Chapter 512

On the battlefield of angassa, cruel battles spread all over the gray snow like a sea of red blood.

Looking down from the sky, the dark tide is pounding Agatha's defense line wave by wave, which used to be a semi arc defense line, but now it has been torn to pieces. The home court of the United forces is like a dying beast, and it can only struggle to drive away those insects with its last strength, But it fell on the ground of the body has actually lost the last counterattack, in those scruples can not reach the place, can only let those insects furiously tearing belong to the life of flesh and blood.

The icy cold wind constantly hit the ground. The soldiers in the front of the defense line almost waved their weapons in a numb attitude. Killing is also a boring thing, especially in the face of those bastards who have already died... It makes killing meaningless.

Killing and being killed in this snowy field has become a sign of cold color that will never fade. The battle has been going on for three hours. Less than one-third of the coalition's total army of 11w8000 people are now left. The adventurers who spontaneously came from all over the world to participate in the "holy war" are almost 100% killed, and wave after wave of troops are sent to the battlefield, Then it's like ink dripping into the sea, no more sound.

A total of 7 million people have been buried in this place thousands of miles away from home, but there is still no sign of the end of the war.

The Allied forces have not failed, but now they are only holding on with their last strength. Fortunately, the cowards had already died in the first charge, so the people left behind are soldiers who are really favored by courage. Their minds are like steel, but even if the real steel is thrown into such a cruel battlefield, it will melt into dross in an instant.

In fact, if it had not been for the special nature of the war, the coalition would have collapsed long after suffering such a terrible war loss ratio. From the beginning of this war, all the people who stepped on the battlefield knew that... It would not surrender, it would not fail, retreat would mean death, collapse would mean disaster, this is the confrontation between life and death, either take everything victoriously, or lose everything in failure, there will never be a third way to go.

Natural disasters don't accept compromise. Compromise means death. The first lesson of this battlefield church for recruits is to either chop the corpses on the opposite side or become one of them.

Hold your sword, wave it with all your courage, and expect to survive to the end.

Luck is useless in such a battlefield. Everywhere the dead go, they are desolate.

"Hold on, my brother!"

Tyran half knelt on the ground, his armor had become ragged, and the blood stains on his face had dried up. His helmet had been thrown there for a long time. He was holding a heavy axe snatched from the death knight he had cut down. His original sword had been broken long ago, and he didn't even know how many weapons he had changed.

The general, who was still struggling to stick to the front of the direction, put his last bottle of holy water into his adjutant's hand. The young man had just been hit by a hateful head in the front, his abdomen was cut open, and his sternum was almost smashed. At this time, he was leaning against the low wall which had become a wasteland. His mouth was twitching and blood was gushing from it, Instead of receiving the holy water from Taran, he held his arm,

"Cough... Kill me... Kill me... I don't want to be a monster, kill me... Give me a decent face!"

"No, my brother, hold on, we're going to win!"

Teran grabbed the adjutant's hand and yelled, "don't sleep, asshole! Wake up and we're going to win! "

There was a hard smile on the young adjutant's face,

"I know... But, but I may... May not see..."

The hand in Teran's hand lost its power at this moment, and the young general's expression solidified on his face

He lost another brother, this damned... This should go to hell

"Taran! Behind

Dalian's roar wakes the general up. He turns around and cuts off the arms of the death knight who is trying to sneak attack. Teran turns to look around. There are less than 200 paladins who are still fighting with him. A sense of sadness rises to his heart, but then comes deep anger.

"Ah!! Ah!! Go to hell! Go to hell

Tailan holds the bloody battle axe in both hands. One by one, he cuts the body of the death knight in front of him and cuts it into five sections. Then he rushes to the hopping ghouls around him. He waves the axe and roars with a voice that no one can understand. He cuts down the dead bastards one by one and fights tirelessly.

Until a few minutes later, all the undead, all the undead on the battlefield of angassa, no matter they just stepped out of the gate of angassa, or the ghoul who had entered the final headquarters of the coalition, all the undead, from the noblest Lich to the lowest level of the walking corpse, at the moment when the string in their mind broke, at the moment when the immortal will was completely silent, All the spirits of the dead looked in the direction of Icecrown fortress, and then roared.

It's like a storm of sound sweeping across the battlefield, like a bell that represents a certain meaning ringing at this moment, like a certain hope

"Poof"

Dalian is struggling to defend against the attack of the four death knights. But just as the last Rune sword is about to fall on his neck, the owner of the sword suddenly stops his attack, gives up the victory that may be easily won, and turns to the direction behind him. It's not only him. Dalian is sober from the initial shock. He looks back, The fighting of the whole battlefield stopped at this moment. The undead, the ferocious and silent undead who seemed never to be defeated, stopped the wave of death for the first time.

It's like a walking clock stops at this moment.

The attack of the dead has stopped... Why?

This problem rushed to Dalian's mind at this moment and blocked his brain, which was extremely tired. Not only he, but also the surviving soldiers, the whole battlefield were confused at this moment. Why?

All of a sudden, an idea rushed into Dalian's mind. It was like a flash of lightning splitting the fog. It was like a grand bell ringing, which awakened the sleeping people and made him fully understand the significance of the current situation.

"Arthas is dead... He is dead!"

Dalian said to himself. At the next moment, endless joy poured up from the bottom of his heart. He chopped down the death knight on the ground with one sword, and then raised his arms to shout,

"Arthas is dead! We... Won! We won

Tyran heard the sound, he was also a soul stirring. He watched like a madman, dragging a long sword into the stagnant group of the dead, cutting and laughing Dalian, and saw the knights who were laughing like Dalian. There were blood and fatigue on their faces, but at this time, it was like the soul returned to their bodies, It's like resurrection.

"We won?"

Taran shakes his head. He looks at his hands, which are covered with blood and wounds. Then he hears cheers from other parts of the battlefield. It's like a prairie fire, bursting out from a spark, and then quickly sweeping the whole earth. Everyone is crazy!

The most calm paladins are just like the most insane savages. They grab something from the ground and smash it towards those who will not fight any more. The mages also abandon their calmness and elegance. They embrace the rude soldiers and cheer for the arrival of the difficult victory. In the far distance, the most anxious place of the war, King Varian wiped the blood on his face and looked back at his son. He was out of breath, but his performance on the battlefield for the first time surprised the king.

With a smile, Varian put his bloody hand on Anduin's shoulder, raised his other hand and pointed to the dark sky which was slowly opening in the distance. It was the ice cap glacier of eternal night. Now it opened, and the golden halo with cold color was highlighted above the dark clouds. There was the way to the sky of waragal fortress that Dick had borrowed, It's like a sword across the sky.

It's like a real signal to the warriors who are still fighting, victory is coming!

"Son, look! We won

King Varian raised his head with pride, just like a lion patrolling the battlefield. He raised salamani high in his hand, and the brilliant blue and red light was like a rising flag. Behind him, the bloody alliance soldiers cheered in unison.

"Arthas is dead! We won

On the other side of the battlefield, Thrall held up his hammer of destruction, and the beating blue lightning kept flying on the hammer. Behind him, galush, delanos and other tribal soldiers cheered in unison. Opposite them, the originally fierce spider demon was like a frightened mouse, running away quickly and panicking.

They're still dominant in numbers, they're still strong, but the victory is far away.

Tyran was bathed in the joy of this sudden victory, but he couldn't laugh. His heart was empty. He saw his adjutant, the brave man who died a few minutes before the victory. He didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Staggering forward a few steps, Teran kneels in front of the young man's cold body. He holds the palm of his hand, which has lost its life and temperature. He lowers his head as if in prayer.

"We won... Hawk, we... Won."

Warm tears fell from the corner of tyran's eyes and soon filled his face. He didn't know why he was crying, but it didn't matter. He was not the only one crying in the whole battlefield. In the prospect of victory, even crying had a different taste.

Maybe it's the joy, maybe it's the sadness, maybe it's the feeling that there's no place to vent... In a word, they win, it's all over.

"Taran, my son!"

A mage with a bloodstained arm came to Taran and handed him a stone. The tired voice interrupted Taran's thoughts. It was his father, fording's voice.

"We have won... But now is not the time to celebrate. Organize the survivors to leave the battlefield and try their best to treat the seriously injured. Our war is over!"

"And the dead?"

"They will return to the icecap glacier under the will of the new Lich King... No, the commander of the night watchman Legion. Don't worry, my son, the history of the undead disaster has passed. All these are carried out under our witness. The war is over, and we will talk about the rest later... Anyway, enjoy the hard won victory."

Old Fordring's voice came to an end, and Teran's face was still puzzled until his brother Darion came up to him and asked in a low voice,

"You've been ordered to retreat, too?"

"Well... But I don't know what's going on?"

Taran pointed to the dead who had begun to walk towards the icecap glacier. They were as numb as the real dead. Even if they were knocked down by the fanatical soldiers, they would not fight back,

"Shouldn't we continue to attack and destroy them completely?"

Darian seemed to know more. He reached out and patted Teran on the shoulder,

"Well, my brother, look around. There are only a few people left. There are still millions, tens of millions of them... The upper class will consider these problems properly, but I'm curious... What's the matter with the night watchman army."

"All right, children!"

With the light of teleportation breaking, the commander-in-chief of the coalition who appeared next to the young commander, field marshal Windsor, interrupted Dalian and tyran's whispers. The old soldier had obviously experienced a fight just now, which can be seen from his bloody armor. He stretched out his hand and patted the two young men's necks, It's like the way veterans say hello.

Marshal Windsor's eyes swept over the two generals,

"Don't talk about these things that have nothing to do with victory. Enjoy victory. It must be a great battle that will go down in history. As soldiers, 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 Dalian and Teran understand his hint. As old Fordring said, it's not the time to discuss these things.

The battlefield is still noisy. The remaining soldiers are watching the dead who are fighting just now fall under their weapons, but they are moving towards the ice cap and glacier in a silent and stubborn way, just like a silent migration.

At this moment, history has turned a new page. From the beginning of 20 years at the gate of darkness to the end of 25 years at the gate of darkness, the history of natural disasters of the dead has completely ended in this great migration.

It's like at the end of many stories... History turns a new page.