strokinit Chapter 497 The Horn Of Resistance!
Chapter 497 The Horn Of Resistance!
The alliance lost.
It's not a local war, or the failure of a certain war, but a big defeat on the frontal battlefield!
More than a billion alliance troops formed a super-scale front that was defeated across the board, and the casualty rate reached a terrifying 70%.
Before that, there was no sign of this big defeat.
The alliance is fierce and victorious, and the southern theater regained nearly one-fifth of its territory in just over a month.
Just when everyone thought that the alliance would take advantage of the situation to take down the Scourge, an accident happened.
Huge frost dragons swept through the dark clouds and rushed straight down from the extremely cold sky, smashing the formation of the alliance army into pieces.
When the alliance army wanted to organize an offensive counterattack, it was already too late.
Not only because of the sudden arrival of the Frost Dragon, but also because the strength of these bone dragons is beyond everyone's imagination.
All of them are super powerhouses, and their strength is also among the best among super powers.
The sky was full of frost, accompanied by the deep dragon's roar.
Blood and limbs.
Roaring and screaming.
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In the face of absolute strength, the battle line formed by an alliance army of more than one billion is as fragile as paper.
With a light poke, it was broken.
Any resistance is futile.
The Union fighters fled under such desperate circumstances.
They didn't even have time to collect and dispose of the corpses of their companions, so they could only flee.
That being the case, there are very few who can escape from the southern theater alive.
More than one billion Alliance fighters have been reduced to the "fertilizer" of the land, and they have even become the materials for the Scourge.
Such a fiasco made it completely unacceptable within the league.
A few days later, after counting the players with technical analysis, they came up with a statistic that made the alliance players even more desperate.
The Frost Dragon that descended this time is the weakest in the mid-level super rank, and the strongest is the peak of the super rank, comparable to the strength of a high-ranking race king.
And there are hundreds of thousands of such frost dragons.
Do you want to say that there are 100,000 superpowers in the alliance?
Maybe there are, after all the backgrounds of the major races are extraordinary.
But no race is willing to put all the superpowers on the battlefield, that is the foundation of their foothold in the endless continent.
Even if all races are willing, the strength of the 100,000 frost dragons is not mixed with water.
Put the two sides on the same stage to fight to the end, and the latter must win in the end.
So, no solution!
The huge gap between the two sides made the entire alliance despair, and many players even broke down and cried, thinking that the alliance would definitely lose.
Even the upper echelons of the alliance looked like they were defeated. On the council, the councilors were full of momentum some time ago, but now all the members sat in their positions with gloomy faces, and no one spoke.
Among them, many high-ranking members even looked ashamed and despaired.
In this battle, many high-ranking races also showed their combat power at the bottom of the box, but the final outcome was like this.
After this battle, many high-ranking races lost most of their top combat power, and there is a high probability that they will not be able to maintain the qualifications of high-ranking races, and even the qualifications of middle-ranking races need to be worked on.
But none of that matters anymore.
It took them more than a month and countless troops to regain the territory, but it was seized again by the Scourge in just a few days.
Not only that, the front of the Scourge Legion has greatly advanced to the west of the Endless Continent, and the territory it occupies has increased by nearly one-tenth compared to before the start of the war.
Don't underestimate the tithe.
This represents the total extinction of dozens of species.
Moreover, the Scourge Corps confiscated one billion corpses in this war. As long as they consume these corpses, their strength will skyrocket.
Under the ebb and flow, even if the alliance can gather more troops, it will be futile.
The 100,000 Frost Dragons of the Scourge Legion are like a huge mountain, standing on the alliance's head, and may press down heavily at any time and destroy everything.
The Titan King, who was defiant in the past, lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking about.
If anyone among them has bright eyes and has not completely lost their fighting spirit, it is the dwarf king.
The number of blacksmiths lost by the dwarves this time is not much less than other races.
As a logistics force in the army, many dwarf players followed most of them to the frontline battlefield.
When the army was defeated, these blacksmiths were not like combat professional players. Almost all of them fell on the battlefield, and there were very few blacksmiths who could come back alive.
The dwarf king patted the table and shouted: "Look at you, what do you look like?"
"You are all the backbone of the alliance. Even if you have lost confidence, what hope does the alliance have?"
A high-ranking race king let out a cold snort with his nose, and muttered: "The current situation is only useful if you have confidence? The elite of the alliance has been wiped out. Where can we find any hope? Is it true? Expect a miracle to happen?"
The dwarf king glared at the man: "Then according to what you said, let's just give up the Tower of God to Guskidan, and give a shit!"
Not to be outdone, the king raised his head and shouted: "Yes, what a fart! The alliance army of more than one billion has been killed and fled, and more than one hundred thousand super bone dragons, we will sacrifice our lives It's just adding a little more 'material' to the opponent!"
"In my opinion, we might as well bow down to Guskidan!"
The dwarf king was so angry that his hands trembled.
In normal times, how could the kings of ordinary high-ranking races be so disrespectful to him.
Right now everyone thinks that the alliance is bound to lose, so there is no mood to care about other things.
The dwarf king said angrily: "You want to be someone else's dog, do you think others agree? The Scourge only recruits undead!"
This is true.
Although the Scourge has fanatical believers in the endless continent.
But that was for business expansion. To become a cadre or member of the Scourge, the first thing was to declare to Guskidan that he would be forever loyal to him, and that he had to be reincarnated as an undead race.
Not all undead are skeletons, but the reincarnation of undead means that one must give up one's race and everything one believes in.
For the kings of these high-ranking races, how could this be acceptable.
Even if one is greedy for life and afraid of death, it is impossible to accept one's reincarnation as an undead.
Therefore, there is no possibility of peace talks between the Alliance and the Scourge, unless you die, I die!
Seeing that the king bowed his head and remained silent, the dwarf king looked around and asked again, "What about Azrael? As a permanent high-ranking member, he hasn't even shown his face yet?"
"Don't forget that she proposed this battle first!"
As soon as the words fell, there was a "bang" from the door, and a pair of noble and gorgeous metallic wings appeared on everyone, and the gorgeous magic power corridor flowed slowly above it, containing endless magic power.
Who is it if it’s not Azrael?
I saw that there was no trace of dejection in her expression, but the brightness remained the same.
"Everyone, the support of the gods has arrived, and it's time for us to blow the horn of formal resistance!"