Silverpine Forest and Tirisfal region in the game have been added with the spell effect of "Darkness Veil". Like Ghostlands, they can't even see a trace of sunlight. It shines into this land. Although I don't know whose handiwork it is, Dick can almost confirm that no one except Kel'Thuzad and Undead Scourge would do such a thing.
Darkness Veil is isolated from sunlight, Undead's Combat Strength will not be damaged, and will become stronger, which is why Quel'Thalas's Ranger Corps is one of the reasons why Ghostlands was nearly annihilated. On someone else's home court, facing a strengthened enemy, our own numbers have no advantage at all. Apart from defeat, is there any other way to go?
But now, the coverage area of Darkness Veil is only most of Tirisfal. Before Silverpine Forest is completely occupied, even Kel'Thuzad cannot be deployed. Complete Darkness Veil, so although Fourth Legion resisted very hard, after Battle Mage of Dalaran joined the war sequence, they still gritted their teeth and endured until the next day.
Under the sunshine, the roars of soldiers and the lamentations of the unfortunates filled this uninhabited place. The alternation of life and death happened every moment. Those sounds, whether positive or negative, were mixed together, rendering this place more and more like Hell.
Gath'riss was holding a Heavy Decapitation Axe in his hand, standing in front of the formation of soldiers, swinging his ax to kill Undead Sea who were constantly attacking the front line from the darkness behind. The soldiers around him would change their faces almost every two minutes. Even when facing the most vulnerable Risen, on a dense battlefield, there was too little room for ordinary soldiers to dodge.
Not to mention, after retaking the Sepulcher Front, Gath'riss hoarded a large amount of stones and wood on both sides of the battle line, compressing the road that was originally enough for ten carriages to travel together to one-third. The wood poured with the special Fire Oil brought by Mage burned fiercely, blocking the fragile Risen from the battle line.
The sea of Undead seemed to have encountered a narrow estuary, and their numerical advantage was greatly offset. Amidst the banging sounds of burning wood, this silent army of destruction was still advancing slowly. Looking from the sky, it was like seeing a black tide, constantly lapping at the Fourth Legion's battle line.
Battle Mages don't have to get close to the battlefield at all. They stand in a loose formation on the high platform at the back. As long as they have enough mana, they can squander any magic at will. There is no need to aim anyway, just throw it at the Undead Sea.
Fireball, Ice, Arcane Missiles, when the pressure on the front line is huge, the old Mage will throw out a range of damage magic, for the front line Warrior To relieve the pressure, even the Mage apprentices put on leather armor in the harsh scene and kept pouring Fire Oil on the wood on both sides of the battlefield to keep the fire burning.
The unpleasant smell of gunpowder smoke enveloped the entire battlefield. The ignited Risen could quickly ignite a circle of Undead, but to be honest, it was useless. The biggest weapon of Undead Scourge was their number. This was an almost unsolvable problem.
But even after reaching this point, when facing Undead who had been reintegrated into an army, Skeleton Archer who was hiding behind Risen and constantly killing ordinary soldiers with arrows, and Skeleton Mages, Gath'riss still couldn't reduce the casualties.
This is still under the condition that one's own Mage is suppressing the opponent.
"Get away! Don't even think about touching me!"
Gath'riss's injury has not fully recovered, but his butcher-like fighting style has continued. He held the Decapitation ax in both hands, took two steps forward, and used the he had saved Kinetic Energy transferred to the Heavy Axe in his hand, and a black arc of light flashed in front of him. The dozens of Risen in front of him were chopped into pieces flying left and right under this blow.
This full blow also caused Gath'riss's attack to pause for a moment, but the soldiers around him immediately held up their shields and quickly protected him.
He was brought back to the battle line. Fighting against Undeads is a very boring thing. No matter how much you kill, don't expect the guy with rotten vocal cords on the opposite side to make a sound. But it is not what kind of army. Facing such a silent, yet tireless and unwilling enemy, it seems to be an extremely unfortunate thing.
Gath'riss has always been very clear about this. Unless we can get the support of all the forces from Eastern Kingdoms, it is impossible to win this war just relying on the Fourth Legion and Dalaran.
60W Undead, this is just the trees of Tirisfal region, plus those of West Darrowmere and Quel'Thalas, the total number of Undead under Arthas can easily exceed 150W. This is an absolutely terrifying number. The total number of Northern Frontier soldiers is only 15W.
In other words, Arthas didn't even need to use any strategy to push all the soldiers up to push down the entire Northern Frontier. From this point of view, what Dick did in Quel'Thalas can really be regarded as a miracle.
"Quack quack quack!"
Just when Gath'riss threw the Heavy War Axe in his hand towards the rushing Ghoul, a scream that could pierce anyone's eardrums exploded in Gath'riss's ears. He suddenly raised his head. In the not-so-blazing sunshine at noon, a large dark cloud was flying out of the forest where Tirisfal and Silverpine Forest met.
Blocking out the sky and the sun, the noise is endless.
"Gargoyle! Pay attention to avoid!"
Gath'riss shouted behind him, then grabbed Messenger's shoulders, "Go and inform Mage to clear the sky as quickly as possible!"
Messenger held his head in fear and rushed towards Mage Position at the rear of the army. In fact, there was no need for him to pass the order. The Mages in the Battle Mage sequence were not academics who studied hard. They knew very well what was the biggest threat to the current position.
So when Gargoyle approached the battle line of the Fourth Legion, those ugly guys like the black Bat who rushed the fastest seemed to rush into a layer of foam. Then these unlucky guys felt that their wings had lost their function. No matter how hard they flapped, they could not stop themselves from falling.
For a moment, it was like black "raindrops" were falling from the sky. Unable to control their bodies, the Gargoyles decisively chose to transform into the Stone Guardians state, and then fell into the position in various funny ways, and were surrounded and killed by stout soldiers who had been prepared long ago and held destructive hammers.
If Kel'Thuzad were here, he could see at a glance what those Mages had done. That layer of shield surging with a faint white light was... that was Dalaran's signature Magic Circle-Anti-Air!
Although these Mage only use the low-end version of Anti-Air Array, and the coverage area and strength of Anti-Air are far inferior to the Grand Anti-Air Magic Circle of Dalaran, it is enough to deal with these low-end Gargoyle.
But the opening of Anti-Air Array caused most of Stamina of Battle Mage to be placed here. As a result, Undead Sea, which was originally suppressed, rolled over again.
The front line presided over by Gath'riss is constantly being compressed. If it weren't for the Fourth Legion's strict military discipline, these soldiers would also be fighting for Revenge. I believe that at this moment, the casualty rate at the front of the front line, which is almost as high as 70%, would have long ago collapsed the ordinary army.
Gath'riss is still standing there. This crazy tough guy is like a big stone blocking the tide, standing there without retreating.
"Then... just die here!"
This rough-looking man grabbed the weapon handed over by the guard next to him with both hands. His eyes were clear, and he looked directly at the ferocious Risen that kept "swarming" towards him.
His will and thinking seemed to be separated at this moment. He saw Lordaeron Palace in front of him. In the air covered with flowers, Fourth Legion, who had returned with victory, was surrounded by cheering people.
He saw the flag of Lordaeron flying high on the top of the golden Palace.
He saw those Courage and fearless soldiers with faces filled with Pride followed behind him.
However, the scene changed, City was destroyed, War Banner fell, that black and blue figure came with endless Despair, destroying everything he knew.
He saw the rolling black tide unstoppably submerging everything he cherished, his family, his children, and the lives he had sworn to protect.
He saw... saw his own death. He was not afraid of death. What he was afraid of was that after he fell, no one else could stand on this land like him and fight for those things that had been lost!
"Then... just die here!"
Gath'riss's lips moved. He gave up his defense and pounced on the rolling Risen and Ghoul like a battering ram. No one could stop him. At this moment, Gath'riss's fearlessness and his love for this land almost permeated the sky of this land.
"Hehe...Mortal, for a Mortal, you are pretty good!"
Gath'riss was breathing heavily, leaning on his body with the Blacksteel Battle Axe in his hand. Just when he was exhausted, the Undead around him seemed to have received an order, and stopped attacking and surrounded him. All the soldiers who followed him into the Undead Sea were killed, and he was the only one who was still holding on.
Grand Marshal wanted to raise his head, but a green shadow struck him like a long whip, sending Gath'riss, who was unable to resist, flying away. The golden armor split apart, and Gath'riss and Helm were all thrown into the sky.
Grand Marshal The injuries on his body burst open again. He flipped in the air for several weeks, fell to the dirty ground in a panic, opened his mouth and vomited blood. He... reached his limit.
What caught Gath'riss's eyes was a monster over 3 meters tall. It looked like Demon... No, this was Demon. It was wearing gorgeous green armor, with long curved horns on its head, a ferocious face, legs like sheep's hoofs, two hands with ferocious bone claws, and large green Gemstone on its wrists.
This is a Demon! A Nathrezim, Watcher of the Sepulcher Front, Lordaeron, three Dreadlord hidden in the country One of the Zs, Detheroc, is a cunning and cruel Demon. His hobby is to collect unique souls. Souls like Gath'riss, souls that are unyielding and do not care about death, are his favorite.
"Are you still holding on? Look behind you, your soldiers have collapsed! What's the point of holding on?"
Detheroc chuckled, stretched out his bone claws and scratched his chin. His voice became weird, like a hypnotic sound that would induce people to fall asleep. Gath'riss's eyes Chaos turned around, but they returned to clarity in an instant.
"Don't... don't try to play with my will, Demon!"
Gath'riss struggled hard, but when it found that its Hypnosis Spell had no effect on Gath'riss, Detheroc seemed to be interested. It took a step forward, stretched out its sharp Claws, and wanted to pierce Gath'riss's body, but at this moment, a rich black Red Energy, like a hidden Viper, suddenly poked out from the Woodland not far away, and accurately grasped Detheroc's huge body.
"Who is it!"
Dreadlord's body was carried by the huge force of Death Grip and pulled towards the piece of Woodland, but he is also a high-level Lord creature, with Fel Energy all over his body. was filled with it, causing its huge body to fly away and become black Bat. It was like the pitch-black Storm was rotating and reuniting in another place of Woodland.
"Who are you! Arthas's lackey? How dare you disturb my affairs, I want..."
Detheroc At first glance, he saw the tall Death Knight standing Woodland, wearing Black Skeleton Armor, this irritable Demon yelled and cursed immediately, but just when it was about to destroy the Death Knight who dared to offend it, his eyes fell on the Blood-Red Greatsword that Death Knight was holding in his hand.
When he saw this sword, all Detheroc's complaints and fierceness were frightened back into his stomach.
He... he recognized this sword. To be precise, he and this sword came from the same place.
That's... that's Apocalypse!
There was a loud bang in the sky~ The popular character Uther appeared!!! Throw flowers and celebrate!!!