Dawn of Lordaeron

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The tribe’s withdrawal horn forced the Alliance to evacuate this damn island immediately. Without the assistance of the tribe, the alliance that fought alone would only end in annihilation.

There was a major error in the intelligence of MI7. From the moment they entered the island, they stepped into the trap prepared by the devil for them.

Although they had tried their best to fight bravely, the number of enemies seemed endless, and when they advanced to the gate of the tomb of Sargeras, they couldn't move forward even one step anyway.

Demons swarmed out from the portal of the Tomb of Sargeras. The entire battlefield was full of fighting sounds. Tall demon guards were knocked down by the alliance’s artillery, arrows, and knives. There were also alliance soldiers who were hit by the flames of hellfire. Burned to ashes.

This place is like a slaughterhouse of life, it is completely a scene of hell.

The most desperate thing for the alliance's senior leaders was that, for some reason, the tribe that should have been advancing and retreating with them sounded the horn of retreat without warning.

This also means that they have lost the cover of the tribe, their flanks are completely exposed to the demon's offensive, and they do not have the advantage of the high ground occupied by the tribe, they will lose the air superiority in the open space in front of the tomb of Sargeras!

After the dark queen Sylvanas and her dark ranger evacuated, a large number of evil bats swooped down from the air, multiplying the pressure on the alliance.

"Varian!" The tall werewolf with silver mane and hair yelled towards Varian, "We can't fight anymore. Without the Horde, the Burning Legion can easily crush our front!"

Varian was also shocked by the tribe’s unannounced withdrawal. Hearing Greymane’s call, the Supreme King of the Alliance had just awakened from a dream. He gritted his teeth and made a decision, "Mekkatork! Call for air support, we have to Retreat!"

The mecha of the dwarf master craftsman Mekkatork automatically raised his right arm and smashed the demon on the right. He himself manipulated the paging system on the mecha, "Received, Your Majesty, now call for air support-young man We need reinforcements and do our best to seize air supremacy!"

After the Alliance airship received Mekkatork's message, the captain made all the guns in place immediately, and they wanted to open a gap in the sky covered by evil bats to gain a chance for the Alliance to evacuate!

The few minutes waiting for the airship to arrive were very long. Almost every second, Varian could hear the wailing of the Alliance soldiers being slaughtered by the demon blade.

The alliance's front line was constantly compressed, and finally, after this extremely long wait, the alliance airship finally broke through the encirclement of evil bats and opened a bloody path.

Seeing the demon army continuously coming out of the portal, Varian's face sank as water. He put Sarahman on his back and grabbed the rope ladder that the airship descended with one hand, "Let everyone on board!"

With the support of the gunboat, the encirclement of the evil bat was briefly torn a gap, the remaining troops of the alliance boarded the gunboat with difficulty, but when they thought they could withdraw from the encirclement of the devil, a rickety figure was in the devil army. Among them, he hooked his finger towards the sky.

With the beacon of the Tomb of Sargeras, the troops of the Burning Legion can drop onto Azeroth almost without pressure, and this time, it is something that the Alliance has never seen before, with a diameter of more than dozens. M's green meteor!

The shock wave provoked when the meteorite contacted the ground made the gunboat sway. Varian firmly grasped the rope ladder and stared at the terrifying sight in front of him until a big steel-covered hand protruded from the green smoke and grabbed the gunboat. Deck.

The wooden iron-clad deck was easily crushed by the brute force of the giant steel hellfire. Under the pull of the hellfire, no matter how the gunboat's propeller rotates, it cannot escape the hellfire's restraint.Hot search novel www.resooo.com

And the hellfire harder, the entire gunboat began to tilt, countless soldiers, artillery and equipment slipped from the deck, and fell to the ground at an altitude of several hundred meters, with almost no possibility of survival.

Mekkatork's mecha clamped tightly on the deck fence on the other side, and by the way also hooked a few lucky ones, saving them from slipping.

Greymane leaned on the side of the gunboat and stretched out his right hand towards Varian who was still on the rope ladder, "Varian, give me your hand!"

Varian heard Greymane’s call, but he knew that if the big guy was not removed, everyone on the gunboat would not be able to escape. If the gunboat crashed, the force would suffer a devastating blow.

The alliance cannot be ruined today!

This thought flashed through Varian's mind, and in a flash, he had decided.

Varian wiped his hand from his back and handed a letter poked in wax to Greymane, "Bring this... to my son."

Greymane caught the letter, however, Varian took advantage of this moment and jumped, pulled out Saramane again, and stabbed it at the head of Hellfire.

The heavily hit Hellfire lost control of the gunboat, and it staggered to the ground. Varian held the hilt of Saramine's sword tightly, but was also violently knocked out.

Taking advantage of this gap, the gunboat was finally able to escape, but Varian could no longer board the evacuated gunboat. Greymane hadn't even recovered from what had happened. He held Varian and handed it over. The letter to myself, the whole person stared at the shattered beach that gradually disappeared.

Varian, who had recovered from the impact, stood up, glaring at the rickety figure in the demon army before him. Although there were no Alliance soldiers behind him, the High King would never be afraid.

Varian resolutely divided Salamane into two, the Elf Twin Sword was held in his hands, and he walked alone, facing the hundreds of demon guards.

The rickety orc leaned on a cane, sneered and waved, and dozens of demon guards held spears around Varian.

A demon charged towards Varian, he staggered his attacks with Saramine, and learned the demon's life with a clean sword.

However, demons are not knights. They will not fight alone. No matter how strong Varian is, he will always be exhausted and unprepared, just after Varian once again beheaded a demon guard. There was a huge flaw behind him.

A demon's spear slashed down at the wide open back of Varian's empty door, and the orc showed a certain expression. This blow was the beginning of the defeat of this stubborn human...

However, the script did not develop as he expected. Just when Varian was about to be injured in a sneak attack, a holy light sword blade that rose up into the sky swept the demon behind Varian. When the light blade disappeared, More than a dozen demon guards turned into ashes.

A demon in front of Varian was also affected and was ignited into a torch by the blazing holy light. Varian kicked the demon away, rolled back, and distanced himself from the demons.

As he arched his body, he saw that a blue-gold cloak appeared in front of his eyes, and the ash messenger that circulated the flame-like holy light, exuding more dazzling light than ever before.