The huge wings of the hippogryph blew up the storm. The tired creature raised its head and stopped behind the front line of Mount Hyjal. General Shandris Feathermoon jumped off his mount and patted the hippogryph.
The beast's neck, behind her, a group of supporters also entered the night elf's base camp for the first time.
There is still some distance from the towering World Tree, but as long as you look back, you can see the huge plant towering into the clouds behind it. It is like the legendary Tower of Babel, with black branches reaching into the sky.
New branches are constantly branching out, like layers of greenery, and finally connect into one, covering an entire city-sized land.
The city of the night elves is located under the World Tree. In the green shade of the World Tree like a hanging forest, dots of elves are constantly swaying around the trunk and leaves. In this almost dawn light,
In the dark night, the glimmer of light emitted by that tree is like the most eye-catching beacon in the Hyjal Mountains.
"It... is so high..."
The young orcs had never seen such a fantastic scenery before. They all stood there dumbly. Thrall couldn't help but raise his head and tried to see the top of the World Tree, but he couldn't see it...unless he could grow a pair of
Wings that fly into the sky.
The moment the three old orcs entered this position, a special feeling arose in their hearts. They couldn't help but look to the other side, where the elven army was fighting fiercely with the demons on the hillside. They seemed to be trapped there.
On the mountain shrouded in evil flames, there was a special feeling calling them to go there.
That was the ceaseless warlikeness and rage surging in the hearts of these old orcs, the feeling of strength that kept pouring out of their bodies when they first drank demon blood decades ago. Those things that had been tormenting them for more than ten years,
The hunger and thirst planted deep in the soul like a parasite, and the demon blood that made them weak like a drug addiction, seemed to be relieved at this moment.
But this is not a good signal.
"It's there!"
The irritable Shatterhand Chief Kargath's breathing became heavy. He turned back to look at Kilrogg, Deadeye and Fenris. He gritted his teeth and said:
"I can feel it, it's there! The demon that gave us the demon blood...it's calling us."
"That's the source of all curses on orcs!"
Fenris pulled out his war spear from behind, took a deep breath, and a cold light flashed in his eyes:
"We must end it here! End this curse upon the orcs!"
"Bang"
The hunting stick in Kilrogg's hand hit the ground covered with moss and weeds, and he said viciously:
"Then what are we waiting for? Elves...we want to participate in this war!"
"Um?"
General Shandis Yuyue, who was talking to the elf commander on the front line, suddenly turned around and looked at the three old orcs exuding murderous aura. She blinked and asked curiously:
"Shouldn't you be looking for your warchief Orgrim?"
"No! If Orgrim were here, he would make the same decision!"
Fenris moved his shoulders like a soldier about to step onto the battlefield:
"We don't need you to arrange special tactics. We will enter the battlefield in our own way and let your soldiers not hinder us!"
"Little cubs, follow the elves to find Orgrim. This is our war, don't follow us!"
After saying that, the three old orcs rushed out of the position with swift movements that were completely inappropriate for their age. They rushed along the edge of the battlefield and soon disappeared at the forefront of the confrontation between elves and demons. Obviously, they had not yet
They are so arrogant that they fight head-on among thousands of armies. They want to use the form of assassins to assassinate the great demon commander at the center of the demon battle formation.
Namely...Malonos the Destroyer.
"I'm going to help the old men."
Garrosh was about to rush out with his battle axe, but was stopped by Thrall. The young orc looked at the direction where his fathers disappeared, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. After a moment, he turned to face the three people around him.
A companion said:
"Jolin, you and the elves go to find the warchief, Garrosh, and Dranosh. The three of us will go help the old men. Although they didn't say it explicitly, I can feel that what they want to do should be consistent with the people of the tribe.
The demonic blood in the body has something to do with it. This is a responsibility we cannot avoid. Wojin, you come with us. If things cannot be done, we may need your voodoo help."
Troll Shadow Hunter Vol'jin nodded, he turned around, took out some weird spellcasting materials from the backpack of the bat mount he was riding on, put them into the leather bag on his back, and then gestured to the others "
OK" gesture, after the young orcs were ready, and with an order from Shandis Yuyue, who took over the command, the three elven legions that had finished their rest began to quickly move to the front line.
At the same time, Yolin Deadeye also flew with a night elf commander on a hippogryph to the night elf's base camp under the World Tree.
At this moment, the frontline position of Mount Hyjal has entered a real state of deadly battle. Because of the temporary transfer of Miara Sunge, the demons took advantage of the empty front line to break through the first level of Mount Hyjal in one fell swoop.
, these beasts among the stars seized the best opportunity and completely collapsed the elven legions on both sides of the first front in just one hour. The second line of defense was somewhat unprepared to face the demons.
With excellent firepower, the elves will fight very hard.
However, the elves have the advantage of the terrain. They are the defenders on the upper level of the hillside. With the continuous support of the urgently mobilized ancient tree army and ballista troops, the second level of the front barely withstood the demon's attack, but this balance
And the defense is based on the huge casualties of the night elves.
In just over an hour, the number of night elves' soldiers lost far exceeded the number of elves killed in Felwood in the past two years. This shows the cruelty of this war.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz"
The tough and thick bow strings were constantly shaking, and the night elves' unique bird-wing crossbows were constantly being wound up. These huge beasts, similar to engineering tanks, fired the moon-shaped blades that were magnified five times at extremely high speeds.
The rotating sharp moon blade is terrifyingly destructive. Any demon standing in front of the blade, whether it is a strong demon guard or a ferocious demon dog, will be easily cut into two pieces.
The corrosive blood and corpses of dead demons almost piled up into a hill under the hillside, and a salvo of more than 40 ballistae lined up could often easily repel the demons' crazy raids, but even if
In this way, under such horrific massacre, the number of demons continued to increase unabated. After the demons broke through the defense line of the bird-winged ballistae, the elves could only rely on the huge ancient war trees and the ability to transform into giant bears.
The feral druids resisted the slashing swords of the demons.
The archers of the Sentinel Force continued to shoot deadly arrows, and demons were killed by arrows every minute and every second. However, the rate of fire of this ancient weapon was still too low, and it could not form enough firepower projection to kill the demons.
Stay away from your own lines.
Although the night elves were very brave and even almost fearless in encircling the base camp, according to the Dark Blade Legion's war model, the night elves still lacked destructive projectile firepower, and they were unable to reach their peak in a short period of time.
Eliminate threatening enemies, especially those that lack the terrifying fragmentation effect of gunpowder weapons. Although the straight-line damage of a bomb is not as good as that of the ancient and powerful bird-winged ballistae, the results when it explodes in a dense demonic formation are definitely
Much stronger than the bird-wing ballista.
The most important thing is that bombs are cheap disposable items, while using up one bird-wing ballista means the disappearance of a firepower point.
Anyone who knows about war knows that the most direct consequence of lack of firepower is that heroic soldiers have to rely on their fragile bodies to fight in close combat with arrogant and powerful demons who are not afraid of death. Such close combat is
It is a great test of a warrior's courage. One party will die, be injured, and suffer pain, while the other party's mind is filled with destruction. Injury will only make them more aggressive, and even if they die, their souls can return to the Twisting Nether.
The final result of the battle between armies must be self-evident.
This is also the most important reason why the Burning Legion is invincible... Demons are not afraid of sacrifice. They can destroy everything with the most terrifying numbers, but their opponents cannot. The first thing that will collapse in a head-on battle with the Demon Legion is the mortal warriors.
The will, and the collapse of the will will quickly make the entire mortal army lose their fighting spirit like the most terrible infectious disease. When the soldiers fight in fear, shameful defeat is the only result they can get.
Not to mention... when facing the elven civilization, the demons even have an advantage in military technology... Their fel artillery may not be as crazy as the number of artillery of the Dark Blade Legion, but it is definitely better than the night elves' birds.
There are much more winged ballistae.
"Boom boom boom boom"
Amid the wild laughter of Mannoroth the Destroyer, the Burning Legion's phalanx of fel artillery burst into flames. These cannons that used fel energy as their energy source had a weird appearance, like a demon with its mouth open, but when it was completed
When the cannons are charged with extremely destructive energy and are mixed with evil energy cores, and are thrown into the opponent's camp like a violent storm, anyone will feel the terror of these weird cannons.
The night elves should be fortunate that thanks to the World Tree taking root here, the space barrier here is very stable. Otherwise, they would most likely have to face a group of fel battleships belonging to the Burning Legion. For the night elves' current situation
At the level of civilization, those terrifying battleships with large-caliber annihilation cannons are almost synonymous with indestructibility.
The landing point of this volley of fel artillery was very treacherous. The roaring shells almost hit the night elves' firepower. In the blazing explosion of fel flames caused by the explosion of the shells, the bird-winged ballista troops suffered heavy damage.
The firepower point on the hillside was almost completely submerged by the surging tide of evil energy. The most terrifying thing was that the evil energy flames ignited the trunks of the ancient war trees from behind, and Mannoroth also took the opportunity to call several people from the sky.
Ten hellfire meteorites almost eliminated the most threatening part of the Night Elf forward at once.
"Boom Kaka"
The scene of the ancient war tree, whose whole body was ignited, collapsing, was horrifying. Without the protection of these big men, the entire archer unit of the Sentinel Legion was exposed to the devil's army.
"Go ahead! Tear them apart!"
The roar of Mannoroth the Destroyer resounded in the demonic camp. Under its terrifying pressure, the demons attacked across the board like crazy. For a time, the most advanced night elf warriors and druids were almost overwhelmed.
This noisy sea of demons was completely submerged, not even a splash could be found.
And at this most critical moment, a deep female voice echoed throughout the battlefield.
"The moonlight and stars are watching this land!"
Amidst the noisy rolling of the demon sea, a ray of silver moonlight suddenly appeared on the almost defeated battlefield. It was the high priest of the moon, Tyrande, riding on a white frostsaber.
Yufeng looked at the tragic battlefield in front of her, undisguised anger flashed in her eyes, and she raised her hands as if calling for some kind of power to come to the earth.
At this moment, the noisy sounds of the entire battlefield seemed to be suppressed. The powerful destroyer Mannoroth raised his head. In the eyes of this big demon, the starry sky shrouded by clouds above his head suddenly dispersed at this moment, and the bright stars in the dark curtain
The starlight began to sway endlessly due to some strange force, as if the entire galaxy was moving.
"The stars...fall!"
"Buzz"
The first ray of starlight pulled out a bright band of light in the night sky, just like a real meteor, it hit the chaotic battlefield in front of me under the guidance of Tyrande, then the second one, and the third one, almost just in front of me.
In the blink of an eye, the entire sky was filled with meteor showers with silver light bands. Each one was as big as a real meteorite. Every meteor falling to the ground would make this sacred land tremble.
The tide of evil energy that the demons rolled forward was stopped in place by the bombardment of meteorites falling from the sky. At the moment when this wave of the most terrifying stars in the moon god's magic ended, the entire hillside
The battlefield is covered with craters, like a pure land washed by a meteor shower.
This blow wiped out the entire sea of demons that had rushed up to the high ground, demonstrating the Moon God High Priest's unparalleled battlefield control, and making the great demon who was already confident of victory extremely angry.
"No! You damn witch!"
Mannoroth spurted out scorching flames from its nostrils, and the evil fire wrapped around its body crazily because of its anger, making it look like a moving volcano, dragging its huge
, like a halberd used by the statue, it charged madly upward along the ground covered with demon bones, the murderous intent and hatred in its eyes barely concealed.
"I'm going to kill you with my own hands!"
The Moon God High Priest, who had just released a wave of divine magic and was in a weak state, faced the charging Abyss Lord. She had no fear in her eyes. She took off the war bow from behind with her backhand, and at the moment she pulled the bow string,
A silver moonlight arrow appeared on the bowstring. The high priest had experienced the ancient war, and she knew very well the weakness of the terrible demon in front of her.
But just when Tyrande aimed at the hideous scar on Maronos's forehead, a fierce killing intent suddenly erupted in the shadows behind her, forcing the high priest to turn his bow to block it.
His posture blocked the two daggers, one red and one blue, thrust out from the shadow behind.
"Kill you, and the fraudster will definitely reward me for it."
The demon assassin Akali licked her chapped lips. The demon lord holding the legendary weapon stared closely at the weak high priest. She felt that she had a great advantage.
On the other side, Maronos's furious charge was also blocked by several uninvited guests who suddenly appeared.
"Bang"
The whistling hunting stick hit the abyss lord hard on the head, and the ferocious animal bones pulled out a tragic scar, while the strange, extremely toxin-smeared fist blade tore open the abyss lord's back.
A series of intersecting wounds were made, and finally a hunting war spear whizzed into the abyss lord's abdomen. Amidst the sound of the chain, the pain of the flesh and blood rewinding made the big demon under attack let out an earth-shattering roar.
It swung its body wildly and drove the sneak attackers out of the battle circle. The big demon stared at the three orcs in front of it with its triangular eyes, and it snorted:
"Who did I think...it turned out to be you bastards..."