Chapter 514 13. Father and Son (Part 1)

"For the Holy Light!"

Amidst the roaring shells and the shaking of the ground, the loyal knights rushed out from the camps on both sides of the Tirisfal fortress. They rode on armored horses and led by the high-ranking knights to the The death knights who were constantly breaking through in front of them launched a charge.

The paladins swelled up the energy in their bodies, wrapping the warm holy light around their companions like a curtain to strengthen their defense and lethality against the undead. The incoming charge, in front of the undead phalanx that arrived on the battlefield, rows of undead infantry, under the command of the death knights, raised the heavy axes and spears in their hands.

"Fire!"

"bang bang bang"

At a distance of nearly 200 meters between the two sides, the black steam tank behind the undead infantry phalanx, and the continuous firing machine guns placed on both sides of the phalanx opened fire. The platoon of knights turned over and fell off their horses while blood was splattered, but the knights behind them did not stop charging, and the speed of the most loyal knights in the kingdom did not even change.

The defensive halo of the paladins can play a certain defensive role against this purely physical attack, but in the face of the extremely fast-firing steam machine guns, every second of their charge, brave knights are constantly being shot by bullets. Hitting the body, he lost his life while the blood mist dispersed.

The majestic vibration of the earth, the knights of the kingdom gritted their teeth, and continued to move forward against the hail of bullets and bullets of the undead with a sturdy and tragic momentum. In the light of the sun shining through the smoke, the dust splashed on the earth, the air The splashing blood mist, the strange smell of the battlefield, the scorching wind, and the tragic scenery on both sides, all reminded them that this would be a desperate counterattack with no return.

But they can't retreat, and they can't retreat. Under the attack of the undead artillery, the defense line of the entire Tirisfal barrier is in a state of collapse. Once this place falls, the city of Lordaeron, which is close at hand, will not be in danger. If they cannot win in front of the army of undead besieged in all directions, then brave death in battle will become the best interpretation of loyalty for the knights.

In front of the army formation, the death lord Glokush stood on top of a black steam tank. The outer shell of the trial armor he was wearing became potholed between multiple collisions, and the defensive deck on his chest was completely torn off. Open, under the iron plate, sparks continuously burst out between the fast-moving gears and the spar, which looked very unstable. The lord's left fist also lost its ability to operate flexibly due to repeated collisions, but His taller and taller figure carried a trace of fierceness returning from the battlefield.

The steam-powered armor made by the goblin siege masters in the Black Iron District was on the verge of scrapping, but before it was scrapped, Glokush and Saurfang teamed up to destroy the defensive stone fortresses built by humans on the mountain walls on both sides of the barrier. After the steam tank troops were completely wiped out, these two sets of non-commissioned officer steam-powered armors had also gloriously completed the steps of the battlefield test.

The human knights galloped by Glokush calmly on the battlefield filled with cold death and bloody smoke. In the front of the knights was the grey-haired Marshal Gatherlis. This bloody old marshal held his long sword high In the smoke and dust raised by the gunfire of the undead, he led his knights madly towards the final destination.

This scene is enough to make any fighter feel honored... Although, this kind of respectable sacrifice cannot be exchanged for the victory they want.

When the knights rushed to the undead position at a distance of nearly 70 meters, the collision between the two positions seemed to happen in the next moment, but the black and silent undead infantry phalanx did not panic at all. They raised the heavy new axes and guns in their hands, and fired in unison after a second.

The low-pitched gunshots resounded throughout the entire position. Dozens of galloping knights were shot down amidst the thunderous gunshots. This thing is not as overbearing as a continuous-firing machine gun. In terms of firing method, it is more like a powerful , and there is no need to emphasize the accuracy of the shotgun, it uses a slug bullet with full lethality and penetrating power. At this distance, even the defensive halo of the paladin cannot resist the frontal attack of this bullet.

"Grenade!"

Another order was issued, and the undead infantry in the first three rows grabbed the black grenade from the armor and threw it towards the ground in front of them with all their strength. These explosive gadgets are the latest products of the former alchemy bombs. The engineers in the Black Iron District made the huge alchemy bomb into a personal weapon. After filling it with the latest goblin gunpowder, the power of this fist-sized bomb detonated was no less than those stupid, black and thick alchemy products .

Hundreds of grenades were thrown towards the ground where the knights were about to set foot, and then the light of fire dazzled the eyes of the charging knights, and then they were completely swallowed by the scorching smoke and strong explosion, and the blown-up bodies of people and horses were in the air. The battlefield was splashed, and the thunderous sound also made the trained war horses panic for a while, and made the human knights' group charge a little looser.

But it still failed to stop the knights from galloping on their horses. In the end, while the first row of necromancers raised their heavy axes and spears and slashed forward, the knights who had been tortured by the flames and explosions also Crashed into the infantry phalanx of the undead.

Dozens of undead infantry were slammed into the sky by the terrible collision, but with the protection of armor, these undead would not be smashed into pieces like before. If these were human infantry, they would definitely be injured by the body collision. Death, but the undead, the undead are not scary.

Human knights collided with the phalanx of the undead, and the leader, Marshal Gatheris, was full of angry power. The old knight swung his epee and slashed at the armored undead infantry in front of him. He wanted to Like the previous wars, all the enemies blocking the way in front of the horses should be knocked into the air, and with the impact of the horses, the enemy's camp should be completely penetrated.

But unfortunately, he couldn't do it.

Facing the undead army that had completed a full refit, the effect of the swarm charge that the human knights were proud of had been greatly weakened. After breaking through the first three rows of undead infantry, Gaselis felt the trembling of the horse under his crotch. The kinetic energy of the knight's charge was about to be exhausted.

"No..."

The old marshal raised his head and looked at the black land battle tank behind the undead infantry phalanx, and the death lord Glokush standing on the tank and looking at him. From the eyes of the undead, he saw a touch of indifference and Undisguised mockery.

As if laughing at his overreaching.

Glokush looked at the forward of the human knight surrounded by the undead infantry. He moved his body and separated himself from the scrapped steam-powered armor. He reached out to take the rune battle ax handed by the adjutant. Slash forward hard.

"charge!"

The death knights who had been waiting for a long time finally got their orders. On both sides of the silent position, the heavy armored knights wearing heavy armor and holding rune weapons were like two sharp arrows shot out, and the dark red death energy entangled them. On their bodies, in the breathtaking icy aura, these death knights pierced into the chaotic camp of human knights like sharp knives.

"kuang"

Roaring to make the knights retreat, the weapon in the hands of Marshal Gatheris collided fiercely with the chopped tomahawk. The horse under his crotch let out a mournful cry, and the undead infantry beside him hacked violently with their axes and spears. In the middle of the cut, the armor on the receding BMW horse was torn off, and it had persisted to the end.

"boom"

Glokush pushed Gathelis back with an axe, then pulled out a dark golden ferocious shotgun from behind, and fired at Gathelis and his horse at a distance of almost zero. The head of the horse leading the marshal's charge was lifted by a third in the explosion of the slug. With blood and flesh splattered everywhere, the dead creature exhausted its last strength and threw the marshal behind it to the ground. superior.

On the chaotic battlefield where men and horses neighed, the disheveled old marshal got up holding his weapon, and saw a black gun muzzle, emitting blue gunpowder smoke, firmly touching his forehead .

Glokush held a tomahawk in one hand and a heavy shotgun in the other. He tilted his head, glanced at the angry marshal, and said softly:

"Hey old knight... like our new weapon?"

"Shhh...it's going to be a little...painful."

"boom"

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"Glockush's end is almost over... The soldiers of Tirisfal Citadel are retreating."

On the outskirts of the original Lordamere Lake and the current Dalaran Strait, on the ground that was completely changed by the bombardment of the Eye of Sargeras, there was a strange pile of step-like rocks, and the seawater below the strait It was deep and cold, as if it contained some kind of dark secret.

Over the strait, Saurfang sat on his bone dragon, and behind him was the united flying wing of the two warbands. Knight, the load has reached its limit.

Apparently, they broke away from the battlefield of Tirisfal Citadel and came to carry out a surprise mission.

"Are we attacking Lordaeron from the air, Lord?"

Saurfang's adjutant, a tall draenei death knight, asked: "There are not many defenders in this city, as long as there are follow-up reinforcements, we are very confident that we can take it in one raid. .”

"Isn't this exactly the purpose of our coming here? Madara, you take your alliance to destroy the still functioning portal in the city, and the other knights divide into four teams and go to the four cities to block the escape of the civilians." route, gather them up, and I will be in charge of the city's court...Royal Menethil, they should still be here."

Saurfang looked at the white city standing above the ground below. He gave a soft command, and then drew his battle ax from behind. With the sway of the rein in his hand, the huge bone dragon folded its wings and flew from the sky. Falling rapidly, in the sky at dusk, a black creature fell from the sky to the earth, this scene immediately attracted the attention of the Lordaeron City Flying Squadron.

In the roar of the dwarves, the Griffin Knights rushed up to the sky, but the moment they rushed into the sky, they were entangled in the battlefield in the sky by nearly a thousand dead arakkoa that appeared from above the clouds , Griffin Knights are the main air power of the human empire, but compared to the number of undead arakkoa in the Dark Blade Legion, they are simply rare creatures, let alone the terrifying tide of gargoyles compared to the Scourge undead.

"Aww"

When the giant bone dragon passed over the palace of Lordaeron, it lowered its head and covered the palace below with a breath of ice and snow like a blizzard of ice. The guards guarding the palace suffered heavy casualties in an instant.

And in the icy storm, a black shadow descended from the sky, and finally landed steadily in front of the palace in the center of the palace. Saurfang stood on the ground covered in frost. Before his eyes, the loyal servants of Lordaeron's royal family and Paladins and court mages rushed over from all directions, blocking his way forward.

Saurfang was surrounded, but in the face of those humans glaring at him, the death lord felt no wavering in his heart. He took a step forward, and the next moment, a golden hammer of light hit his feet, Saurfang Er raised his head. Behind the group of soldiers, the great knight Uther was holding a warhammer, looking at him indifferently.

"Undead, stop!"

"Well...a good opponent."

Saurfang said something in the hollow voice unique to the undead. He thought for a while, then turned his battle ax behind his back, and between the beating of his fingers, a silver, heavy, embellished with deep Naga A tidal wave trident appeared in his hand. He tapped the halberd on the ground, and a wave of surging waves appeared behind the death knight. A moment later, a strange, ghost-like huge figure appeared behind him .

It was the soul of Vaschi, the sea demon warrior who was beheaded by him. Under the effect of psychic magic, this powerful soul was bound in the weapon of his life and became a unique summoning object of the death lord.

"The great knight is mine..."

Saurfang threw the battle halberd to the Kraken ghost behind him, then drew out the battle ax again, stretched his shoulders, and before launching the charge, he gave a cold command:

"Don't let other people come and disturb me!"

After the words fell, the stone under the feet of the most powerful Death Lord in the Dark Blade Knights completely collapsed. His figure turned into a dark red lightning, and slammed fiercely at the great knight Uther who was waiting in battle. Behind him, Naga's ghost moves six arms, while the snake-like hair fluttering on the top of the head, in the magic call of Naga's sea monster, the icy soul wave will also flow in the hoarse laughter of the sea monster warrior. Other humans are involved in this, the deadliest battlefield.

"boom"

The energy lightning caused by the collision of death and the Holy Light was floating above the palace. The old King Terenas leaned on his cane and watched the roaring energy above his head explode in the air. No expression, no one can predict the king's inner thoughts.

Behind him, the most loyal guards stood by the king's side every step of the way.

"boom"

The door of the king's hall was pushed open, and Prince Alsace rushed into the room with an anxious expression on his face. He shouted to his father:

"The death knight has entered the city, father, come with me, Anna and I will escort you away!"

"No! Arthas, I'm not the one who should leave..."

The king turned around and looked at his son who had grown up. A gleam of relief flashed in his cloudy eyes. The next moment, the king's expression became serious:

"Alsace Menethil!"

"Kneel down!"