The Fate of the Gunman

The'Dwarf Death Ray' fired at the same time, although its range was much shorter than that of the'Fel Cannon', but its powerful lethality made it still show its skills.

In order to clear the heavy firepower of the two sides, the respective flying units also took off in turn. The dragon eagle rider of the high elves and the griffon rider of the dwarves flew towards the position of the fel artillery. Among them, the dragon eagle rider and the high elves on the back The rangers are mainly responsible for protecting the dwarves' Griffin Riders, and the Griffon Riders are responsible for attacking ground markings.

However, with the launch of the air defense firepower of the two flying units, the first round of full output began. The arrows of the high elf rangers formed an arrow rain to shoot down the demons from the air, while the other side was directly formed by the warlocks. The net also shot down many dragon eagles and griffins.

But even so, neither side had the slightest intention of retreating. After all, the demons who yearn for destruction are not afraid of death, and everyone who fought to protect Azeroth also had the consciousness of giving their lives.

Medivh also appeared beside Lancer as the battle became fierce.

At this time, he couldn't care about hiding his existence anymore, and a hoarse and rapid cry sounded in his ears.

"Lancer! Command post ordered! Start counterattack!"

"Yes!"

Without unnecessary nonsense, Lancer slammed the lance in his hand, and the demon originally hung on it was thrown away like a rag bag. At the same time, the bed crossbow, which was originally aimed at the city gate and shot continuously, also temporarily chose to cease fire. Suddenly, the demons at the city gate felt less pressure, but before they were fortunate, they saw a figure attacking from a distance.

"Stab it~!"

The lance, completely wrapped in blood, directly tore the enemy in half this time, and he himself did not hesitate to step on the demon's corpse and then stomped it into meat, and then launched a counterattack outside the city. charge.

This time, the fighters of all races and countries who are eligible to participate in the Battle of Mount Hyjal are all elites of the hundred battles. There is no ordinary person here, but they will also be exhausted when facing opponents that are like tides and you are no less inferior to your own. And injury, and the defense mechanism is very important at this time, because as long as they are given a certain amount of time for recovery and treatment, they are a new force.

And Lancer's task is to buy enough time for them.

At this time, you can clearly see the changes in the battlefield from a high-altitude glance. With Lancer himself as the gun head, the commando, or the people of the death squad, directly tore the forefront of the Burning Legion a huge hole.

Although the surrounding demons kept trying to encircle and narrow the opening, the opening became bigger and bigger under the repeated impact of Lancer.

Such unreasonable overbearing passing naturally also made the commanders of the Burning Legion notice their existence. Almost when they discovered Lancer, the Dreadlord'Anatheron' was also waving his wings and leading the Doomsday Guard towards Lancer. They rushed.

As the most elite group of fighters in the Burning Legion battle sequence, each doomsday guard possesses a powerful body and ability to cast spells. Generally speaking, they serve as middle-level commanders, but at this time these elite fighters are the same. The task of "arrow".

As the so-called'needle point to the wheat mang', Lancer, who was killing, noticed the abnormal murderous aura for the first time, and his'Eagle Eye' noticed the Dreadlord flying toward him for the first time.

"Everyone! Defensive posture! Prepare!"

Accompanied by the dull voice of Lancer's silver armor, all members of the commando emptied the enemies around them at the fastest speed and turned their attention to the sky to welcome the upcoming battle.

Chapter 101 For Azeroth!!(4/?)

Although he was mentally prepared, the tragic battlefield was beyond everyone's expectations.

The assault team, which bought time for the city defense forces to change defenses, lost more than 10% when returning to the fortress after completing the first round of missions. All survivors were all injured, and Lancer, the leader, was almost broken.

Lancer, who has already fought against the dreadlord for a long time, can be said to be familiar with the dreadlord, but in the chaotic battlefield, no one knows if there will be a flowing arrow shot at his head, and Lancer was taken advantage of by the opponent to avoid the attack of an Eredar warlock, and the claws covered by fel energy instantly tore the blood on his body.

In the face of this situation, Lancer naturally showed a madness that he did not usually show. In the face of an attack that had almost come, he not only did not evade, but directly confronted, the Holy Light turned into the last shield to block it. In the chest, and he stabs the guns downwards with both hands, which is completely a life-for-life style of play.

As the most cunning demon in the Burning Legion, the Dreadlord, Antheron would naturally not choose to exchange his life with Lancer. He is almost certain that Lancer will be seriously injured if he hits him. But Lancer Lancer's movements are not much slower than him, and he will be completely penetrated from the back in the end 80%.

Being seriously injured on the battlefield almost means death. Even if he can be resurrected, he doesn't want to die here, so he gave up fighting Lancer and instead dodged, but he didn't want to fight hard but it didn't mean Lancer didn't want to.

When Lancer was carrying the surrounding attacks to kill the opponent, the heavy armor on his body was already covered with cracks, and the vital parts had already been destroyed.

As the leader, Lancer has become like this, and the people under him are not much better. Many people who have escaped have even lost part of their bodies forever.

But even so, the morale of the entire team has not declined, and even when the priests helped them heal, everyone’s fighting spirit has become more and more vigorous. It is obvious that the comrades who were still around a few minutes ago were suddenly killed, and no one can be calm. Accept, at this time their hearts have been filled with anger and there is no extra thought to think about other extra things.

Time is passing, the battlefield is constantly advancing, and even the city wall was once lost. In the end, Muradin’s dwarven shield and musket team paid a lot of sacrifices to retake it, and in this fierce battle, some unexpected The figure outside appeared on the battlefield.

When the shield in the hands of a dwarf shield guard was hit by the warlock’s chaotic fire, the whole person was almost unsteady. A tall figure with two horns on top of his head resisted the upper part of the shield for him, and both sides resisted from the wall. Arrows shot down; when a group of Stormwind guards was surrounded by a group of angry guards and almost annihilated, accompanied by a rough roar, a group of green figures shot out from the side to completely disrupt the formation of the angry guards, and then the two sides worked together Cover up the past to completely annihilate the enemy; when the high elf ranger on the sentry faced the doomsday guards flying towards him, several large nets suddenly appeared below to cover them, and then several trolls were seen together. Threw throwing axes and spears towards the opponent, and the powerful Doomguard was completely killed under the attack of arrows, throwing axes, and spears; even when an abyss lord broke through the defense line of the guardian mage, he was holding the hammer of destruction. Thrall also blocked it. With everyone's joint efforts, the abyss lord who looked like a dragon was killed, and Thrall joined the caster's formation...

Maybe it’s because Archimonde is getting bored with the passage of time or because victory is just around the corner, so the offensive of the Burning Legion is more fierce than the first line of defense, at least the commanders of the Burning Legion on the first line of defense. He didn't take the shot himself at the beginning, but this time it was almost always by the commanders of the various troops who personally launched the attack.

When Lancer received the order to countercharge for the fourth time, another order came along.

"Has been half an hour, retreat directly after the countercharge is over!"

At this time, Medivh, who was in charge of delivering the news, looked a lot of embarrassment. The feathers that were originally shiny had also become gray. It was obvious that Medivh, who was constantly on the battlefield, had also been affected a lot, thanks to him. The strength is enough, if ordinary people have already been shot down by Liuya.

But Lancer spoke suddenly when Medivh was about to leave.

"Are'they' ready?"

"They are already ready."

Lancer clenched his fist unconsciously with the sound of his wings stirring.

When Lancer raised the blood-wrapped lance in his hand, the commando members who were scattered around the defense line also gathered.

In fact, the members of the'Commando' at this time have almost all changed with the original batch. After all, the one who can survive three consecutive countercharges is not that the physical fitness and experience like Lancer is enough and the experience is enough luck. Okay, besides humans, high elves, and dwarves, there are some other races among the current members.

Tauren warriors holding totems or halberds, elite orcs holding battle axes, troll headhunters with throwing axes...

Obviously, the atmosphere on both sides was extremely tense before the war, but after several life and death battles, both sides have learned how to cooperate skillfully. After all, no one really wants to die even with the consciousness of death.

Because the plan for the last step is too important, only the implementer and some people in the command know it. At this time, when Lancer said all the plan, everyone opened their eyes unconsciously, but at the same time their eyes were also Become more determined, because they are very aware of their importance for this action.

"Finally, I will emphasize it again - this time we don't need to return after piercing the demon's line, but detour westward to join the'friendly army', and then members of the Green Dragon Legion will lead us to retreat."

Everyone nodded after hearing Lancer's words, but no one thought that Lancer suddenly smiled at this moment. It was different from the crazy smile when he was fighting on the battlefield, but a smile from the heart.

"At the end of the end, I hope to join you in the celebration banquet, so that I can also take the opportunity to knock Muradin some more wine."

It was as if the bull's head was not right to Mawei's words that made everyone present stunned, but then everyone cheered together.

"Well, everyone, our comrades have cleared enough space for us, it is time to embark on the journey! For Azeroth!!!"

"For Azeroth!!!"

Whether humans, high elves, dwarves, tauren, orcs, or trolls are present, they all have only one goal at this time—for the common homeland of Azeroth.

Chapter One Hundred and Two (5/?) Big is good!More is great!

Just when Lancer led the assault team into the Burning Legion again, the shaman and the wizards together completely sealed the city gates, and at the same time the city began to move. A group of dwarves who had been responsible for maintenance in the rear were also the first time they stepped on. On the line of defense.

"Hurry up! This time we are going to smash the whole big one for those damn demons!!"

Gnomes do not have titles such as kings or chiefs, while Gelbin Mekkatork, as a great craftsman, is the leader of the gnomes. The leader who is respected by all gnomes is waving his hands while adjusting the machine. Wrench in hand.

In addition to the dwarf engineers, some people with engineering experience are also responsible for simple things under the command of the other party. As for those who have no tasks, they will withdraw to the third line of defense, or the final line of defense, in an orderly manner.

Just as the second line of defense was evacuating tensely, an inland river that was not short of the line of defense was also undergoing intense preparations.

"Everyone is ready for the final round of inspections!"

Dai Lin's expression was very serious at this moment, but it was inevitably mixed with some sadness. Although these were not the main battleships, it was inevitable to be separated from the old guys who had accompanied him for several years..