In the sky, Anveena's relentless barrage of fireballs forced the Lich into a desperate situation. This Lich's strength was, of course, far inferior to Kel'Thuzad; in reality, he was probably only on par with Ras Frostwhisper or the Araj the Summoner.
With one hand's five fingers piercing the wall, Jiang Jie heard the Lich's cold voice. It turned out that he was actually Instructor Chillheart from the Northrend!
It must have been after Scholomance was wiped out by Jiang Jie that Kel'Thuzad needed more people, so he brought Chillheart from Northrend to serve as the leader of the Cult of the Damned.
The fierce fighting naturally alerted everyone, causing serious obstacles for the Fenris People's Army. Fortunately, the defending soldiers were few and not strong enough, and the artillery on the top of the wall could not attack them in the corner.
But the raid from the top of the wall stalled.
Although the Instructor Chillheart, ordered the guards not to fire for fear of damaging other cannons and injuring himself in the middle, the continuous sound of muskets still rang out. Gilneas was a country that liked to use muskets and often traded with Ironforge. These musketeers were difficult to deal with, and Darion and the others had to find cover to take refuge.
Some people were even injured!
"We must address the Instructor Chillheart as soon as possible!"
Jiang Jie climbed eastward along the wall like a gecko, quickly reaching a distance of 500 meters.
Then, he exerted force with both hands and reached the high wall. With a single Dragon-Subduing Palm, he killed several guards who approached, seized a cannon, and then fired wildly at both sides!
Having apparently heard the noise from this side, Darion on the other side also found the nearest cannon and opened fire on the Instructor Chillheart!
Anveena is in the sky, no need to worry about being accidentally hurt!
Anveena's magic, Jiang Jie and Darion's cannons, attacked from three sides. The power of firearms and magic clashed fiercely. Instructor Chillheart's Ice Barrier was no match for the exploding shells. This Lich who came from afar did not seem to be proficient in Teleport. Of course, it was also because the cannon attack was too sudden. He did not have time to activate teleportation and died in the sound of gunfire.
However, Jiang Jie knew that as long as the Life Box remained, the Instructor Chillheart could still be resurrected.
As for where his life-saving box is, no one knows.
Having demoralized the Instructor Chillheart, the battles that follow will be much easier.
When the faint glow of fire appeared in the distance, and the refugees from Gilneas were less than two kilometers away, the Fenris People's Army finally captured the high wall.
Of course, they also paid a price:
Minor injuries and serious injuries go without saying, but the crucial point is that someone died!
On the battlefield, life and death are unpredictable, and no one can guarantee that they will survive. However, when Darion carried the corpse to Jiang Jie, the others who gathered around were still dejected and saddened, and some even shed tears.
Knowing how brutal the battlefield is and witnessing the death of your brothers and comrades are completely different experiences!
"I know you are saddened, but I'm sorry, but I still have to remind you, this is a true battlefield, a battlefield where even top professionals can fall. So, put away your last bit of weakness. The fallen brothers will be sent back for burial, and the living must continue."
Jiang Jie glanced at the people gathered around him, then said in a deep voice, "That was just an appetizer; the main course is about to begin! Notify Ivan and Sven to open the city gates and let the Gilneas refugees leave! Everyone back to your positions, adjust the cannons, and prepare... to fire!"
Meanwhile, on the mountains north of Pyrewood Village, a mage wearing a black hood, a black robe, and holding a black staff walked slowly toward the castle on the mountainside.
An ancient demonic wolf followed him, with a young Gilneas lying across its back. In the nearby dense forest, there were also Worgen with glowing green eyes!
" Worgen, Baron Shivalein has prepared a sumptuous feast for us. In return, I will use your power to turn him and everyone in the entire castle into my servants!"
"As for you, Liam, my prince, you will become my instrument for ruling Gilneas."
You will become the nominal king of the Worgen kingdom, and I am your master!
Hillsbrad Foothills are divided into two halves by a long scorch, with the eastern half larger than the western half.
This is a Dead Scar, stretching from Southshore all the way to Dalaran. The entire path is scorched black, and any living creature that the Undead encounter becomes Undead and joins the ranks of the Scourge.
Fortunately, Archmage Modera set fire to Southshore, buying precious time for the Order of the Silver Hand. Led by Uther the Lightbringer, the inhabitants of Hillsbrad Foothills fled north to Lordaeron and Fenris Isle under heavy protection.
However, the refugees were too slow, and the Undead were too fast. Uther had to order the Order of the Silver Hand to fight a bloody battle, killing many Undead. But after Arthas arrived in person and Naxxramas floated in the sky, Uther had to order the Order of the Silver Hand to retreat, suffering heavy casualties. Even Uther himself was nearly killed by the combined attack of Arthas, Kel'Thuzad, and Tichondrius, but was saved by the timely arrival of Archmage Modera and Ansirem.
Some refugees fled to Ambermill in the west, some to Tarren Mill in the east, and others planned to travel along the mountain roads through the Western Plaguelands to the Eastern Plaguelands, because it was said that Grand Knight Fenna, the " Ashbringer," had led the Ashen Army to purify Stratholme and Darrowshire.
The remaining refugees moved faster, and after a hurried journey, they finally crossed the Dalaran defenses and arrived at Lake Lordamere.
General Marcus had already requisitioned all the fishing boats in the lake to transport the refugees in batches to the Fenris Isles, which could accommodate tens of thousands of refugees.
Uther, leading the remaining Paladin, also arrived at Fenris Isles, preparing to rely on the natural defenses of Lake Lordamere to repel any potential Undead forces.
Dark clouds filled the sky, obscuring the sun.
Shroud of Darkness shrouded Dalaran, with Naxxramas floating beneath the clouds, bringing an oppressive atmosphere to the magical kingdom. A teleportation barrier isolated the entire city.
At this moment, Antonidas stood atop Dalaran's tallest mage tower, his expression somber.
Despite having gathered all the mages outside the city, and with the assistance of the Dalaran Court Mage Corps, the city now boasts several thousand mages, including nearly twenty Archmage, Antonidas still has not a shred of confidence.
The Devastation of Quel'Thalas feels like it happened just yesterday...
Antonidas suddenly felt a pang of regret. He really should have ordered the entire Dalaran force to go to Quel'Thalas to provide support. That way, by combining the most powerful magical forces of humans and High Elf, they could have certainly curbed the Scourge's momentum, perhaps even wiped out Arthas, shot down Naxxramas, and preserved Silvermoon City and the Sunwell.
In that case, the Scourge would truly cease to be a threat, Dalaran would not be facing its current siege.
Looking back, aside from his self-righteous pride, Antonidas had to admit that he had indeed harbored those wicked thoughts at the time, believing that the High Elf, who had withdrawn from the Alliance and kept their secrets from humans, deserved to perish...
"Mages of the Kirin Tor! I am Arthas, the Lich King's chief Death Knight! I demand that you open the gates and surrender to the might of the Scourge! Otherwise, you will face the wrath of a million Undead!"