Following the battle of Stantam, a battle related to the fate of the race began. Zumashar's high-slope battle reached a white-hot level from the beginning.

There is a flat area diagonally above the middle of Zumashar's high slope. It was once an important post in the era of troll occupation. When Brad led the alliance army to attack this side, the troll soldiers on this post discovered the emergence of the alliance army at the first time.

Although the post was later taken down by the Alliance because Goron and other means did not play any role, that does not mean that the post is of little effect.

In fact, if Brad had not had many trump cards at that time and if there were not so many means, this poster alone would have consumed a large number of alliance troops. Later, the alliance occupied Zumashar's gate, and this poster played a very important role.

In this situation, Azeroth is also constantly developing. Zumashar's city lord thought that adventurers from the earth were more aware of the importance of keeping pace with the times.

This post was also valued. When I bought a building from Jasper Corps to build a magic tower like the Crow Man, the post here actually turned into a magic tower, but it still looked like a post, with scouts on it, and the guards were changed regularly.

But ordinary people don’t know that this is an important firepower point to guard the city, and the battle entered a white-hot stage from the beginning.

As the troll leader said, what they don’t lack now is soldiers. Although there are huge rolling stones that crush skeletons all the way, it is impossible for several rolling stones to be placed at the same time. On the one hand, the prosperous collision affects the effect.

The width of the high slope is very wide, and a situation with a diameter of about three yards naturally cannot cover the entire road. Of course, the rolling stones are constantly crushing and colliding. The direction of the rolling stones is erratic, which causes huge damage to the skeletons and also gives the other skeletons a chance to go up.

When the 20th rolling stone rolled down and the lower half of the slope was covered with broken bones, the skeletons came to the center of the slope after paying a considerable price. Below were skeletons with endless rolling stones, and below the slope, they were already occupied by the sea of ​​skeletons.

At this time, the whistle tower revealed its due face. Two sun beams shot down from the whistle tower, and the hot sun beams scurried back and forth like a laser.

Even though these special skeletons are immune to ordinary fire damage, they cannot resist it under the powerful and scorching sun beam. Ordinary bone dragons are still as fragile as paper when facing the sun beam. What's more, these skeletons are.

The sun beam sweeps back and forth on the high slopes. Often, the sun beam swept by, and the swept skeletons are cut immediately, and their bodies cannot withstand this high temperature at all.

Some skeletons with better luck are fine, either cut one arm or divided into two halves, but some skulls with poor luck are directly shoveled by the sun beam. The hot temperature is not something that the yin fire of souls can bear, even if they accumulate too much resentment. Their souls evaporate as soon as they come into contact with the sun beam. From then on, they completely disappear into this world.

The soul fire has not been destroyed, and the broken skeletons in their bodies are also in bad condition. Even though they can combine their broken bodies again, the broken base of their bodies makes these fish that escape the opportunity to avoid the stone ball.

These skeletons are conscious. But their consciousness is more occupied by mingling. Their target is Brad, and they have no sympathy for their companions. In addition, in order to avoid the sun beam and stone balls, the uninjured skeletons constantly trampled on the broken bodies of the skeletons with lost their ability to move. In this way, whether the soul fire is directly evaporated, or the body is broken and lost its ability to move, it loses its function on the skeleton substrate.

The undead trolls full of resentment will not feel fear. Their eyes are only Brad at this moment. They have to climb up the city wall to tear this person apart with their own hands. Only in this way can they pay tribute to everything they have lost.

It has to be said that artillery, magic tower and huge rolling stones are a very powerful defense plan. It is difficult for other forces to enter the sky if they want those Zumashars. Even if they want those Zumashars, they will have to pay the price.

There are surface-to-air missiles in their city. Any enemy will feel fear with such unsolved defense, but they cannot get out of these undead, and countless skeletons in large numbers have already lost their companions in front, and they are still rushing up the slopes in the front.

"Damn guy, this expression is still like this until he dies." The troll leader grabbed the spear in his hand tightly. Seeing Brad's ever-serious expression, he felt even more angry. This annoying look, even if he had been sleeping in the dark for more than ten years, his nightmare. He was in the endless nightmare, he hated, he was crazy, but he just couldn't wake up and was tortured over and over again.

He kept repeating the war with Brad in his deep sleep, watching his race destruction again and again, and his resentment became deeper and deeper until he was summoned to escape the endless cycle of reincarnation.

And when he received the order from his new master, wanting him to regain his hometown, he finally found the vent. Although he wanted to seek revenge on Brad all the time, he never expected that he would meet Brad so soon.

He roughly knew a little about the changes in the world today. He knew that he was behind and that people came to prosper in the past ten years, but he didn't care at all, because the history of trolls was longer, and they had a history of more than 100,000 years, but trolls were not like that. He disdained how much humans could develop in just over ten years.

I knew that he had seen it with his own eyes that he knew how ridiculous his previous thoughts were. The power of the two types of shells was too great, and it was probably more than one or two times the power of the shells that were originally.

The only thing that was thankful was that his tribe members became extremely powerful. Otherwise, I would not know how many soldiers would have to be sacrificed. Although the magic tower and the rolling stone caused a lot of trouble for their siege, in his opinion, it was just a small trouble, and such consumption was enough for him to bear.

"The city wall is so close, I can't wait to stab your chest with the spear in my hand. I really want to see if your heart is red. Even the most evil god in the world is not as cruel and cruel as you. You burned hundreds of thousands of young and old people and warriors of my troll clan with fire. Today is the time for us to take revenge. Wait. This moment will not be too long. I hope you won't run away because of fear."

Brad felt his powerful soul fluctuations and did not care at all. The strong spoke with their strength. If threats and intimidation could scare the opponent to death, then what's the use of fighting?

Brad only restored three words to this: "I'll wait."

"You deserve to die!"

Seeing Brad's understatement, the troll leader felt that his whole body was about to explode. He roared and was about to activate his mount.

Another troll next to him with a bone staff blocked his way and said, "Chief. Don't be impulsive. Now is not the time for you to rush forward."

The troll head woke up and said, "Damn bastard, he actually inspires me."

He understood the meaning of the high priest. More than ten years have passed, and they have seen too many strange weapons. Who knows if the other party has any special hidden means? If he doesn't have them, he will die. If he dies, he will only let the newly established tribe fall into a situation where there are no leaders. He was not obtained by peaceful means. Before he got here, the legendary trolls fought fiercely, just like more than ten years ago. He defeated those former leaders, priests, shamans and other important leaders before becoming the leader again.

"Okay, then you just wait. This time I will finally let you taste what endless fear and despair is."

The troll leader glared at Brad again and began to dispatch the elite skeletons to launch a charge.

An hour later, a skeleton finally approached the city wall.

Two hours later, as the number of skeletons increased, the skeletons actually built a simple bone ladder with their companions' broken bones.

Three hours later, even with various means of attack on the city wall, the number of bone ladders continued to increase, and the real siege began.

Zumashar also has musketeers, and the artillery cannot cause any huge damage, let alone muskets. Faced with the bone ladder built with the help of a lot of bones, the Broken Leaf tribe launched a storm-like charge against the city wall.

The fierce battle continued until the evening, the sun was about to set again, and the earth would fall into darkness again, but the undead would not feel tired. Instead, with the arrival of the night, the combat power of these skeletons increased a lot.

The attacks of warriors and hunters are not only directly destroyed by the soul fire of the skeletons, but it is very difficult to kill these special skeletons. They can only use their strength to hit these bone frames down the city wall, but this is useless. Even if they fall apart, they will assemble them again in a while.

The only ones who can cause huge damage to these skeletons are Paladins and Priests with Holy Light, but Zumashal has some Paladins, but there are very few priests. Most of them are women and are not proficient in fighting. Treating the injured soldiers has made them anxious, and fighting is simply impossible. Only Paladins interspersed among other soldiers, constantly causing damage. In order to defend the city wall, Zumashal also paid a heavy price.

Rivendell waved the long sword in his hand, and the holy lights purged the skeletons that pounced on the city wall into ashes, but there were endless skeletons pounced on them below.

He had been fighting for several hours in a row. Even though he was a legendary strong man, he was sweating heavily as he released the holy light on a large scale, and his spirit was even more exhausted. He felt that the holy light in his body had been exhausted.

"Lord, the old marshal let you return to the command center." A messenger jumped to him quickly and said.

"Tell the old marshal that I can still hold on." Rivendale said that he swept a piece of skeletons into the city wall again, and a large area of ​​bone powder was scattered. He guarded a large section of the city wall alone, and no skeleton could come up with it.

The messenger gritted his teeth and whispered: "Lord, there is an emergency and a plague broke out in the city."

"What?"

"A plague broke out in the city." The messenger said aside again.

Rivendell's face changed and his body became even more shaky... (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

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