Volume 9: Disaster Chapter 527: Death Coast
The biting cold wind blew on the huge warship, coating the sails and cables with a layer of silvery-white ice and snow. Icicles hung all over the side of the ship. Sailors shouted slogans and kept breaking the ice on the ship with hammers.
The soldiers stood on both sides of the ship, ready to deal with any possible war at any time, and the heroes were also ready and took their positions.
In this grim atmosphere, the Alliance's huge fleet gradually approached the icy coast of Northrend.
In the command room of the fleet's flagship, the Golden Sacred Tree, a group of alliance leaders were discussing strategy in front of a map when a herald suddenly barged in.
"Your Majesty Godwin, a large fleet has been spotted in the southeast, and they are flying the Holy Tree Flag."
It was the fleet of the Emperor Shenwu - Murphy immediately made a judgment in his heart. He and Godwin looked at each other, and they walked out together.
The Eye of the Ancient Dragon can easily see several miles away, and can see hundreds of night elf warships sailing on the sea.
The night elves' warships are elegant in shape, and their flags have the pattern of the World Tree, which is very similar to the flag of the Golden Tree of Lordaeron. In addition to the night elves' warships, there are also a large number of flat-deck ships in the fleet. The wide decks are specially designed for centaurs, suitable for four-legged centaurs to run and move on them.
Murphy could see the largest warship among them, which was like a city on the sea. It was the flagship of the Emperor Shenwu - the Haotian.
The Emperor Shenwu had a very accurate grasp of timing and arrived at the same time as the alliance's fleet.
Now that the fleets of the Alliance and the Night Elf have arrived, the Horde's fleet...
Murphy looked toward the sea farther away, and sure enough, another large fleet gradually appeared in his field of vision, advancing towards the coast of Northrend across the fleet of the Night Elf Alliance. The orcs' warships were rough in shape, and the wooden hulls were covered with spikes and rams. Their engineering technology has never been very good, but there were many goblin warships mixed in.
Probably ordered from the goblins in Booty Bay.
Three large fleets arrived at the coast of Northrend at the same time.
The three parties did not send messengers to communicate with each other, but directly opened a private message group and communicated privately in the group.
Godwin: "You two are on time."
The Great Emperor Shenwu: "I, the Great Emperor Shenwu, always keep my promises and never go back on my words."
Ba Dao Wu Qing: "How can such a grand occasion be without my great tribe?"
Aidan: "Everyone, the Dragonblight is ahead. According to the information provided by Winter is Coming and Conan the Barbarian, the Scourge is digging up Galakrond's remains around Wyrmrest Temple, and once the excavation is completed, they will resurrect him.
Our time is very tight. Galakrond's skeleton is very huge and it will take a while to dig it all up. We can take the opportunity to land and kill the Lich King directly while the opponent is off guard. As long as the Lich King is dead, the huge Scourge will be nothing.
How about it, everyone? Any opinions?"
Godwin: “Agreed!”
Emperor Shenwu: "I agree too."
Ba Dao Wu Qing: "Then what are you waiting for? Let's charge together."
As they were talking, the three mighty fleets began to gradually move closer, but because the Alliance and the Horde were mortal enemies in the past, they instinctively stayed away from each other, leaving the Dark Night Alliance's fleet sandwiched in the middle, with a vague feeling of having to shoulder the main responsibility.
When the fleet got closer to the coast, the scenery on the coast became visible. The desolate coast stretched as far as the eye could see. There was nothing there but sparse coniferous forests and some low northern shrubs, submerged in ice and snow.
Looking into the distance, you can vaguely see desolate forests, snowfields, and some low hills. Although it is noon, the sunlight is unusually dim. The coast is filled with white fog, and it is no longer clear when you get a little inland. It is a very disturbing and cold atmosphere.
The three fleets arrived at the coast almost at the same time. Since there was no suitable port to dock such a large fleet, they could only land directly on the coast.
Fortunately, there is such a magical thing as magic in this world.
The mages of Dalaran cast freezing magic on the icy sea surface together, and in the blink of an eye, the sea surface around the warship to the coast was frozen into a wide ice surface.
The soldiers jumped off the boat one after another, rushed to the shore in a scattered formation, and quickly gathered on the shore to form defensive formations. Although they did not see any enemy, they still had to take necessary precautions.
Air force scouts were also sent out to conduct reconnaissance inland, but at this time the fog in the sky suddenly became thicker, and those air force scouts flew into the fog-covered sky and became silent.
As soon as Murphy followed Godwin and other alliance generals onto the icy coast, he suddenly felt a little uneasy. Looking into the distance, he saw some emaciated and dry figures faintly visible in the endless ice fog.
Murphy's pupils constricted—it was a ghost!
Miracle of the Storm—Strong Winds Blow!
Now that he has forged the power of the Storm Miracle into the authority of strength, this low-level miracle no longer requires the consumption of faith.
As the strong wind blew away the fog on the coast, when the icy fog dissipated, an endless army of undead was seen, standing in the wasteland, ready for battle.
This sudden change caused a commotion among the crowd.
"Damn, what's going on!" The three camp leaders were a little surprised, and Godwin even cursed directly in the group.
Godwin: "Conan the Barbarian, winter is coming. Didn't you say that the undead are defenseless? What's going on?"
Over there, Badao Wuqing and Shenwu Emperor also discovered that something was wrong.
Ba Dao Wu Qing: "What the hell, so many undead? We agreed not to be on guard."
Emperor Shenwu: "Winter is Coming and Conan the Barbarian will not sell us out, will they?"
Barbarian King Conan: "Hahaha, you just realized it? Sorry everyone, someone offered us a higher price to provide you with some fake news. Besides, we are all in the BOSS camp now, the evil 0 villain, you believe our words, who else should we fool if not you?"
Winter is coming: "Brother, it's not that we don't care about brotherhood, it's just that someone gave too much, I'm sorry!"
Godwin: "Fools, don't you want the Crown of Domination anymore?"
Barbarian King Conan: "Stop pretending. Didn't you say at the Heroes Conference that whoever gets the crown first gets it? You guys are the only ones who can give the crown to us brothers. Don't think we are easy to fool."
Winter is Coming: "That's right, don't think we're easy to fool. Besides, once we kill you all, the equipment and plot points you'll get will be enough for us two brothers to have fun."
After saying that, the two of them left the private chat group together.
Godwin: "What should we do now? Should we retreat to the sea first and make long-term plans?"
At this moment, the dark army of undead finally moved, charging towards the coast with an irresistible tide. At the same time, only tens of thousands of troops from the three major camps had just landed, and the numbers were not even in the same league at all.
It seemed that retreat was the best option.
However, the tens of thousands of troops that landed first would inevitably suffer heavy losses.
Aidan: "Don't be afraid, everyone. Our troops are all elite. No matter how many enemies there are, they are just trash undead. As long as we keep our formation stable, we can still fight. We will just push head-on and die. I'll take care of everything."
Murphy is no longer the Prince Aidan of the past. He possesses the power of an ancient dragon, so what if he is attacked first?
All strategies are meaningless in the face of absolute strength.
The Great Emperor of God and Martial Arts: "Brother Aidan, what you said makes sense. I'm going to go up. Who of you will come?"
Godwin: "Okay, then I will sacrifice my life for you. My alliance army will launch an attack."
Ba Dao Wu Qing: "Fuck it, I followed too!"
The four of them instantly formed a united front.
Godwin closed the private chat and immediately began to boost morale.
Godwin (King of Lordaeron): "Warriors of Lordaeron, knights of the Silver Hand, people of the Holy Light, do not be afraid. Look, those evil undead are approaching us. They will not stop because of our fear, and they will not give up killing because of our retreat. If we cannot stop them, these abominable monsters will inevitably break into our homes and slaughter our families.
Fight with me, warriors of the Alliance! The Light will be with you."
Hero's specialty - Unyielding King is activated!
The morale of the Union army immediately soared.
"For the Alliance!"
"For Lordaeron!"
"For the Holy Light!"
The Knights of the Silver Hand were the first to rush to the coast and quickly organized their soldiers into a line of defense. They had to open up tactical space for subsequent troops to land.
The battle mage regiment of Dalaran followed closely behind, forming a formation at the rear.
The knights of the Royal Knights began to form a charging formation on both wings of the army.
The Dragon Knights also came ashore, with dragon-blooded giant warriors lined up in a row, giant swords like a forest, and dragon-clad heavy cavalry ready to charge.
Heroes and lords with expertise in command each commanded their own troops, while combat-type heroes gathered together and prepared to kill the enemy generals.
In addition, the vanguard troops of the Night Elf Alliance and the Horde on both sides also formed a defense line.
Just as the formation was adjusted, a huge army of undead came pressing forward.
Holy Light!
Holy Light!
Thousands of paladins summoned holy light at the same time, like a wall of holy light, blocking the frontal attack of the undead army.
A tide of undead souls crashed in, and quickly melted away like snow rushing towards a wall of fire.
The Paladin is extremely professional in fighting against the undead. Every swing of the weapon imbued with holy light can chop the undead into minced flesh and bones that cannot be resurrected.
The mages then began to pour their firepower, with fireballs raining down on the undead army, causing a series of explosions. Several mage heroes even used various AOE skills crazily, and the sea of fire burned hundreds of undead into ashes.
The center of the coalition forces - the Dark Night Alliance position.
Hurricane Knights - Attack!
The Shenwu Emperor directly dispatched his newly formed ace troops.
Thousands of heavily armored centaurs launched a group charge. This force was trained for charging into battle. They were covered in heavy steel armor. These centaurs held a shield in one hand and a lance in the other. There was also a night elf warrior riding behind them, holding two swords.
When charging head-on, all are equal under the lances. Once caught in a melee, the night elf warrior on the back will slash left and right with his double swords. It can be said that he has both impact power and melee ability.
With just one charge, this torrent of steel smashed more than ten thousand undead on the front battlefield into pieces, breaking bones and tendons. The night elf warriors slashed wildly, killing any undead that approached.
Another group of angry minotaur crushers came, waving huge totem poles, crushing the undead like humanoid chariots.
The night elf druids continued to heal the injured warriors in the back, and the front line advanced forward at a slow but steady pace.
The right camp of the coalition forces - the tribal position.
The orcs who drank the hot drink of demon blood fell into a frenzy. Shamans and warlocks cast Bloodlust and Unholy Frenzy on the orc warriors at the same time. The orcs with triple buffs swept through the undead army furiously.
All three fronts successfully blocked the Scourge's attack and began to push back.
Murphy looked at the battle lines that were gradually connected together and nodded secretly in his heart. The elite forces of the three major camps were indeed those who went into battle this time. Although their numbers were far less than the enemy, it was almost a crushing battle. No matter how many Scourge Legions there were, it would be useless as their quality was still too poor.
They were all the lowest-level skeleton warriors, ghouls, zombies and the like, and they could only be wiped out by the coalition forces, which were at least fourth-level troops.
However, despite this, Murphy did not completely relax. The Scourge could not possibly be composed entirely of such rubbish troops. Where were those high-level undead?
He was not in a hurry to make a move. This battle would be a process of bargaining between the two sides. As the last trump card, he would have to wait until the most critical moment to show his power.
One hundred meters, two hundred meters, three hundred meters, the front line kept advancing forward. The endless army of undead could not withstand the attack of the coalition forces. They were chopped down row by row and crushed layer by layer.
Wherever the coalition forces passed, only broken bones were left behind.
Soldiers from the follow-up fleet continued to arrive at the coast, reorganized into troops, and joined the advance.
Soon most of the coalition's 300,000 troops landed.
Suddenly, a shrill dragon roar sounded from the sky, and as if receiving some kind of signal, the undead army retreated quickly like a tide, and only regrouped after retreating two or three kilometers in one breath.
The coalition forces did not pursue, but further adjusted their formation to leave no loopholes.
Murphy stood in the front row of the formation, looking at the endless dark sea of undead in the distance, the number of which was almost impossible to count.
Even if there are a million troops , it is not outrageous. In comparison, the coalition forces of the three major camps seem much weaker.
Look over there!
At this moment, the undead made way for them like a tide, and Varian - or Gul'dan, riding on Bolerius, slowly walked from the army to the front of the battle.
The Lich King has appeared.
He sat upright on the dragon's back, holding Frostmourne in his hand. Just by appearing on the battlefield, the surrounding Undead army instantly burst out with strong momentum, triggering the version mechanism - Death Frenzy!
The dark blue soul fire burned fiercely in their bodies. They were just a group of emaciated zombies just now, but in the blink of an eye they turned into powerful undead warriors.
Everyone looked up at the Lich King's head.
Gul'dan (Lich King): Destruction Stage 2, Level 100, HP: 5,290,000.
More than five million health points!
Everyone gasped. Even with the attributes of the version BOSS, the additional health points, and the additional health points of the final BOSS of the monster force, more than five million health points was too exaggerated.
