Rise of the blood elves

The invisible sound wave spread far away and quickly affected the entire blood elf front.

The sound wave passed through the body, and hundreds of blood elves who were fighting bloody battles with their resurrected compatriots did not even care about their enemies. They fell to the ground in pain with their hands on their heads, their bodies curled up into a ball, veins popped out on their twisted faces, and almost all their teeth were missing. It was about to be bitten into pieces, and it seemed that it was experiencing great pain, and it lost its ability to resist directly in the banshee's howl.

It was common for these elite soldiers to be injured, but no one had ever experienced the pain caused by this terrifying howl that resounded deep in their souls.

The originally stalemate battle situation immediately began to show a one-sided situation.

The resurrected high elves are no longer their original selves. They are already tools in the hands of the Lich King. They can only mechanically carry out instructions, so of course they will not have any mercy for these "compatriots" who have lost the ability to resist. The sword rose and fell, quickly killing the blood elves blocking the way like wheat.

The second-line reserve team wanted to move forward, but was blocked by these incapacitated own people. The mages who were unable to rush to the rear of the battle center were still dealing with the sudden Hellfire attack, and the human reinforcements were hundreds of meters away.

The shooting of human long-range troops, for fear of accidentally injuring the blood elves, could only be aimed at the front of the front line. Not only were the arrows sparse, but their lethality was also very limited, and their support role was not significant.

It seems that it won't be long before the blood elves' first line of defense will be breached.

What's even more frightening is that in the morning mist in the distance, several terrifying figures are becoming clearer and clearer.What can be vaguely seen are three huge Dread Lords with wings folded on their backs. Behind them are several lichs floating above the ground at a leisurely pace.

Then dozens more Eredar mages with sickly tan skin, gorgeous armored robes, and demonic energy lingering all over their bodies, with their knees backwards and goat-like hooves on their feet, walked out of the mist.

No, it should be said to be the "Man'ari" mage, an existence that means "fallen one" in the Eredar language. Along with Archimonde and Kil'jaeden, he succumbed to Sargeras and fell into the realm of demons.

"Crack, click, click"

The sound of uniform footsteps came from afar, even covering up the noise and chaos of the battlefield.I saw hundreds of angry guards holding giant war blades and wearing fine armor, following the Eredar wizard into the battlefield.

They are the elite demons left in Lordaeron by the Burning Legion.

It is difficult not to notice the evil energy fluctuations emitted by these powerful beings.Not only did Tirion, Mograine and other legendary strongmen rush to break out to support the blood elves as soon as they saw the blood elves in trouble, but high-ranking human officers also issued support orders.

In a very short period of time, the entire front line turned into a scene where the blood elves on the left wing were unable to support themselves, and the human troops frantically slashed and killed the undead blocking the front to support the left wing.

"Aha"

Tirion roared angrily, and swept the "Silver Hand" warhammer in his hand. The weak undead were unable to resist the transcendent artifact that contained holy energy, and the dense group of ghouls was directly swept out of a blank area.

Tirion's white hair was wet with a mixture of sweat and undead rotten blood. It was sticky and stuck to the skin where the helmet and breastplate joined, and he was dripping with sweat.He gasped for air, feeling as if his lungs were on fire.Ever since he became the first human paladin under the guidance of Alonsos Faol, he has experienced countless battles, but there has never been a battle like today that made him feel more powerless than he did today.

He has lost count of how many undead he has killed, one hundred, two hundred and five hundred.

But no matter how many people are killed, what difference does it make to the terrifying number of undead?

His arm was already sore from swinging the warhammer over and over again. Even if he was strengthened by the sacred energy, he felt that he was almost exhausted. Although the armor that had been repeatedly attacked by the undead was not damaged, the skin and even the internal organs under it were damaged due to the attack beyond the soft inner part of the armor. It hurts as much as it can bear.

There are so many undead that they are simply too numerous to kill.

One ghoul fell, and more ghouls swarmed over. After the previous 10 minutes of fighting regardless of casualties, the undead had almost divided the battlefield into two independent areas, making humans and blood elves unable to interact with each other. Take care of each other.

Now they are blocking the human troops like crazy, preventing them from supporting the blood elves.

战况

Not optimistic.But no one gives up easily.

"Clatter" the chain made a soft sound

"My lord, be careful"

Before he finished speaking, a young paladin flew out from behind him and helped him resist a hateful butcher hook tied to the front end of the chain that was supposed to hit his arm.

But the holy light shield on the young paladin's body was directly penetrated by this powerful attack.The butcher hook with sharp spikes cut directly into the gap in his shoulder armor, and blood immediately stained half of his body red.Then the abomination in the distance pulled the chain vigorously, dragging him directly into the dense group of corpses.

Tirion watched helplessly as this good young man who risked his life to rescue him was instantly swallowed up by countless ghouls. He couldn't help roaring, gathering the power of holy light in his body, and raised his left hand to cast Holy Shock.

But a ghoul flew towards him and bit his arm armor, interrupting his spellcasting.Then came the second one and the third one

In just a few seconds, the back of this first-generation paladin was covered with ghouls.

Although the legendary level is powerful and has an overwhelming advantage against low-level enemies, in a battlefield of this scale, the strength of any individual will be compressed to the extreme.Under siege by hundreds or thousands of enemies, even a legend would be stunned.

At the critical moment, Tirion felt a burst of blazing holy flames pass through his body, and the weight on his body suddenly lightened.

It turned out that Mograine, the Ashbringer, led dozens of paladins to gather together and jumped into the battle without any explanation.The surrounding ghouls were being killed and retreated, revealing the gnawed and disfigured young corpse.

Tirion felt his heart heavy, and said to himself, "May the Holy Light rest in peace for you." He waved his heavy silver hand again, and fought side by side with Mograine in the direction of the Blood Elf allies.

The blood elves' front line is already close at hand.

Sylvanas opened her eyes in mid-air.

At the first glance, she saw the tragedy unfolding not far away. When she saw her former compatriots died due to her actions, a strong look of struggle suddenly appeared on her numb face, and the spirit body composed purely of necromantic energy also began to Trembling slightly, a trace of clarity gradually returned to his scarlet pupils.

But then, a powerful spiritual force that could not be resisted came, and all the undue thoughts of resistance were suppressed without any suspense like a weak child facing a strong man.When she raised her head again, there was no expression on her face.

Suddenly, a fireball flew across a distance of several hundred meters and accurately hit Sylvanas in mid-air. With a "boom", the magical flames that were enough to seriously injure an entry-level epic powerhouse exploded, turning a space of more than ten meters in diameter into a flaming purgatory with terrifying temperatures.

At the lowest edge of the affected area, seven or eight high elf resurrectors who were bending bows and shooting arrows were instantly reduced to a ball of ashes in the high temperature.

This is exactly the pyrotechnic that Angmar cast with three times his mana. It is the most lethal single-target spell he has mastered.

But after the flames were extinguished, Sylvanas' ethereal figure appeared intact, with necromantic energy swirling around her, seemingly unscathed.She didn't even look at Angmar who was attacking her, and once again made a gesture of taking a deep breath towards the blood elf.

"Damn it," Angmar cursed secretly, picked up the Flame Strike, and launched the short-range teleportation technique directly over there.