In the bleak moonlight, an army was marching along the forest path of the Tirisfal glades.
This army of the living dead is the one that the Dark Lady has put together improvisely.
They walked through the woods in tattered armor and carrying rusty and varied weapons.
Because the road leading from Undercity to Soridan's farm had to make a big bend to the north, past the small town of Brill, and then turn northwest, which was a waste of time.
In order to save time, the Legion chose to cut corners.
Strictly speaking, this road is not really a road, it is a path that was carved out of the woods after the natural disaster war.
The Forsaken's level of construction is clearly not comparable to that of the living, and the road is potholed and rugged, and in some sections even a wider carriage cannot pass.
The road is lined with tall larches on both sides, and some particularly tall old pine trees have been cut down to widen the road.
Most of these pine trees have decayed due to the plague of natural disasters, but the dry trunks are still straight, like spears piercing the sky.
Unlike the orc army, which always marches with loud war songs and drums, and unlike the disciplined and orderly appearance of the human army, this army of the Forsaken does not line up in a long serpentine marching army, but is chaotic, densely packed into small groups, like a flock of noisy sparrows.
Their infantry and cavalry were mixed in a haphazard manner, and in order to keep up with the speed of the cavalry, the infantry grabbed the bridles, ribs, saddles, or whatever else they could do to get started, and stumbled and dragged each other forward.
The Forsaken marched at night without the light of torches or lanterns, and in the dim darkness of the night, the eyes of the living dead shimmered in blood red or yellow, swaying in the dark jungle, and looking ahead, especially from the faint mist, they were like a nightmare coming out of the depths of the forest, driven by the desire to drink blood or hunger, searching for prey.
In a glade beside a stretch of road, Sylvanas watched his legion pass in front of him.
Old Norman and a number of other officers surrounded her, most of whom had been improvised and inexperienced, but even the laymen saw the vulnerability of the new legion.
"Time is running out, Your Majesty, they don't even have any training," said Old Norman worriedly, "and we can't just send them to battle. ” "We lacked adequate weapons and equipment, and many of us had only a pitchfork, a shovel, or simply a scythe.
What's more, we don't have a meat grinder, not a single one.
Said an officer in a robe with a staff in his hand, who was the apothecary Faraniel, one of the few pharmacists who had not been involved in the rebellion.
In recognition of this loyalty, he was appointed by the Queen as the new Grand Apothecary.
The other officers apparently agreed with the two of them, echoing in a low voice that sounded like a swarm of flies.
The queen turned abruptly and looked down at her subjects, and the officers found themselves flinching, and in fear of the queen's majesty, they bowed their heads, and no one dared to speak again.
"We have to do it!"
"If we don't," she said, "once the rebels have eliminated the banshees, we'll be free to deal with us, and we'll be alone against their army, and the situation will be worse than it is now." ” The queen paused, and suppressed the anger in her heart, for she had never explained her reasons for her actions to her subordinates before, and that she had always given orders, and the officers had to carry them out.
It was clear that the rebellion had taken a toll on her prestige – even the newly appointed officers dared to doubt her decision.
"If we join now, we will share the pressure of the banshees and put the rebels in a two-front battle," the queen patiently explained, waving her arms vigorously and squeezing them in the middle, "We will flank them from both sides and destroy them in one fell swoop!"
” Her blood-red eyes swept over the officers' faces.
Her eyes were full of power, and her wide, blood-colored pupils contained anger in the depths, ready to explode.
At that moment, no one dared to look directly at Sylvanas?
Windranger's eyes.
Immersed in shock and fear, they heard her say, "In addition to the new legions, we have a force that the enemy has not expected. ” Except for old Norman, the officers were surprised, but no one dared to ask, this must be the queen's hole card, maybe it is not yet time to open it.
At this moment, there was a commotion at the front of the marching procession.
"Somebody's coming this way, about to make contact with the striker."
"Prepare for battle!"
Some novice sergeants were nervously commanding, and the soldiers were also panicking and preparing for battle.
But then, things changed.
"It's the minotaurs, and the orcs, they're riding huge beasts, and they're slowing down, they're stopping."
"Oh my God, I've seen humans and Night Elves, it's a rarity!"
“……” The soldiers shouted in a mess, but they did not attack without the Queen's orders.
"Pass the order, let the soldiers not panic, that's an ally!"
The queen quickly realized who those people were, and hurriedly ordered loudly.
If you accidentally misfire and get into a fight, it will really make a big joke.
She glanced at Old Norman and nodded, "Please come over, I need to know the latest news about the battlefield." ” The latter saluted silently and left, and after more than ten minutes, he returned again, followed by the adventurers.
"Salute to you, Your Majesty, to your courage!"
Diego, who was at the front, saluted the Queen.
"Well, don't worry about the red tape," replied the queen impatiently, beckoning to the hunter to come closer, "what's going on, are the banshees alright?"
” The officers were a little surprised by the Queen's familiarity with them, many of them were seeing these adventurers for the first time, but they were all amused, and they didn't say anything.
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"The banshees are doing well, the rebels haven't broken through their mountain pass defenses yet, and it looks like they'll be able to hold out for a while."
Diego drew a rough map of the battlefield on the ground, explaining to the queen the deployment and situation of the two sides.
"In this way, the banshees are completely at a disadvantage, and the reason why they can resist the attack of the rebels is purely due to the terrain advantage."
After listening to his explanation, the queen muttered.
"Yes, if they come out of the valley where Deathknell is located, I can guarantee that they will be routed in less than half an hour."
"The terrain advantage of this mountain pass is actually equal for both sides, and it is not easy to attack, but at the same time, it is not easy to break out.
If a new legion were to join the battlefield, the rebels would have been able to hold the pass with a small number of troops and then eat us with a large force.
Sylvanas analyzed, her face even heavier, once the battle began, the new legion was completely unable to stand up to the onslaught of the rebels on its own.
The crowd fell silent, the atmosphere was solemn and terrifying, and everyone present knew that they were in a difficult situation, and the road ahead was bleak.
"Perhaps we can retreat to the Undercity and use the fortifications to resist the rebels."
An undead officer with a half-rotten face suggested.
"Are we watching the banshees perish?"
The newly appointed Grand Apothecary Faranir said angrily, looking at the officer mockingly, "Fortifications, why don't I remember what is in the Undercity?"
” "We can start building now, we still have time, and the rebels won't be heading south to the Undercity until the banshees are destroyed."
The rotten officer retorted.
He looked at the others around him, trying to ask for their support, some with their heads down in silence, some even turning their heads away from his gaze, but others nodding frequently, thinking that what he said made sense.
"But it is also possible that, as the queen said, the rebels sent a small number of troops to besiege the valley, and the large army went south to seek a decisive battle!"
Old Norman spoke.
Sylvanas remained silent, staring at the improvised map on the ground, as if to discern the flowers.
At this time, more people spoke, and they all wanted to express their opinions, arguing and trying to influence the queen's decision-making.
"Your Majesty, I have a way to defeat Varimas."
In the midst of all the opinions, a calm voice suddenly said.
Almost instantly, all eyes were on the owner of the voice, for almost all of them were arguing about whether to advance or retreat, and he was the first to propose a way to defeat the rebels.
In front of everyone's eyes, Diego smiled a little embarrassedly, he was really a little unaccustomed to being stared at like this, but he still stubbornly said: "Maybe we can use the decapitation tactic!"
” To be honest, Diego didn't know any strategy and tactics, nor did he know how to arrange troops, and the only thing he could help the Forsaken was his own force, which was something he had been thinking about on the way back from the sentry.
Since the Forsaken can't come up with a better idea, why not try his solution?
"How to decapitate?"
Sylvanas asked eagerly.
In fact, she has no other way out, and any possible solution will be firmly grasped by her as a lifesaver.
"Sniper."
Diego said in a deep voice, he glanced around, the decisive battle was tonight, and he was not afraid that any of these people would leak secrets, and it would be too late in time.
The Banshee King nodded, motioning for him to continue.
"My musket can range up to ......," Diego said in his mind, "......
About a thousand steps, and at this distance, I can make a precise hit. ” There was a burst of admiration from the crowd, and almost everyone was stunned by the figure.
People looked at him and his musket with suspicion, but no one questioned his words, for no one believed that he would brag about such a big thing, nor did he think that bragging would do him any good.
Sylvanas was already beginning to think that his plan might be a real possibility.
She knew the power of the musket well, for she had seen it when she was in the throne hall.
"The difficulty now is that the Dreadlord is suspicious by nature and rarely puts himself in danger, and I need you to bring him into my range."
"That's fine!"
The queen pondered in her mind for a moment and said, "We can set the battlefield near your ambush point. ” "There is another problem, even if he is shot, it may not be fatal with one hit, after all, the size of the Dreadlord is too big, and an attack that is fatal enough for ordinary people may not be serious for them, if so, he will definitely cast a teleportation spell to leave the battlefield, and we must prevent him from teleporting away."
It's a real problem, and even the queen is at a loss.
Most of the mages in the Undercity who are proficient in teleportation spells are in the rebels of Varymasas, and most of the mages of the new legion are apprentices who don't have any ideas.
"Maybe I can fix it."
The most inconspicuous of the officers said timidly, and he pulled out a bunch of strange tools, parts, and devices from the backpack behind his back, the most conspicuous of which was a light blue oval metal egg, the size of a coconut, with a peculiar pattern on the surface of the egg and a few buttons, which looked very exquisite.
He carefully took the egg in his hand and handed it to Diego, "Perhaps, we can try this." ” "Franklin?
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Lloyd, our engineering technician, is responsible for the maintenance of almost all of the Undercity's engineering installations, and he is now responsible for the maintenance of the Legion's equipment.
Old Norman said.
But his introduction was clearly in vain, because Diego's eyes could not hold anyone at all, and they were all occupied by the metal egg.
"Space Ripper!"
Diego muttered incredulously, carefully taking the egg and looking at it over and over in his hand, "It's a good thing, exactly what we need right now!"
” This device is the famous goblin engineer Zap?
Invented by Faflin, it can unleash arcane energy to tear through space, teleporting the user to a place where a space marker has been recorded, making it an excellent escape weapon.
However, most of the space rippers on the market are Zap?
Faflin usually places the positioning of the product outside his store in Yongwang Town, Winter Spring Valley.
It is worth mentioning that, due to the consistently unreliable style of goblin engineering products, this device is often ineffective, and if it is not in a desperate situation, few people will use it.
But for Diego, what he needs is his ability to tear through space, and whether it's stable or not is not so important.
"This little thing can stop Varimathas from teleporting away?"
The queen said disbelievingly.
"Yes, yes," Diego said without raising his head, he pressed around the egg like a mad scientist, and from time to time he also buckled a certain shell to check its interior, "This space ripper should not have been used yet, the heart of flame used as an energy source in it does not have any consumption, we only need to reverse the ports on both sides of the real silver transformer, and then adjust the strength of the jet through the ruby, which can play a role in interfering with the stability of the entire battlefield space."
No one can successfully teleport in this situation. ” Everyone around was confused, but they all felt so powerful.
Only Franklin snorted: "Can you still do this?"
” No one knew if he could do that, except for Diego, who looked at it for granted, and the adventurers who trusted him to the point of blindness.
The queen is also helpless, since you say okay, then do it.
With no other choice, she began to give orders to the officers and prepare for war.
From time to time, officers who received military orders left and returned to their own troops, although the military affairs were complicated and complicated, but the queen was not flustered, and the people were sent in an orderly and orderly manner.
"Mahim, you have been dismissed," said the queen at last, pointing to the grim-faced officer who had first proposed to retreat, and said with a blank expression, "you are now an ordinary soldier, report to Jeremia's forward team." ” The adventurers looked at Sylvanas in surprise with a look of incredulity, but the Forsaken officers around them looked as usual, and it was clear that they were used to it.
Well, our queen is just so headstrong.