Tyran led the cavalry in pursuit all the way to the east gate of the Demon Fortress, where he slashed the last Doomsday guard to death before turning around triumphantly and returning.
On the walls of the fortress, hundreds of demons were stunned and didn't even come out to respond, and they didn't even dare to make any sound.
At this time, the main force of the silver cavalry had already driven a large group of retreating demons to rush into the middle line of the battlefield.
In order to stop the advance of these new forces, the demons did not make any efforts, and a fighting demon army was drawn out and hastily organized a weak and weak defense line.
But before the silver cavalry could attack, the line was crushed by their own rout.
The frightened routs fled desperately, collided with the intercepting troops, and immediately became a mess.
The fleeing demon cried out in horror, "Get out of the way, get out of the way, let's go!"
And the intercepting team was shouting "Rush up, rush up, hack them to death!"
” The chaos is like the ripples of a pebble thrown into the water, expanding round and round.
The two crowds were like ant nests that had been lifted open and covered with soil, densely packed together.
Taking advantage of the chaos, the galloping silver cavalry bypassed the chaotic crowd, drew a large arc from the right flank of the battle line, and then slammed into the demons' ribs like sharp blades.
The exhausted demon who had already been beaten by the alliance was almost powerless to fight back under this sudden blow!
The swift silver cavalry soared all the way, swooping into the depths, and everywhere they passed, the demons were kicked to the ground in rows and rows, as if they were crushed and papier-mâché!
In almost a moment, the demons' defenses were completely chiseled through!
Seeing that the reinforcements were so unstoppable and invincible, the morale-boosting coalition army mustered up the courage and launched another attack.
They were amazed to find that the demons who had just been on par with them were now so fragile that they were almost invincible at the touch of a button.
The Coalition soldiers chanted their battle songs and marched forward, defeating the demons one after another.
But these Alliance soldiers were too tired, and nearly a day of fierce fighting had drained all their physical strength, and this attack was like the end of a crossbow, although it could repel the demons, but it could not give them a fatal blow.
But just then, the army of the Forsaken finally arrived in time.
The first to attack were dozens of meat grinders, hundreds of shattered demon corpses streaked across the sky and rained down into the demonic array.
While these unique shells made of flesh and blood were much softer than dwarven cannons and human ballistas, they were still enough to break a man's tendons and bones when dropped from tens of yards in the air.
What's even more deadly is that mixed with this rain of flesh and blood from the sky is the special poisonous fog bombs made by the Forsaken Apothecaries, although it is not a contagious undead plague, but these bursting poisonous fog is more than equal in terms of speed and coverage, with bursts of violent coughing, hundreds of demons slowly fell to the ground with their throats in their throats, foaming at the mouth, suffocating to death.
Seeing this terrifying scene, the charging Alliance soldiers circled in horror and carefully spared the green mist.
But to the Forsaken, the poisonous fog is as harmless as the morning haze.
With the sound of a shrill bone flute, the entire army of the undead attacked!
With no organization, no formation, and no reserves left, thousands of the living dead, wielding rusty weapons of all colors, launched a final charge towards the demons!
It was as if the waters of the entire Endless Sea had washed up onto the land, and the surging tide of the undead rushed forward, turning the earth gray and black everywhere it passed.
This group of living dead who had died once were not afraid of death at all, and sometimes even seemed to be deliberately seeking the peace of death, they never dodged, they rushed straight up against the enemy's weapon, clumsily chopping with the inferior weapon, and when the weapon broke, they bit with their teeth, scratched with their claws, and hit their heads with their heads, and there were so many of these Forsaken, that sometimes, as soon as the demons cut down one, three or four Forsaken swooped down and wrapped him like a sugar cube stained with ants, Sometimes these ants even include the one he has just cut down - even if they are cut off and half pulled, the forsaken don't necessarily die immediately, and if they get enough demon flesh, they can often be saved!
So the entire battlefield was full of creaking sounds, this creepy gnawing sound was endless, and some demons were even directly bitten to death!
Under this nightmare-like terrorist attack, the demons finally couldn't hold on, and they began to slowly retreat, but in this kind of large-scale battle, not all legions' actions can be controlled so freely, like an arm's finger, when in some areas, some demon companies began to stride "strategic turn", the battle situation was out of control.
Like a chain reaction, more and more demons began to join the ranks of this shameful one.
Gradually, the retreat turned into a rout, the rout turned into an escape, and eventually, when all the demons began to turn around and run towards the Demon Fortress, and even further away the Dark Gate, an escape race began!
On top of the dwarven bunker on the Eastern Front, Diego sat on a stone wall, pipe in hand, looking out over the battlefield from afar.
When he saw this scene finally appear, he knew that the overall situation had been decided, and the demons would no longer be able to make much of a storm!
"It's spectacular!"
Behind him, Christopher?
Farrar looked at the army of the alliance chasing demons all over the mountains, and said with envy.
"What?
Want to be part of the hunt too?
Diego turned around and quipped.
"It's the highest honor, isn't it?"
Farrar asked rhetorically.
"No, the battle that belongs to us is over, and we have achieved the credit we deserve!"
Diego shook his head, "Look behind you!"
” Farrar turned around, and he immediately understood what Diego meant.
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On this roof platform, sat all the survivors of the Eastern Front, all of them covered in bruises, their armor shattered, tired and crumbling, and some of them were just dozing against the stone wall.
Looking at them, Farrar suddenly realized that they had done enough and should not have to endure any more senseless sacrifices.
At that moment, a knight galloped from the direction of the battlefield to the bottom of the bunker, holding a Stormwind Royal Insignia in his hand.
"Count Asnar, Your Highness Brass Whisker, King Varian asks you to arrive at Violet Castle in Laran tonight, where an important meeting will be held!"