Outside the Nagasaki Fortress.
Beside the rift in space-time.
Seeing that the offensive had completely stalled, the undead hero Kel'Thuzad could no longer contain his impatience and shouted:
"What the hell are you doing? Why are the lines holding the front of the fortress not moving?!"
"They have lost the protection of mechanical equipment and shields. With at most three charges, we can take their city walls!"
"And look at what your soldiers are doing now..."
"Besides aimlessly moving around, they are carelessly throwing out some ranged skills!"
"If we continue at this pace, when will we ever conquer the fortress?"
The elf hero Anruo laughed heartily:
"Ah, Brother Kel, that's where you're mistaken..."
"We are clearly making an urgent effort to suppress their firepower and fiercely contest for control of the battlefield..."
"How, in your words, does it become aimless inaction on the front lines?"
"One sentence completely negates the contributions of my front-line elven warriors. That's not how you play the big shot!"
"Do you think my tactical decisions are inadequate and are you here to offer advice?"
Hearing Anruo still quibbling, the blood race hero Dracula was so enraged he almost exploded:
"What nonsense are you talking about?!"
"Contesting for battlefield control? Contesting for what?! A hammer!"
"The entire front battlefield now, our allied forces are a disorganized mess..."
"Let alone coordinating to attack and capture territory, we can't even get close to their city walls!"
"Is this the result of your contest?"
"Are you being pinned down and beaten head-on, and is this your brilliant strategy?"
"With such tactical designs, I'm afraid we won't be able to break in even if the Kyushu Island sinks naturally!"
The orc hero Musaro, upon hearing this, immediately became displeased and interrupted Dracula:
"Old De, what kind of crap are you talking about!"
"Although the situation on our front battlefield isn't developing particularly brilliantly, things are indeed progressing in a positive direction..."
"How can such a large-scale war be rushed? Surely you haven't learned any military strategy, have you?"
"And what's the use of us just talking! Your flank support attacks aren't doing much better, are they?"
"Even if you fought a little more normally, and put a little more pressure on their fortress defenses, perhaps our frontal assault would have broken through directly!"
"Now you're just blaming the failure of the attack on us, absolving yourself completely..."
"Even a street punk wouldn't be this shameless!"
Stimulated by Musaro's crude language, Dracula was utterly furious and began to stomp his feet:
"What?! You're slacking off and not attacking on the front lines, openly violating our previous agreement, and you're trying to pin this on us?"
"Damn orcs, back in the New World, we should have captured all of you rude, impolite, and unprincipled wretches."
"It seems you've been living too comfortably and have forgotten the days when your entire race were slaves!"
Hearing Dracula bring up their past, Musaro, his face burning, grinned and drew the cleaver from his back:
"Oh? So, are you planning to make a move against our race then?"
"I warn you dirty bats, if you dare spout more nonsense here, I'll break your little duck wings!"
Dracula, who was already furious, could no longer tolerate Musaro's unrepentant demeanor upon seeing him.
He spread his wings to their maximum extent in the air, then lunged at Musaro with his sharp claws.
Musaro, who was already bristling with anger, wouldn't let Dracula strike first, and swung his cleaver towards his neck.
Judging by the unreserved force of their blows, it seemed they were genuinely aiming to kill each other...
"Enough!"
Kel'Thuzad, already in a foul mood, seeing the two of them resorting to violence at the slightest disagreement, became even more enraged. He conjured several frost chains from the air, binding all four of their limbs from front and back.
To be honest, the strength of these four individuals was roughly equal, Kel'Thuzad wasn't using any particularly powerful magic, and he was fighting two against one.
If these two wanted to break free and continue their fight, it would have been no pressure at all.
However, they didn't do so, and instead stopped their movements under the restraint of the frost chains, as if they were truly being held by Kel'Thuzad.
These two damn scoundrels!
Kel'Thuzad cursed Dracula and Musaro to the heavens in his heart.
These two idiots were clearly waiting for him to provide them with an excuse to back down! They never intended to fight in the first place!
Now that he had intervened, it made him seem like he owed them a favor, as if they had deliberately put him in this position...
However, Kel'Thuzad was also a ruthless individual. He had already made his decision in his heart.
If these two dared to ask for a favor regarding this matter in the future, he would personally lop off their heads!
They really thought he was easy to bully and wanted him to swallow this bitter pill? What a pipe dream!
In contrast to Kel'Thuzad's menacing expression, Anruo's face was illuminated by what seemed to be the most radiant smile in the world:
"Oh dear, no need to fight! What's the big deal?"
"It's just a simple matter of offense, isn't it? If all four of us put in a little effort, we'll finish it!"
"This fortress is already on its last legs, and the disparity in our forces is immense..."
"As long as we cooperate wholeheartedly, there's no way we can't take it!"
"That person has set a time limit for our mission, and to be safe, we shouldn't delay here too long..."
"What do the three of you think?"
To everyone's surprise, these three heroes, who had been on the verge of a fight, all nodded in agreement with Anruo's proposal.
Anruo was not surprised by this.
Because according to the script, the conflicting parties and the peacemaker had now appeared, and only he, the mediator, was missing.
The extremely astute Anruo knew what role was needed at this moment, and immediately stepped forward to voice it.
After all, these four individuals, each with their own hidden agendas, had all been thinking of contributing as little as possible, which was why the battle had become like this.
Otherwise, how could the current defensive strength of Nagasaki Fortress be so easily sustained?
But dragging it out indefinitely was also not an option, so they had to escalate the conflict first, and then clearly resolve it...
The four old foxes, who all understood the situation, had indeed, through this kind of tacit understanding, advanced their offensive plan by a significant step.
However, at this moment, countless black soul armors were already drifting above Nagasaki Fortress...