Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 783: Breath

Chapter 783: Breath

Half a minute ago, all the rookie orc warriors subconsciously raised their heads. With a slightly dazed and helpless expression, they even forgot to raise their shields, and became bitter witnesses of this strange scene before their eyes.

The enemies were so dense that they looked like dark clouds.

The gargoyle, which has almost broken free from the constraints of gravity, has the strongest limbs, sharp and dark claws, a devilish face, and scarlet eyes flashing with the most bizarre and fierce light.

The entire city wall defense line was still bathed in sunlight a moment ago, but suddenly the sky darkened.

The lack of mobility of the army was always very passive when facing the flexible and soaring air force. In addition, due to various reasons such as range and hit rate, the tribal warriors could only be beaten at this time.

Originally, Thrall was prepared to bear heavy losses.

Who knew, as the roar of artillery fire in the distance behind him became more shrill, Thrall discovered with his amazing dynamic vision that the dwarves had replaced the shells with larger red shells.

It was not fired at the ground, but thrown into the sky.

It looked like red cone-shaped fireworks were blooming in the sky, breaking the black haze of death with their unique posture.

Each red shell is equivalent to thousands of tiny flaming warheads.

They wantonly pour their destructive power on everything flying in the sky.

Thrall saw with his own eyes that a cannonball shot past and the gargoyle closest to him was shot into a sieve. Its wings, which were as solid and heavy as stone walls, were full of holes of all sizes, and its head and chest, which originally required a sledgehammer to smash, were now full of pits and continuous cracks.

The mountain roads of Mount Hyjal, where the flying height and area are restricted, are definitely the best place for the dwarves’ magical shells to wreak havoc. With one shot, at least thirty or forty gargoyles will fall from the sky.

The originally dense and numerous group of gargoyles looked like dark clouds, but after several rounds of artillery fire, they suddenly became riddled with holes.

Many gargoyles had not completely lost their ability to move after falling from the sky, and they still used their huge bodies to climb towards the city wall.

Thrall curled his lips: "Vo’jin!"

"clear!"

Teams of Darkspear trolls rushed to the top of the city. They stood behind the orc warriors, stretched out their arms which were longer than the orcs, and swung their arms to smash out boulders.

Trolls have far greater talent in the field of throwing than orcs.

Kettle-sized rocks drew straight lines in the air and hit the gargoyles on the ground. "Crackle!" The sound of rocks breaking could be heard everywhere.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Great! It’s fucking great!"

Even though the orcs and minotaur warriors were holding their defensive lines on the city walls, they still cheered loudly. The enemy’s miserable situation was the best stimulant for them.

At this time, someone from the alliance arrived.

A small group of knights found Thrall, who spoke in a very awkward orcish language: "Your Excellency the Warchief, the first line of defense is already saturated. Your Excellency Deputy Commander Turalyon hopes that you can temporarily abandon the first wall."

"Give up! We’re just warming up! There are so many great guys behind us who can’t even touch the enemy." Tauren Chieftain Cain muttered.

Thrall looked at the walls that stretched along the mountain road, and then looked at the death passage in front of him that was filled with corpses. He waved his hand to stop Kane: "No, we have lost the advantage of terrain. We still have to defend for a long time, let’s retreat!"

The messenger knight was relieved: "Please ask the injured tribal warriors to evacuate first and go behind the second line of defense. There will be a special medical team to take care of them. Don’t worry, not only the dwarven artillery, but also the sentinels and rangers of the night elves and blood elves will cover your retreat."

"Thank you!" Thrall replied modestly.

The messenger knight raised a red flag and waved it backwards. Thrall immediately felt the artillery fire from behind become more intense.

Hitting the sky and bombarding the ground, the density of the artillery fire was at least twice that of the previous time. Except for a few accidental injuries, 99% of the bombardment hit the Burning Legion.

He nodded with satisfaction and asked his men to cover each other and evacuate.

More than 10,000 tribal warriors were divided into four teams. Three teams evacuated first, and the fourth team stayed until the first three teams entered the two city gates of the second line of defense before withdrawing.

At this time, the zombies and ghouls that rushed up were blocked by extremely precise and sharp rain of arrows.

Abominations and gargoyles were met with dwarven artillery and musketry.

the Horde successfully evacuated at the cost of less than a hundred lives.

"Damn it, I should have adjusted the shooting parameters just now and blown away those damn greenskins and undead monsters." Parem cursed.

Brian slapped his forehead and said, "Why didn’t you say so earlier!"

A group of dwarves: "..."

But more dwarves looked at the human knights sent by the Alliance Headquarters. The dwarves finally knew what these humans were here for. They were just afraid that the dwarves would act rashly when they got excited!

On the Burning Legion side, a heated debate broke out at this time.

The dreadlords, led by Anetheron, thought they should slow down and look for countermeasures: "The Alliance’s artillery fire is too sharp. We don’t have enough cannon fodder, and the terrain is too narrow. Blindly attacking is not a good idea."

Abyss Lord Azgalor sneered and said, "Anetheron, you have been in this world for so long that even your brain has gone bad? The Burning Legion has destroyed countless worlds, and this one will be no exception."

Anetheron’s face darkened. "This is the only planet where the Burning Legion has failed more than once. Even Master Sargeras lost contact here."

Since they were talking about their boss’s boss, Azgallo couldn’t say anything more: "Since you are so scared, let me take the lead."

The Abyss Lord moved his fat, quadrupedal lower body, picked up the heavy double-headed, double-edged sword, and walked away with a loud laugh.

Anetheron stared at Azgalor’s back and spat, "Fool! I’ll just let you and your men consume the dwarf’s artillery shells."

As one of the first high-level demons to enter this world, the Dreadlord has a more thorough understanding of the combat power of the mortals of Azeroth.

Before Archimonde’s arrival, at the Bulwark, if the liches had not solidified the fortress and used large-scale magic arrays to create the effect of protective shells, the Scourge would probably have been defeated and driven to the gates of Lordaeron.

If Lordaeron falls, the entire continent of Lordaeron will most likely become a solid block again, making it impossible for the Burning Legion to take action.

Fortunately, Archimonde arrived.

After a while, seeing Azgallo’s huge figure like a mountain, the human warriors on the second city wall looked a little unhappy.

Mograine spat at the foot of the city wall: "I thought the Horde was the only one suffering..."

A fifteen-meter-high wall was the limit of what the Alliance engineering team could achieve in a short period of time. Even though cement was superior to the old stone brick walls, there were still various load-bearing and foundation issues.

Mograine knew very well that if it were the Alliance fifteen years ago, the brothers could only rely on five or six meter high wooden fences to resist the tidal Burning Legion.

However, reinforced concrete and cement are only good enough to stop zombies and ghouls. Facing this kind of giant demon that is eight or nine meters tall, it is simply playing with your own life.

Not to mention, that Abyss Lord only looks a bit like a dragonman.

If they didn’t stop him before he reached the city wall, the three thousand Alliance soldiers on the wall would be dead.

"Call for help!" Mograine gave the order.

Suddenly, magic messages, horns representing powerful enemies and calls for help, and the most traditional horseback messaging were launched at the same time, just for the sake of insurance.

"Huh?" The strong men of the Alliance and the Horde learned of the existence of danger almost one after another.

Thrall, who had just entered the third layer of the city wall to rest, frowned, not only because of the reaction of the Alliance warriors, but also because of his keen perception of the shock coming from the distant earth. Although he has not officially become a shaman, Thrall’s natural talent is unparalleled.

"Let’s go up to the city wall and take a look." Leaving Varok to watch the troops, Thrall immediately took chiefs such as Cairne, Grom, and Vol’jin, as well as a group of personal guards, to the third level of the city wall.

The huge and terrifying figure in the distance immediately came into the eyes of the powerful men of the Horde.

"Hmph!" Looking at this figure that was extremely similar to Mannoroth, Grom immediately remembered the humiliation of being fooled.

On the fifth wall, Kael’thas, who had been pretending to be calm, was sipping his tea elegantly. Suddenly, his long golden eyebrows twitched, and his gentle temperament changed immediately, becoming eager and full of fighting spirit.

He was no longer the noble elf prince, and he could take the change of his identity calmly, because this was a sin he committed for the sake of his family.

For him, kneeling before the Sun King’s Court was a repayment for all the kindness his father, King Anasterian, had given him in raising him.

What remains is to wash away the shame of having once sided with the Scourge.

He has been looked down upon a lot during this period.

Wherever he went, the blood elves who were once his compatriots would point fingers at him, either overtly or covertly.

Thanks to Duke’s effective guidance and even private suppression, the entire alliance is relatively kind to him and his followers.

There was no deliberate harassment or exploitation, nor were they forced to be cannon fodder or to complete impossible tasks.

It is precisely because of the fairness of the alliance that he is more eager to atone for his sins.

Fighting against the Burning Legion in Mount Hyjal is the stage that Kael’thas has been waiting for for a long time!

right!

Only the demonic blood of the Burning Legion can clear his name.

I, Kael’thas Sunstrider, have never truly betrayed my compatriots. Even if I can no longer be a hero, I will at least be a man who can proudly walk on the land of Azeroth.

The moment he received the magic message, Kael’thas’ eyes were filled with hope and desire.

"It’s time for us, the Redeemers, to take the stage! The strong men from the Alliance and the Horde are already at the front line. How can we fall behind them!?"

"Yes! Your Highness!" Caponia, Solarian, Saradre, Sagunar and other die-hard followers all stood at attention, chests out and stomachs in, staring at their most respected prince with fanatical eyes.

Even if the world deprives Kael’thas of his noble status, in their hearts, Kael’thas will always be their prince.

When Kael’thas opened the portal and arrived, the city walls were already filled with powerful warriors from the Alliance and the Horde.

In the distance, there was a winding mountain road with cliffs all on the left. Turalyon pointed at the huge figure moving quickly along the winding mountain road and said in an admiring tone:

"According to the intelligence that Lord Edmund, the commander of the Alliance, risked his life to retrieve, the giant half-dragon, half-human demon is Azgalor, the Lord of the Abyss! Apart from the giant worm Oro who was killed at the camp at the foot of the mountain not long ago, he is one of the six leaders of the Burning Legion’s invasion this time, and he is quite difficult to deal with."

"What Lord of the Abyss? It’s all my axe’s work!" After more than ten years of guerrilla warfare, Grom had to learn the common language of humans, and then he seemed to have learned what it meant to be cool.

Mograine pointed at the group of demon guards around Azgalor, each of which was about five meters tall, and said, "If you can rush to that fat guy and kill him under the protection of so many demon guards, then I will respect you."

Grom’s face flushed.

Thrall grabbed Grom and said in orcish: "Without Duke saving you, you would have died. For Duke’s sake, don’t argue with his men. Be a man and fight on the battlefield!"

"Hmph!" Grom snorted heavily.

Turalyon coughed and continued, "According to intelligence, those are elite demon guards. Unless you are a strong person who has entered the heroic realm, or a mysterious person of the Archmage level or above, you cannot effectively kill them."

Thrall asked, "Your cannons don’t work either?"

Suddenly, a rude and loud voice popped out from beside Thrall’s legs: "If it were possible, your shorty wouldn’t be here!"

Thrall was startled and only then noticed that there was a dwarf not far away.

This was not Thrall’s fault. The Lordaeron region where he grew up had never been a dwarf territory. Even for him, it was only after he came to Mount Hyjal that he officially saw a large number of dwarves. He was not used to it yet.

Facing the giant of the Horde looking down at him, Bran Bronzebeard became even more unhappy: "What are you looking at? If you look again, I will shoot you!"

All the giants in the Horde said in unison: "Humph!"

Turalyon rubbed his brows and thought to himself: My reputation is still not high enough to control these warriors!

He could only smooth things over and pretend not to see their conflict: "Then the cover-up work will be handed over to His Majesty Proudmoore and the other five."

Jaina, Rhonin, Kael’thas, and his two followers all bowed slightly.

As time passed, Azgallo and his men finally crossed the first wall. Standing on the first wall, Azgallo casually raised his heavy sword and slashed at a bastion beside him.

The heavy sword is not very sharp, but the combination of its weight and strength creates a terrifying destructive force that is unimaginable for mortals.

The huge double-headed heavy sword was like chopping an oversized piece of tofu, easily chopping off an entire bastion built of reinforced concrete.

The sound of steel bars breaking and cement popping could be clearly heard even on the second city wall two hundred meters away.

Every coalition soldier held his breath.