The black mass of flying demons was accompanied by tens of thousands of undead cannon fodder and land-based demons.
There are so many of them that they easily crowd the entire Hyjal Pass.
All the demons went crazy, with red eyes, and rushed to the top of the mountain desperately.
The flapping bat wings in the air occasionally bumped into companions, and occasionally one or two unlucky ones could be seen crashing after being hit by their companions.
The ground was even more exaggerated, they trampled each other, stepped on the bodies of their companions and continued to charge.
MacDonald used the system, and Tyrande used the Owl Spirit to monitor similar scenes.
McDonald used the moonwalk to retreat while looking back, meeting Tyrande's eyes, and saw the same solemnity in each other's eyes.
Allowing so many demons to rush forward must be a pill!
Thirty meters away, McDonald loudly said: "What Archimonde wants is the soul! The unpolluted soul of a strong man!"
Tyrande was worried: "The night elf troops didn't have time to set up defenses!"
In terms of night elves alone, there is actually no problem. Huntresses and sentries are both light and fast troops, and with the druid who can turn into a bear, they can barely make do. The problem is that the dark elves need treants and mountain giants as vanguard human shields, otherwise
It couldn't stop the charge of the huge demon at all.
"Leave the ground to the Alliance!" McDonald said proudly.
To be honest, the army of sand sculpture players under him are the real fierce men who stand on the prostate of the times. They can be as fierce as they want, and they can move as much as they want.
Huh?
The description above seems a bit strange.
…
McDonald's resolute face and confident eyes deeply moved Tyrande's heart.
Tyrande immediately recalled the Alliance's mechanized troops that could move and retreat freely, as well as their exaggerated long-range firepower.
This is a decisive man!
This is a man who does what he says!
Leaders should cut it off!
"Okay! Leave the sky to me!" After a brief summary, the two gangs completed the division of labor.
McDonald shook his hand, and a red cloud-piercing arrow shot straight into the sky.
Ahem!
In fact, just inform the sand sculpture players and yell in the system chat group.
Everything is more meaningful if there is a sense of ritual!
The sand sculpture players are excited, and the words tiger and wolf are frequently used:
[Seventh Fear]: "Oh, oh, oh, there is still a chance to play?"
【Laugh at You Again Fifty Years Later】: "The director of the Education Department will arrive at the scene in thirty seconds."
[LKH’s hobbies]: “There are many demons, can we do it?”
[Junchen Tianya]: "No matter what mess it is, I can use a 155mm large pipe to cut it into 0.01 ultra-thin!"
It is impossible for players to stop having fun. Don’t even think about it in this life, and don’t even think about it in the next life.
Tyrande was surprised to see that the Alliance's mechanized troops, which had just been withdrawn not long ago, filed out along the mountain road very smoothly. The demons that were stuck on the ground surged in front of them and re-defended.
In this case, she felt confident.
Without Archimonde paying attention, Tyrande began to sneak away from the battle circle and went closer to the Burning Legion's air force.
Sitting on the white tiger mount, Tyrande's eyes, which were green due to the divine light, were dancing with a little bit of moonlight. In the distance, the red bat wings, huge body, and ferocious flags covered the sky like a tide.
In the sky that has become darkened by demonic power, dark clouds mixed with green evil energy are constantly rolling, and occasionally a few lightning bolts hanging from the clouds turn green.
The distant view of the battlefield was reflected in the depths of Tyrande's cold, angry eyes.
She turned around and saw her adopted daughter Shandris standing firmly behind her, and she nodded.
Stretching out his hand, his white and slender fingertips were stretched to the extreme, as if they were embracing the dark starry sky through space.
In the low-Earth orbit of the planet Azeroth, illusory figures seemed to appear on countless suspended stones. They all pressed their palms to their chests to express their surrender to the spokesperson of the goddess Elune.
The next moment, a mysterious force in the starry sky rippled in all directions to the west like water waves.
The huge stone immediately broke away from the synchronous orbit, fell rapidly, and became a meteorite.
For the Doom Guards who were flying rapidly, this space-based attack came without any warning——
A demon suddenly screamed and suddenly turned into a stream of light and fell into the mountain. As it plummeted, it waved its limbs in panic, apparently not understanding what was happening for a while.
Then came the second, the hundredth, the thousandth demon...
Although they were just some small meteorite fragments, they looked like stars falling from the sky!
Each flying demon has a beam of purple light falling from the sky and shining on its forehead.
This is Tyrande's soul lock, guiding the meteorite fragments to attack the demon accurately.
Groups of demons were named.
You can see the Devil's Air Force 'crashing' in patches, like sparrows in the forest crashing into a giant net carefully laid out by a hunter.
The land-walking demons who had just arrived at the first position at the foot of the mountain raised their heads and stared at this scene in shock.
Not to mention the devil, even Thrall and the others were dumbfounded.
What an exaggeration!
Is this level of full-screen AOE really possible for mere mortals?
Even Vol'jin, who initially secretly complained about the night elf heroes taking advantage of the situation, was shocked.
They really left 100 million hands!
Thrall couldn't help but be glad that the tribe didn't really attack Ashenvale, otherwise the tribe would never be able to survive with this move.
Of course, there are no perfect tricks in the world.
[Starfall] has a high attack, a large range, and a long duration. The price is that the caster cannot move at all when casting the spell. Otherwise, the magic may backfire and be seriously injured, or the caster may die suddenly on the spot.
Tyrande couldn't trust anyone else, so Shandris acted as a bodyguard.
Under normal circumstances, Shandris is strong enough to deal with 99% of threats.
But Archimonde is the 1%!
"Ah! Be careful!" Shandis shouted anxiously.
It was impossible for Meng De to miss such a big movement.
Tyrande stood out based on her strength, so she would naturally be targeted.
Archimonde was held back, which didn't mean he couldn't cast spells. He raised his middle finger at Tyrande as quickly as possible.
An absolute dilemma lies before Tyrande!
If she stopped directing spellcasting and chose to protect herself wisely, relying on Elune's magic to save her life, she would have about half a chance of surviving, but at the price - at least a thousand Doom Guards would come to kill her.
She knew very well that the coalition forces simply did not have a comparable air force to resist.
Neither can the black dragon Onyxia.
A black dragon cannot protect such a vast sky.
The best way, of course, is for her to continue to guide [Starfall] and annihilate all the enemies. Although Shandris can also use this move, [Starfall] cannot be fired continuously. What this move really consumes is the Moon Goddess’ energy.
Strength, these priests also play the role of guides.
This brings another danger - she will most likely be killed by Archimonde!
Sure enough, it came!
[Finger of Death]——Two consecutive shots!
Looking at Shandris, who was desperately blocking her in front of her, Tyrande didn't know when tears started to appear in the corners of her eyes.
She is willing to sacrifice to protect the world and her people, but who would want to die if she can live?
Unable to speak, she finally couldn't help but speak, silently shouting a name for you in her heart: "McDonald's!"
"Come on!"
That young human seemed to never let her down. The next second, a fit figure stood in front of her and Shandis.
