War is just a grand game if the feelings of the combatants are not considered.
They were all veterans of the war. They could tell at a glance that there were traitors when the undead natural disasters destroyed the city. Otherwise, how could the city gate be so well-preserved.
It is simply wishful thinking to blast open the thick gates of Stratholme City with artillery that can be transported by manpower.
But magic bombs do.
Use artillery to blast open the outer floor-to-ceiling fence. The iron railings as thick as a baby's arm were not enough to withstand the power of the artillery fire, and they soon collapsed.
Spiritual ghouls and zombies are no match for this elite group of tough men from the Alliance.
Fortunately, the undead natural disaster did not arrange a group of smart guys to defend at the gate of the city. Otherwise, it would take many lives to fill the more than 30 meters long corridor.
The soldiers responsible for carrying the magic bomb had been sweating from the moment they walked into the corridor.
The shooting window above the head, the fuel injection port and the shooting port on both sides, as long as there are a hundred crossbowmen on duty, the fuel is poured and the arrows are fired.
This is a nightmare purgatory.
But nothing happened. After setting up the magic bomb, he ran out of the corridor as if desperate. When the mage saw that the transporters had returned safely, he took out a big red button and pressed it.
Different from the roar of conventional gunpowder explosions, after a crisp sound like the chirping of a kingfisher, the city gate one meter behind had shattered into a semicircular cavity three meters in diameter.
Magic bombs are easy to use. If it weren't for being too expensive, Carlos would really like to mass-produce them.
If nobility had a color, it would be sky blue.
After breaking through the gate, the sergeants holding warhammers and shields went first, followed by the musketeers carrying spears.
Although it was an away game, Stratholme City was still an important city in the alliance. Half of the people in the vanguard army could draw an abstract diagram of the main streets from memory, so they would not get lost.
The most troublesome thing about urban street fighting is that the defenders use the complex terrain to fire hidden arrows.
The problem is that most brainless objects like the Undead Scourge cannot handle such advanced instructions.
And Carlos was not prepared to regain this fallen city.
So the problem is simplified.
Except for the main road, you can't enter every house or alley!
Even for some branch roads with unknown dangers, they actively demolished the surrounding houses to block the intersections.
The team advanced quickly.
Although the team's advance was very fast, the number of undead natural disasters was greater.
As Carlos and his party got closer to the city square, the density of the undead became higher and higher.
After a fierce battle to break through the abomination group outside the city gate, the Stratholme survivors who had not had time to cheer for joy were shocked to find countless plague ghouls and flesh and blood skeletons lurking in the sewers and culverts.
There are also cursed cultists lurking among the crowd, spreading fear and malice.
The Scourge Legion is killing people and killing people!
The crowd of survivors hindered the vanguard's rescue. The crowd affected by the shadow magic fell into hysterical chaos due to fear. The vicious and deceptive whispers made the survivors who resisted fear suspect that there are always unscrupulous people who want to harm them.
A human tragedy is about to happen.
Carlos was furious. He was completely irritated. The most powerful paladin in Azeroth launched a holy storm three hundred meters out of extreme anger, forcing out a crowded road with people moving around. aisle.
The priests and paladins who followed closely behind the scene jointly cast a wide range of mental soothing spells in an attempt to stabilize the survivors' emotions.
The dwarf musketeers also entered the scene, using their superb shooting skills to crush the third cervical vertebrae of the plague ghouls and flesh-and-blood skeletons mixed in the crowd.
But how could the Scourge Legion, who had already planned it, only have such a few means.
The originally rusty back door of the city square had long been completely rotted by the undead rot. The minions of the natural disaster gave up their pretense, and the leading abomination shattered the vulnerable iron-clad wooden door just by relying on its own weight. Thick pieces of wood flew and hit the refugees, causing a cry.
At the same time, the natural disaster minions lurking everywhere received the signal of the outbreak and swarmed out to attack the vanguard army guarding the passage out of the city.
Flares calling for support burst into colors in the sky.
The easy advance before was indeed a trap, and the undead natural disaster was preparing to trick the vanguard into the city and kill them.
The physiques of dwarves and humans cannot be generalized. Magni Bronzebeard was also angered. He grabbed Carlos who seemed to be hesitating.
"You're more useful than me if you stay here. Evacuate people as quickly as possible!"
After saying this, the dwarf king roared, and his body expanded rapidly, from being able to only hold Carlos' waistband to a muscular man half a head taller than an average human.
The king of the hill is a god descended from heaven!
Magniwan took a running start, jumped up like a god, and after turning in the air for three and a half weeks, he crossed a distance of two hundred meters and slammed into the back door of the square where the undead poured out.
Just relying on the shock wave, the ghouls who bore the brunt were shattered to pieces.
In front of the angry Magni, the puffy Abomination was vulnerable. The King of the Hill even used the corpse of Abomination to block the attack channels of the Scourge's minions. He alone was an army, just like the statue of Anvilmar guarding Ironforge. Defended the survivors’ right to live!
Ner'zhul miscalculated.
The traps carefully laid by the Lich King can defeat the will of most humans.
The hope of annihilation within reach can even destroy the will of the transcendent, as when the Qiraji general Lajax strangled his son in front of Fandral Staghelm.
But Carlos's vanguard are not ordinary people. They are the Avengers of the Alliance and martyrs chasing the light.
It would not be wise to anger such a group of people.
"Organize an evacuation immediately. Paladins and priests will continue to be responsible for calming the crowd. Mages will guard against sneak attacks by lurkers. Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be killed on the spot. Arrange for those who can leave on their own first."
The order was issued quickly, and without leaving Magni Bronzebeard to fight alone for too long, backup cleared a path and pushed forward.
"Can I still fight?"
The arrival of heavy infantry and sniper gunners replaced Magni Bronzebeard.
"Pooh!"
The King of the Hill spat and raised his head in response.
"I can fight these scum all day long!"
"Then you go roam for support."
Magni Bronzebeard was a little puzzled.
"You are more useful than me in dealing with these undead."
But following Carlos' gaze for a week, Magni Bronzebeard understood.
Carlos could not walk, and almost all the survivors looked at him. There were tears in the eyes of these suffering people, and their fragile nerves could not withstand any stimulation.
Once Carlos turned around and left, the irrational crowd after an emotional breakdown was more terrifying than the servants of the natural disaster.
"Okay, I'll go."
