Angrathar Battlefield, the brutal battle spread across the entire Ashen-colored snowfield like a sea of bright red blood.
Looking down from the sky, the dark tide is impacting Angrathar's Defensive Line in wave after wave. It was originally a semi-arc Defensive Line, but now it has been torn into pieces. Alliance Forces's home court is like a dying giant beast, struggling to use its last strength to drive away the intruding insects. However, its body lying on the ground has indeed lost its final power to fight back. In places where it is not scrupulous, it can only allow those insects to violently tear apart the flesh and blood of life.
The cold wind that turned to ice kept hitting the ground. Defensive Line The soldiers at the front were waving their weapons almost in a numb posture. Massacre was also a tiresome thing, especially when faced with those bastards who were already dead... This made the killing meaningless.
Killing and being killed in this snowy field has become a trace of cold color that will never fade away. The battle has been going on for a full three hours. Alliance Forces's total army of 11,000 people now only has less than one-third left. The adventurers who spontaneously came from all over the world to participate in this "holy war" were almost 100% killed. Wave after wave of troops were sent to the battlefield, and then, like ink dripping into the Sea, there was no news again.
A total of 70,000 people have their bones buried in this place thousands of miles away from home, but this war still has no end in sight Symbols.
Alliance Forces has not yet failed, but now he is just using his last bit of strength to persevere. Fortunately, the coward had already died in the first wave of Charge, so the people left behind are all Warrior who are truly favored by Courage, their minds are like steel, but even real steel will be melted into dregs in an instant if thrown into such a cruel battlefield.
In fact, if it weren't for the special nature of this war, Alliance Forces would have collapsed long ago after enduring such a terrible battle loss ratio. From the very beginning of this war, everyone who set foot on the battlefield knew... there would be no surrender, no failure, retreat would mean death, and collapse would mean disaster. This was a confrontation between life and death. Either you would win and take everything, or you would lose everything and there would never be a third way.
Scourge will not accept compromise. Compromise means death. The first lesson this battlefield taught Recruits is: Either chop down the corpses on the opposite side, or become one of them.
Hold your sword tightly, swing it with all your Courage, and hope that you can survive until the end.
Luck is useless on such a battlefield. Wherever Undead goes, there is silence Desolation.
"Hold on, my brother!"
Taelan was half-kneeling on the ground. His armor had become tattered and the blood stains on his face had dried up. His Helm had been thrown there a long time ago. In his hand, he was holding a Heavy Axe that he snatched from Death Knight who was chopped down by him. His original sword had been broken long ago. He didn't even know how many weapons he had changed.
The general, who was still holding on to the front with difficulty, stuffed his only remaining bottle of Holy Water into his Deputy hand. The young man had just been hit by an Abomination head-on, his abdomen was sliced open, and his sternum was almost shattered. At this time, he was leaning hard against the low wall of the Defensive Line that had become a ruin. The corners of his mouth were twitching constantly, and blood was pouring out of it. He did not accept the Holy Water from Taelan, but held his arm.
"Ahem... kill me... kill me... I don't want to become... a monster, kill me... give me some decency!"
"No, my brother, hold on, we are almost winning!"
Taelan grabbed Deputy's hand, and he shouted to him loudly, "Don't fall asleep, bastard! Wake up, we will win soon!"
A difficult smile appeared on young Deputy's face,
"I know... but, but I may... maybe I can't see it..."
Taelan The hand held in his hand lost its strength at this moment, and the young general's expression froze on his face,
He lost another brother,
Damn it... it's Hell's fault..."Taelan! Behind!"
Darion's roar woke up the general. He turned around suddenly and struck out with an ax without looking, cutting off the arm of Death Knight who rushed over and tried to attack him. Taelan turned his head. Looking around, he saw that of the 2,000 Paladin who had followed him in the north and south, less than 200 were still holding on. A sense of sadness rose in his heart, but what followed was an extremely deep Anger.
"Ah!! Ah!! Go to hell! Go to hell!"
Taelan held the blood-stained War Axe with both hands, and struck the Death Knight's body in front of him with one ax after another, cutting it into five sections. Then he rushed towards the jumping Ghoul beside him. He swung the ax, roared in a voice that no one could understand, and chopped down the dead bastards one by one, fighting tirelessly.
Until a few minutes later, all Undead, all Undead on the entire Angrathar battlefield, no matter who just stepped out of Angrathar Abomination of Great Door, or Ghoul who has already invaded the final headquarters of Alliance Forces, all Undead, from the most noble Lich, to The lowest Risen, at the moment when the string in his mind broke, at the moment when the immortal will was completely silenced, all Undead all looked in the direction of Icecrown Citadel, and then let out their own roars.
It was like the sound of Storm sweeping across the entire battlefield, like a bell that represented a certain meaning ringing at this moment, like some kind of hope...
"Poof"
Darion was struggling to defend himself from the attacks of four Death Knights, but just when the last Runeblade was about to fall on his neck, the owner of Longsword suddenly stopped attacking, gave up the victory that might have been easily obtained, and turned to the direction behind him, not only him, but Darion woke up from the initial shock. He looked back and saw that the sound of fighting on the entire battlefield stopped at this moment. Undead, the vicious, silent Undead who seemed to never be defeated, stopped for the first time at this moment Charge Tide of Death who kept moving forward.
It's like the running clock stopped at this moment.
Undead's offensive has stopped... why?
This question rushed into Darion's mind at this moment, causing his extremely tired brain to become clogged. Not only him, but also the Warrior who survived at this time, the entire battlefield was Confusion at this moment, why?
Suddenly, an idea rushed into Darion's mind, like a bolt of lightning splitting Mists, like a grand bell ringing, waking up everyone in Sleep, making him completely understand the significance of the current situation.
"Arthas is dead... he is dead!"
Darion said to himself, and the next moment, endless Joy surged up from the bottom of his heart. He chopped down the Death Knight in front of him to the ground with a sword, then raised his arms and shouted,
"Arthas is dead! We... won! We won!"
When Taelan heard this voice, he was also excited. He looked at Madmen dragging Longsword into the stagnant Undead group on the opposite side. Darion was slashing and laughing wildly., I saw those knights laughing as loudly as Darion, with blood and lingering fatigue on their faces, but at this time, it was as if their souls had returned to their bodies, as if they were Resurrection again.
"We won?"
Taelan shook his head. He looked at his hands blankly, which were already covered with blood and wounds. Then he heard cheers from other places on the battlefield, like a prairie fire, bursting out from a spark, and then quickly sweeping across the entire earth. Everyone went crazy!
Paladin, who is usually the calmest, is like the craziest savage. He grabs something from the ground and throws it at the dead ones who will no longer resist. There are also those Mage who have completely abandoned their calmness and elegance, and the rude Warrior hugged each other and cheered in unison for the arrival of the difficult victory. In the far distance, where the battle was most anxious, King Varian wiped the blood on his face and looked back at his son. He was panting, but his performance on the battlefield for the first time made King unexpectedly satisfied.
Varian laughed and put his blood-stained hand on Anduin's shoulder. He raised his other hand and pointed at the dark sky that was slowly opening in the distance. That was Icecrown Glacier of Eternal Night. Now It opened, and the cold golden Halo stood out above the dark clouds, and the Valarjar Fortress and Path of the Sky specially borrowed by Dick lay horizontally outside the sky like swords.
It's like a real signal to tell Champion who are still fighting that victory is coming!
"Son, look! We won!"
King Varian Pride raised his head like a Lion patrolling the battlefield. He raised the Shalamayne in his hand high, and the shining blue Red Light was like a rising flag. Behind him, the Alliance soldiers who fought bloody battles cheered in unison.
"Arthas is dead! We won!"
On the battlefield on the other side, Thrall raised the Doomhammer in his hand high, and the beating blue Lightning kept flying on the hammer surface. Behind him, Garrosh, Dranosh and other Horde's Warrior also cheered in unison. Opposite them, the originally aggressive Nerubians was like a frightened mouse, running away quickly and panicking.
They still have a numerical advantage, they are still powerful, but victory has eluded them.
Taelan was bathed in the Joy of this sudden victory, but he couldn't laugh. His heart was empty. He saw his own Deputy, the Courage who died a few minutes before the victory came. An expression on his face showed whether he was crying or laughing.
Staggering forward a few steps, Taelan knelt in front of the young man's cold body. He held the palm that had lost its life and temperature. He lowered his head as if praying.
"We won...Hawke, we... won."
Warm tears fell from the corners of Taelan's eyes and soon covered his face. He didn't know why he was crying, but it didn't matter. He was not the only one crying bitterly on the entire battlefield. In the scene of victory, even crying had a different flavor.
Maybe it's Joy's inability to control himself, maybe it's Sorrow's escape, maybe it's his feelings that have nowhere to vent... In short, they won and everything is over.
"Taelan, my son!"
A Mage dragging his blood-stained arm walked up to Taelan and handed him a piece of Communications Stone. A tired voice interrupted Taelan's thoughts. That was the voice of his father, Tirion Fordring.
"We have won... but now is not the time to celebrate. Organize the surviving Champion to evacuate the battlefield and try our best to treat the seriously injured. Our war is over!"
"What about these Undead?"
"They will return Icecrown Glacier under the will of the commander new Lich King... no, Nightwatcher's Burning Legion. Don't worry, my son, Undead Scourge is history. All of this was carried out under our witness. The war is over. We will talk about the rest later... In short, enjoy the hard-won victory."
Tirion Fordring's voice ended here. Taelan still looked puzzled until his brother Darion came to him and asked in a low voice,
"Have you also received the order to retreat?"
"Hmm... but I don't know what's going on?"
Taelan pointed at the Undead around him who had started walking towards Icecrown Glacier. They looked as if they were the real dead. Even if they were chopped down by the fanatical Warrior, they would not fight back.
"Shouldn't we continue the attack and defeat them completely?"
Darion seemed to know more. He stretched out his hand and patted Taelan on the shoulder.
"Okay, my brother, look around. We only have these few people left. There are still millions or tens of millions... The higher-ups will properly consider these issues, but I'm curious... what's going on with that Nightwatcher's Burning Legion."
"Okay, kids!"
As Teleportation's light shattered, Alliance Forces appeared next to young Commander Commander-in-Chief, old marshal Windsor interrupted the whispers of Darion and Taelan. This old Warrior had obviously experienced a fight just now, which could be seen from his blood-stained armor. He stretched out his hand and patted the two young men's necks hard, just like the way those veterans greeted them.
Marshal Windsor glanced at the two generals,
"Stop talking about these things that have nothing to do with victory. Enjoy the victory. This will definitely be a great battle that will go down in history. We are soldiers, so we should do what soldiers should do. Now it's time to relax, do you understand?"
The deep look in the old marshal's eyes made Darion and Taelan understand his hint, just like Tirion Fordring said, now is not the time to discuss these things.
The battlefield was still noisy, and the remaining Warriors looked at the Undeads who had been fighting just now and fell under their weapons without any resistance, but they moved silently and stubbornly in the direction of Icecrown Glaciers, like a silent Migrations.
History has turned a new page at this moment. It started in Dark Portal 20 and ended in Year 25 of the Dark Portal. The history of Undead Scourge completely ended in this Great Migration.
Just like the ending of many stories... history has turned a new page.