Azeroth Trail of Light

"The third line of defense was attacked fiercely! Support is requested! We suffered heavy casualties!"

"The fifth line of defense is completely lost. This is the fifth line of defense commanding Major Kent. I will stick to the line of defense and fight to the last person!"

"Ahem... the plague... the **** undead used the plague, we... we can't retreat, the engineering bomb has been activated! For Lordaeron! For Queen Kalia!"

"boom"

A loud noise came out of the sound transmission stone in Dalyan's hand. Then, the stone became gray and white. The next moment, the stone turned into powder and suddenly fell from the soldier's fingers.

Dalyan's eyes were red, and 20 minutes ago, after returning from the Shadow Dome to the front line of Angassa and taking over the command of the battlefield from the high-level combat power that broke into the Icecrown Citadel in the third stage, his emotions did not ease.

He is a veteran. Starting from the Eastern Plaguelands, he has lived on the battlefield for nearly 5 years. In these 5 years, he has traveled from Mount Hyjal to Northern Xinjiang, from Northern Xinjiang to Xili. Seuss finally came to Northrend. He shed more blood than other people of his age and suffered more serious injuries than them. But even in Northrend’s Borean Tundra and New Hearthglen, he became a general. When leading an army to move under the eyes of the undead, he had never withstood such a huge pressure.

That is not a few hundred people, not a few thousand people, the command of the entire human coalition has been handed over to him, that is tens of thousands!

From the sound transmission stone, almost every minute there will be news that a defense line is on the verge of collapse. In fact, Dalyan hardly needs to listen to the bad news. He does not need to listen. He just stands up and walks to the temporary headquarters. If you look outside the window, you will feel dizzy.

It’s not that Dalyan has never seen the Sea of ​​Undead attack. In fact, he personally participated in the first battle of Angatha Battlefield, but at that time, he was an intermediate commander and brought his brother to fight. On the front line of the battlefield, and now, as a commander, he desperately wants to pick up the long sword and rush into the battlefield to fight the **** undead to death and death, but he can't, there is no way to leave people here.

Every minute and every second, there are news from all parts of the battlefield, summarized to the headquarters, 130 staff are responsible for sorting out this information, and sending the most urgent ones to Li'an. It only takes 20 minutes. They made 17 retreat orders, made 25 support orders, and received more than 30 final reports. After that, all the communications of these 30 teams disappeared.

That is nearly 500 lives!

It's just gone... the life of a small village is just gone.

"Commander! The first line of defense is hit by the abomination legion! General Taelan asks for fire support!"

"Taelan!"

This name awakened Dalyan in an instant. He took the sound transmission stone in the hands of the combat staff and yelled after activation, "Taelan, how are you?"

"This is Tyran Fording, asking for firepower! Or something like magic, what is there to throw! Those **** guys are about to... wait... Dalyan, how could it be you? Mogg Where is Lenny Grand Knight?"

"Father, they rushed into the Icecrown Citadel to end Alsace's scum! Hold on, Taelan, I will immediately mobilize the artillery position!"

After speaking, Dalyan turned to look at the combat staff, like an angry bull.

"Have you heard? Let the gnomes project firepower to the first line of defense! My brother needs it!"

The combat staff officer was also a veteran who had followed Dalyan in the battle of Mount Hyjal, but at this moment, his expression was sad, "The dwarf artillery position...there is no more."

"What? How come!"

Dalyan's face turned pale at this moment, and then he heard the combat staff replied in a low and rapid voice, "Five minutes ago, a Nerubian raided the ammunition depot in the artillery position. They lit there, and now the whole position All..."

"Asshole! Asshole!"

Dalyan clenched his fist, cursed frantically, and then grabbed the staff's shoulder, "Then let the mages! Let Dalaran shoot towards the first line of defense, aren't they here to support us? Let them shoot! "

"The wizards are fully supporting the black front line above Angatha. They are attacked by the most elite Vrykul necromancers. The battle damage ratio has been as high as 65%. They need more support than the first line of defense! The wizards will not Accepted this order."

"Then you mean, let me give up my brother?"

Dalyan drew out the blade of anger with a scream, and put it on the neck of the combat staff with crimson eyes. "Listen, I don't care about the black front. I now order you and give orders to the wizards. I need their assistance. One line of defense!"

The combat staff also raised his head. The veteran's eyes were also red. He clenched his fist, revealing the palm of his left hand with only three fingers, and looked at Dalyan steadfastly, "No! I won't do this, Hei Feng The knights are standing in front of the entire Angasa. They are blocking the most terrifying legion. You are disrupting the entire front. This is a mess! I will not obey!"

"You don't listen to me! Damn, I'm a temporary commander! Go, give orders!"

Dalyan’s arms began to tremble. As an elite fighter, he even feels that he is out of control now. But from Taelan, his brother’s life is in his hands. He can’t just give up on him, but When the conflict was about to intensify, the sound transmission stone in his hand suddenly sounded Taelan's voice.

"Enough, Dalyan! Don't embarrass Old Hawke. Old Hawke's son is by my side now. He is my adjutant... He is more uncomfortable than you, so be it..."

In the next moment, Taelan's voice became firm again, "Commander, this is the headquarters of the first line of defense, we will stick to the last moment, for Lordaeron! For Queen Kalia!"

Two seconds later, Taelan’s last voice came, mixed with the soldiers’ charge and hateful laughter.

"Dalyan... tell White for me that I have no chance to go to the monastery with her again... tell her that I love her."

"Om"

The sound transmission stone was completely closed, and Dalyan fell into a chair in despair. Old Hawke, the combat staff also gritted his teeth and turned his head. An atmosphere of sadness and despair spread across the headquarters. He was about to lose his brother. Another soldier is about to lose his son, but they can only stay here, helpless.

"Huh"

The light of the portal lit up at this moment, and a firm voice also sounded at this moment.

"Why is our commander so weak! Are you scared by the battlefield?"

With a sound of armor, fully armed Varian walked out of the portal, and Marshal Windsor of Stormwind. The old marshal was seriously injured in the first battle of Angatha. At this time, his face was pale and his arms were still With heavy bandages on the other side, His Majesty Magni, His Majesty Dai Lin, and even the Moon Sacrifice Tyrande who first appeared after the war began, the leaders of these civilized worlds arrived at the headquarters almost at the same time.

Dalyan was agitated. He quickly grabbed the commander's seal from the table and handed it to King Varian. He wiped the tears from his eyes and shouted,

"Your Majesty, I am a soldier, and I can also be a soldier! Please take over the command and let me go to the battlefield! I am going to save my brother!"

Varian looked at Dalyan playfully, shook his head in his expectant gaze, and sighed.

"No, boy, I'm also a fighter... So, Windsor! My marshal, I now order you to take over the command and command the entire human coalition defense line... everyone, do you have any objections?"

Magni waved the two warhammers in his hand, "As everyone knows, I am also a veteran, so I have no objection."

Dai Lin’s gaze fell on Dalyan, and he said solemnly, “Children, there is no reserve team on this front. You can’t rush out like this, but we brought new troops, and I heard that you just finished. A deadly attack on Arthas, so I am looking forward to fighting with a good guy like you. The soldiers of Kul Tiras are bleeding on the front lines. Of course I have no objection."

"The Moon God will shelter the brave."

Tyrande turned to look at the distant battlefield. She lowered her head and recited a mantra praising Elune, the moon god, and raised her hand. The next moment, a quiet moonlight fell from the sky. Then, a small half of the sky turned into a starry sky. A meteorite with a long tail flame fell from the sky, and then Dalyan heard the scream from the reactivated sound transmission stone.

"Oh, damn! Dalyan, you got a helper? You're such a talent! I almost thought I was going to die... Those sissy elves, right? Thanks to their luna!"

Dalyan looked awkwardly at Tyrande. The latter's manners were very good. She didn't care about the madness of the rude general, but took off her waist and handed it to Dalyan with the horn made of the World Tree. ,

"General of mankind, Barnes will fight alongside you, and the Moon God shelters the brave! Go ahead and block those twisted dead spirits."

King Varian buckled the last buckle of the armor, and he strode out of the headquarters, where a large portal was shining in a clearing full of gunpowder and flesh, and Stormwind was stationed at Morgan in the Burning Plains. The legion is striding out, along with the Sentinel Corps in Feralas, the Mountain Rangers Corps in Dun Morogh, and the Royal Army on the main island of Kul Tiras.

This was the last support army, and now it seems that it was the last straw that overwhelmed Alsace.

Behind Varian, Anduin, who was also wearing strong armor and holding a sword and shield, was a little nervous. This was the first time he went on the battlefield with his father, and it was such a big scene, which made the little prince feel a little overwhelmed. Angry, but Dalyan rubbed his head vigorously, grinned at him, and the tension suddenly disappeared.

Anduin took a deep breath and said silently in his heart, "Look, I'm walking with the heroes, I walk among them, and I will be one of them!"

On the other side of the battlefield, the Nerub from Azjol Nerub, under Alsace’s last command, almost crazily pouring out, every minute and every second, you can see it turning from the ground. The spider warrior who came out, and the spider magician who cast spells in the distance.

Delanos Saurfang took the only elite soldiers left by his side to charge on the front line of the battlefield, but his unparalleled bravery could not save the entire front from retreat. Although they are here, It is not a frontal battlefield, but the same situation is anxious, and it is not even better than the human defense.

"Yolin...you TM hold on to Lao Tzu!"

The brave warrior Garrosh held his brother Yorin Deadeye who was attacked by three high-ranking arachnid warriors at the same time. This powerful orc warlock was almost unable to make effective resistance because of the exhaustion of his magic power. The abdomen was completely pierced, struggling to speak, but the only remaining eyes were full of nostalgia for life and regret for friendship.

"Hold on! You didn't die in the hands of those great undead, how could you die in the hands of these **** bastards? Mother Goya is still waiting for us to bring glory to her, hell, I can't just take you back like this Seeing her, my grandmother will go crazy! Come alive, my brother, hold on!! Delanos, hell, come back soon, look at Yorin, he is dying, our brother is dying! Hell, I want to Kill them! I will kill them all! Damn it!"

Garrosh, the real tough guy, looked at his dying brother at this moment, wailing in a bewildered way. He didn't even notice the changes in the whole battle line, he didn't notice the new force joining the battlefield from the back of the orc front, a blue one. Thunder rushed out from behind him, and burned more than a dozen spider monsters into coke at the same time. The next moment, the warchief Thrall, riding on the snowsong of the wolf, held the hammer of destruction and charged with the last of Kor'kron's guards. Arriving at Garrosh's side, behind him, reinforcements of orcs, tauren, trolls, and goblins are quickly catching up, and this precarious front is once again stabilized.

"Enough! Garrosh, quickly send Jorin back to the rear, where Mr. Drektal is there to treat the wounded!"

Thrall’s blue eyes have never been so trustworthy as at this moment. Garrosh hurriedly picked up Yorin and rushed back, Thrall’s voice sounded behind him.

"Settle your brother back to me, Garrosh, you need you on the battlefield!"

"Regal, take the shaman and the warlock to support Kane, they are almost unable to withstand it! Garowitz, let your artillery force move, and Lockhan, take the headhunters to support the front line Scouts, they are blocking the **** crypt! Other people, come with me, and crush these bastards! Let them see the tribe's blade and courage!

"For the tribe!"