strength, crazily swung the war hammer in his hand. Together, in the sincerity of shouting the scriptures of the Holy Light, they smashed the heads of death knights one after another.
Among the first generation of great knights, Saidan Dathrohan's reputation is not as prestigious as that of Uther, Fordring and Turalyon, but this does not mean that he is weak, but the character of this paladin determines that he does not like He showed his face in public, but the disaster in the Stormwind Kingdom shocked him. Dathrohan felt that he could not abandon his mission entrusted by the Holy Light, so he volunteered to come to this battlefield.
Not only to prove the victory and greatness of the Holy Light, but also to avenge his old friend, Bolvar Fordragon, who died in the hands of Tyrion!
This is divine revenge! No one can stop it!
"Evil! Repent!"
"boom"
The double swords of the last death knight parrying the warhammer were broken abruptly, and even his armor was pierced by the warhammer wrapped in holy light. Devoured, purified, and at the moment when the fleeting holy light dimmed, Dathrohan jumped off his horse and walked in front of the death knight who was struggling to get up.
Beneath the silver full-face helmet, Dathrohan's eyes were merciless.
He looked at the death knight in front of him, an uncontrollable disgust rose in his heart, he raised the hammer high, and then smashed it down fiercely.
"boom"
Like the sound of a watermelon being broken, Dathrohan turned his head. Behind him, the paladins who had executed a perfect surprise attack had already broken up the formation of death knights. After realizing that they were ambushed, these nearly complete The knights of the thinking did not die here, but fled in all directions, the paladins chased after them, and on the outer battlefield, the lower-level undead who had just regrouped became chaotic again .
"There's something in this fort!"
In the perception of the Holy Light, Dathrohan frowned, looking at the dead tower of the undead behind him, this is the most central building of this fortress, and he felt a huge dark force in it.
"Don't try to run!"
Behind him, Muradin roared and swung his ax, knocking a death knight off his horse. He jumped from the spot like a cannonball, holding the hammer with both hands, and precisely hit the fleeing death knight. With blood and flesh splattered everywhere, Muradin kicked the severed head away, then turned his head and looked at Dathrohan:
"What did you say?"
"There is something in that tower, a terrible darkness, and it should be the commander of this legion."
Dathrohan walked quickly towards the closed tower with his hammer in hand, Muradin followed closely behind him.
"boom"
The paladin kicked the door open, and the rough act of opening the door caused the candlelight in the dark hall to flicker. Dathrohan saw a chair sitting on a chair, holding a sharpener Shi, the death lord Yrel who was repairing the long sword, sister hoof just raised her head, glanced at him, and then set her eyes on the sacred holy deed hanging on Dathrohan's chest armor.
"Hey, I've seen a collection just like yours."
Yrel threw away the whetstone and inserted the draenei-style necromantic longsword back into the scabbard. Between the collision of the black armor, she grabbed the black crystal warhammer beside her, tilted her head and flicked her tail, looking Looking at Dathrohan and his holy holy deed in front of him:
"I've always wanted one too!"
"That depends on whether you have the ability."
Dathrohan could tell her identity from the thick power emanating from Yrel's body. The great knight took a deep breath, and the dazzling holy light began to linger on Dathrohan's body, making him look It's like the eternal guardian guarding the light at the entrance of the dark hell.
"2 vs 1, little girl, old Muradin will say, you're doomed!"
Muradin took a step forward and stood at Dathrohan's feet. This powerful dwarf warrior grabbed his battle ax and hammer. He looked at the wagging little tail behind Yrel. The dwarf glanced at Dathrohan secretly. Then he coughed lightly:
"But you're lucky, now, lay down your weapons! Old Muradin doesn't hit women."
"No, no, the golden beard..."
Yrel held the crystal warhammer in her hand, and she said to Muradin seriously in a teasing tone:
"Luckily for you, like you, I also have my own bottom line. I don't fight those disabled people who are much shorter than me...but my companions don't have this concern, and you are wrong..."
"hum"
The figure of the crow emerged from the darkness of the fortress, and he held two dark golden wing blades in his claws. On the edge of the stairs on the second floor, Rogelio, who drew his war bow, also fatally The bone arrow aimed at the two intruders below.
"3 vs 2...no"
Yrel was adorned with black protective gear, and her demon-like tail shook once again. In the darkness, her right eye was still blood red, but her left eye had turned as dark blue as ice, as if there were two voices Simultaneously at this moment:
"4 vs. 2, and even if you put down your weapons, we'll just... kill you!"
Dathrohan lowered his head and exchanged glances with Muradin. After a while, both of them raised their weapons at the same time and rushed towards the opponent in front of them.
"boom"
A completely different huge force erupted in this small tower, and the collision of that force caused the tower made of stone to make a mournful sound, and the whistling sound spread throughout the battlefield in an instant .
"What's the matter? What's the matter?"
Danas Trollbane, who commanded the paladins to hunt down high-level death knights in the fortress, tightened his reins, looked back at the crumbling tower in the center of the fortress, and roared:
"Where are Dathrohan and Muradin! Has anyone seen them?"
"I have seen!"
A deep and hollow voice sounded above Danas's head. The general raised his head, and saw Tyrion wearing black armor and a scarlet cloak above the ruins of the barracks destroyed by howling shells. Dawnblade was using a She looked at him with indifferent eyes, and was still answering his question.
"I have seen your friends, those brave warriors who fought for justice and light, just now..."
"hum"
The figure of the Dark Blade King disappeared into the ruins of the gunpowder, and when he reappeared, he stood directly in front of Danas, and behind him, there was a blood-red streak on the bodies of the four paladins who had just raised their weapons. The line, and the blade of the moon-shaped war sword in Tyrion's hand was still dripping blood.
He raised his head and swung a sword casually. The dark sharp blade was thrown out from the blade, cutting off an aircraft soaring in the sky. In the explosion of flames, the corpses of the paladin behind him were smashed down, including people and horses. on the ground, while more paladins reacted to the explosion in the sky, roaring and rushing towards him.
Tyrion looked at Danas Trollbane who was holding his weapon tightly in front of him. He ignored the charging paladins behind him, and lowered his voice, as if telling a secret:
"They are just like you, standing at the gate of hell..."