Shen Chen was in the center of several legion guards, and the members of the Hall of Fame did not step forward to fight with the player team to snatch this wave of "resource" beasts that had thrown themselves into the trap.

"President, you must have looked down upon this small gain." Sister Luoluo smiled at the side, squinting and looking into the distance, "If these legions are not mobilized, it seems that behind the scenes I’m afraid people won’t take action anymore.”

Shen Chen silently sensed the churning shadow magic in the distance. Those guys were still waiting. As for whether the Hall of Fame looked down upon the group of beasts in front of him, he explained: "We are now representatives of the Heart of Order, and we must match the image of past players. It makes a difference, especially in front of our allies."

"Waiting quietly, the only thing that can make me give up any interests is greater goals and interests."

The battle is still fierce from the front, but the center of this team remains motionless. The madness and strengthening of the beast army have indeed caused a lot of pressure and damage to the players; but enough benefits have made them not afraid of death.

The battle lasted for nearly an hour, and at this time, the Twilight Sect's back-up force finally arrived.

Geba, the wild boar shaman in Hope Plains, his body has been covered by thick black carapace-like armor. In the middle of the armor's chest and top of his head, a scarlet eyeball is rotating.

It was an accessory that once belonged to it, but now this eyeball has become the owner of this body. He is even trying to seize the leadership of the quilboar people in Razorfen. He has already half succeeded, at least, with the quilboar people who came to hunt today. , has completely become his subordinate.

Deathspeaker Jagbar, Earthcaller Hamuga and Agatheros, these three leaders of the Razor Highlands, were once loyal men of Kagar; they have betrayed their former priests and chieftains.

They were each given different powers by corruption, and all grew into legendary level one corrupted monsters!

Looking at the orderly human camps and convoys, the wild boar people hesitated on the edge of the cliff, "This may be a trap, do we still want to launch an attack?"

Jagba stared at the evil eye. He was indeed attracted by strength and power, and he was also wary of human threats. However, he had not yet succumbed to the power of the ancient gods. What he needed was the growth of the tribe and his own strength. , instead of losing his life in vain in the conspiracy!

"You will get fresher flesh and blood essence. The master can make the generals of the Zerg Empire become existences that can rival the giant dragon. You also have the same potential!" Geba replied.

"If you are not willing to make sacrifices..." he said with a smile, "the alliance's army has landed on Kalimdor. When they defeat the master and disperse his power again, Razor Highlands will bear the brunt. Become the next victim of the so-called order.”

"At that time, your people will not be crushed by the human army like this sacrificial tribe, becoming delicacies on their tables and prey for them to sew their furs."

These wild boar people all know this, so they betrayed Kagar and were gathered around this evil eye.

"Woo!"

The horn of attack was sounded, and a fountain of blood was rushed into the sky. Driven by the airflow, it turned into a blood mist, and a layer of corrupted armor condensed on the body of the wild boar.

"Kill all the humans in front of you, devour their flesh and blood, and awaken your power!"

This thin layer of armor makes the wild boar man's body, especially his muscles, swell up, making him as concave and convex as a bodybuilding champion.

It slowly hardened, and then there were tentacles under the armor, wrapping the body and piercing deeply into the blood vessels; then, on the raised parts of the body, some scarlet eyes slowly opened, revealing a bloodthirsty look.

light.

Then, the wild boar people began to feel the hunger deep in their souls. Their strength now came from their own flesh and soul. This kind of extraction could not last long, but the wild boar people had felt strong and never wanted to go back to being weak.

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They fell directly from the high cliff, and in front of them was the camp of the newly built 16th Legion of the Kingdom of Stormwind. This was a heavy infantry legion, prepared to face the charge of the endless insect army.

They faced the test early.

The quilboar held a flail, and driven by bloodthirsty desire, he swung this heavy weapon with astonishing power and momentum. Even a frontal hit on the front armor of the steam tank might create a groove.

The diamond-level legionnaires were clearly at a disadvantage when facing the more powerful Wild Boars; but they were a full-array legion, and with the support of the back-row soldiers, they could not retreat even half a step!

"roar."

A quilboar's stainless steel shield was smashed, and the flail crushed the head of a human warrior. Blood spattered and fell on the quilboar's bloody armor.

I saw the armor squirming, as if it had countless bloody mouths, waiting for food.

After eating this mouthful of blood, the wild boar man became obviously more violent. One blow, two blows, and another blow tore the body of the warrior in front of him into pieces.

The smell of blood filled the sky from the front of the battle, and the shock wave of the wild boars began to crush the frontal defense of the Sixteenth Legion.

"Buzz--" This is the sound of arrow strings trembling. The four legions, plus countless hall-of-fame hunters and demon hunters, arrows form a wave from all directions, with a scene like falling meteors and stars cracking the sky.

The arcane energy carried by the arrows was enough to tear through the protection of the primary flesh and blood armor, leaving a bloodstain on the wild boar man's swollen body.

This is a wave of marker shots.

Then, the magic power of the mage group quickly condensed, and pyrotechnic fireballs the size of a sun disk were quickly projected towards the front line of the wild boar attack!

Not only that, the earth vines woven by the shamans passed under the feet of the Sixteenth Legion and suddenly emerged from the ground.

The flesh and blood of the wild boars were churning, and they were torn apart by spells, just like the land that had been rolled over by large-caliber artillery fire, leaving behind a bloody residue.

But this did not make the crazy wild boar people flinch. On the contrary, the blood on the ground inspired their fighting spirit and strength.

You can vaguely feel that the flesh and blood armor absorbs the magic essence pouring out of the flesh and blood from the footsteps, like the roots of a big tree, "gurgling", thickening the armor on your body, making it harder and more resilient.

The next wave of spell attacks arrived as scheduled, but it was obvious that the effect was not as good as before. At this time, a large number of wild boars scattered on the field had advanced to the master level or even the peak. If they continue to fight like this, there will even be legends.

Power appears on the battlefield!

This is the result of the three-party collaboration of the Ancient God, the Evil God, and the Nightmare Force. The intervention of the heroes and inheritance forces has made the alliance increasingly difficult to deal with. These evil forces do not deal with each other, but sometimes cooperation is necessary.

Shen Chen and the legends in the alliance army still remained untouched. The reinforced armor greatly increased the impact of the wild boars. However, the soldiers of the Stormwind Kingdom were all elites who had survived from the battlefields of Redridge Mountain against orcs and lava elemental creatures.

Despite the new formation of this legion, Ironforge provides new armor, Spear of Order provides war equipment, and Dalaran provides new heavy armored regiments enhanced with enchantments and potions.

In the dense array, the Paladins began to pray to the Holy Light. Layers of golden light dyed the warriors' armor golden yellow. They faced heavy blows, fragmentation and even death without even a trace of frown. This was protection. Order and holy war.

When all the soldiers in the legion believe in the Holy Light, even if they do not become paladins, their will to fight is as strong as steel.

The charge of the wild boars, in front of the dense array, was like a tide on the embankment, being pushed back in waves.

The wild boars had to throw down the second card. The wild boar shamans, leading a group of shooters, began to throw new curse enhancements and shadow magic onto the battlefield from both sides of the cliff.

A domain spell called [Rotten Land] began to be cast on this yellow land, and of course, it has been dyed red.

The blood was absorbed by the armor, but the remaining dried and rotten pieces of flesh were like a carpet of meat spread on the ground, and began to emit a strange and disgusting smell.
Chapter completed!