Garrosh looked up at the death Magic Circle that was about to explode. At this moment, his mind went blank.
The energy of death gathered above his head. Even as a Warrior, he could feel the terrifying magic vibration coming from Magic Circle, which was enough to tear him apart. He also heard the tearing roar of Dranosh, his brother.
Will die!
Yes, you will definitely die!
Garrosh's first reaction was to hold on to his weapon tightly, Gorehowl. At this time, it was the only thing that could bring him peace of mind.
Orcs Warrior's body stood straight and his eyes widened. At the moment of death, his reaction was like a real Orcs, a real Warrior.
The heavy smoke and cold wind blew his hair. He might die, but he would not fail like this.
If there really is a god in this world, then it will definitely favor the true brave. At the moment when Garrosh was ready to die generously, a special Arcane Power wave rose in the sky further away, and then four Dark Green's thick death energy pierced the sky.
Like four sharp swords, it completely penetrated the floating city above Garrosh from left to right, from front to back.
When the floating city was pouring out black smoke, like a toppling hill, and it was crashing down, Garrosh turned around and saw four other floating cities jumping out of the air. They were all jumping at the same time. Breaking through the space, Angrathar appeared in the battlefield sky, like four green Lighthouses that lit up in the dark sky, surrounding the top of the entire Defensive Line.
The shape of the floating city is exactly the same as Scourge Necropolis, and even the ferocious skull Insignia is exactly the same, but only the sky where they are located proves their belonging.
They belong to their own side!
The cold wind blew, and Garrosh realized that his back was already soaked through.
Uther stood on the top of Acherus, the hunting cold wind blew his white hair behind him, Death Knight looked at the sea of Necromancer rolling in like a torrent below, and the black Saronite War Helm carried under his arm was carried above his head, Death Knight Highlord reached out and held the Death's Verdict behind him. This Runeblade, which came from the same source as Frostmourne, was buzzing, as if eager for another battle to reap death.
"Bass"
Longsword took out his sheath, Uther took a deep sniff of the smoke filling the air,
"Ah, sweet death!"
The next moment, the huge Bat Wings composed of darkness behind him suddenly opened up, like a black War Banner flying in the air.
Thassarian, who was standing behind Uther, took off the Bones horn from his waist and put it to his mouth. Then the desolate, deep and rich horn sound pierced everything on the battlefield.
"Come, let us embrace death!"
Uther took two steps forward and opened his hands nervously, as if he really wanted to embrace everything in front of him. Then he leaned forward and fell straight down. His body fell in the air, and the black Bat Wings behind him patted lightly. When he was about to fall to the ground, the Runeblade Apocalypse in Uther's hand slashed downwards.
"Boom!"
The black Light Blade rushed up from the ground, and under the will of Uther, like a blade that cut through countless Living Being, it slashed diagonally on the ground in front of him.
The dark Light Screen dances wildly, with death screaming behind it. The power from the same source collides with Permafrost in the north, Obliterate, blocking everything, no matter it is the powerful Death Knight, It's Risen from Weaklings, whether it's the huge Crypt Lord, the Gargoyle that just took off and dodged without haste, or even the Bone Dragon that's soaring in the sky, they're all chopped into pieces.
"Bang!"
Uther's feet touched the ground, and the light dissipated at this moment. In front of his eyes, a crack hundreds of meters long appeared on the ground, with smooth edges, like a sword blade grazing.
Just like the silent expression of the earth, like an insurmountable line, the rolling Undead Scourge was blocked. Although it was only for a moment, this was the first time they were really blocked. And that line that Uther used all its strength to cut out was disdain, that was revenge... that was, Declaration of War!
"Ebon Blade is here!"
Uther raised his sword forward, and his voice echoed across the battlefield, "Revenge is coming!"
"Bang bang bang bang bang"
As soon as the words fell, the attack demons Magic Circle belonging to the four floating cities of Ebon Blade Knights were activated at the same time. The thick green Light Blade was like four scythes across the sky, smashing everything flying in the sky.
Then Death Knight, who was riding Bone Gryphon, or even Frost Wyrm, and Gargoyle who belonged to their side, appeared from the four floating cities and rushed towards the battlefield that seemed to have been suspended for a moment on the ground.
There are humans among them, Dwarves, Elf, Orcs, Gnomes, Goblin, and even Draenei.
They are evil ghosts crawling out from the Hell of death. They give everything they have to exist only for Revenge.
Under the leadership of Uther, they are running towards the end of a team called destruction, either destroying their opponents or themselves, but before the destruction comes, everything along the way will be ruthlessly torn apart.
No one wants to mess with them, and no one will mess with them.
Strong support!
Real support!
One sword pierced the head of the Crypt Lord in front of him, and the other sword in his left hand slashed down in the air, and a stream of blood Storm chopped down several Death Knight who were rushing towards him. Down, Varian wiped the blood on his face and shouted towards Duke Bolvar who was smashing the head of a Lich with Warhammer,
"Bolvar, blow the trumpet! Let the soldiers follow those Death Knight Charge!"
"Drive these bastards back to their Hell!"
A few seconds later, the sharp horn sounded first from human Defensive Line, then the war drums from Orcs, Dwarves, and Elf. Finally, the order representing the attack was conveyed to the ears of every soldier.
All Defensive Line and Great Door are turned on almost at the same time, knights, Infantry, and Flying Troops.
After Ebon Blade's Death Knight started Charge, the situation on the entire battlefield began to change, especially the high-altitude opponents were completely wiped out by the magical light of the floating city. After that, the Dragons also rejoined the battlefield, the scorching Dragon Breath opened the way for the Champions, and the knight's Charges were ready to go.
"That's it! That's it! Charge! Rush over!"
The red-eyed Saurfang stood on the shoulders of the tall Construct Giant, swung an ax and chopped off the disgusting head, and then threw it in the direction of Undead Scourge. He waved the giant ax and hit Construct Giant's corpse on the ground and shouted,
"Rush over and bring their heads back!"
Behind him, the roar of War Wolf, Kodo and Stomp sounded together.
But that's not enough!
This is not enough! Alliance Forces also needs greater encouragement. Facing the pressing Undead Scourge across the board, they need at least a large gap for Undead to completely separate.
The will of Lich King also begins to show its power, especially the heavy War Machine The Abomination army and the more mobile and more Intimidation Nerubians and Death Knights join the battlefield. When the Lichs also start to cast spells collectively, to maintain this Charge momentum, Alliance Forces needs a gap!
Who can bring them this gap?
"Whoosh"
Dick's figure appeared on the hillside not far from the battlefield. He looked at everything in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, it's not too late!"
A few seconds later, a Portal light appeared beside him. Velen walked out of the broken light holding his own Redemption Scepter. He was nearly two heads taller than Dick. He stood next to Dick, looking at the battlefield in the distance, and said softly,
"Although I have seen more wars, each of which was more tragic than the one before me, I have to say that you are a group of magical creatures..."
"Huh?"
"I'm curious, what kind of world can cultivate creatures like you who never know how to fear or retreat? Even Demons will be afraid and panicked when facing opponents several times their size, but..."
Velen raised his finger and pointed at Charge the various races Warrior on the battlefield,
"But you are facing more than multiple opponents. Even if you succeed in this raid, you may be defeated in the subsequent war of attrition... But even so, do you still have to risk everything and bet your future on this war?"
"This is very Courage, very exciting, but frankly, it's not wise."
Dick did not answer immediately. His eyes were beating on the battlefield, and finally he saw Black-haired Human who was leading Royal Knights and Charge at the front. He pointed at him and said to Velen,
"Look, that person, his name is Varian, King of Kingdom of Stormwind."
"There is also Orcs with Green Skins skin, his name is Thrall, Orgrimmar Orcs's Chieftain."
"Magni·Bronzebeard, King of Ironforge, and next to him is his younger brother Muradin."
"The one wearing the white military uniform is the ruler of Daelin·Proudmoore, Kul Tiras."
"Shandris·Feathermoon, Night Elf The adopted daughter of the ruler."
"Hamuul·Runetotem, one of the only leaders of Druid."
"Kael'thas·Sunstrider, you know him, he also rules a kingdom"
"There are Tirion Fordring, Alexandros, and I, and Uther... In the wars you have seen, would the rulers lead their soldiers to rush towards the unstoppable opponent? In the world you have stayed in, have you ever seen so many Civilized World leaders put aside their own safety and hatred just for a possible trouble?"
Dick turned around, his eyes were bright and Pride, his tone was calm and solemn,
"This is Azeroth. We have long been accustomed to all this. Our Warrior will protect our civilians, and our King will personally go to the battlefield. Everything we have experienced in the past five years has taught us one truth, do not retreat... because retreating means cowardice, and timidity brings destruction."
"This is Azeroth!"
"It is not perfect and full of flaws, it is not wise and sometimes makes people feel unreasonable, it is not rational and even a little Recklessness, it is not cute and can be fatally dangerous."
"But we love it..."
Dick took a deep breath, "At least I love it, I want to protect it, I want to protect this world and everything here."
He looked at the somewhat astonished Velen and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Everyone here is here for this goal. We are here to protect. Behind us is our home, so we will not retreat."
"Now, it's your home too."
Dick stretched out his left hand towards Velen, "I lent you my power, now it's up to you to protect it."
Velen looked at the silver-white left hand and asked in a low voice,
"You know that even if they are the same Holy Light, they will not be able to fuse because of different frequencies, right?"
Dick sniffed, Anveena appeared from his shoulder, and then looked at Velen in front of him curiously,
"I know, but my Holy Light is different... When it comes to energy control skills, I am far behind you, so only you can do it."
Velen glanced at Anveena, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he looked at Dick, "What can you do?"
Paladin turned back and pointed at the Apocalypse Gate·Angrathar towering under the sky in the distance,
"From this position, break through the door... only you can do it!"
Velen's left hand was on Dick's left hand. He looked at the door in the distance, then at Dick, his brows furrowed, "It can be done by combining the strength of the two of them, but... what's the point? That doesn't seem to be of much help to the current situation, right?"
Paladin grinned and put his finger to his mouth, "Shh... it's just a bait!"
"Lady Anveena, Holy Light Frequency, I leave it to you!"
"Don't worry! If I take action, there will be no problem!"
The next moment, Holy Power of Dick flowed into Velen's body through the transformation of Anveena. The old Draenei's body shook, and then it shot up to the sky. The rising Holy Light tore through the dark clouds in the sky in an instant, the Hymn floating in the air, and the little Rain of Light falling from the sky immediately attracted everyone's attention there.
"What is that?"
"That's... that's Holy Light, that's... justice!"
(Support the genuine version~! Give me some confidence, brothers!)