Chapter 425: The First Defense of Quel'Thalas (Part 3)
Countless undead creatures swarmed towards the city wall, and their thoughtless and orderly movements reminded her of a nest of worker ants. The coalition also had a plan for the situation where the undead creatures swarmed in. They first killed the living and the agile ones, then used the holy light gun to shoot freely, and then used flaming arrows or oil barrels to deal with the guys climbing the wall. The first round of volleys almost killed all the curse cultists, and the second round of burning arrows and kerosene fell into the zombies, igniting a raging fire. It's just that some corpses are dry and flammable, while others are rotten and damp. They have an absolute advantage in numbers and it's difficult to burn them all.
Sylvanas's rangers stood on a wall more than ten meters high. Fortunately, the highest abomination is only three meters, and they can't throw their companions up even if they have the strength. The city gate has been replaced by a wall, and they can only climb, and some zombies are too rotten, and their rotten and fallen limbs make it difficult for them to climb high. The parts of their bodies will fall off when they touch them. Unfortunately, these guys who fell down did not stop the army from advancing. They rushed to the wall one after another, not caring whether their companions' bodies were under their feet. Or rather, they simply didn't think they had companions...
The increasing number of undead on the city walls forced the rangers to put down their holy light guns and use other equipment to push them down. Some battlements were even equipped with cannons, which collapsed vertically, causing the city walls to tremble. Of course, they were all well-trained warriors, and it was not difficult for them to suddenly use other weapons. But fighting against enemies who would be weakened by blood loss and injuries was one thing. To deal with these, fatigue and psychological changes were their biggest enemies.
Sylvanas attacked without stopping, her movements almost faster than her thoughts, and she focused on her duties. From the corner of her eye, she saw a winged monster swooping down and landing less than ten steps away from her. Its gray skin looked as hard as stone. It howled happily from its bat face and grabbed a scout beside it and flew high. Its claws pierced the ranger's shoulder deeply, and blood splashed on Sylvanas.
The scout struggled in the monster's claws, and she felt and pulled out a dagger. Sylvanas didn't care about the screaming undead below, and immediately picked up her bow and arrow, aiming at the monster in the air, and shot an arrow into its neck.
The magic arrow deflected, and the unharmed monster shook its head and let out a howl. It was tired of toying with the scout, so it raised a claw and slashed across the ranger's throat, then dropped her carelessly, circling to find a new target.
With silent grief, Sylvanas watched her friend fall to the ground lifeless, among the cultists the rangers had killed earlier. Then she gasped. Some of the cultists were dead, some were still alive, and those who were alive were all shot by arrows. Their bodies were all pierced with arrows, without exception, and some were even shot into sieves, but they still moved.
"No," she whispered in disgust, looking at Arthas in fear.
The prince was staring at her with that damned sneer on his face. He held the rune sword in one powerful armored hand, and raised the other hand with a slight movement. Sylvanas watched another slain human twist and slowly stand up, pulling out the arrow that had pierced his eye like a thread stuck on his clothes. Her attack had no effect on Arthas. His dark magic could raise any dead person who fell to the ground. He saw the realization and anger in her eyes, and his sneer turned into a laugh.
"I told you everything," he said, drowning out the noise of the battlefield. "But you still need to provide me with new troops..."
Before he finished speaking, a corpse twitched and crawled forward, slowly standing up. The corpse was thin and strong, with long black hair tied into a ponytail at the back of its head. Its skin had turned purple and black, and it had a pair of pointed ears. The four wounds on its throat were still bleeding. Its head was shaking to one side, as if its neck had been severely injured and had no strength to support itself. Its eyes, which were once as blue as the summer sky, turned gray and looked for something blankly. Then, it slowly walked towards the city wall.
She was the scout who had just died.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
"Roar!" The dragon army was late, not because they came so late on purpose, but because the altitude was very dangerous. Many of the Nerubian spiders of the Undead Army could spit out webs into the sky, and it would be troublesome if they got caught on their wings. It was still acceptable for the humanoid creatures on the opposite side, but it would be a loss for the dragons on the opposite side. However, the aerial creatures that appeared now were different from the ordinary transformed ones. They were a special type of undead, called gargoyles. When static, they could imitate statues to restore themselves, and when dynamic, they could fly. Their skin was as hard as their name, and it was difficult for existing weapons to cause large-scale damage to them.
"Don't be distracted!" Richard came to Sylvanas' side at this time.
Sylvanas responded, and asked Richard while shooting: "Why are you here? There is still some time before the handover!"
Richard and his men's tactics to deal with the Sea of the Dead is to work in shifts, taking advantage of the fact that the fortress wall is only this section, and work in three shifts. The first echelon is Sylvanas and Vereesa who are familiar with this place, and their ranger troops. They have to hold out for an hour. The second echelon is Richard and Primatis's troops. These troops are proficient in various hot weapons and are good at large-scale killing. The second echelon must hold out for three hours. The third echelon is Selena's Holy Light Cathedral and Rocky's demon troops. They are responsible for holding out for an hour. In addition, there are medical teams and engineering teams that treat the wounded and repair the walls around the clock. The dragon army, Krasus and his red dragons are responsible for long-range flame spraying and rescuing fellows who are tied up by spider webs and cannot flap their wings. Onyxia leads the dragons of the Lilbana Islands to fight in close combat, which is their strength.
And now, the battle has only started for half an hour, and Richard has come here. Sylvanas is a little confused, and at the same time, Vereesa has inadvertently approached.
Richard did not use guns or bows, after all, his crosshairs were the same as if he had no guns. Richard still used the traditional local tyrant tactics and threw down the holy light type explosive crystals directly: "I came to support because I saw the things in the sky. Those things in the sky were called gargoyles by Tang. The undead have invaded for such a long time and I have never seen them use them. They are the things they have kept in the bottom of the box. Now they took them out so early. They want to end the battle quickly!"