Wyrmrest Temple, which has been weathered by time, suffered perhaps the most serious damage in history today.
The combination of Arthas and Sindragosa almost easily destroyed the defense of Dragon and completely destroyed the top building of Wyrmrest Temple. The originally gorgeous roofless platform was completely corroded by the dark energy and turned into ruins.
A few pillars stood alone among the ruins of bricks and stones, hard against the falling snow, the cold wind blowing into the hall from the damage on the top, and the ray of light falling from the sky, making all of this extremely sad.
This does not mean that Wyrmrest Temple is not strong enough. In fact, the fact that it can still maintain its current situation after withstanding the full attack of Demigod is enough to show the stability of this building.
Lightning passed through the hole on the top floor and landed in the hall of the temple. When he landed, Paladin's steps were a little unsteady. The scar on his chest was slowly healing, but Avatar Lightning's actions caused it to crack open again, but what flowed out was no longer blood, but streaks of blue electric light, which looked particularly terrifying.
Dick ignored the blue-purple energy escaping from his chest. He walked quickly to Liadrin, who was a little at a loss, and asked in a low voice,
"What's going on?"
High Elf grabbed Dick's shoulders. There were still traces of battle on her armor. Arthas brought more than just Scourge's high-end Combat Strength, as well as Death Knight and Lich that broke into the door, this is obviously a premeditated attack Decapitation Operation.
What's more obvious is that it failed, facing the contestants who had just finished repairing Azeroth, as well as those who came to watch the game Dragon and Alliance The top management of Horde can only say that Arthas made a miscalculation. The Death Knight and Lich elites he brought were almost completely wiped out.
"Anna was injured, not seriously, but she was in a daze and fainted after returning to the lobby."
Liadrin leaned next to Dick, looking worriedly at the unconscious Mage Young Lady, Velen was leaning on Staff himself, and Holy Light was floating on his left hand on Mage Young Lady was jumping back and forth. Paladin saw the unconcealed expressions of Pain and Despair on Jaina's face, and couldn't help but turn his head to Rhonin who was standing aside.
But when he saw the current situation of Dalaran leader, Jaina's senior brother, even Dick was shocked.
Mage Young Lady was only unconscious and had burns on his arms, but Rhonin seemed to have just escaped from the battlefield where he had just escaped death. His luxurious robe was torn into several pieces by the powerful Arcane Power. He sat there in embarrassment, wearing a red cloak, which should have been given to him by Varian.
Archmage's originally neatly combed hair has now turned into a mess like a chicken coop, with traces of being ravaged by flames and Frost. The worst thing was his left hand, which was obviously treated urgently by Velen, but several tragic scars deep into the bones could still be seen on his arm, and his face was scorched black by the flames.
But what's more serious is that his spirit is dull. His eyes have lost focus. His expression is not like that of a wise and noble Archmage. Dick sat next to him and asked in a low voice,
"What exactly is going on?"
This sound seemed to wake Rhonin up, and his eyes came to life again, but the next moment, Anger and hatred, as well as Sorrow's mixed complexity, began to surge in them,
"Arthas... that bastard!"
Rhonin cursed through gritted teeth, and clenched his hands tightly, causing blue veins to appear on Fist.
"He Resurrection... He Resurrection Mentor! He Desecration killed that old man's soul!"
Dick's eyes widened at this moment, and Smoking Pipe in his hand fell to the ground.
"Antonidas Master?!"
Dick's expression became difficult to express at this moment. He almost immediately understood the reason why Jaina fainted. In Young Lady's mind, Antonidas was like Her other father, Dick, moved his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he picked up the black wood Smoking Pipe from the ground, stared at it for a moment, and all his thoughts turned into a sigh.
"This is... so bad..."
Half a minute later, Velen's slightly closed eyes opened. He glanced around the crowd and finally met Dick's eyes.
"It's not too bad. Ms. Jaina's spirit has been severely impacted. She may need a period of recovery. During this period, don't let her participate in the battle."
"Hmm"
Paladin nodded. He looked around. There were only some injured people here who were injured in the previous raid. Almost none of the intact Warriors were here. He turned his attention to Liadrin.
"Where are the others?"
"They are on the Angrathar battlefield, Undead launched a general attack!"
Ms. High Elf took back her Longsword from the chair. Her tone was full of solemnity and heavyness, "Fordragon Hold and Warsong Hold failed to survive the first ten minutes. More than 1,500 Warrior... died on the spot."
"Take care of Anna and these wounded!"
Dick reached out to stop Liadrin from holding Longsword on her back, and shook his head at her, "Wait until we come back!"
After saying that, Paladin looked at Velen, his eyes shining with some determination and killing intent,
"Master, do you want to go to the battlefield with me and protect the world together?"
Velen waved his left hand outward, and a touch of soft Holy Light merged into Rhonin's body. The Holy Rune on his forehead was also shining brightly. Although he was old and had been engraved with marks that could not be ignored by time, the kind but stubborn Draenei old man snorted.
"Although I am old, I am not so good-tempered that I can tolerate being bullied."
Dick nodded. He looked up at the broken sky above his head, and his body turned into Lightning and dissipated on the spot. Rhonin also stood up and said to Velen,
"Master, let me take you to the battlefield!"
On the other side, Angrathar, the frozen Wasteland that occupies one-fifth of Dragonblight, is completely covered with black Toxic Current at this moment. Looking from the sky, it is densely packed with red and blue light spots, which are Undead Fire. Just looking at it, the number is dizzying.
Just like a river gushing from a dam named Angrathar, it flows freely on Dragonblight. The two Fortresss close to Angrathar Great Door. The Fortress that took a lot of effort to make is like a sand tower in the flood. It only blocked it for less than a moment before being completely washed away. The river was blocked at Alliance Forces Defensive Line, but it still tried its best to flow farther away.
This is Undead Scourge. Wherever they go, there is Desolation of Despair.
Like some kind of ominous sign, the Dragonblight sky also became dark, and the cold wind howled, like the sharpest steel knife, piercing the surroundings of the Warrior who were still holding on. On one side were the silent Necromancer. They would not shout, roar, or wail when they were chopped down. This was the most silent army, like a silent lake, which could drown everything along the way.
The soldiers guarding the front line leaned against the heavy temporary wall built by Alliance Forces. It was a low wall, three people high. There was no Carved from Fel Runes. The only advantage was that it was strong enough. Ice from Dragonblight also covers the wall with a layer of Frost, making it impossible for the lowest-level Risen to climb, but for the more agile Ghoul and Skeleton Warrior, this is nothing.
These soldiers are the true elites of all races. They guard in front of each Defensive Line, using the weapons in their hands to mercilessly pierce the Ghoul that climb up the Defensive Line. Before they bite the first person, they chop them into pieces or throw them directly. There are also tall soldiers who control large wooden barrels filled with fireballs and use small Trebuchets to throw the barrels into the sky.
Marksmen or Firearm Userss will shoot the barrel at the moment it is about to fall to the ground, and the scorching flames will spread on the land, killing at least dozens of Risens every time. Archers holding War Bow no longer fire their bows at will. Facing the crowded and dense formation of Undead, they don't even need to aim. But now, the battlefield situation requires them to do more important things.
Snipe and kill the low-level Commander of Undead. Only in this way can these damn dead people be thrown into temporary chaos and create an opportunity for the knights running in front of the low wall to defeat the enemy.
But how many Undead are there in front of you?
Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands? Or millions?
When the number of opponents exceeds a certain limit, it is almost meaningless for Wisdom creatures. The soldiers guarding the front line deliberately do not even look at the distant land. They are afraid, afraid that the sight of the invisible black Undead Scourge coming towards them that night will make them completely lose the fight against Courage.
Mages gathered together and chanted super large combination magic, which often had very strong mass-destructive effects. Beside them, Gnomes's Engineering artillery was roaring. These smart little guys used grazers with better clearing effects. Each shell falling into the battlefield can completely clear an area and explode the hard Permafrost. The continuous shelling makes the entire ground beat continuously, and the smoke makes the battlefield that has been Death the Master more like Hell.
But again, how many Undead are there in front of you? Endless!
Dragon's roar tore through the sky Tranquility, their powerful Breath plowed through the ground again and again, in the dark tide, delineating one piece of no man's land after another, scorching or corrosive Dragon Breath cut the entire battlefield into pieces. This terrifying lethality once effectively prevented Undead Scourge from advancing, and even helped Burning Legion on the ground to continuously extend Defensive Line.
But after the densely packed Gargoyle and the huge number of Bone Dragon took off in the sky, the situation of Dragon also became difficult.
Their power is great, their power is unbeatable, the only problem is that their numbers are too few.
"Silver Hand! Charge!"
Erigor held up the silver Longsword in his hand, and the golden Holy Light wrapped around him and Paladins behind him. Lesser Undead couldn't get close to them at all, and would be burned. These Paladin is like a sharp sword, thrust out from the connection between Defensive Line and Defensive Line, cutting open the Undead Sea that keeps moving forward, while the War Department Burning Legion following them is responsible for destroying these Undead.
On the other side's battlefield, Orcs also adopted the same method, but they were more crazy. In Tauren Under the strong crushing force of the Kodo cavalry, any Undead Burning Legion that is close to Defensive Line will be squeezed back into the center of the battlefield. Garrosh is riding on his own War Wolf, roaring wildly. He rushed towards the commanding Death Knight in front of him. As he approached the guy, the young Orcs jumped up from War Wolf, and the Gorehowl in his hands drew a dark bloody light in the air.
When the light faded away, Death Knight's headless body hit the ground, and his head was thrown far away by Orcs.
"Follow me!"
Garrosh shouted behind him and continued to charge forward on War Wolf. His Trial was interrupted. It didn't matter. He still had his battlefield and his war here.
But at the moment when Garrosh hacked the second Death Knight to death, a deep shadow shone behind him from the sky. Orcs suddenly raised his head and saw him. In the sky above our heads, floating is the black Scourge Necropolis, the ferocious square-shaped Fortress that is exactly the same as Naxxramas, and is also decorated with green skulls.
The magic Magic Circle below the floating city is shining rapidly. Obviously, it has found its target. The next moment, it will tilt its deadly magic towards Garrosh.
Orcs Warrior felt the threat of death at this moment. Dranosh on the other side roared and rushed in the direction of Garrosh. He could not watch his brother die here, but the next moment.
"Boom"
The thick energy of Dark Green, like the sword of death, pierced Firmament.