Chapter 419 33. Elegy. Road to the Dark Blade

"The undead can't attack here, Your Majesty, don't worry too much."

The loyal attendant brought a cup of steaming tea to his Majesty, while Emperor Lothar, who buried his head on the strategic map, just hummed in a low voice, all his energy was absorbed by this war that had been raging from the very beginning. attracted.

He is constantly watching the military mobilization on the front line, and will issue some instructions from time to time. Outside the combat command room, a huge logistics system is busy operating, filling up the military materials transported from various countries in northern Xinjiang. Warehouses, especially gunpowder shells, which consume a lot of energy, are made from the dwarf gathering places in the Hinterlands and sent to the front line as quickly as possible.

The undead were also firmly blocked at the forefront of the Arathi Highlands by loyal soldiers and strong fortresses. Obviously everything was proceeding in an orderly manner, but Lothar was still a little worried.

He is very clear about the impact on the entire northern Xinjiang once the strategically important Arathi Highlands fall. This pressure forced the emperor to stop thinking. kind of markup.

"When was the last time Marshal Gathelis communicated with the headquarters?"

The emperor suddenly asked, and before his eyes, the clerk immediately opened the heavy record book, and after a while, he replied:

"One hour and 30 minutes ago, he reported that the undead had entered the battlefield of Wildhammer Heights. Maybe now, he is still fighting with those undead."

"But it's also possible that it has already been defeated."

The emperor shook his head:

"I really want to have confidence in Marshal Gatherlis. He is a trustworthy general, but the defense force of the Wildhammer Highlands is not very abundant. Although the red dragons promised us to help guard the highlands, it is hard to say whether they will Fight to the end, now the sky leading to the Wildhammer Highlands is blocked by the Death Ravenclaws, and the scouts can't get through..."

"Transfer the Second Army of Stromgarde to the northeastern defense line of Arathi!"

Lothar thought for a few minutes, and finally made up his mind that there should be no accidents behind the battlefield, but his order was undoubtedly risky. The Second Army was originally intended to support the southern defense line, but now it was transferred to the northeast defense line. It means that the southern defense line, which has suffered heavy losses, will not be replenished in a short time.

But no one questioned Lothar's judgment. For a long time in the past, before Lothar became the emperor, he was the greatest commander of the entire human civilization in this era, and his strategic vision was undoubtedly top-notch .

After drinking a cup of hot tea, Lothar's slightly tired spirit became relieved. He walked out of the command room, and at the observation port on the height of the fortress, he watched the undead continue to attack the frontmost city wall in the falling night. The endless attacks, the soldiers taking turns to defend had already rested amid the roar of artillery fire, the wounded were sent to Stromgarde, and the arakkoa in the sky dropped a bomb or two from time to time.

The entire meager night was illuminated by the continuous bursts of fire on the front line. This cruel scene was like a stage in the night. The two sides argued endlessly on that stage, and grotesque performances were smeared with blood.

Lothar raised his head, looked at the stars slowly emerging in the sky, and said softly:

"I have a hunch that the outcome will be tonight."

"Cavalier Robert, take my words privately to every general and commander on the line, we will get through the night and get all soldiers ready, once my order is given, I demand that all obey it. ..whether it's going forward, or...retreating!"

"But Your Majesty!"

Robert, the great knight of the Alterac kingdom who guarded Lothar every step of the way, gritted his teeth and said:

"We paid a terrible price to drag the undead here. Once we retreat here, wouldn't the blood of those warriors be shed in vain?"

"You understand, Robert Cavalier, this is a war."

Lothar looked at the battlefield on the front line, and he whispered:

"Just like the orc war, a partial victory or failure can't change anything. We were once oppressed by orcs, and they attacked all the way to the city of Lordaeron. At that time, we were only one step away from failure, but we still survived. Got it...do you understand? What we are fighting for is not a single place or a city, but the continuation of the entire human civilization."

"The decisive point of this war is not Thoradin Bridge or the southern fortress from the very beginning. Tyrion and I know very well that the real decisive point is at the last Stromgarde... If we fail, the undead will drive straight into the hinterland of the empire , if we win, the undead will completely lose control of the Arathi highlands and wetlands, and even the Khaz Modan region will return to us."

"Be patient, knight, the cruelest battle is yet to come. Everything we do now must serve that final battle. Before that, retreating and keeping more precious strength is better than dying here More valuable."

"The undead are defeating us, but we are also getting to know them more and more. The lessons learned from those failures will eventually be transformed into our strength, and finally help us achieve the most critical victory and completely turn the tide of the battle... just like us As it has been done, this is a long war, Knight Robert, you and I may die in this war, but believe me... as long as human civilization exists, we will always win the day."

"By the way, three days have passed since I sent the letter. Has King Dailin replied?"

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"There shouldn't be two human legions here!"

In the dark night sky, Luminas, who was sitting behind the bone dragon, looked at the human formation below with a little madness, and she screamed:

"We only spent 5 hours crossing the mountains, which is not enough time for humans to complete such a large-scale mobilization!"

"Unless Lothar, who didn't know the result of the battle when we were fighting Gasheris, decisively gave the order to move."

Danas Trollbane, who was also standing behind the bone dragon, had a serious expression on his face. He evaluated the human line of defense below, and he said softly:

"From Stromgarde, it only takes 3 hours to get here... There is no doubt that Lothar predicted the defeat of Gatheris, and he made preparations in advance... Tsk tsk, it is still the same as before Difficult."

"Now what?"

Luminas moved her fingers, and she asked:

"Do you still want to launch a surprise attack? If the two legions rely on the defense line to fight, it will be difficult for us to defeat them within the scheduled time. Such a surprise attack will lose its suddenness. The extra time is enough for the humans in the southern fortress." Soldiers have completed their evacuation."

"If you stopped fighting every time because the raid failed, then there would be no need to fight the battle."

Danas took a deep breath like a living person, and said in a deep voice:

"Of course we must continue to fight and send news to Tyrion. I believe that as a qualified commander, he can understand this unexpected mistake. I can only say that Lothar is smarter than we imagined."

"Attack the human line of defense from two directions at the same time. Under pressure, Lothar's next move is likely to be to evacuate the two lines of soldiers at the same time, to the front line of Stromgarde. As far as I know, around Stromgarde, he also Setting up a fortress... It's really troublesome. My former majesty knew very well that the key point of the Arathi Highlands is the victory of Stromgarde. It seems that he is ready to fight us there."

Danas' analysis made Luminas's eyes shine, she clenched her fist and waved it in the air:

"In other words, we will win without breaking a sweat!"

These inexplicably optimistic words made Danas glared at her. After a while, looking at the young lady who was full of joy, the Undead General shook his head helplessly:

"How did Tyrion rely on you to occupy the entire southern part of the continent? The strategic mind of the death lord who frightens mankind is just like this... I have said that before the capture of Stromgarde, all victories are meaningless ! Lothar did not lose decisive power at all, and we just occupied some meaningless land... What is the use of this kind of victory?"

"But winning is always more enjoyable than losing."

Luminas crossed her arms and stared at Danas:

"What? You have already taken away my legion, and now you want to take away even my pure happiness?"

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"Humans retreat."

The artillery on the fortress in the south of the highland roared even more crazily. The human artillerymen almost used a way of venting their anger, pouring all the ammunition in their hands on the heads of the undead. Under the cover of artillery fire, the army in the line of defense was Methodically retreated from the line of defense and headed towards Stromgarde in the rear.

All this could not be hidden from the screamers patrolling in the sky. Under the leadership of Queen Laixi, the screamers launched a brutal pursuit of the retreating troops. From time to time, shells fell from the sky and hit the fast-moving humans. Over the heads of the army, in every explosion, many soldiers died.

However, under the night battlefield full of artillery fire, the steam tanks equipped with the latest continuous fire guns also responded sharply to the arakkoa in the sky. When holding bombs, the flying speed of the arakkoa would be disturbed , it is difficult to escape the hail of bullets caused by continuous fire guns, and without bombs, the arakkoa can only use surprise attacks to descend from the sky.

The killing efficiency is very slow, and it is easy to be counter-killed when encountering a sharpshooter or a paladin hiding in the crowd.

The two sides were at a stalemate, and the road to evacuate from the southern front to Stromgarde was less than 20 minutes away, which resulted in very little human damage during the evacuation.

"The mages are opening the portal!"

The Grand Lich waved his hands, intending to use a sharp space anchor to re-fix the torn space, at least to trap the soldiers who voluntarily left behind in the fortress, but the hand he stretched out was caught by Tyrion's The hand held the wrist, preventing the release of the space anchor.

"Um?"

Khadgar turned his head and looked at Tyrion with a strange look on his face:

"Don't you like warriors? Don't you want these warriors who face life and death?"

"I want to, but not now."

The Dark Blade King's eyes were deep, he looked at the night sky in the northern sky, and he said softly:

"Let them go, the Darkblade's war in Arathi Highlands is over..."

"What?"

This sentence made Khadgar, who has always been calm, couldn't help asking a rhetorical question, his silver eyes were beating with a puzzled light:

"You are not an anticlimactic person!"

"In the past, every plan of yours must have a result. I thought you were a person who was eager to win, so if you didn't suddenly change your personality, it means that something more important happened. Important enough that you can give up the victory that is at your fingertips."

Tyrion's icy blue eyes met the arch lich's silver eyes, and a few seconds later, in the icy night wind of the Arathi Highlands, he nodded, the first time he responded positively to this secret to him. peep.

"I know, you've always been curious why I turned a blind eye to the fleeing draenei."

"I know that you have been secretly investigating the past events in the world of Draenor, including the last whereabouts of Ner'zhul, the former great chief of the tribe."

"You know I'm hiding some secrets, some secrets that will change the course of history in this world, and you want to know it... And I'll tell you, not just you, but everyone who is entitled to know it, I will tell you nothing tell you."

"And now, what I can tell you is that... the little trouble is over, the real enemy I will fight against when I formed the Dark Blade Knights is about to appear, and my first step to truly change the history and destiny of this world is coming soon, And all of this requires your participation."

Tyrion reached out and brushed his gray hair. He closed his eyes and said:

"Fighting humans makes you uncomfortable, makes you feel like a destroyer, fine, so let's move on to another goal, another more challenging one."

"Demons, they are coming, the expedition of the worlds is coming to an end, and we will bury the destroyers who came across the world on this land!"

"Buried together with their mighty leader...!"