"Retreat! Retreat!"
The tribe's withdrawal horn forced the alliance to evacuate this damn island immediately. Without the assistance of the tribe, the alliance fighting alone would only end up with its entire army annihilated.
There were major mistakes in the intelligence of MI7. From the moment they entered the island, they stepped into the trap prepared by the devil.
Although they had tried their best and fought bravely, the number of enemies seemed endless. When they advanced to the gate of the Tomb of Sargeras, they were unable to move even one step forward.
Demons swarmed out from the portal in the Tomb of Sargeras, and the entire battlefield was filled with the sound of fighting. Tall demon guards were knocked down by the Alliance's artillery, arrows, and blades, and some Alliance soldiers were struck by the flames of hellfire. Burn to ashes.
This place is like a slaughterhouse of life, a complete scene of hell.
What made the alliance's top leaders most desperate was that, for some unknown reason, the tribes that were supposed to advance and retreat together with them blew the horn of retreat without any warning.
This also means that without the cover of the tribe, their flanks are completely exposed to the demonic offensive, and without the advantage of the high ground occupied by the tribe, they will lose air control over the open space in front of the Tomb of Sargeras!
After Dark Queen Sylvanas and her Dark Rangers withdrew, large numbers of Felbats swooped down from the sky, doubling the pressure on the Alliance.
"Varian!" The tall werewolf with silver mane shouted towards Varian, "We can't continue fighting. Without the Horde, the Burning Legion can easily crush our front!"
Varian was still shocked by the tribe's evacuation without warning. When he heard Greymane's call, the Alliance's supreme king seemed to have woken up from a dream. He gritted his teeth and made a decision, "Mekkatorque! Call for air support. We have to Retreating!"
The dwarf master craftsman Mekkatorque's mecha automatically raised his right arm and blasted the demon on the right to pieces. He himself controlled the paging system on the mecha, "Roger, Your Majesty, now call for air support - young man We need reinforcements and try our best to seize air supremacy!"
After the Alliance airship received Mekkatorque's message, the captain made an immediate decision to put all the gun ports in position. They wanted to open a gap in the sky shrouded by evil bats to give the Alliance a chance to evacuate!
The few minutes waiting for the airship to arrive were very long. Almost every second, Varian could hear the wails of Alliance soldiers being massacred by demon blades.
The alliance's front line continued to compress. Finally, after this extremely long wait, the alliance airship finally broke through the siege of evil bats and opened a bloody path.
Seeing the army of demons coming out of the portal in a steady stream, Varian's face was as dark as water. He carried Salamane on his back and grabbed the rope ladder lowered by the airship with one hand, "Let everyone get on board!"
With the support of the gunboat, a gap was briefly opened in the evil bats' encirclement. The remaining alliance troops boarded the gunboat with difficulty, but just when they thought they could withdraw from the demonic siege, a rickety figure appeared in the demonic army. Among them, he raised his fingers towards the sky.
With the beacon of the Tomb of Sargeras, the Burning Legion's troops can be dropped on Azeroth almost without pressure, and this time, it is something that the Alliance has never seen before, with a diameter of more than dozens of meters. Rice’s green meteorite!
The shock wave caused by the contact between the meteorite and the ground shook the gunship. Varian held on to the rope ladder tightly. He stared at the horrific scene in front of him until a large steel-covered hand protruded from the green smoke and grabbed the gunship violently. deck.
The wooden and 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 turned, it could not escape the grip of the hellfire.
When Hellfire exerted a little force, the entire gunboat began to tilt. Countless soldiers, cannons and equipment slipped from the deck and fell to the ground at an altitude of several hundred meters. There was almost no possibility of survival.
Mekkatorque's mecha tightly clamped the deck railing on the other side, and also hooked a few lucky people, saving them from slipping.
Greymane leaned against the side of the gunship 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 he didn't get rid of this big guy, it would be impossible for everyone on the gunboat to escape. If the gunboat crashed, the force would suffer a devastating blow.
The alliance cannot be ruined today!
Such thoughts flashed through Varian's mind, and in an instant, he had made a decision.
Varian wiped his hand from his lower back and handed a letter with a wax seal to Greymane, "Bring this... to my son."
Greymane caught the letter, but Varian took advantage of this moment, jumped up, pulled out Salamane again, and stabbed Hellfire's head hard.
The Hellfire, which suffered a heavy blow, lost control of the gunship, and it staggered to the ground. Varian held Salamane's sword hilt tightly, but it was also knocked away by the violent impact.
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's hand. Letter to myself, I stared at the Broken Beach that was gradually moving away as if I had lost my soul.
Varian, who recovered from the impact, stood up and glared at the rickety figure in the demon army in front of him. Although there were no Alliance soldiers behind him, the High King would never be afraid.
Varian resolutely split Salamane in two, holding the twin elven swords in his hands. He walked alone, facing thousands of demon guards.
The rickety orc leaned on crutches and waved his hand with a sneer. Dozens of demon guards surrounded Varian with spears in hand.
A demon charged towards Varian, and he used Salamane to stagger the attack, taking the demon's life with one clean blow.
However, demons are not knights. They will not fight alone. No matter how strong Varian is, there will always be times when he is exhausted and unprepared. Just after Varian moved forward to kill a demon guard again, A huge flaw was revealed behind him.
A demon's spear slashed diagonally at Varian's open back, and the orc showed an expression of determination to win. This blow was the beginning of this stubborn human's defeat...
However, the script did not develop as he thought at all. Just when Varian was about to be injured in a sneak attack, a sword of holy light soared into the sky and 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 backwards, and distanced himself from the demons.
When he was hunched over, he saw the blue-gold cloak appearing in front of his eyes, and the Ashbringer, which was flowing with flaming holy light and emitting more dazzling light than ever before.
