Volume 3: Tides of Darkness Chapter 175 Dark Gate: Stalemate
“What a farce.”
"I said those adventurers are unreliable."
The nobles who were watching the battle from the rear began to complain.
King Llane sighed, but felt inexplicably relieved in his heart. If Varian really defeated the tribe with a group of adventurers, then with his reputation, if he was asked to abdicate, he would not be able to refuse.
Fortunately, things haven't reached that point yet, and the Storm Kingdom army that he brought with him can clean up the situation.
Of course, on the surface he had to protect his eldest son.
Llane Wrynn (King of Stormwind ): "That's enough. After all, the adventurers are working for the Alliance, and they have killed a lot of orcs. Now get ready to fight, everyone. This war has just begun. For the Alliance, for Stormwind, Stormwind soldiers, draw your weapons!"
Altman Wrynn (Prince of Storm): "Father, please let me fight for you. I will cut off the head of the chieftain for you."
Godzilla Wrynn (Prince Storm): "And my father! The sword in my hand is willing to wipe out your enemies."
The Invincible and Lonely Wrynn (Prince of Stormwind): "How can this battle be without me? Let me fight, father."
King Llane looked at the princes who had requested to fight with satisfaction. These sons were much more pleasing to the eye. They were totally unlike Varian, the rebellious son who only wanted to usurp the throne.
"Well, prepare to join the battle. Be careful and bring more guards. If those adventurers are defeated, you can attack from both wings."
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"Hold on, hold on!"
"Tanks, hurry up!"
"Someone come and pull Lao Hou out, damn, give me some blood."
"What the hell, who brought the boss here again?"
At this time, the adventurer's line was in chaos, but fortunately, there were tens of thousands of adventurers joining the battle this time, and their levels were much higher than the last time the door opened. Seeing corpses everywhere and countless casualties, the remaining adventurers could still continue to fight.
Duke Bolvar became nervous.
"Your Highness, do you need to summon reinforcements?"
Varian glanced at the neat Alliance army behind him and shook his head. "No need. This is just the beginning. Under my leadership, the adventurers will not fail. They will definitely win in the end."
However--
"Wow, what the hell, why is there still a DEBUFF?" At this moment, in the cemetery, a level 53 dwarf warrior who had just been resurrected was looking at the [Wounded] DEBUFF on his head with a look of shock.
[Injured: You just died in a plot battle and are injured. All attributes are reduced by 30%. This status will last until the end of the plot battle.]
The attributes are reduced by 30%, which greatly reduces the combat effectiveness.
Don't be afraid. I'm a level 53 warrior. With 70% of the attributes, I can still slaughter those tribal pigs.
However, as the dwarf warrior walked out of the resurrection point, what was waiting for him was an even more speechless situation. The place where he was resurrected was actually on the edge of the Dark Swamp, dozens of kilometers away from the Dark Portal. Even if he rode a horse, it would probably take more than an hour to get there.
In the cemetery behind them, the white light of resurrection continued to flash, and the adventurers were dumbfounded when they found the place where they were resurrected.
But they had to run no matter how far they went. A group of people summoned war horses and rushed towards the battlefield. Soon the route from the cemetery to the battlefield turned into a sparse line of soldiers, and countless adventurers were riding horses and rushing towards the battlefield.
At this moment, the battle in front of the Dark Portal had entered a white-hot state. As more and more adventurers were killed and sent to the cemetery, more and more orcs rushed out of the Dark Portal. They stepped over the corpses of their companions and continued to squeeze the adventurers ' formation. One after another, the adventurers' team formation was defeated. At this time, the flaws of the adventurers' formation composed of countless small phalanxes in the team unit were exposed.
Although there were nearly 10,000 melee professionals among tens of thousands of adventurers, they were all scattered among countless players' teams of 40 people. Except at the beginning, the front player teams concentrated a large number of melee professionals, forming a weak line of defense.
The adventurers behind were almost all mixed, with melee and magic professions mixed together, and there was no formation at all. Once the front line of defense was broken, it would be difficult for the adventurers behind to form a tight battle line.
At this time, a large number of orc infantry had rushed into the adventurers' formation, and the battle suddenly evolved from the initial pit killing into a melee.
The group attack capabilities of those magic classes were greatly reduced. There was no setting in this game that friendly forces would not be harmed. A fireball would burn all enemies and friendly forces. At this time, the enemies and our own forces were mixed together, and the magic classes behind them immediately became restricted.
I dare not use AOE magic indiscriminately, I can only use fire missiles, lightning arrows, and other single-target magic to kill them one by one.
Even so, accidental injuries would occur from time to time.
The melee professions in the front row were not strong enough to stop all the orcs. Once the orcs got close to the magic professions, the orcs, who were full of muscles and violent strength, immediately caused serious damage to the fragile magic professions.
These orcs are berserkers who have drunk the blood of demons. They are extremely powerful and not afraid of pain. Their fighting power is no weaker than that of human and dwarf warriors of the same level. They are even more ferocious as if they were in a berserk state.
After a burst of chaos and killing, the adventurers suddenly showed signs of collapse.
Varian was very anxious now.
"Warriors of the Alliance, follow me!" He waved the sword of Salamani and led a team of storm knights under his command to rush forward.
The group of player heroes who had been following him also rushed forward hurriedly.
Good opportunity! When Dara Bengba saw Varian charging, he also led his 100 North Wind Knights and Snow Mountain Rangers to charge forward.
Elite envoys from various kingdoms also charged forward, forming a team of more than 500 knights, and forcibly penetrated the enemy's flank. Large groups of orcs were immediately stabbed and knocked down.
The adventurers took the opportunity to reorganize their formation. Varian did not hesitate to fight, but rushed into the adventurers' formation, slashed an orc with his sword, and shouted, "Brave adventurers, I am Varian, everyone listen to my orders, all warriors come to the front and fight side by side with me!"
It’s not that the players were unaware of the disadvantages of such small groups, but the problem was that they lacked a leader with enough appeal, so they could only fight on their own.
As soon as Varian appeared, it was clear that celebrities have great appeal. Those melee players abandoned their own small teams and rushed to Varian to form a battle line.
"You, you, and you, lead the mages and priests to the back row and hit the enemy's rear team with firepower to block the enemy's rear."
"You, you, and you, lead all the archer troops and extend the shooting."
"Healers, gather at the back. Don't just heal the people you know. Heal all the Alliance warriors. Don't let me down, brave adventurers. For the Alliance!"
Varian had been dealing with adventurers for a long time. He was well aware of their shortcomings and abilities. He stabilized the situation with just a few commands.
Arthas was right behind him, his eyes shining as he watched.
This is the bearing of a king. He waved the Sword of Fire and chopped down several orcs. He was having a great time killing them.
At the same time, the wolf riders of the Warsong Clan and the heavy-armored orc crushers of the Blackrock Clan also walked out of the Dark Portal.
These two troops can be regarded as the elite and distinctive arms of the two clans. The wolf cavalry immediately rushed towards the Alliance knights who were charging back and forth. They did not rush forward like the knights, but launched a surprise attack from the side. The huge machetes in their hands could easily cut through the knights' armor with the advantage of speed.
The Blackrock Heavy Orc Crusher formed a dense circle and rushed directly to the center of the adventurers, crushing them like an iron fist.
At this moment - right above the Dark Portal, Wang Xuan was turning on invisibility and watching the fighting below.
It seems that it is still difficult for the tribe to break out of the Dark Portal. After all, adventurers are relatively strong in combat, have many skills, and are not afraid of death at all. This makes them even more terrifying than those orcs who drank the blood of the devil. Even with restrictions, it is still very tricky.
With the power of the tribe alone, it will probably take a long time to get results.
Forget it, let’s just let the Black Dragon Legion attack directly, it’s better to be safer.
He sent a private message to Murphy.
Wang Xuan: Brother Murphy, are you ready? It's time for Deathwing to appear.
Aidan: Sorry, there was a small hiccup and I'm afraid I'll need to be delayed for a while.
Wang Xuan: Damn, are you kidding me? The Horde and the Alliance are in a stalemate now. If you don’t show up, what if the Horde can’t break in?
Aidan: Don't worry. There's no way the tribe can fail with a million strong army. It just takes a little more time. And don't worry, I'll be there in a little while. That's all...
Time goes back to two days ago——
Medivh (Guardian): "Can you have a drink with me? Stay with me for two days, chat and talk. I have been lonely all my life. At least at this time, I hope someone can be with me."
