Azeroth’s Death Track

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"The front is already at war, and we should start."

At the entrance from the center of the wetland to the Wildhammer Heights, Darnas Trollbane took a mottled pocket watch from the armor belt and looked at the time. The newly-born death lord seemed to be reluctant to bear the blood in his hand After a moment of hesitation, he drank the liquor made from many kinds of ingredients.

The scarlet liquid ran down his mouth. This special, unavailable liquid for the living made the undead appear a little bit boring. He shook his head and tried to make himself more awake.

Behind him, as an assistant commander of this monster, Roglio is looking at Torbain with a kind of scrutiny, even if he knows that the guy in front of him has a great record when he is a human, but he is now this Looks like, it really does not look reliable.

After nearly 7 years of development, the high-level of the Dark Blade Legion has its own style. The death lords, even two orcs, also follow the internal rules, no matter what occasion, they will clean up their image. Clean, in fact, with the help of the human ghosts who live in the dark temple, each death lord will have several sets of his own clothes.

And each of them can show a completely different style for high-level undead.

For example, the black light armor worn by Darnas at this time, which belongs to the ceremonial armor and is lined with black commander uniforms, whether it is humans or elves, even rude orcs, wearing this black set, embellished with After the military uniforms with golden fringe and metal shields, they will all look very heroic and cool, with a kind of unique silence and temperament in the solemnity.

But Darnas put this military uniform on a completely different... "taste", but in fact, his dress like a sloppy body also has a special feeling.

And another assistant commander was not as polite as Roglio, just watched and did not express any opinion. After seeing the appearance of Danas, Luminas was in a bad mood, then folded his arms and slanted. With eyes closed, ironically said:

"Oh, awesome, Tyrion assigned us an alcoholic, and he tried to make this old-aged alcoholic take us to victory."

"Ok?"

Torbain glanced back at Luminas. The latter squinted back completely, and after this awkward look continued for a few seconds, Danas turned back decisively, watching Loglio.

"Is this the sequence of war within the Dark Blade? The subordinate commanders dare to challenge the majesty of the high-level commander directly? Or is this actually the tradition of the Dark Blade?

"Enough! Lumi, don't forget your identity at this time!"

Roglio didn't quite agree with Danas, but he still understood the implicit meaning in Danas' words. At the next moment, the elder lord turned back and scolded:

"Apologize to the regiment leader! Immediately!"

At this moment, Luminas was wronged, but when she saw Roglio's harsh eyes, she knew that no one would speak for her this time.

At the top of the dark blade, Roglio is the most trusted person in the elven faction. The fighting friendship between them has been maintained for a long time before his death, and Roger has not lived up to Tyrion’s trust. He is very low-key on weekdays, but often carries out some secret operations that are not known, and Luminas is well aware that Roger has always been a strict "order maintenance", and he hates any form of division.

And Luminas tacitly approves of Nassa’s plan, which in his view is itself a disloyalty.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Luminas gritted her teeth, lowered her head, and leaned slightly towards Danas:

"Sorry, Chief of the Legion!"

"Well, forget it, it's not a big deal."

Danas seemed very easy-going. He waved his hand casually, and then focused on the map on the table covered with wine stains. After looking at it for a few seconds, he turned his head and said to Luminas:

"You used to command the elite hellfire clan?"

"Of course! That's the elite army I built with one hand, but we beat the devil army head-on!"

Luminas straightened her body with pride, but at the next moment, Danas shrugged:

"Good, but it belongs to me now."

"you!!!"

Luminas clenched her fists subconsciously, but before she could say anything, Danas's tone became serious:

"Battle order!"

"Yes!"

The two death lords stood up subconsciously, Danas's finger tapped on the map:

"Order, the Skeleton Dragon Wing is here to stand by. Hellfire, the siege warfare team and I will work together to reach the central plain of the Wildhammer Heights within 30 minutes!"

"Order, the siege team began to build an artillery line that bombarded the Wildhammer Town after arriving at the position, which was completed within 15 minutes!"

"Order, 60 minutes later, the Skeleton Dragons took off and went straight to the Ruby Holy Land, destroying all the red dragon eggs that were spawning there!"

Three orders were issued, Roglio had no doubt, he waved his hand, the high-level knights standing near the formation immediately dispersed, and the two war regiments were active within a few minutes, along the wetlands. Entrance, marching towards Wildhammer Heights.

But Luminas, who was ordered to stay in place, was a little dazed. While watching Danas riding on a bone warhorse and preparing to leave, she rushed a few steps and grabbed Danas' horse reins. She lowered her voice, Questioned:

"I know you don’t look good to me, I think you are the same, but there is no need to retaliate like this? The red dragon must have been in the human position. If we and my skeleton dragons do not follow you, who will come? Block them in the sky?"

"Are you questioning my ability to command? Miss Luminas?"

Danas looked down at Luminas calmly and said softly:

"If you want to know what I have arranged, I will take a few minutes to tell you."

"I have no intention of wasting time in a frontal attack against humans. I will use the superior firepower of the siege group to directly destroy their towns and fronts. As for you and your alliance, when you attack the Ruby Holy Land, If the Red Dragon still has reason, they will not be so enthusiastic about attacking us, and when the big lizards evacuate the battlefield, it is when we break through all the obstacles in the Wildhammer Heights."

Luminas widened her eyes, and she subconsciously asked:

"There are nearly a hundred red dragons in the Ruby Holy Land, and I have less than 70 skeletal dragons... Once under siege, my alliance will be in danger of destruction! And I have not heard that I have support! Is this not? Are you fighting revenge?"

Luminas’ rhetorical question made Danas sneer. This was the first time that this human lord showed a truly ridiculous smile. He looked at Luminas, and there was an absolute cold flash in his blue eyes:

"This is not revenge, this is the opportunity I gave you! Lord Yanghen, please remember that war is war, and don’t have too many personal feelings. You only need to persist in the Ruby Holy Land for 25-30 minutes. Come and join us in the northern mountains of Wildhammer Heights."

"In addition, Tyrion seems to be too indulgent to you, so that you have forgotten the soldier's duty, sacrifice... No sacrifice, where is the victory? You said that you have fought against the Demon Legion, then maybe, then you were still A good soldier, as for now...you have to prove yourself to me, Luminas. Yangshen, this man is not the same as Tyrion who misses old feelings. I only give you one thing when it comes to war. opportunity!"

"If you don't accept it, then go back to Tyrion. Actually, you don't need your alliance. I can win this battle, just with more sacrifices."

Danus raised the horse rein, the skeleton horse steered the general forward, and behind him, Luminas stood on the spot. After a few seconds, she shouted:

"I need explosives and technicians! A lot!"

Danus did not answer, but raised his hand, which represented his agreed attitude, and in the eyes of the human general, there was a trace of satisfaction.

"Very good, not too brainless..."

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After 45 minutes, according to the schedule set by Danas, on the central plain of the Wildhammer Heights, Roglio’s artillery front has been laid out, and those golden sunlight heavy artillery and field guns forged by the black iron dwarves are both Lined up and placed behind the undead position, and hundreds of meters ahead, the human cavalry phalanx commanded by Marshal Gathris has begun to break away from the phalanx.

"Look, my old friend is ready to charge his heavy cavalry."

Danus was sitting on the saddle of the Skeletal Warhorse. He picked up a hip flask, took a sip of cold liquid, and said to Roglio beside him:

"He thought I would fight an old-fashioned war between you and me... Frankly speaking, in the previous communication with Tyrion, I learned something. The theory of the future war that he described made me obsessed. ..."

"It's time to take advantage of the Real Legion, General Rogge!"

"Yes!"

Roglio straightened his body, and the next moment, Danas's cold voice sounded:

"All heavy artillery aimed at the human position, and in the shortest time, all the shells were poured out!"

"But those cavalry..."

"That's not something you need to care about!"

Danas waved his hand and interrupted Roglio's worries. There was no emotion in his blue eyes, just like a cold thinking machine:

"Do your own thing, soldier!"

"Observe!"

Roglio turned and left, and Danas drove the warhorses forward. At the moment he reached the front of the formation, opposite the human position, Marshal Gathris, who commanded the cavalry, gave a roar, and at the next moment, occupied The heavy cavalry with superior terrain began to charge.

All this fell in the eyes of Danas, so familiar, in the same battlefield, he also achieved victory, charging, non-stop charging, dividing annihilation, infantry siege, this is the alliance in hundreds of years of war The tactics of their own are almost invincible.

But now, it is about to be broken and replaced.

"It's just afterglow staged today, and the era of knights...is coming to an end."

Danus uttered a emotion that only he could hear. Between the aftertones, the black iron dwarves' field guns all roared, and hundreds of hot projectiles traversed the dazzling track in the air. Under the precise calculation of the undead gunners, the landing point of this round of shells almost completely covered the front of the human position and the rear of the knights who started to charge.

The artillery projectiles were bouncing on the ground, and it seemed that they could be suspended by just extending their feet, but they could still easily tear apart the soldiers’ bodies and then explode, drowning more lives in the spiciness of gunpowder between.

As for the cavalry, the second round of artillery shells once again landed in the infantry positions that had become frightened when Marshal Gathris bit his teeth and commanded the cavalry to enter the undead formation. This time, the shells were corrected and the shells changed Be more precise and deadly.

And the heavy cavalry of Marshal Gathrese is still unstoppable. They are like a sharp knife, running back and forth between the undead skeleton soldiers, carrying out amazing killings. If they are facing any human legion, they are charged One side is estimated to have fallen into collapse, but the undead will not.

Danas calmly looked at the undead formation that was penetrated in front of him, those insignificant individuals, who were easily overturned by the war horse, and those who trampled on, without the slightest fear, but still under the command of the high-level knights, He used his body to surround the heavy cavalry charge.

"Really soldiers in all generals' dreams... Perseverance, bravery, never fear, and carry out his orders..."

Danus snorted and looked at the heavy cavalry who slowly lost their speed in the siege of the undead. Soon, his eyes fell on the sky. In the distant sky, a huge red monster The flapping wings appeared.

On the ground, Marshal Gathris, who was trapped by the undead, looked back. Under the crazy bombardment of the undead, his own position...had fallen into a collapse, watching the infantry panic. Looking for cover, the marshal's eyes shone with strong unwillingness, but whether he wanted to admit it or not, in this defensive battle, he had lost half of the firepower of the absolute advantage of the undead.

"Dragons fight alongside us! We will not lose!"

The marshal cut a sword and overturned the undead that blocked the warhorse breakout. He encouraged morale loudly, and behind the undead formation, with the swing of Roglio's arm, one sunlight heavy artillery was slowly transferred to the muzzle. Eyeing the sky, and on the other side of the highlands, outside the empty ruby ​​holy land, Luminas stared coldly at the red earth below, behind the skeleton dragon behind her, on each skull dragon , All carrying a lot of explosives, as well as some black iron dwarf explosive technicians.

"Give you 10 minutes!"

Luminas's voice rang in the ears of every undead gunpowder technician:

"Place these explosives at every key point of the Ruby Holy Land! I will clear the airspace for you... remember, you only have 10 minutes!"

"Those who are left behind, be prepared in advance to dedicate themselves to the victory of the dark blade."

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