"Third Defensive Line is under fierce attack! Requesting support! We have suffered heavy casualties!"
"Fifth Defensive Line is completely trapped. Here is Fifth Defensive Line commanding Major Kent. I will stick to Defensive Line and fight to the last man!"
"Ahem...Plague... damn Undead used Plague, we... we can't retreat, Engineering Bombs has been activated! For Lordaeron! For Queen Caliea!"
"Boom"
A loud noise came from the Communications Stone in Darion's hand, and then the stone turned into Ashen. The next moment, the stone turned into powder and suddenly slipped from Warrior's fingers.
Darion's eyes were red. Twenty minutes ago, after Shadow Vault returned to Angrathar's front line and took over the battlefield command from the high-ranking Combat Strength who broke into Icecrown Citadel in the third stage, his mood never calmed down.
He is a veteran. He has lived on the battlefield for nearly 5 years since he was Eastern Plaguelands. In these 5 years, he went from Mount Hyjal, to Northern Frontier, from Northern Frontier to Silithus, and finally to Northrend, he bled more than other peers and suffered more serious injuries than them, but even when Northrend, Borean Tundra and New Hearthglen became generals and led an army to operate under the eyes of Undead, he had never endured such tremendous pressure.
That's not a few hundred people, not a few thousand people. The command of the entire Human Alliance has been handed over to him, that's tens of thousands of people!
From Communications Stone, news that Defensive Line is on the verge of collapse comes out almost every minute. In fact, Darion almost doesn't have to hear the bad news. He doesn't have to listen. He just stands up, walks to the window of the temporary headquarters, and looks out, and he feels dizzy.
It's not that Darion has never seen Undead Sea attack. In fact, he personally participated in Angrathar Battlefield's first battle, but at that time, he was leading his brother as an intermediate Commander. My brother is fighting on the front line of the battlefield, and now, as Commander, he desperately wants to pick up Longsword, rush into the battlefield, and fight to the death with those damn Undead, but he can't, there is no way to leave people here.
Every minute and every second, there are messages coming from various places on the battlefield and summarized to the command headquarters. There are 130 people Staff Officer responsible for sorting out these messages and sending the most urgent ones to Darion. In just 20 minutes, he made 17 retreat orders, 25 support orders, and received more than 30 final reports. After that, all communications between these 30 teams disappeared.
That's nearly 500 lives!
Just gone... The life of a small village, just gone.
"Commander! First Defensive Line is under attack from Abomination Burning Legion! General Taelan is requesting fire support!"
"Taelan!"
This name made Darion wake up instantly. He took the Communications Stone from the hand of combat Staff Officer, activated it and shouted, "Taelan, are you okay?"
"This is Taelan·Tirion Fordring, requesting fire support! Or magic or something like that, throw whatever you can! Those damn guys are about to... wait a minute...Darion, how could it be you? Mograine Grand Knight?"
"Father, they are rushing into Icecrown Citadel to finish off that scumbag Arthas! Hold on, Taelan, I'll mobilize Cannon Emplacement right away!"
After saying that, Darion turned to look at Staff Officer, like a Anger bull,
"You hear that? Let the Gnomess throw their firepower at the First Defensive Lines! My brother needs it!"
Combat Staff Officer was also a veteran who had followed Darion to fight Mount Hyjal, but at this moment, his expression was sad, "Gnomes Cannon Emplacement... is gone."
"What? How could that happen!"
Darion's face turned pale at this moment, and then he heard combat Staff Officer reply quickly in a low voice, "Five minutes ago, a Nerubians raided Cannon Emplacement's ammunition depot. They set it on fire. Now the entire position is..."
"Asshole! Asshole!"
Darion holds Fist,
He cursed crazily, then grabbed Staff Officer's shoulder, "Then let Mages! Let Dalaran shoot at First Defensive Line, aren't they just here to support me? Ours? Let them shoot!" "Mages are fully supporting the Ebon Blade front above Angrathar, where they are encountering the most elite Vrykul Necromancer's attack damage ratio has reached 65%. They need support more than First Defensive Line! Mage will not accept this order."
"So what do you mean, you want me to give up my brother?"
Darion pulled out Blade of Wrath with a swish, and put it on Staff Officer's neck with red eyes, "Listen, I don't care about anything Ebon Blade, I am ordering you now to give orders to Mage, I need their assistance First Defensive Line!"
Combat Staff Officer also raised his head, and the veteran's eyes were also red. He held Fist tightly, revealing the palm with only three fingers left on his left hand, and looked at Darion firmly, "No! I won't do this. Ebon Blade Knights is standing in front of the entire Angrathar. They are blocking the most terrifying one, Burning Legion. You are disrupting the entire front line. This is life-threatening! I will not obey!"
"Do you listen to me! Damn it, I am temporary Commander! Go and give the order!"
Darion's arms began to tremble. As an elite Warrior, he even felt a little out of control now, but from Taelan, his brother's life was in his hands, and he couldn't just give up on him. But just when the conflict was about to intensify, the Communications Stone in his hand suddenly sounded the voice of Taelan.
"That's enough, Darion! Don't embarrass Old Hawke, Old Hawke's son is with me now, he is my Deputy... He is more miserable than you, so be it..."
The next moment, Taelan's voice became firm again, "Commander, this is the headquarters of First Defensive Line. We will stick to it until the last moment, for Lordaeron! For Queen Caliea!"
2 seconds later, the last words of Taelan came, mixed with the soldiers' Charge and Abomination's wild laughter.
"Darion... Tell White for me that I have no chance to go to the monastery to be with her again... Tell her that I love her."
"Buzz"
Communications Stone shut down completely, Darion fell on the chair in despair, Old Hawke, the combatant Staff Officer also gritted his teeth and turned his head, a wave of Sorrow Despair The atmosphere in the headquarters is Spread, who is about to lose his brother, and another Warrior is about to lose his son, but they can only stay here, unable to do anything.
The light of Portal lit up at this moment, and a determined voice also sounded at this moment,
"Why is our Commander so weak! Are you frightened by the battlefield?"
With a sound of armor, fully armed Varian walked out of Portal, and Marshal Windsor of Stormwind City. The old marshal was for the first time. Angrathar was seriously injured in the war. His face was pale and his arms were still covered with thick bandages. On the other side, His Majesty Magni, His Majesty Daelin, and even Moon Priestess appeared for the first time after the war started. The leaders of Tyrande and Civilized World arrived at the headquarters at almost the same time.
Darion was excited. He quickly grabbed Commander’s Signet from the table and handed it to King Varian. He wiped the tears from his eyes and shouted loudly,
"His Majesty, I am a Warrior, and I can also be a Warrior! Please take over the command and let me go to the battlefield! I want to save my brother!"
Varian looked at Darion playfully. In his expectant eyes, he shook his head and sighed,
"No, kid, I am also a Warrior... so, Windsor! My marshal, I now order you to take over the command and have full command of the entire Human Alliance Defensive Line... Do you have any objections?"
Magni waved the two Warhammers in his hand, "As everyone knows, I am also an old Warrior, so I have no objection."
Daelin's eyes fell on Darion, and he said seriously, "Child, there is no reserve team on this front. You can't rush out like this, but we have brought new troops, and I heard that you have just finished It became a fatal attack on Arthas, so I am looking forward to fighting side by side with a great guy like you. Warrior of Kul Tiras is bleeding on the front line, and of course I have no objection."
"Moon Goddess will protect Courage."
Tyrande turned to look at the battlefield in the distance. She lowered her head and recited a mantra in praise of Elune. She raised her hand. The next moment, a quiet Moonlight fell from the sky, and then Then, half of the sky turned into Starry Sky, and meteorites with long tail flames fell from the sky. Then Darion heard the scream coming from the reactivated Communications Stone,
"Oh, hell! Darion, you got help? You're such a fucking talent! I almost thought I was going to die... It's those sissy Elf, right? Thank them Moon Goddess!"
Darion looked at Tyrande with some embarrassment. The latter's manners were very good. She didn't care about the rude general's crazy words. Instead, she took off the horn made from World Tree wood and handed it to Darion.
"General of humanity, Barnes will fight alongside you, Moon Goddess will protect those Courage! Go ahead and block those twisted Necromancer."
King Varian buckled the last buckle of the armor, and he strode outside the headquarters. In the open space full of gunpowder smoke and flesh and blood, the large Portal was shining brightly. Stormwind City was stationed at Burning Steppes's Morgan’s Burning Legion is making great strides, and there are Sentinel Burning Legion located at Feralas, Mountaineer Burning Legion located at Dun Morogh, and Royal Army located on the main island of Kul Tiras.
This is the last support force, and now it seems that it is also the last straw for Arthas.
Behind Varian, Anduin, who was also wearing solid armor and holding a sword and shield, was a little nervous. This was his first time going to the battlefield with his father, and it was such a big scene, which made Little Prince feel a little out of breath. However, Darion rubbed his head vigorously, grinned at him, and the nervousness suddenly disappeared.
Anduin took a deep breath and said silently in his heart, "Look, I am moving forward with Heros, I am walking among them, and I will become one of them!"
On the other side of the battlefield, Nerubians from Azjol·Nerubian, under the final order of Arthas, rushed out almost madly. Every minute and every second, you can see Nerubians Warrior pulling out of the ground, and Nerubian Mage casting spells in the distance.
Dranosh·Saurfang led the remaining elite soldiers around him. Charge was on the front line of the battlefield, but his incomparable bravery could not save the entire front from retreating. Although they were not a frontal battlefield, the battle situation was equally anxious, not even that much better than that of human Defensive Line.
"Jorin... Just hold on to me!"
Brave Warrior Garrosh, but he was holding his brother Jorin·Deadeye who was attacked by three Crypt Lord Nerubians Warrior at the same time. This powerful Orc Warlock was almost unable to put up effective resistance due to the depletion of Arcane Power. His abdomen was completely pierced and he struggled to speak, but the only remaining eyes were full of nostalgia for life. and regret for friendship.
"Hold on! You didn't die in the hands of those big Undead. How could you die in the hands of these damn bastards? Goya Matriarch is still waiting for us to bring glory to her. Damn it, I can't just take you back to see her, the ancestral mother will say Crazy! Come to life, my brother, hold on!! Dranosh, damn it, come back, look at Jorin, he is going to die, our brothers are going to die! Damn it, I'm going to kill them! I'm going to kill them all! Damn it!"
Garrosh, a real tough guy, looked at his brother who was about to die, wailing at a loss. He didn't even notice the changes in the entire front, or the new troops joining the battlefield from behind the Orcs front. A blue thunder shot out from behind him, burning more than a dozen Nerubians into coke at the same time. The next moment, riding War Wolf Snowsong's Warchief Thrall, holding Doomhammer, with the last Kor'kron Personal Guard rushed to Garrosh. Behind him, reinforcements from Orcs, Tauren, Troll, and Goblin were quickly catching up. This precarious front was once again stabilized.
"That's enough! Garrosh, quickly send Jorin back to the rear, where Mr. Drek'Thar will treat the injured!"
Thrall's blue eyes have never been so trustworthy as at this moment. Garrosh hurriedly picked up Jorin and rushed behind him. Thrall's voice sounded behind him,
"Come back to me after your brother is settled, Garrosh, we need you on the battlefield!"
"Rehgar, take Shaman and Warlock to support Cairne, they can't hold it anymore! Garrivitz, get your artillery troops moving, and Rokhan, take Headhunters to support Scout on the front line, they are blocking that damn Underground Dwellings! Others, follow me, crush these bastards! Let them see the sharp blade of Horde and Courage!"
"For Horde!"