"For the Holy Light!"

As the whistling shells and the vibration of the ground, the brave knights rushed out of the camps on both sides of the Tirisfa barrier. They rode on armored war horses and, led by the advanced knights, charged towards the death knights who were constantly breaking through in front of them.

The paladins swelled up the energy in their bodies and wrapped the warm holy light around their companions like curtains to strengthen their defense and lethality to the undead. Faced with this charge rolling like mountains, rocks and quicksand, in front of the undead phalanx that arrived at the battlefield, rows of undead infantry picked up the heavy axe guns in their hands under the command of the Death Knights.

"Open fire!"

"Bang bang bang"

At a distance of nearly 200 meters between the two sides, the black steam tanks behind the undead infantry phalanx and the continuous fire machine guns placed on both sides of the phalanx opened fire. Between the strong rain of bullets, the first row of knights who were rushing forward frantically turned over and fell off the horse while blood was splattering, 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 paladins' defensive aura can play a certain defensive role in this pure physical attack, but in the face of the accumulation of steam guns with extremely fast firing speed, every second they charge, the brave knights are constantly hit by bullets and lose their lives as the blood mist spreads.

The earth was shaking majestic, and the kingdom knights gritted their teeth and continued to move forward with a fierce and tragic momentum, facing the guns and bullets of the dead. In the light shining by the sunlight through the smoke, the dust splashed on the ground, the blood mist splashed in the air, the strange smell of the battlefield, the scorching wind, and the tragic scenery on both sides quickly backwards, all reminded them that this would be a desperate counterattack without a return.

But they cannot retreat, nor can they retreat. In the invasion of the undead artillery fire, the entire defense line of the Tirisfa barrier is in a state of about to collapse. Once it is lost here, the city of Lordaeron, which is close to you, will be safe to defend. If they cannot win in front of the undead army surrounded by all directions, then the brave death of the battle will become the best interpretation of loyalty among the knights.

In front of the military formation, the death lord Glokush stood at the top of a black steam tank. The shell of the trial armor he was wearing became bumpy in the multiple collisions. The defensive deck on his chest was lifted up. Under the iron plate, a trace of sparks burst out between the fast moving gears and crystals, which looked very unstable. The lord's left fist also lost its ability to flexibly operate due to repeated collisions, but his figure became taller and taller, but with a hint of fierceness returning from the battlefield.

The steam-powered armor made by goblin siegemen in the Black Iron District is on the verge of scrapping, but before it is scrapped, Glokush and Sarufar teamed up to destroy the defensive stone fort built by humans on the mountain walls on both sides of the barrier. After the steam tank troops were all destroyed, these two sets of non-commissioned steam-powered armors were honored to complete the battlefield test steps.

Glokush calmly ran towards the human knights on the position filled with cold death and blood smoke. At the front of the knights was Marshal Gaseris, the blood-worn old marshal holding his sword high, and in the smoke and dust raised by the fire of the dead, he led his knights to the final ending point.

This scene is enough to make any warrior feel glory... although this respectable sacrifice cannot be exchanged for the victory they want.

When the knights rushed to the undead position nearly 70 meters away, the collision between the positions between the two sides seemed to happen in the next moment, but the black silent undead infantry phalanx did not feel panic. At the call of the lower knights, the infantry lifted the heavy new axe gun in their hands and fired together after a second.

The deep gunshots resounded throughout the position, and dozens of galloping horses were shot down in the thunderous guns. This thing is not as domineering as even machine guns. In terms of firing method, it is more like a powerful shotgun with no emphasis on the correct head. It uses a single-headed bullet with lethality and penetration. At this distance, even the Paladin's defensive aura cannot resist the frontal attack of the bullet.

"Grenade!"

Another order was issued, and the undead infantry in the first three rows grabbed black grenades from their armor and threw them out to the ground ahead with all their strength. These explosion-proof gadgets were the latest products of the old alchemy bombs. The engineers in the Black Iron District made huge alchemy bombs into individual weapons. After filling in the latest goblin gunpowder, the fist-sized bombs were no less powerful than those stupid, big, and thick alchemy products.

Hundreds of grenades were thrown at the land where the knights were about to step on. The fire lights lit up to the eyes of the charging knights, and then they were completely swallowed by the scorching smoke screen and the strong explosion. The bodies of people and war horses were splattered everywhere on the battlefield. The thunderous sound also caused the trained war horses to panic for a short time, making the human knights' cluster charge looser.

But the knights still couldn't stop the horse galloping. Finally, while the first row of undead infantry raised their heavy axe guns and slashed forward, the knights tortured by fire and explosion also crashed into the undead infantry phalanx.

Dozens of undead infantry were terriblely crashed into the sky, but with the protection of armor, these undeads would not be hit like before. If this were human infantry, they would definitely die due to body collisions, but undead, undead, are not scared of these.

The human knight crashed into the phalanx of the undead. The head of Marshal Gaseris was filled with angry power. The old knight waved his heavy sword and slashed the undead infantry in front of him in armor. He wanted to knock all the enemies blocking the road in front of the war horses like in the previous war, and with the impact of the war horses, he completely penetrated the enemy's camp.

But unfortunately, he couldn't do it.

Faced with the undead legion that had completed a full dress-up, the effect of the cluster collision that the human knights were proud of had been greatly weakened. After breaking through the undead infantry in the first three rows, Gaseris felt the trembling of the war horse under his crotch, and 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 war tank behind the undead infantry phalanx, and was standing on the tank, looking at his death lord Glokush. He saw a touch of indifference and undisguised mockery from the undead's eyes.

It seemed as if he was laughing at his overestimation.

Glokush looked at the forward of the human knight who was surrounded by the undead infantry. He moved his body and removed himself from the scrapped steam-powered armor. He reached out to take the rune battle axe handed over by the adjutant, and his left hand slashed forward fiercely.

"charge!"

The Death Knights, who had been waiting for the battle, finally received the order. On both sides of the silent position, the heavy armored knights wearing heavy armored armored with rune weapons were like two sharp arrows shot out, and the dark red death energy was entangled on their bodies. In the breathtaking cold momentum, these Death Knights stabbed into the camp of the somewhat chaotic human knights behind like sharp swords.

"Clang"

The weapon in the hand of Marshal Gaseris, who was roaring to make the knights retreat, collided fiercely with the battle axe that was slashing. The war horse under his crotch let out a wail, and the undead infantry beside him slashed wildly with axe gun. The armor on the body of the BMW's good horse that was constantly retreating was torn apart, and it had already persisted to the end.

"boom"

Glokush forced Gaseris back with an axe, then pulled out a dark golden hideous shotgun from behind. At almost 0 distance, he shot Gaseris and his war horse. The head of the war horse carrying the marshal's charge was lifted one-third of the explosion of the single-headed bomb. Between the blood and blood, the dead creature used his last strength to throw the marshal behind it on the ground.

As the people and horses were neighing and a chaotic battlefield, the old marshal with his hair was scattered with his head and got up with his weapon. He saw a black muzzle, which was still emitting blue smoke, which was firmly pressing against his forehead.

Glokush held the battle axe in one hand and the heavy shotgun in the other. He tilted his head and glanced at the angry marshal, and he whispered:

"Hey, Old Knight... like our new weapon?"

"Shhh...it's going to hurt a little bit."

"Bang"

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"There is almost over in Glokush's side...the soldiers of the Tirisfa Barrier are retreating."

On the ground where the original Lake Lordamir and the present Dalaran Strait was bombarded by the Eye of Sargeras, a pile of stair-like rocks were raised strangely. The sea water below the strait was deep and cold, as if it contained some kind of dark secret.

Over the strait, Sarufar sat on his bone dragon. Behind him was the flying wing of two battle groups. Behind each bone dragon and the necrotic dragon were filled with fully armed death knights, and the load had reached its limit.

Obviously, they separated from the battlefield of the Tirisfa barrier to carry out the raid mission.

"Are we going to attack Lordaeron from the air? Lord?"

Sarufar's adjutant, a tall Delaney Death Knight, asked: "There are not many defenders in this city. As long as there are subsequent reinforcements, we are very sure to take it down in one raid."

"Isn't this the purpose of our coming here? Mardara, you take your wing to destroy the portal that is still running in the city. The other knights separated four teams and went to the four cities to block the civilians' escape route and gather them up. I will be responsible for the palace of the city...the Monehir royal family, they should still be here."

Sarufal looked at the white city standing above the earth below. He whispered a command, then pulled out his battle axe from behind. With the shaking of the reins in his hand, the huge bone dragon gathered its wings and fell rapidly from the sky. 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 Flight Squadron.

Amid the roars of the dwarves, the griffon knights rushed into the sky quickly, but the moment they rushed into the sky, they were entangled in the battlefield of the sky by nearly a thousand death crows appearing from the clouds. The griffon knights are the main air force of the human empire, but compared with the number of undead crows in the Dark Blade Legion, they are simply rare creatures, not to mention the terrifying tide of gargoyles that are the terrifying tide of gargoyles in the natural disaster.

"Ao Ao Ao"

When the skeleton dragon flew past the palace of Lordaeron, it lowered its head and covered the cold, ice-like breath of snow and ice below the palace. The guards guarding the palace were killed and injured in an instant.

In the cold storm, a black shadow fell from the sky and finally landed steadily in front of the palace in the center of the palace. Sarufar stood on the ground covered with frost. In front of him, the loyal Lordaeron royal servants, paladins and court mage rushed over from all directions, blocking his way forward.

Sarufal was surrounded, but facing the humans who glared at him, the Death Lord had no fluctuations in his heart. He took a step forward, and the next moment, a golden hammer of light hit him. Sarufal raised his head and behind the group of soldiers, the great knight Uther was holding a warhammer and looking at him with a cold face.

"The undead, stop!"

"Well...a good opponent."

Sarufal said in the hollow voice unique to the undead. After thinking for a moment, he carried his battle axe back behind him. As his fingers were pounding, a silver, heavy, deep Naga-style tide trident appeared in his hand. He pointed the halberd to the ground, and a sound of a surging sea tide appeared behind the Death Knight. After a moment, a strange, ghost-like figure appeared behind him.

It was the soul of the great sirens warrior Vasqi who was killed by him. Under the influence of psychic magic, this powerful soul was bound in the weapon of his life and became a unique summoning object for the Death Lord.

"The Big Knight is mine..."

Sarufal threw the battle halberd to the sirens behind him, then pulled out the battle axe again, moved his shoulders, and before launching the charge, he gave a cold command:

"Don't let others come and disturb me!"

After the words came, the stone at the feet of the most powerful death lord in the Dark Blade Knights completely collapsed. His figure turned into a dark red lightning, and hit the big knight Uther, who was waiting for battle. Behind him, Naga's ghost was moving with six arms, and the hair like a small snake on his head was dancing. In Naga's squid magic call, the cold tide of souls also involved other humans in this, the deadliest battlefield amid the hoarse laughter of the squid warriors.

"boom"

The energy lightning caused by the collision of death and the power of holy light floated above the palace. The old King Terenas leaned on his cane and watched the roaring energy above his head explode in the air. His wrinkled face was expressionless, and no one could predict what the king thought in his heart.

Behind him, the most loyal guards were standing by the king.

"Bang"

The door of the King's Hall was pushed open, and Prince Alsace, with an anxious look on his face, rushed into the room, and he shouted to his father:

"The Death Knight has entered the city. Father, come with me quickly. Anna and I will escort you away!"

"No! Alsace, it's not me who should leave..."

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

"Alsace Minaihill!"
Chapter completed!