The Alliance troops on the battlefield retreated like a tide after killing the ghoul troops.
Not procrastinating?
No, this is simply the art of killing.
A thousand people go up and a thousand people come back.
Killed so many ghouls without even breathing.
The only injured [Jun Chen] could be seen at a glance that it was intentional by his teammates.
With a weapon like a two-handed sword, it is easy to disown your relatives when wielding the whirlwind. The worst thing is to cut your teammates in half.
How can it be so precise that it just cuts the butt in half?
It can only be said that those guys who did the dirty tricks have already become proficient in sword skills and can use them freely.
Based on this skill alone, the title of [Swordsman] is not an exaggeration at all.
In terms of the quality of individual soldiers alone, the nine tribe warriors who came this time were completely defeated.
Even if Tyrande and Shandris were beaten to death, they would not know that the reason why [Junchen Tianya] had his butt cut off by his teammates was because he posted pictures in the group all day long but did not post any seeds, and then it came true.
However, there are a thousand awesome and arrogant guys, but they wear the badge of [sergeant], and they are regarded as the lowest-level miscellaneous soldiers in the order of battle.
Tyrande and the others were really shocked.
"All these ten thousand people are elites of this level?" Shandis was a little unbelievable.
"No..." Tyrande wanted to say it was impossible, but before she could finish, she changed her words and said, "Let's see."
Facts have proved that it is true.
The Alliance side has more heavy equipment and seems to have more people. In fact, there are the same 10,000 people as the Horde side, while the Alliance side has 5,000 players and 5,000 Azeroth humans.
In the first eight waves of attacks, the alliance did not even use heavy weapons. They killed all the enemies that came in the first eight waves just by relying on the killing performances of the sand sculpture players.
It is no exaggeration to say that these guys are Spartan warriors per capita, looking at their proficient killing skills, smooth coordination, and smooth killing performance.
It's a pity that the King of Sparta only had 300 red pants to survive, while the Alliance only had 10,000 people.
In terms of absolute combat power, the elite soldiers of Rivendell who have experienced many battles are stronger than the players, which is determined by their physical fitness. Their body templates are at least five to ten levels higher than the players.
But outsiders don’t know that sand sculpture players can be resurrected!
The tactics of elite soldiers, coupled with the outrageous equipment of Thorium suits per capita, and the high ratio of priests and paladins among the main force of the alliance, it can easily become a situation where one person can complete the level without dying.
Coupled with the exquisite rotation system, there are really few people who are exhausted and out of breath.
Looking at the elite Trident warriors who were still fighting on the front lines and dared to sit on the grass for lunch two hundred meters apart, Shandis was a little speechless: "Ghouls, abominations, necromancers, howling banshees, crypts
The demon...the Alliance dealt with it so easily, I am finally convinced that it was the Alliance that drove away the Scourge."
"I would also like to thank the Alliance for their cooperation in destroying the Burning Legion's portal." Tyrande added.
Yes, without the alliance's cross-horizon bombardment, the three tribes might have to face endless demons. For the immortal night elves, the cruel ancient battle ten thousand years ago does not seem to be that...
Long lasting memories.
Fandral curled his lips disdainfully: "It still depends on their performance against the big devil. Huh? Here they come."
In the vision transmitted by the Owl Spirit, an absurdly large Dread Lord came to kill him.
A normal Dreadlord is just over two meters tall, no more than three meters tall.
But this Dread Lord is almost as big as an inflatable.
Three stories tall and over ten meters tall, humans could only hit his knees in front of him.
Brian Bronzebeard held the musket in his hand and complained: "Oh my god, he is so tall! It's like the balloon airship I made."
Saidan Dathrohan spoke up: "Actually, it's not impossible to skin such a big demon and turn it into a balloon..."
The three men of the Bronzebeard family glanced at the tall Sai Dan: "Are you really a Paladin?"
"It's true!" Saidan patted his chest.
This guy didn't know that he had already escaped disaster because he had been following the large army for a long time. It turns out that in history, because he was too promiscuous, he went out alone during the counterattack on Stratholme City. Not only was he killed by the Dreadlord, he was killed on the spot.
The human skin was peeled off and the bag was lost, which led to the series of tragedies of the Scarlet Crusade.
Here, looking at the large Dread Lord whose size was obviously abnormal, Arthas frowned and looked at McDonald: "Are you really not going to end it?"
McDonald smiled: "You don't even have the confidence to deal with a bastard Dreadlord?"
The second idiot smiled innocently: "Of course not."
After that, he carried the tribal-style [Fire is Very Happy] and faced him with half of the alliance heroes.
Tyrande, who was watching the battle from behind, frowned as he watched.
The alliance clearly remains strong.
She did not question the alliance's position.
Even if someone is just pretending to be awesome, if he can actually do it with half the people, the pretense will turn into awesomeness.
"Scream! Scream! The plague is coming."
The opening words of the Dreadlord Anathalon were really powerful. When he roared, the branches of the trees in the entire valley swayed.
No matter how you look at it, it is full of momentum.
Needless to say, the night elves watching the battle all looked awe-inspiring.
But the style of painting on the alliance side...
Really *blow the gongs and drums!
A group of sand sculpture players even brought out waist drums, suonas, gongs and so on. They formed a half circle behind the alliance hero and started booing like crazy.
[Swinging the knife from Gongjiang]: "Ganba daddy!"
[LKH’s hobbies]: “Why are you so noisy?”
[Don’t forget your original intention in your career]: “Property management! Let’s get some property management to collect these monsters!”
Well, the guy who said he was going to call the property management to complain about disturbing residents actually roared at 100 decibels.
It's such a lively way that uninformed people on earth would even think that these idiots are watching the NBA All-Star game just by listening to the sound.
McDonald raised his eyebrows. With such a group of funny subordinates, he always felt ashamed of being a thief.
Of course, the fighting scene is still very nice to watch.
After all, the league's all-star lineup is not as troublesome as players pushing dungeons themselves.
On the left side of the screen, the Dreadlord starts with a Swarm Storm.
On the left side of the field of vision, a large group of evil bugs from the dark rift crossed the space. As soon as they sprayed out in a cone shape, they met the [Dragon Breath Technique] of the high-level archmage Romans on the right.
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Two terrifying tornadoes with a diameter of more than thirty meters faced each other in mid-air.
This is the confrontation between dark forces and the element of fire.
The sharp chirping of insects and the roaring sound of flames violently stimulated the eardrums of everyone around him.
Fortunately, since ancient times, when playing against waves, the left side always loses.
Rommath, who had been told not to hold back early in the morning, used all his strength to overpower Anersalon's [Insect Storm], finally burning the Dread Lord with flames.
A typical move that does little damage but is extremely humiliating.
Anatheron didn't expect that he would get chicken blood and hit him with evil powers from Meng De Yu. He lost half of his chips in one face-to-face encounter. He suddenly became angry and said: "My insect swarm is hungry for flesh and blood."
He was ready to stir up more dark bugs.
At this time, a second fool knocked down Anasseron with a [charge] of more than 60 yards, jumped on the belly and struck out with a sword.
