On the huge sword blade, red, green, and green with red blood dripped down drop by drop.
Tonatiu panted, the clothes made of the best Devilsaur skin were already in tatters, and they looked like rags on his body.
There were more than a dozen small wounds on his body at the moment, bleeding out, and they were healing quickly.
In front of him and behind him, there were hundreds of Naga corpses lying. There were Naga warriors, some Naga witches, and some sacrificers.
"This is really a hearty battle." He looked straight ahead and said with a loud laugh.
Vashj stood there, looking at him with a look of hatred.
The battle continues.
In the plain in the center of the Horror Island, the Nagas of the Horror Island have become rivers of blood. The air is filled with the smell of Naga's fishy blood. They were shaped by the power of the ancient gods, and their blood also has the power of corrosion.
The Naga clan of Terror Island also has a great presence in the entire Naga race. They are the eternal palace in the deep sea and the most important stronghold in the Western Continent.
With this stronghold, Azshara can spy on and monitor the Kaldorei of Kalimdor, and be wary of these "untouchables" who once overthrew her rule.
The Terror Island is very large, and there are many Nagas living on the island and under the sea. Those who can participate in this war are also the elites of the clan.
When he was in the sky, Tonatiu visually estimated that there were at least tens of thousands of naga below.
The battle has continued until now, and the total number of Nagas he and Shandis have killed has been one to two thousand. But this number is not a big loss to the Nagas on the battlefield.
What makes Vashj hateful and helpless is that this troll has powerful fighting ability, but magic and N'zoth's corruption have no effect on him.
Apart from spending the lives of the Naga warriors, she didn't know how to deal with Tonatiu for the time being.
On the other hand, it was Shandris who Vashj felt was in trouble, but he was sure of dealing with her.
While she continued to direct the Naga warriors to die one after another, she decided to deal with Shandris Feathermoon first.
“ph’ngluimglw’nafhcthulhur’lyehwgah’naglfhtagn.” Vashki sang the hymn of N’Zoth. The unique language of the Faceless Men is the best medium to gain the power of the ancient gods.
Translated into troll language or Kaldorei language, it roughly means: "In the eternal mansion of Nyosa'ro, the sleeping N'zoth awaits you in your dreams."
Following the prayers of the high-ranking priest of N'Zoth, a gray-black mist similar to the one that attacked Tonatiu just now emerged from behind Vashj and rolled towards Shandis.
"Hey! Madam, why do you prefer one to another?! I would rather you use this method to deal with me!" Tonatius held the Breaker of Nations in one hand and Xal'atath in the other, trying to rush over to help Shandris resist.
N'Zoth's attack.
Shandris is praying to the moon god with all her strength. She now has powerful attack power and powerful defense power.
The only disadvantage is that it cannot move. The moon god needs to use her as the projection coordinate to guide his power to come.
"Stop him!" Vashj shouted.
Another group of Naga warriors as big as a hill came out and blocked Tonatiu's road without fear of life or death.
These Naga warriors are very powerful warriors and have experienced hundreds of battles.
However, most of their enemies are in the sea, and their fighting experience is gained from fighting sea beasts or enemies in the sea.
Against an exaggerated enemy like Tonatiu who was very flexible and powerful, some shameless "spells" would sometimes appear, which caused heavy losses but could not do anything to him.
Tonatiu is not a pedantic person. He does fight them with the ability of a warrior. But when necessary, he will not be stingy in not using some magical spells that can assist in combat.
After all, the consumption of a little faith value is more worthwhile than being hit by the tridents of the Naga warriors.
"Hey! You guys are like this! I can only use my ultimate move!" Tonatiu screamed strangely, and amidst the roars of the Naga warriors, he used the powerful warrior's mark Blade Storm for the second time.
His body rotated rapidly, and the storm began to gather around him. In an instant, wind blades sharper than the sharpest sword blades, carrying the power of wind and thunder, turned him into a vortex of sword blades, heading towards
Swept away in the direction of Shandris.
The conditions for using Blade Storm are extremely harsh. It requires the user's body to be strong enough and good enough. Otherwise, the spinning dizziness alone can defeat the user. Not to mention those rotating wind blades, which can also damage the inside.
The caster of.
At the same time, it also requires great anger. Only with enough anger can the warrior's spirit materialize into reality and drive the rules of the world to kill the enemy.
To the east of Terror Island, there is a bright light looming between the clouds.
When Tonatiu and others arrived here, it was already late at night, and it was the darkest hour before dawn.
After the battle till now, the dawn of dawn appears on the horizon, and Anshe in Shuharu's mythology, Tona whom the Zutona trolls believe in, is about to jump out of the sea.
It's getting light.
Under the faintly visible light, the red storm formed by Tonatiu's rotation took shape, sweeping all the way, bringing with it the sky full of broken limbs and the screams of the Naga warriors.
Looking at Tonatiu like a naga meat grinder, Vashki glanced at the eastern sky with a cruel smile on his face, and his beautiful cat-like eyes were full of ridicule.
"It's almost dawn. How can the power of the white candle help you?!" She waved a huge ice-white trident-like staff and opened a portal in front, and N'Zoth's power entered the portal.
inside.
The next moment, a purple-blue portal appeared behind Shandis, who was unable to move and could kill dozens of Nagas every second.
"Where does the attack come from? From behind!" The combat intuition accumulated from years of fighting made Shandris' back feel as cold as a knife.
She turned her head and saw the power of N'Zoth, the gray-black mist sweeping towards her.
The best solution at this time is to give up the prayer of the goddess and avoid the indescribable attack that is full of ominous meaning just by looking at it.
However, Vashj was already prepared. Azshara's power poured down from the sky, and the purple-blue arcane energy was simple and crude, hitting her in the form of energy beams.
If avoided, the goddess's prayers will cease. The Moon God's protection will disappear, and Azshara's attacks will be more terrifying than Vashj's.
If she didn't avoid it, although the speed behind her was not very fast, the gray-black mist that chilled her whole body was not something to be trifled with at first glance.
Apart from the dragons, the Kaldorei are the race that knows their terror best.
