Azeroth: Starting with Eagle Eye in the Necropolis

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But there were just too many undead. As soon as the undead in the front fell, the ones in the back immediately took their place, advancing without fear.

The Scourge's vanguard finally crashed into the Alliance's defenses, their rotting bodies clashing violently against their gleaming armor with a sickening sound.

The paladins shouted the name of the Holy Light, and their warhammers shone with divine light, shattering the charging undead into pieces.

"Hold the line! For the Alliance!" a human commander shouted, his longsword cleaving through a skeleton warrior.

In the air, the gargoyle swarm swooped down, heading straight for the mage's position. But at that moment, two golden figures soared into the sky—the Archangel of Light spread his wings, his holy sword drawing a dazzling trajectory, instantly cleaving more than a dozen gargoyles in two.

Rhode summoned a dozen or so fire phoenixes that also took to the air, spewing terrifying flames from their mouths. The undead scourge in the sky gained no advantage whatsoever.

If you want to obtain the Sky, you'll have to take down the Archangel of Holy Light and all the Fire Phoenixes and Holy Fire Phoenixes first.

"The phoenix has arrived!" cheers erupted from the soldiers.

Caponia rode the sacred phoenix across the battlefield, scorching flames raining down from its wings, turning the undead on the ground into ashes with screams in the holy fire.

Rhodes stood on high ground, calmly observing the battle. When he saw a group of Abominations break through the left flank of the defense, he immediately raised his hand to cast a spell.

"Rapid Fireball Technique!"

Three enormous fireballs roared out, striking the bloated monsters precisely. The explosions ripped their massive bodies to pieces, scattering green entrails and rotting flesh everywhere.

Standing beside Rhodes, Jaina was not to be outdone. She raised her staff and chanted a complex incantation. Moments later, the temperature in the central area of ​​the undead army suddenly plummeted, and countless ice spikes rained down from the sky, pinning large numbers of undead to the ground—it was her signature blizzard spell.

The battle was fierce but one-sided. Rhodes's pre-cast buffs greatly increased the strength of the Alliance soldiers, while the undead were hampered by the negative magic, making their attacks weak and ineffective.

"My Holy Light!" a human soldier exclaimed.

In the sky, the Holy Phoenix let out a clear, long cry, its wings spreading wide, showering the earth with endless light and heat. Like a small sun, it charged towards the rear of the undead army, its target the spellcasting liches and death knights.

Wherever the Holy Fire Phoenix passed, the undead melted away like ice and snow. Its light had an amazing restraining effect on the undead, and low-level undead were turned to ashes before they could even get close.

The shock that the Holy Phoenix brought to everyone was even greater than that of the two Archangels of Light. After all, the Holy Phoenix was much larger and its impact far surpassed that of the angels.

Two death knights spurred their skeletal warhorses to try and intercept them, but the Holy Fire Phoenix simply flapped its wings, and a storm of holy flames engulfed them.

"Impossible! What kind of creature is this?" A lich retreated in terror, attempting to cast a defensive spell.

Rhodes seized the opportunity and raised his sword high: "All troops, attack! For the glory of Lordaeron! Annihilate the undead!"

The Alliance army roared and launched a full-scale counterattack. Paladins led the charge, their swords gleaming with holy light; dwarven musketeers advanced and fired with unerring accuracy; blood elves and human mages poured out their magic, clearing away swarms of undead.

The Holy Phoenix hovered over the battlefield, sometimes swooping down to tear apart powerful undead units, while the Archangel of Light would sometimes shower down holy light to heal wounded soldiers. Its presence greatly boosted the morale of the Alliance.

The battle was fierce but one-sided. Rhodes's pre-cast buff magic greatly increased the strength of the Alliance soldiers, while the undead were hampered by the negative magic, making their attacks weak and ineffective.

What's more, there's a horde of incredibly powerful elemental creatures wreaking havoc, while the humans have a large number of mage troops providing support.

Even now, a miracle has occurred: so far, not a single human soldier, or even a single Alliance soldier, has died in battle.

The enhancements Rhodes brought to everyone were so immense that ordinary zombies, skeletons, and even ghouls couldn't break through the human soldiers' defenses at all; the combination of the protective shield and the stone skin was just that monstrous.

"Kill! Kill!"

"The time for revenge has come, brothers, now is the time."

Victory is within reach.

The allied forces swung their weapons wildly, felling one undead creature after another, and the scales of victory began to tip in favor of humanity.

"It seems I don't need to use all my trump cards," Rhodes thought. He had originally prepared more powerful magic, but now it seemed the situation was under control.

At this point, Rhodes was ready to rack up points. He stood in the most conspicuous spot and kept using the magic arrows with the lowest cost to accurately strike hero units.

They were targeting Death Knights or Liches.

Chapter 192 A Great Victory! Illidan's Operation

The undead army was quickly routed by the Alliance's overwhelming offensive. Low-level skeletons and zombies fell in droves, turning into nothing more than bones and bits of flesh.

The Abomination's massive body collapsed under the concentrated attacks of the paladins and the precise shots of the dwarven musketeers. The gargoyles were wiped out by the Archangel of Light and the fire phoenix, and the few that managed to escape were shot down by the mages' arcane missiles.

Behind the battlefield, the lich commanding the undead legion, seeing the situation was dire, began chanting powerful ice spells, attempting to freeze the entire battlefield and buy time for retreat.

The icy chill spread rapidly from its center, thick frost formed on the ground, and the Alliance soldiers' movements became noticeably slower.

"Don't even think about succeeding!" Rhodes snorted coldly. He had already noticed the threat. Instead of using offensive magic, he quickly cast a water control spell. This spell was very effective in defending against ice and water magic, and using it at this moment was the most effective.

As Rhodes had predicted, the water manipulation technique helped the Alliance soldiers resist the frost magic effectively, directly removing its effects.

At the same time, Rhodes shouted, "Prince Kael'thas, Jaina! Interrupt that lich's spellcasting! Kaponya, Phoenix, Archangel of Light, purify it!"

Almost at the same time Rhodes issued the order, the arcane energy that Kael'thas had gathered in his hands and the powerful counterspell that Jaina had unleashed roared out and accurately struck the lich.

The combined spells of two of the most powerful mages in Azeroth had an unpredictable counter-effect; the lich's chanting abruptly stopped, and he suffered a severe magical backlash.

His body began to stagger. He didn't know why, but this time when he was casting a spell, he felt a sense of misfortune clinging to him. A black aura emanated from the undead, and at the same time, a golden lucky symbol appeared, which was the effect of reducing luck by one.

At that very moment, the Holy Phoenix let out an even louder, more sacred and majestic cry. Its light and flames surged, and it swooped down like a real sun, its target the lich who was momentarily stunned.

"No—!" The lich only had time to let out a desperate roar before being completely engulfed by endless golden-white holy flames. Holy light is deadly poison to the undead, and the holy fire, which combines the phoenix flames and the energy of the Sunwell, is its nemesis.

The lich's ice shield was torn apart like paper, and its body rapidly melted and vaporized in the holy flames, along with its phylactery (if it had been with it at the moment), which was reduced to nothingness in the extreme light and heat.

The remaining Death Knights were also slain one by one by the Archangel of Light. These Death Knights were incredibly lethal to ordinary soldiers, but they were much less effective against the Archangel of Light.

Their runic magic swords seemed so pale and powerless before the blazing holy light of the Archangel of Light, and their anti-magic shields and blood shields quickly dissipated in the face of the scorching holy light.

The Death Knights tried to retaliate with all sorts of spells—the power of ice, the power of blood, the power of evil—but without exception, none of them were effective against the absolute power of the Archangel of Light.

Amidst screams of agony, the Death Knights were purified by the holy light and vanished completely, utterly cleansed.

In the storyline, level 7 units are even more powerful than heroes, not to mention that the Archangel of Light is upgraded and can even take on some high-level Burning Legion demon commanders one-on-one.

A large number of Death Knights were wiped out by the Archangel of Light, and Rhodes's Thunderbolt also accurately killed several powerful Death Knights; no one could withstand the more than 400 points of damage.

The death of their leader became the final straw that broke the camel's back for the undead army. Without unified command and magical support, the remaining undead creatures descended into chaos, instinctively scattering and fleeing, even attacking each other.

The Scourge seems to have fallen into some kind of chaos, and has even lost complete command. The reason why the Scourge soldiers were obedient before was because there were some high-ranking undead in command.

However, these high-ranking liches and death knights have now been eliminated by Rhodes and others, and the Lich King is under attack from Illidan, so most of the undead have lost control.

"Pursue! Clear the battlefield, leave no one alive! Kill all these undead!" Rhodes decisively ordered.

He knew he couldn't be lenient with these Scourge legions; any oversight could become a new threat, as these guys could become sources of infection.

Some civilians are easily infected by the plague of the Scourge and then join the army of skeletons or zombies.

"You have heard the Regent's order, brothers, attack!"

"Hahaha, let's get rid of these undead."

"Today's victory belongs to us."

"Warriors of the League, purify this evil."

The Alliance soldiers, their morale soaring, pressed their advantage, clearing out the remaining undead. The holy light of the paladins, the blades of the warriors, the muskets of the dwarves, the magic of the mages, and the flames of the elemental creatures and the phoenixes combined to create a one-sided massacre of the undead Scourge.

The undead creatures were powerless to resist, and the attack looked somewhat comical. Rhode even summoned some holy light elements to act as priests.

Even if they suffer some injuries, they will receive immediate treatment, and if they are accidentally killed, the Holy Angel has the ability to resurrect.

The battle was drawing to a close, and when the last skeleton was smashed to pieces by the paladin's warhammer, only burning undead remains and the lingering smell of burning flesh remained on the battlefield.

Sunlight pierced the gloom over Silverpine Forest, illuminating the land that had just witnessed a bloody battle. Alliance soldiers stood amidst the corpses of the undead, erupting in deafening cheers.

"victory!!"

"Long live Lordaeron!"

"Long live the Regent!"

The soldiers waved their weapons and embraced each other excitedly. Many of them had tears in their eyes. This was the first time they had achieved such a complete and glorious victory since the natural disaster struck, and it was with almost zero casualties!

Although they had won some battles before, they had all paid a heavy price. But this time, under the leadership of the great regent, they achieved a complete victory.

Generals from all races gathered around Rhodes, their faces filled with incredible excitement and heartfelt admiration. Among them were humans, dwarves, gnomes, and elves.

At this moment, Rhodes's reputation was finally elevated to its peak. Only by demonstrating his strength on the battlefield could he gain the army's recognition, which was also the best and fastest way to gain the soldiers' approval.

"A glorious victory, Regent Rhodes!" Prince Kael'thas bowed gracefully, his eyes gleaming with admiration for the power and the masterful command. "Your magic and strategy are truly breathtaking."

"Haha! That was a great fight! Those skeletons were no match for us!" The dwarf commander wiped the green blood foam off his beard (it was unclear which undead had splattered it there).

Excitedly pounding on Rhodes' arm armor, which made Rhodes' face stiffen. "Please, you damn dwarf, go wash it clean for me. It's all green, and the blood stinks."

Jaina walked to Rhodes' side, looked at him gently and proudly, and whispered, "You did it, Rhodes. You gave them hope again. You are an excellent leader."

"Who do you think I am? I'm your man." Rhode smiled and pulled his mage husband into his arms, making Caponia, who wanted to hug Rhode, feel a little awkward. Oh well, let's keep our relationship a secret for now!

It is said that during the Second World War, many female elves gave birth to illegitimate children with humans, including this female mage's twin sister.

Even the usually aloof Maiev Shadowsong nodded slightly, acknowledging the outcome of the battle. "An efficient massacre. It seems you do indeed know a lot about these undead."

“Rhodes, please lead us in this battle,” Kael'thas stepped forward and bowed.

Rhodes looked around at the excited faces of the soldiers and the convinced eyes of the generals. He understood that after this battle, his prestige in the Allied Army had been firmly established and no one could shake it.

This army was truly in his grasp.

"This is just the beginning." Rhodes' voice was calm yet powerful, echoing throughout the surroundings. "We have cleansed this place of its filth, but the homeland of Lordaeron is still littered with strongholds of the undead. After a day of rest, tomorrow we will march east—our ultimate goal is to reclaim the royal city of Lordaeron!"

"Reclaim Lordaeron!"

"Reclaim Lordaeron!"

The thunderous slogans rang out once again, filled with unprecedented confidence and determination. Under Rhodes' leadership, a brand-new, united, and powerful alliance army was marching proudly toward the road to reclaiming their homeland.

Meanwhile, in the distance, in a dark corner of the ruins of Dalaran, a barely perceptible fluctuation of fel energy quietly faded away. Illidan Stormrage might be carrying out his dangerous ritual somewhere, using the power of the Eye of Sargeras to mobilize other Naga mages to assist in the ritual and bombard the Frozen Throne from a distance.

The Lich King in Northrend suffered an unimaginable blow; terrifying fel energy bombarded him, affecting even Icecrown Glacier.

This terrifying fel energy startled the Lich King. Could it be that the Burning Legion's revenge was coming so quickly?

"It's almost over. The Lich King is doomed, the Scourge is doomed, and the Burning Legion is doomed too," Illidan muttered to himself as he manipulated magic.

“Lord Illidan, I have gone to find allies for you as you commanded. I have brought you a powerful orc who is willing to serve you.” Vashj led an old orc dressed in a warlock’s uniform into Illidan’s ritual room.

The old orc in front of me is none other than Darkthul, the spy sent by Rhodes.

Chapter 193 The Demon Hunters' New Ally, Bombing the Frozen Throne

Not long ago, atop the Frozen Throne, the Lich King Ner'zhul's consciousness was enduring an unimaginable shock. It wasn't a physical attack, but rather a violent and malevolent magical energy that was frantically assaulting the ice and armor binding his soul across endless space, attempting to tear apart his spiritual link with the Scourge.