Chapter 1667 Bastard, What Are You Doing? (Second Update)

"Hey! Did you finally find out? It's too late, Duke Marcus!" Malygos' gloomy voice came from below: "That's right, it makes you so happy to station troops on the edge of our territory! Kill! Losing a group of new allied hero-level warriors will probably give you a little heartache!"

After Malygos finished speaking, all the top leaders of the coalition forces, including Duke, felt like they had toothache.

What a mess!

Duke couldn't accuse Malygos of "having lost his integrity to such an extent" because the former Blue Dragon King did the same thing that Duke wanted to do after the spring began - weaken the enemy. war potential.

Malygos only came to contain Duke.

Huge and thick ice blocks the connection between the bottom of the cave and the outside world.

The frost element, which Malygos dominates there, even excludes arcane elements from entering, let alone opening the portal.

Even if Duke wanted to save him, he couldn't save Nahawk and the others.

Almost at the same time, calls for help rang out from everywhere in Duke's magic messaging network - the entire Allied front surrounding the Icecrown Glacier region came out with reports of being raided by the Scourge.

Most of them were raided by a group of gargoyles called [Fortress Watchers]. These dark magical creatures with the ability to fly at high speeds used the violent wind and snow as cover to directly cross the frontline defensive airspace and surprise attack on the second line of allied positions.

Not only that, countless ice bridges extend from the cliffs in the Icecap Glacier area, forming grooves similar to slides. The abominable Stitch Monster, sewn from more than ten corpses, flew directly to various alliance positions along these ice slides.

Directly launching a big fat guy like Abomination in the form of an air strike, forcing the coalition forces to engage in close combat. Based on this alone, Alsace's raid can be regarded as a great success.

"Counterattack! Counterattack! Push the enemy back!" Even though the alliance commanders roared at the top of their lungs.

In the severe blizzard weather deliberately condensed in Alsace, where it was almost impossible to see anything five meters away, queues were a complete luxury. Fortunately, the alliance's communication system was supported by the magic network and was not destroyed, otherwise the situation might become even worse.

Even so, forced to fight a close hand-to-hand battle, it is conceivable that the losses of the coalition forces this time will not be burned.

Even though his face was livid, the words squeezed out from Duke's teeth were still words of admiration for the enemy: "Alsace, well done!"

There was a tremor on the alliance position.

"We can't hold it any longer!" some Union soldiers shouted.

The alliance commanders shouted at the top of their lungs amidst the roar of the wind: "Retreat! Everyone retreat!"

"No! We won't leave! For the honor of the alliance!" As soon as the leading recruit finished speaking, he was slapped by his commander.

"Idiot! If they all die here, they will all become undead, which will in turn increase the burden on the alliance in the future! Harm your comrades! Let's go! Let's all go! Don't stop the queen! You can run as much as you can!" The alliance second lieutenant! Ordered fiercely.

"What about you, sir?" The recruit was a little confused.

"Someone must collect the bodies of our brothers."

"Collect the corpse?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Get out of here! Don't get in the way here!" The alliance second lieutenant kicked the recruits on the butt, scolded and hit them, and drove them away.

Watching the new recruits disappear into the snow and wind behind them, the Alliance second lieutenant lit a cigarette with a windproof lighter, but unfortunately it went out again.

"Alas, brothers..." In front of him, many shaky figures appeared. Each of them was wearing shining silver armor, with the lion's head pattern on the blue background and gold edge, which was so conspicuous. However, these once extremely familiar faces have become extremely ferocious.

Some were missing half of their faces, some had their heads hanging down because half of their throats had been bitten off, and some even had missing limbs and could only crawl on the ground dragging their broken half, leaving long and shocking bloodstains.

In front of the magic transmitter, the Alliance second lieutenant picked up the microphone: "Hey! Second Lieutenant John Garner from the frontline N567 position calls the Mountain Eagle."

"Shan Ying heard it, N567 please speak!" The portrait of a female alliance soldier lit up in the magic mirror.

"The N567 position has been lost. I asked the last batch of soldiers to evacuate. I am the last living person on this position. If you don't want this place to become a paradise for the undead, please fire on me as soon as possible."

The Alliance girl was stunned for a long time before she answered with a trembling voice: "Shan Ying understands... Lieutenant Ganal, do you have any last words?"

"Long live the Alliance!" After saying this softly, the Alliance second lieutenant, who was not much older than the recruit, was torn apart by his former comrade and dragged back.

The female soldier saw from beginning to end that there was a faint smile on the face of the Alliance second lieutenant until the last moment.

Three minutes later, a violent rumbling sounded from the artillery position behind the N567 position. The violent artillery fire instantly flooded the entire position, disintegrating all the humanoid objects on the entire position into parts...

At this moment, Duke's heart was filled with turmoil and ups and downs. The league has not suffered such a loss for a long, long time. Relying on the memory of 'history', the Alliance's battles have always been successful.

Compared with the results achieved, the losses are almost negligible.

This made Duke, and even the entire league, involuntarily enter a state of almost blind optimism.

Alsace taught them a good lesson today.

Duke didn't know how many soldiers would be lost in this raid, but it was definitely over 10,000.

This was the largest single battle loss since Duke took over as commander of the alliance.

It's not a serious injury, but it's definitely enough to be written into the history of the war for all Alliance members to remember and learn from.

"Did you get slapped in the face?" Duke smiled bitterly.

Onyxia is here, burning the thick ice with her ultra-high temperature [deep breath].

Coupled with Duke's fire magic, this is only slightly better than Malygos.

The ice in the pit of the arena is decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. However, everyone knows that at this pace, by the time they force Malygos to escape, the Alliance warriors below, led by Milhouse, will already be dead. It's all cold.

Duke even foresaw that when they reached the bottom of the pit, they might not even be able to collect the corpses.

With Alsace's vengeful nature, he will definitely turn these warriors into undead, and after strengthening them, they will put them in Icecrown Citadel to wait for the arrival of the coalition forces.

Maybe, there will be another lich named Milhouse*Mana Storm...

Just when Duke was having some random thoughts, suddenly a shrill scream came from under the ice.

"Asshole! What are you doing? Who are you? Ah——"