Angrathar The battlefield war reignited! Just after the second batch of Expedition Force Recruits completed part of the defense change of Defensive Line, the regrouped Undead launched a silent raid on a quiet night.
The start of the war was unexpected, but it was reasonable. After all, the troops displayed by both sides on this Wasteland were not just for good looks. The restart of the war was an inevitable process. Waiting was always torturous. After the life-and-death battle began, the things to be done became too simple.
Hold the weapon, pray for blessings from Holy Light or Elements, and then rush forward with Courage to kill the Undead on the opposite side, or be killed by those representations of death.
There is not so much poetry and picturesqueness, and there is not so much apathy towards death. Recruits people will also be afraid, but the most cruel thing about war is that there will always be only one winner, and whether you like it or hate it, when you are in this environment, the only thing you can do is to join it and make yourself the winner.
The fierce battle lasted all night, and Alliance Forces was in a difficult position of defense in the middle of the night. Fighting with Undead in the dark at night was not the right choice. Those guys would become much faster, more aggressive, and more difficult to deal with Operation in the dark.
After the first ray of Dawn pierced the dark sky, amidst the roar of more and more dense Engineering artillery, the counterattack officially began. The mission of the first-level soldiers of Fordragon Hold and Warsong Hold was to remove the Undead that once again filled the Angrathar wilderness. Cut off in the middle to cut off the rear path of the Undead that has crossed into the second layer of Defensive Line. The Burning Legion waiting to rush out from the second layer of Defensive Line will fall into the surrounding Undead and be defeated, and then gather with the soldiers at the rear to counterattack the surging Scourge in front of the Angrathar.
With the support of Knights of the Ebon Blade's floating city, it is not difficult to do this.
However, before higher-level power joins the battlefield, the duration of the normalized war is uncertain. It may be 3 days, or it may be longer. Undead people will not think, will not be tired, and will not be afraid, which is destined to have a more difficult time for Alliance Forces.
It's just the beginning now.
In addition to Angrathar Battlefield, there are also many rear battlefields throughout Northrend. For example, Howling Bay has already entered the retreating rhythm of the predatory dragon Vrykul. Under the attack of their more powerful kin, Ymiron King already feels like it is the end of the road.
Another example is Zul'Drak. After Drak'Salon Keep was completely destroyed by Knights of the Ebon Blade, Drakkari took a breath. Troll also began to liquidate the internal blasphemers. Golaya promised to fight against Drakkari's capital Gundrak After the liquidation of Traitors Operation is completed, the reorganized Troll will be dispatched to join the Alliance Forces battlefield.
There is also the clearing up of scattered crazy Furbolg in Grizzly Hills, as well as the Alliance and Horde of Warships scattered outside Northrend, and the chaos of those Kvaldir Mist Sea thieves who took refuge in Lich King and some desperate Bloodsail Buccaneers.
In short, this Dark Continent has already entered its craziest years, and in the foreseeable future, this chaotic madness will continue for a long time.
Of course, in some hidden corners that ordinary people cannot see, the cruelest secret war never really ends.
The feeling of walking in the underground world of Azjol·Nerubian is very novel. At least for people who have never had this experience before, it is an absolutely rare experience to have a big adventure in the dark and deep underground.
The northern Nerubians, under Northrend's Permafrost, spent tens of millions of years building a majestic underground kingdom. Their dark land once spread vastly throughout the entire Dark Continent. Under the civilization of the outside world, their inheritance has never been cut off, but now, the territory that was originally full of Nerubians's weird and gorgeous style has been covered with traces of years of war and ruins of disrepair, but the fire of inheritance has not been cut off. They are still burning in this Dark Kingdom with gritted teeth, and look forward to one day regaining their old glory.
"Let old Brann tell you, this place is not as simple as it seems!"
Brann·Bronzebeard, this Dwarves Explorer is wearing a black leather armor, carrying an excavation and exploration Staff on his waist, holding a torch, and is walking at the front of this five-person team. Behind him are Dick, Tirion Fordring, and Dark Ranger Lor'themar·Theron, and finally Rogério·Starseeker holding a bow on guard.
Old Dwarves kept rummaging around in the corners with the special torch in his hand while chattering to the people behind him, just like a museum tour guide.
"We started the exploration and decryption of the Azjol·Nerubian dungeon three weeks ago. If the secrets here are completely solved, the last piece of the puzzle about the ancient Aqir empire will be completely filled in. This will definitely be the next step after Silithus After the Qiraji civilization, Azeroth is the greatest discovery in the archaeological world. These Nerubian Aqir completely form a civilization with another characteristic, which makes people... Hey, don't touch that!"
Old Brann suddenly shouted, causing Paladin who had just stretched out his hand to retract his hand. Tirion Fordring, who had just finished a hunt, didn't even have time to rest, so he came to the dark underground again and started another hunt. However, this time the teammates accompanying him were different.
"I know you are not afraid of those Nerubians attacks, but believe me, being bitten by such a little monster will definitely make you unforgettable for the rest of your life!"
Old Dwarves strode up to Tirion Fordring, waved the digging pick in his hand mercilessly, and dug the piece at Tirion Fordring's feet that shone with a dark red warm light, as if it had a life of its own. The red spider eggs were smashed, and the screaming Fist-sized ugly little spider jumped out. The old Dwarves stepped on it, and you could even hear the disgusting sound of Waterskin cracking.
After finishing all this, Brann breathed a sigh of relief.
"My poor student Harrison Jones was tricked by this little thing last week. As a result, he can only lie in Tomb of the Great Dark Beyond's Camp, half-dead, drinking gruel every day. Arthas put the Nerubian Nerubians here slaughtered them all and turned them Resurrection into Necromancer, but still retained their egg-laying function. From the moment these little monsters were born, their bodies were filled with vicious, vicious death venom. These damn things are everywhere here!"
As he spoke, old Dwarves became angry and stepped on the little spider who was still struggling.
"These damn Undead!... Uh, forgive me, Hunter, I'm not talking about you."
Brann scratched his head in embarrassment again, and apologized to Lor'themar·Theron, who was standing guard not far away. The latter ignored the old Dwarves's embarrassment and held Black Rose in his hand.'s bowed hand remained motionless, and his whole person was as indifferent as a decoration in the darkness, as if he didn't even hear Brann's Hatred for Undead.
"Let's move forward! Brann. I'm very interested in your findings, please continue to talk about it."
A big hand was placed on Brann's shoulder. Dick's voice was still as warm and reassuring as before. He looked at the three dark passages covered with cobwebs in front of him. In the game The knowledge is meaningless in this mostly destroyed underground ruins, which is why he invited Brann·Bronzebeard to participate in this "Hunt".
Of course, Hunt is the mission of Tirion Fordring. He came to the Dark Kingdom for another thing.
Dick's attitude immediately made old Dwarves happy. He took out a small wine bottle from his waist, twisted it open, poured a sip of wine into his mouth, and threw it to Tirion Fordring. Then he wiped his mouth, pointed to the three passages in front that were covered with white spider webs, and continued,
"But it is precisely because of Harrison Jones's accident that we have gained something new. A group of Nerubians sent the seriously injured and dying Harrison Jones back to Tomb of the Great Dark Beyond!"
Speaking of this, old Dwarves's tone became more and more exaggerated, "Forge, I can swear, that is the real Nerubians, not those damn Undead monsters, they are the Wisdom race that can communicate, Their leader is called Krik'thir. He claims to be a noble and wise man among the Nerubian Spider-men before they were destroyed. During the final stage of the massacre launched by Arthas against the Ancient Kingdom, he escaped with the only remaining members of his clan and is now seeking asylum from us."
This news made Lor'themar·Theron, who had always been indifferent, also become interested. He raised his white brows and joined the discussion in a hoarse voice.
"Before... I heard that there was a Nerubians resistance force in the Azjol·Nerubian ruins. They occupied the lower level of the Ancient Kingdom City, even Anub'arak can't find and destroy them... You are really lucky. It seems that Arthas has forced them to a dead end, so that these creatures who always live in darkness have to seek help from the outside world."
"Yeah! That's what Krik'thir said."
Brann carefully looked around in front of the three indistinguishable caves, and finally pointed to the leftmost passage.
"This passage leads to Ahn'kahet, Ancient Kingdom's real lower level City, Krik'thir is the one who escaped from it, Nerubians The resistance army fell apart a few months ago. It is said that the energy of Evil invaded the minds of those Nerubians who were still alive, forcing Krik'thir to flee again."
After saying that, he pointed to the middle road again,
"This road leads to the Evil throne of Anub'arak. Before his death, the Nerubians emperor issued decrees from the throne built in the deepest underground. It is said that the monster who organized death is still there, managing most of Azjol·Nerubian for his villain master."
"What about the last one?"
The taciturn Rogério·Starseeker, who had been following the four people, pointed to the rightmost passage covered by cobwebs and asked. It turned out that the answer this time was not Brann, but Lor'themar·Theron.
"That's the nest of the Pit of Narjun... the giant wolf spider Hadronox... it's a cunning trap."
"How did you know?"
Brann looked at Lor'themar·Theron curiously. The latter waved his hand, and a huge shadow moved quickly among the densely distributed spider webs above everyone's heads, and finally lightened Climbing among the ruins of Azjol·Nerubian and Palace, he finally landed behind Lor'themar·Theron.
When Dark Ranger's gauntlet-wearing left hand and Enchanting were on the sharp knife-like forelimbs of the giant beast that slowly walked out of the darkness, the giant Plague Spider, which had countless compound eyes, a body at least as big as a house, covered with black and red markings, and a cruel Skeleton pattern on the spider sac on its back, suddenly made a buzzing sound.
That represented its simple pleasure, but even though Lor'themar used this behavior to show that Plague the giant wolf spider Maexxna was completely controllable, when the beast's cold and cruel compound eyes swept across everyone's bodies, Brann couldn't help but let out a short scream, stepped back several steps, and pulled out the digging pick in front of him.
"Ah!! Keep it... keep it away from me! Asshole! Damn it! I hate spiders!"
This is the normal reaction of ordinary people after seeing a supernatural creature like Maexxna appear.
"I know the Pit of Narjun because of my pet. My Hunter comes from there... that is the hometown of Maexxna, and the giant wolf spider Hadronox was also Maexxna's most powerful opponent... My suggestion is to skip there. Although Hadronox is not difficult to deal with after we join forces, it is undoubtedly not worth wasting time on that big tarantula."
Lor'themar waved his hand back, Maexxna let out a long scream, and quickly disappeared into the spider web behind everyone just as it came. Finally, Dark Ranger's eyes fell on the central passage.
"In our war with Arthas, Hadronox will undoubtedly not block our way. The most important thing now is Anub'arak, that's all!"
Tirion Fordring nodded, Starseeker had no objection, Dick took two steps forward, waved his left hand forward, and the spider webs covering the leftmost passage with Dark Energy were ignited by golden flames, and an old breath hit his face, making Paladin frown.
He looked back at Tirion Fordring and the others walking towards the central passage, and said loudly,
"If you encounter an accident, use Communications Stone to call for help. It affects lives and the direction of the war. Don't be embarrassed, Tirion Fordring."
The old knight waved his hand towards Dick without looking back.
"Go and do your business, Dick. Although I'm old... but I'm not so weak that I can't even take down a big insect."