Stormwind God

The fifteen-meter-high city wall is the limit that the Alliance engineering team can achieve in a short time. Even if the cement is superior to the old stone brick city walls, there are still various problems of load bearing and foundation.

Mograine knew very well that if it was an alliance fifteen years ago, the brethren could only rely on wooden fences five or six meters high to withstand the tide-like burning legion.

However, reinforced concrete or something can be used to block zombies and ghouls. In the face of such a big demon standing eight or nine meters high, he was joking about his own life.

Not to mention, it's only a little like the Lord of the Abyss.

If he was not blocked before he reached the wall, three thousand Alliance soldiers on the wall would be dead.

"Call for help!" Mograine ordered.

Suddenly, magic messages, horns representing strong enemies and calls for help, and the most traditional horse-riding message were launched at the same time. What was needed was insurance.

"Huh?" The Alliance and the Horde were hardly aware of the danger.

Thrall, who had just rested after entering the third-level city wall, frowned, not only the reaction of the Alliance soldiers, but also his keen sense of the shock from the distant earth. Although not yet officially a shaman, Thrall's natural talent is unparalleled.

"Go, take a look at the wall." Warlock left the army to watch, while Salton took the chiefs such as Kane, Grom and Woking and a group of guards to the third wall.

In the distance, the huge and horrible figure suddenly appeared in the sight of the tribe strongmen.

"Huh!" Looking at this figure, which was very similar to Mannoroth, Grom remembered the humiliation that had been fooled.

In the fifth-floor city wall, Kael'thas, who had always pretended to be calm, was carrying black tea gracefully. Suddenly his long golden eyebrows trembled, and his gentle temperament changed at that time, becoming eager and full of war.

He is no longer a noble elf prince, and he can be calm in changing his identity. Because this is what he did for his affection.

For him, the kneeling in front of the day by day king's court had already repaid all the upbringing grace of his father, King Anastrian.

The rest is to wash away the shame he once fell to the Scourge.

Since then, he hasn't diminished his eyes.

Wherever he went, there were blood elves who were once his compatriots, or light or dark pointing.

Thanks to Duke's effective guidance and even private suppression, the entire league is kind to him and his followers.

There is no deliberate difficulty or squeezing, nor have they been used as cannon fodder or to complete impossible tasks.

Because of the fairness of the alliance, he is even more eager to atone for his achievements.

Playing against the Burning Legion in Mount Hyjal was the stage he had long awaited!

Correct!

Only with the blood of the demon of the Burning Legion can he cleanse his stigma.

My Kael'thas * Sunstrider has never really betrayed my compatriots. Even if I can no longer be a hero, I must at least be a man who can walk proudly on the land of Azeroth.

Immediately after receiving the magical message, Kael'thas' eyes were full of hope and desire.

"It's time for our group of sinners! The strong men of the Alliance and the Horde are already on the front line, how can we lag behind others !?"

"Yes! Your Royal Highness!" The **** followers, such as Caponia, Solanlian, Saradre, and Sagunar, stood upright, closed their chests, and watched with enthusiasm the one who was most respected by them. Prince.

Even if the world deprives Kael'thas of his noble status, in their hearts, Kael'thas will always be their prince.

When Kael'thas reached the portal, the walls and the strong men of the Alliance and Horde were already standing.

The winding mountain road in the distance is full of cliffs on the left side. Turalyon pointed to the huge figure moving fast along the winding mountain road and said with an adoration:

"According to the intelligence that the commander of the Alliance, Master Marcus, risked his life, the giant demon in the form of a half-dragon and a half-human is Azgalo, the abyss lord! Excluding the giant worm, Oro, who was destroyed in the foothill camp not long ago, he It is one of the six leaders of the Burning Legion's invasion, which is quite difficult to deal with. "

"What abyss lord is not my axe thing!" After playing for more than ten years in guerrilla warfare, Grom had to learn the common language of human beings, and then it seemed to learn what it means to be forced.

Mograine pointed to the big demon guard who was around five meters tall near Azgallo: "If you can rush to the fat man and kill him in the protection of so many demon guards, then I will serve you . "

Grom's face flushed.

Thrall grabbed Grom and said an orc: "Without Duke to save you, you are dead. For Duke's sake, don't argue with his men. A man is on the battlefield! "

"Hum!" Grom hummed heavily.

Turalyon coughed and continued: "According to the intelligence, those are the elite demon guards. Unless they are strong men who step into the field of heroes, or are mysteries of the level of Huiyue or above, they cannot effectively kill them. "

Thrall asked, "Neither can your artillery?"

Suddenly, a rude and loud voice popped up beside Thrall's legs: "If you do, your daddy will not be here!"

Thrall was startled, only then noticed a dwarf not far away.

It's no wonder that Thrall, who grew up in Lordaeron, has never been a dwarf. Even him, he only formally saw a large number of dwarves only after he came to Mount Hyjal. He is not used to it yet.

Looking down at the tribe's giant, Brian Bronzebeard was even more upset: "Look at what you see, and see if you believe it or not, Dwarf!"

The tribe's giants said in unison: "Huh!"

Turalyon rubbed his eyebrows and asked himself: I still don't have enough prestige.

He had nothing to do with the mud, pretending not to see their contradiction: "Then the work of covering is to be given to five of His Majesty Proudmoore."

Jaina, Ronin, Kael'thas and his two followers bowed together.

Over time, Azgalo and his men finally crossed the first wall. Standing on the first wall, Azgalo raised his hand, and his epee slashed at a nearby fort.

The epee is not too sharp, but the superposition of weight and strength is the terrible destructive power of mortals.

The huge double-headed epee is like chopping a piece of oversized tofu, and it is easy to chop a whole fortress made of reinforced concrete.

The cracking sound of steel bars and the sound of cement bursting can be clearly heard even on the second wall 200 meters away.

Every coalition soldier took a breath.