flstandardbreds Chapter 126 Nearing the end
Chapter 126 Nearing the end
Atalik has lost his magic; even if he did, he wouldn't be able to handle the current situation...
It was visible to the naked eye in Ambermillene that all the torches were going out.
A dark tide swept in, and the Dalaran battle mages, who were originally their strongest force, were now completely unable to cast a single spell...
Swords and blades from ordinary humans would only leave a few white marks on these skeleton soldiers...
Even though the militia archers had run out of arrows and the skeleton knights opposite them were riddled with arrows, they still approached step by step. The militiamen collapsed to the ground and cried out in fear!
But the skeleton knight still swiftly struck, mercilessly destroying...
A slightly stronger soldier could knock down an ordinary skeleton warrior, even decapitate one, allowing it to escape. However... as it fled along the path towards Dalaran, it found itself blocked at the crossroads by squads of elite Forsaken soldiers wielding shields...
When Lorraine finally found the path up the hill, Ambermill had already been half destroyed.
His death knights stood guard directly in front and to the sides, while Yurev and Deathsworn each guarded one direction. Arugal and Thule, seemingly born villains, thoroughly enjoyed the thrill of charging and hacking away...
The secondary effect of [Domination of the Dead] activates, turning enemies killed by these death knights into mindless zombies... who continue to join the army of the dead, participating in the battle until they are completely annihilated...
Without magic and mana, a mage is no better than a clay chicken or a clay dog, and the battle went even more smoothly than Lorraine had imagined!
Even faster than the airship raid on the Alliance camp, in less than ten minutes... the outer perimeter was breached, all buildings were burned... only a very few escaped by jumping off a cliff....
Only the town hall at the very back of Ambermill remained, containing a small resistance force, mainly consisting of Tyran's Scarlet Paladins under General Barry...
This situation is similar to the scene where I was surrounded a few hours ago, except that the tables have turned and now it is my turn to surround Ambermir's enemies all by myself!
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To avoid losses, Lorraine had the remaining elite Forsaken encountered in the mines block her rear, preventing any enemy reinforcements from the direction of Greymane Wall.
He wanted a quick victory.
With the help of poison, a sneak attack, and his own powerful skeleton army, Lorraine was confident that he would surely defeat Ambermill!
They captured it faster than expected; their skeleton army was truly formidable.
They suffered almost no losses, and their numbers only increased. The skeleton knights could command 100 regular soldiers, and the zombie servants they killed followed behind the regular soldiers like a tidal wave.
The sheer number and subtle sounds of their movements alone, coupled with their sheer numbers, would be enough to terrify any ordinary person...
Besides, these guys aren't afraid of death, pain, or even fear...
Perhaps the only thing they fear is the silent Death Knight behind them.
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Archmage Atal'ik was inwardly panicked, but outwardly he feigned composure. General Barry and his men stood before him. He couldn't allow the Scarlet Crusade to look down on him.
The dignity of human mages must be upheld by us.
Beside him were a clerk and a black cat. The black cat seemed very calm... He also wanted to learn from the black cat's elegance and composure... He couldn't cast spells, but that didn't stop him from continuing to pretend to be profound.
"These guys are Death Knights!"
"Why is a Death Knight here? The Lich's words really can't be trusted!"
Two questions arose in General Barry's mind, and he revealed the other party's identity. The Archmage and the others, however, did not understand the meaning of his words.
"Death Knight? Isn't the leader of the Scourge a Death Knight? What's so strange about that..."
The cat speaks human language...
Barry turned and glared at the cat. These foolish mortals could never understand his thoughts. What he meant was, this wasn't what was planned.
The undead army's target is Undercity, not Ambermill, even if they intend to attack humans or dwarves.
This shouldn't be the direction either!
The mages of Dalaran, or the Frostwolf orcs and Stormpike dwarves of Alterac Valley, are not the targets of this campaign! Undercity, Gilneas, and the Blood Elves are the real objectives...
"Oh right, blood elves!"
General Barry suddenly remembered his trusted aide, chief assassin Invar, but he had vanished...
"Could they have run away? Invar can be scared too! That shouldn't be the case..."
General Barry raised a series of questions.
Archmage Atalik protested, "General, the enemy has us surrounded. Why are you concerned about that spellbreaker? Can he rescue us? Or defeat the enemy?"
General Barry shook his head; he felt things were going beyond his expectations.
Helping these foolish human mages might be a terrible move... These weak and greedy fellows aren't worth betting on... He should have listened to that person.
Unfortunately, the current situation doesn't allow him much time to think...
Death Knight
"Death Knights are the embodiment of death power, and most of them are transformed from the living. Unlike the Death Knights that most people are familiar with, the first Death Knights created by the orc warlock Gul'dan were more like necromancers, formed by the combination of an orc's soul and a human body."
The first of them is Talon Bloodfiend, who was created by combining the soul of Talongor with the body of a human from Stormwind.
Afterwards, most of the Death Knights created by the Lich King were transformed from Paladins of Lordaeron.
Compared to the first generation of Death Knights, they were more like a combination of heavily armored knights and spellcasters...
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"Thank you for the introduction, General Barry, but I don't think the focus right now is on your explanation... We need to figure out a way to break out!"
"Shut up, Atreus!"
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General Barry adjusted his hat and looked up at the two giant airships that were faintly visible in the sky. He had a premonition that the plan might have failed.
If I had known this would happen, I should have listened to that man!
Compared to General Barry's regret and composure, his knights were under immense pressure...
The army of the dead did not simply surround them without attacking; endless waves of zombies and skeletons charged towards them, but only the death knights and regular skeleton cavalry held their ground, remaining completely still...
Lorraine stood at a distance, somewhat wary of Barry...
A familiar aura emanated from General Barry. It was strangely familiar, yet he couldn't quite place where he'd seen it before... Upon closer inspection, the middle-aged human with the large beard didn't seem particularly remarkable.
But it seems as if a dark shadow is hidden within the entire body...
Lorraine wasn't afraid of the others.
He waited for his comrades in the rear and the bats in the sky to arrive as scouts.
The real battle for Ambermill ended in just ten minutes, which was naturally due to the smooth execution of his initial tactics and plans.
The actual battle didn't seem particularly difficult, partly because the real formidable enemies were these Crimson Knights and the cats accompanying the Archmage...
Other mortals are merely Lorraine's prey... necromancer's fodder...
Although there might be a slight feeling of reluctance.
But Lorraine of this time was no longer the weak and merciful man he once was... He only enjoyed the thrill of commanding thousands of troops, crushing everything in his path, and the satisfaction of achieving his goals and bringing glory...
The prerequisite is to take down Atal'ak!
To truly fulfill his mission as a messenger of plague...
Both sides' commanders were caught in a quandary, completely disregarding the lives of their underlings... Even if Lorraine's resurrected skeleton army were all wiped out, he wouldn't suffer much loss...
Moreover, as long as the Death Knights exist, the undead army will continue to emerge...
[Ruler of the Dead] is terrifying...
"General! We can't hold out any longer. We must make a decision..."
One of the Scarlet Knights' guards, his face filthy and his body covered in wounds, stepped forward... Even with their superior equipment, and even with the support of several dozen remaining Ambermill militiamen...
Faced with the overwhelming tide of the undead army, many more fell within minutes.
Several of their comrades, who had been laughing and chatting, had now fallen in battle, yet they rose from the ground and rejoined the enemy. This feeling was terrifying...
Surrounded by a dark mass of enemies, seemingly with no way out, a feeling of despair washed over him...
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