This fierce battle has lasted for nearly two hours. Prell's mana has been exhausted, and the shamans and mages have stopped long ago. They have also almost exhausted their mana, so the main force on the battlefield has once again become
The warriors, the archers.
The sky was still covered with dark clouds, but the raindrops had yet to fall, which made Prell feel somewhat happy. At least his musketeers could continue to attack.
Gradually, Prell noticed that the attack of the sea of ghouls was getting weaker and weaker. He found that a group of ghouls that were even fighting suddenly froze and seemed very confused. Apparently, the acolytes commanding them, or rather dead
The spirit mage has been killed by the hippogryph knights.
After the coalition forces launched a counterattack, the acolytes in charge seemed to have given the ghouls crazy counterattack orders. These ghouls showed themselves to be even more fearless and fearless of death, attacking in waves like waves.
But now, the tide has begun to recede.
Prell discovered a group of ghouls, with several huge abominations standing behind them, and three or four demons guarding nearby. Obviously, these undead and demons were guarding their summoners and controllers.
The height difference between the undead and demonic soldiers was too conspicuous. Prell took a breath and looked at Rexxa. He didn't speak. Lexa already understood what he meant, so he grabbed Prell's
Back, he suddenly threw it towards this small group of slowly moving people who were protected by various undead and demons.
"Fuck me, hit me with the Chinese Holy Sword!" Prell held the flaming blade high, roared viciously, and stabbed the abomination in the back. Before the abomination could counterattack, he used his strength to kick it off.
He drew his sword and jumped in.
The two acolytes in gray cloaks were obviously taken aback. One of them stretched out his hand, and a gray spell energy shot towards Prell. Prell rolled on the spot and chopped off a demon that rushed towards him.
Guarding legs.
The demon guard who lost his center and fell down just blocked the spell energy for Prell. He howled in pain, his life force was quickly extracted, and then he turned into a gray corpse.
Before the other acolyte could make any move, he was knocked unconscious by Prell with a "hammer of punishment". Then Prell turned around and killed him from the inside out.
He currently has limited mana, relying on natural recovery and "blessing of wisdom" to recover some, barely enough to use his own life-saving skills, and his purpose is to create chaos.
Outside, Lexa and War Bear Misha also rushed in. Another summoned battle pet, Hoffer, the porcupine, kept shaking its body and shooting out the sharp spines on its back. It was already half-bald.
.
Cutting down two ghouls, he used his long sword to parry the huge battle ax of a demon guard who rushed over. Prell used force to push away the battle ax, rolled inward again, and hit two more
The acolyte killed him.
It has to be said that Prell's height really has a huge advantage. Those ghouls transformed from Lordaeron humans, even if they have their hands and feet on the ground, are no higher than him, so he can easily
He blended in with the ghouls and continued to cause chaos.
Rexxar quickly rushed in with a group of warriors. They were neither kobold hammer shield soldiers, nor gnolls and ogres, nor quilboars, but the Dark Iron dwarf craftsmen led by Morgan Barbarossa.
Originally, Prell gave the Dark Iron dwarf craftsmen the task of repairing and manufacturing weapons in the logistics camp, but the war was urgent, and these Dark Iron dwarves also asked Rexxar to fight, and then joined the battle.
The dwarves are taller than the kobolds, and taller than the four-legged ghouls. Morgan Barbarossa wears fine steel armor. He holds a kite-shaped steel shield in one hand and a war hammer in the other.
The shield blocked the ghoul's attack, followed by a hammer, killing him all the way.
Behind him, almost a hundred equally well-armed Dark Iron dwarves rushed in. Prell had always been envious of their armor and equipment.
But now, these steel-armed little cans surrounded an abomination. In just a few blinks, the abomination's legs were broken, and then they were smashed to pieces by the dwarves.
Prell's eyes turned red with envy: "It actually comes with a certain amount of magic resistance!" Because he noticed that although the dwarves were equally careful to avoid the poisonous mist emitted by the corpse, even if they were contaminated, they would still be able to resist it.
Don't care at all!
This group of undead demons protecting the two acolytes were quickly killed by the Dark Iron dwarves. Then the Dark Iron dwarves continued to follow Rexxar and happily rushed towards another group of undead demons.
Prell stationed his long sword on his body, took out a water bag and took a big gulp of it. He saw Snu leading a group of mages who had exhausted all their mana, holding a staff and surrounding a lone quilt.
The ghoul with its legs cut off was violently attacking.
Pandaren Old Chen behaved like an extremely gentleman. He was still guarding the resting Braylin Fire Fist. Just now it was the sorceress who rushed forward desperately, summoning the hellfire, and provided
The hippogryph knights destroyed the summoning circle to create an opportunity.
The battle gradually turned one-sided, and more and more acolytes were discovered and killed. Gonzalo fell again: "A group of ghouls, together with other undead and demons, have left the battlefield and are heading east.
The face escaped!"
Prell sighed: 'Damn it, I thought these undead and demons didn't know what running away was!' Apparently, the summoners of this vanguard army realized that they couldn't hold on, so they chose to do so.
Move in tactically.
The ghouls and abominations, including some demons, who lost their command, began to fight on their own, and it was no longer possible to launch a group-style mindless charge. So almost all coalition commanders chose the same tactic: divide and encircle.
Player rested for a while and suddenly became lively again. His physical strength and mana were full because he had leveled up again.
He is now level 48. According to his estimation, he has gained at least two thousand kill experience within his sphere of influence through defense and counterattack in the past few days.
In other words, in just one battle, he rose to level 3!
Sure enough, he still has a lot of experience in war upgrades! Prell recalled the days when he was bitterly cutting down moss spiders. He read healing spells for the wounded brought down by Belga's medical team one by one, and then he saw Klinik.
.bad nose.
The chief of the bramble ridge quilboars had half of his face scratched by a ghoul and had turned into a half-ghoul. He was being pressed hard with wooden shields by several of his quilboar warriors, and he was howling in pain.
Prell immediately raised his hand and performed an "exorcism spell". Klinik Badbis trembled all over, and then finally regained his consciousness. Prell read him another "Flash of Holy Light", half of the wild boar man's face.
It gradually recovered, leaving only a faint claw mark.
"I owe you a favor!" Klinik Badnose kicked a wild boar warrior who was still pressing on him without his eyes. When the other wild boar warriors saw Prell come to the rescue, they all
Already retreated.
"Then, you and the wild boar warriors can kill a few more ghouls!" Prell said meaninglessly, and then walked to the next wounded person.
Then he saw Screaming. Bristlemane carrying four or five wounded people trotting towards him with a bright face. Prell was a little helpless. Compared with the Steelmane clan, the Thornback clan had been hiding behind to pick up their casualties.
It is also the least.
At this time, Rexxar had already led the Dark Iron dwarves and some soldiers who still had physical strength to continue to fight forward. Prell took action to treat the wounded members of the Thornback clan. Screaming. Thornback kept thanking him, and then
Quietly retreated to the back.
After flying into the air and conducting a survey, Gonzalo brought back the latest information: at least three thousand undead and demon armies had left the battlefield and fled to the east.
The first drop of light rain finally dropped from the sky, and then more and more raindrops fell. While ordering people to carry the wounded back to the camp, Prell wiped the rain from his face and said, "This rain is really not the right time!"
The heavy rain prevented the coalition forces from further counterattacking. After Rexxar led the soldiers back to the camp dripping wet, everyone estimated that at least nearly ten thousand ghouls had escaped from the battlefield. The only good news was that almost all the abominations were gone.
After being killed, the Cerberus was killed first in the first wave of counterattacks, and the tall Demon Guard did not escape the fate of death.
Almost all those who escaped were ghouls and summoned imps. These two low-level undead creatures and demons had limited attack power and lethality, at least they would not cause any big waves.
Cenarius, Tyrande, and Thrall came from the north despite the rain. Jaina and Kane Bloodhoof also received the notice and rushed to the center position where Prell was.
Although they were in the middle of the army, the position here in Prell actually did not face the largest number of enemies. The night elves in the far north suffered a more intense attack.
Generally speaking, the army of the undead and demons gradually weakened in strength from north to south on the battlefield that spread out for dozens of miles. Therefore, the intensity of the attack on the humans of Theramore was not great.
"We plan to leave an army of about a thousand men. The Ursine allies in Timbermaw Fortress will help us continue to resist and eliminate the remaining forces of the undead demons that escaped. We must rush to Mount Hyjal!"
Tyrande said straight to the point, her expression a little ugly: "According to the latest news, a team of demon elites appeared at the southernmost point of Winterspring Valley, in the canyon north of Azshara, which is close to the southeastern mouth of Mount Hyjal.
The demons killed the sentry soldiers we placed there and opened the summoning circle to summon more demon armies.
We must rush to Mount Hyjal as soon as possible. The demons in Felwood have begun to wreak havoc, and we must awaken the druids sleeping in their lairs there.
The next step will be a more difficult war. On behalf of the night elves, I would like to express my gratitude to you again! I must lead the army back to defend Mount Hyjal first and cannot let the demon army break into the vicinity of the World Tree! "
Jaina suddenly said: "Our Theramore has suffered little loss in the battles these days, and I can use the group teleportation spell to take me to Mount Hyjal. I will determine the teleportation coordinates and teleport all my people there!"
"
She looked around: "We humans will stick to the road leading to the World Tree and wait for your arrival!"
The leaders of various races, clans, and forces all looked at this young and beautiful human female mage with respect. During the battle to defend Azshara, everyone now understood that what they were facing was just a force sent by the Burning Legion.
cannon fodder.
It's so difficult to fight against cannon fodder, let alone face the real main force of the Burning Legion's invasion of the world of Azeroth?