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Diablo 2 Chapter 93 Before the War

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    The night elves' holy mountain Hyjal, the lush forest sea in the past has turned into a scorched black. The big explosion that destroyed Archimonde the Defiler completely destroyed the vegetation here. Except for the top of the hill, the huge world tree Nordrassil  Apart from the wreckage, there was nothing else.  However, since early morning, this abandoned land has become lively again.  Tall figures with purple skin walked slowly from the horizon, like a vast purple ocean, with no edge visible at a glance. There were also a large number of wild beasts in the team. From time to time, falcons could be seen crossing the sky, huge wild beasts.  The bear roared lowly, and from the bottom of the valley on the other side, a team also came out. They were all pale, with tens of thousands of troops, but they were eerily quiet as they walked. The faint blue fire seemed to be swarming in countless numbers.  fireflies.  The two armies did not say hello, nor did they clash. They just led their respective leaders to the foot of the holy mountain Hyjal and began to set up various defensive fortifications.  The undead troops were carrying out various tasks in an orderly manner, and no one made any unnecessary movements. However, the night elves' team was a little turbulent. They pointed at the white sea of ??bones standing side by side with worry in their eyes.  There is also disgust.  Dark nights and natural disasters, the two sides who were supposed to join hands to face the enemy, at this time the team was clearly divided into two sides.  Halfway up the mountainside of Mount Hyjal, the top leaders of the night elves and the Scourge gathered here, preparing to command the battle below.  In the crowd, Tyrande looked worried at the situation under his feet.  He asked Fandral beside him: "Staghhelt, is there no problem with the formation like this? Will the Alliance cut off the connection between us later?" In a magical world like Azeroth.  Cooperation between the troops during marching and fighting is also a very important part. Usually, at least the warriors are in the front, and the mages and archers fire at the back. However, now there is no coordination between the two sides in the dark night and natural disasters. There are many close combatants and fierce soldiers.  The natural disasters and long-range firepower that are not afraid of death are strong, and the hunters and rangers are strong in the dark night. They are all looking after their own affairs. Let's start a fight later.  If the warriors and druids of the dark night cannot withstand the alliance's attack, they are likely to cause huge casualties to the long-range enemies behind them.  The other side lacks the restraint of long-range firepower, and the Scourge side is also likely to be cleared by the opposing blood elves' war magic. Therefore, the real correct approach should be for both sides to form mixed teams and rely on the undead of the Scourge to block the alliance's attack.  Fight for space and safety in the dark night of remoteness.  After listening to Tyrande's words, Staghelm shook his head. He pointed at his Druid Legion and whispered: "There is nothing we can do about this. We Druids use the power of nature. Although  The damage to the undead is not as strong as the Holy Light, but it still has some impact, and the pets of the Beastmaster hunters are also very sensitive to these undead. If they stand together, it will take more efforts for the hunters to appease them.  ¡± Unlike the blood elves, whose ancestors were mostly high-level elves and were good at magic rather than melee combat, the night elves, who are closer to nature, have also developed their own unique melee combat system over the tens of thousands of years of the race, including the druid's transformation technique.  and summoned beasts formed their shields.  Enough to allow them to face any melee impact calmly.  Staghelm talked about the conflict between the undead and the two, basically denying Tyrande's proposal to mix melee combat, but then he sideways glanced at the undead commander next to him, "Of course, if you can convince the undead,  If we all stand in front of our battle formation, that's another matter!" Salorian smiled when he heard this, and the muscles on his withered face twitched.  He spread his hands and said: "I'm afraid this won't work. The great Lich King ordered me to come here to fight the brutal alliance with the night elves, not to be cannon fodder for you!" I knew I would get this answer, Lu.  It's not surprising that the helmet fell. Although they are jointly fighting against the enemy, it would be good if Dark Night and Natural Disaster don't hinder each other. It is simply a delusion to want to cooperate with each other.  Seeing this, Tyrande no longer struggled with this. Looking at the rising sun, she frowned slightly, "It's almost noon. When will the Alliance army come?" Staghelm shrugged.  Shrugging, "I don't know, but I guess it will be soon. The strength of the undead will decrease slightly when the sun is the brightest. The Alliance will not let this go!" Tyrande nodded, and then asked with some anxiety.  Said: "Staghelm, do you think we can win this battle?" Staghelit began to frown a little, because he could see that Tyrande had lost some confidence, or that she was worried about the current situation,  Fearing that the night elves' losses would be too heavy, this would be an extremely unfavorable situation for Staghelm.  Although he is the nominal commander of the night elves in this war, Tyrande is the leader of the race. If she does anything during the battle to shake the armyWhen something happened, the blow to morale was absolutely fatal. At least now the top night elves around them were a little shaken.  Taking a deep breath, Staghelm said loudly to Tyrande: "High Priest, we have 50,000 troops in the dark night, and our allies also have 70,000. The total adds up to 120,000. As for the Alliance, the three blood elves  Ten thousand, 40,000 humans, 10,000 dwarves, a total of 80,000, which is 40,000 less than us, so we must be the ones who win in the end!" Shouted in a voice that everyone around could hear!  Look, Shik Helmet is taking this opportunity to boost morale.  However, something seemed wrong with Tyrande today. She looked a little anxious. She did not see Staghelm's intention, but retorted: "That's not the case. The Alliance only has 80,000 people, but these 80,000 are  The elites of the three tribes, most of them can even fight the former orcs one on one, but what about us? Our night elves even have auxiliary soldiers who have never been on the battlefield, especially the natural disasters."  "That's enough!" Staghelm yelled, directly interrupting Tyrande's words.  Illidan, who was protecting Tyrande, glared at him fiercely. Staghelm ignored him and glanced left and right.  Then he lowered his voice and said to Tyrande: "Tylande, you are the high priest of the clan, and countless people are watching your every word and deed. You want to destroy us before the war starts.  "Is there a chance of victory?" "Sorry! Deer Helm, I made a mistake." After all, Tyrande had been the leader of the dark night for tens of thousands of years. After being reminded by Deer Helm, she quickly discovered her mistake and smiled bitterly.  He explained: "I don't know why, but I have had an ominous premonition since this morning. It seems that there is always a voice urging me to lead everyone out of here, which makes me unable to calm down!" Then Tyrande came again!  He glanced at Salorian, the commander of the undead side.  He lowered his voice and asked Staghelm: "Fandral, what do you think if we leave here and engage in guerrilla warfare with the Alliance, just like when the orcs first came?" Staghelm was slightly startled.  Tyrande looked at him in disbelief.  He even said to retreat before the battle. Has the uneasiness in the other party's heart reached this level?  Staghelm, who originally had some confidence in this battle, was also shaken, but then when he thought of Deathwing's instructions before the battle, he gritted his teeth again and said angrily: "How can this be the same? Then  The orcs have poor mobility, and with our speed advantage, we can still fight guerrillas with them in the jungle, but now our opponent is the Alliance, whether it is the rangers and mages of the blood elves, or the griffin knights of the dwarves.  They have caused terrible harm to us, and we can no longer fight guerrillas with them." At this point.  His voice paused again, and then he deliberately raised his voice a little: "And we can run, what about the undead from the natural disaster? They can't run fast, and in the end they can only be killed alive by the Alliance. By then there will be less  As allies, we can only be blocked slowly!" "You!" Tyrande was so angry that she couldn't speak. It didn't mean that she agreed with Staghelit's analysis.  He also said that he was dissatisfied with the other party's refutation of him, but that Lu Helmet deliberately raised his voice.  Let the surrounding undead executives also notice.  Sure enough, the next moment Salorian led two death knights over and asked Tyrande: "What's wrong, Your Excellency the High Priest, I seem to have heard some bad news, and someone seems to want to escape!  In that case, we, the Scourge Legion, may have to take some corresponding measures." Although Salorian's tone did not change, the threat was clear.  Tyrande glared at Staghelm bitterly, then waved his hand to Salorian and said: "No, I just said casually that I wanted to adjust the warriors. We still have to cooperate with the natural disasters.  Very sincere!" She knew very well what Lu Helmet was planning, and he was just taking this opportunity to force her to express her stance and cut off her other thoughts.  "Really? That's good!" And the same Salorian didn't intend to break up with the night elves at this time. He just casually dropped the topic and looked towards  to the other side.  "Just in time, our enemies are here too!" Tyrande and Staghelm looked back and saw a red wave slowly approaching on the distant horizon.  "Buzz!" With the loud horns blasting one after another, the Alliance army walked into the sight of the dark night and natural disasters.  At the front of the team, the Scarlet Crusaders, Blood Elf Knights, and the Seventh Legion of the Alliance were walking slowly, holding large shields in one hand and weapons in the other. Their heavy armors shone brightly in the sunlight, forming a continuous line.  The bright river of light makes a huge sonorous sound every time it takes a step, neatly, like one voice. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????flying overThe griffins in the sky, carrying the dwarves, were circling left and right in the sky, just like a group of vultures waiting to choose people to eat. They were so densely packed that they looked like a dark cloud.  At the back of the team are the energetic elf archers and mages of the three tribes. Their eyes are bright and full of energy. Even when they look at the enemy's army of hundreds of thousands, their eyes are full of confidence.  .  All the night elves gasped unconsciously. They felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on them. Their hearts were so dull that they could not speak. They could smell a strong smell of blood in their nostrils.  Although from the perspective of numbers, their side has the advantage, no matter whether there are many animals, the circus-like Dark Night Army, or the undead of natural disasters who never have emotional fluctuations, they can't show this kind of fierce and bloody battle.  Qianli's momentum was completely suppressed in just one encounter.  And as the alliance army continues to approach.  This sense of depression becomes more and more obvious.  "Stop!" A few hundred meters away from both sides, a loud shout suddenly came from the alliance army.  Then there was a loud bang, and all the alliance soldiers stopped at the same time.  Those neat movements made the ground of Mount Hyjal shake, and many night elves on the opposite side secretly swallowed their saliva.  On the mountainside, Fandral Staghelm's brows were almost knitted together. Looking at the expressionless faces under the helmets of the Alliance army opposite, he felt a thrill in his heart.  As one of the most outstanding commanders among the night elves, he knew very well how terrifying the silent army in front of him was. It obeyed orders and was not afraid of death.  No matter what it is, it shows how difficult the opponent is to deal with, and the night elves under him are a little stiff when they look at it.  Lu Helmet's expression was extremely ugly.  "Damn it, we can't let them go on like this." Muttering quietly, Deer Helmet suddenly took a step forward, using all his strength.  There was a sudden roar.  "With the Moon God above, Dark Night will win!" "With the Moon God above, Dark Night will win!" Although he was not in the empty valley, Deer Helm's voice still strangely brought out waves of echoes, reaching everyone.  In the ears of a night elf.  ¡°Elves, you look at me, I look at you, and then I don¡¯t know who took the lead, everyone raised their arms and shouted.  "The Moon God is above, Dark Night will win!" "The Moon God is above. Dark Night will win!" Crazy shouts one after another in Dark Night's camp, and affected by this, the animals in their team also started to  Neighing and roaring.  The various strange noises that filled the sky drove away the fear in the hearts of the night elves for a time, bringing bloodthirsty fanaticism.  "Oh, isn't it good? It seems that there are capable people in the army on the opposite side!" Riding on horseback and walking behind the army, Alliance Commander Bolvar Fordgen smiled when he saw the scene in front of him, "But.  It's no use!" Pulling out the sword from his waist, the regent roared.  "Kill!" As if to answer his words.  The alliance troops that had stopped advancing suddenly took a step forward in unison.  "Kill!" The loud shout was mixed with the pungent smell of blood. Just a loud shout suppressed the roar of the night elves on the opposite side.  Then the warriors in the front row raised their weapons and struck their shields again.  "Kill!" The neat knocking sound was accompanied by the roar, completely drowning the night elves' shouts.  The last archers drew their bow strings one after another. Although the crunching sound of the bows was slight, it was particularly harsh among the shouts in the sky, and then came the shouts of the archers.  "Kill!" Three words of "kill" resounded throughout the world, overwhelming all voices in an instant.  The night elves' hoarse shouts just now turned into a joke in the blink of an eye, just like a group of barbarian troops wielding wooden sticks showing off their force to the elite army.  The momentum of the night elves that had rebounded fell almost in the blink of an eye. They were completely suppressed by the three murderous words. Most of the elves had earthy faces.  On the mountainside, Lu Gui felt his face twitch and unconsciously felt a stomachache. ???????????????????????????????????????????? away out of control.  Can those Alliance soldiers be more terrifying than the demons of the Burning Legion?  You didn't behave like this back then.Bar!  It can only be said that because the Burning Legion is powerful and weird in size, when facing them, the night elves always have the feeling of hunting large beasts, so they can deal with them easily. But when they face the Alliance's size and strength,  Not strong, but able to form a uniform army, it was a bit overwhelming. The murderous aura that was completely different from that of wild beasts made those night elves who had never been on the battlefield extremely uncomfortable.  Looking at Staghelm's somewhat distorted expression, Salorian's eyes flashed slightly, and then he chuckled and teased: "Commander Staghelm, do you need our help later?" Unlike the obvious look of the night elves,  The suppressed momentum has been maintained in the same posture from the alliance army's entry to now. Although the momentum has not increased, it has not declined either, right?  So Salorian also began to take some time to tease Staghelm. After all, when the other party competed for the leadership of the two tribes' armies, Staghelit boasted a lot.  "No need!" Listening to Salorian's teasing, the expression on Staghelm's face became even worse. His eyes glanced at a night elf behind him who was wearing heavy armor and a full mask.  , and then turned to the other side.  "Illidan, go show some color to the Alliance!" Although the war in Azeroth did not have the habit of one-on-one battles between generals before the war, this did not affect Staghelm's use of this to boost his side's morale.  Listening to Staghelm's commanding tone, Illidan snorted in dissatisfaction, and then looked at Tyrande aside.  Seeing the latter nodded slightly, the demon hunter spread his wings and slid from the mountainside like a bat to the formation of the two armies at the bottom of the mountain.  Stomping his feet heavily on the ground, facing tens of thousands of Alliance troops, Illidan shouted loudly and raised the Warblade of Azzinoth in his hand.  "You bastards of the alliance, you are asking for your own death! Who dares to fight me?!" 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