Hokage of Azeroth

Before he finished speaking, several flying knives appeared in the slightly bald man's hands. With the help of the faint light, the bright colors reflected on the blades could be vaguely seen.

Toxic.

As an experienced warrior, Samuelson immediately realized that these flying knives were smeared with terrible poison. As long as the skin was scratched, the consequences would be unpredictable.

"call out--"

The slightly bald man threw several poisonous flying knives in succession. These flying knives were like tricky poisonous snakes, pointing directly at every inch of Samuelson's skin that was not covered by heavy armor.

"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!" Samuelson raised his shield, and the flying knives bounced after the impact.

One of the flying knives bounced particularly high. After spinning in the air, it finally passed over the shoulder of a thief.

The blade easily cut through his thin clothes and skin, leaving a shallow wound.

In the chaos of the battlefield, no one would care about this minor injury.

The unfortunate thief paid no attention at first.

But soon, he held his throat in pain, fell to the ground tremblingly, and let out incomprehensible whimpering and wailing, and finally became silent.

Seeing this scene, Samuelson couldn't help sweating on his forehead.

The slightly bald man threw the throwing knife again.

Samuelson also used his shield to resist, but at the same time, Slade rushed over with several thieves and besieged him on all sides.

After a while, Samuelson was somewhat stretched, and he was overwhelmed by the siege of several people.

Samuelson roared immediately, tiny arcs of electricity bounced off his skin, and then he raised his foot and stamped on the ground.

"boom--"

Following his trampling, dazzling thunder surged to the ground, and then exploded.

Several thieves who were besieging him were immediately blown away by the force of the thunder strike.

Immediately, Samuelson rushed towards the bald man not far away, raised his shield high, and suddenly brought it down!

"Boom--" There was another loud thunder-like sound, and a rock was smashed into pieces by the shield's fierce impact, causing rocks to fly.

The slightly bald man narrowly avoided the blow. At the same time, he turned his hands, holding a dagger in each hand, and stabbed Samuelson.

Later, Slade led a few thieves to besiege him again, and Samuelson once again fell into a situation of being besieged.

The battle between the army and the thieves gradually became more intense, and the smell of blood gradually filled the air. Some thieves rushed into the mine, and then there were sounds of fighting and shouting for death in the mine.

The light inside the mine is dark and the terrain is complex, so fighting in it is naturally extremely difficult.

However, the purpose of these thieves who rushed into the mine was obviously not to fight.

Not long after, the angry shouts of the miners overwhelmed everything else in the Gold Coast Mine.

"Finally wait for this day!"

"I've had enough of this stupid overseer, guys, crack his skull in with a hoe!"

"We never have to give in to these bastards again!"

"Hang Samuelson!"

"Execute Wrynn!"

"kill!"

The roaring sounds are getting louder and louder, as if they are suppressing a huge amount of power. The semi-enclosed mine is like the barrel of a musket, restraining and pouring out this power.

In the end, the rioting miners held their hoes high, shouted and rushed out of the mine, charging towards the garrison soldiers.

Their combat effectiveness may not be as good as thieves, but the impact they have on soldiers is far beyond imagination.

Seeing the angry miners pouring out of the mine, many soldiers fell into panic. The situation for them, who were already at a disadvantage, suddenly became even worse.

A torrent of rioting miners poured out of the mine, and at the end two figures appeared.

"President, I think we have won." Morgan looked at the battlefield in front of him.

Van Cleef patted Morgan on the shoulder with a smile in his eyes: "Thank you for your contribution."

"This is my duty." Morgan lowered his head slightly.

"Now, let me end this battle." Van Cleef said.

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure seemed to have lost its color and suddenly disappeared into the night...

There were no soldiers guarding the old mage, and the originally gorgeous mage's robe had become tattered and stained with blood, but he still shook his staff, and huge ice spikes slowly condensed in front of him.

In contrast, Mobent Fell's clothes were not messy at all, as if he had just been taking a walk.

On the road he passed, some rotting corpses were scattered here and there.

"Old guy, if I were you, I would keep the last spell for myself." Mobent Fair said slowly, "Because obviously I will not let you die easily."

As he spoke, a dark red flame ignited on his staff. The flame condensed into a ball and pointed faintly at the mage's location.

But at this moment, Mobent Fehr suddenly frowned, and the flames that had just been gathered dissipated.

The mage also looked startled, and then seemed to notice something, and hurriedly tried to dodge.

Unfortunately, it is still a step behind.

Van Cleef's figure appeared out of thin air behind him, and with a flash of cruel barb, he immediately cut off the mage's right arm.

"Ah!" The mage screamed loudly, and his broken arm and staff fell to the ground.

"Keep him alive," Mobent Fair said.

"Of course, I never thought of killing him." Van Cleef glanced at him.

"Take this old man away and treat his wounds." Van Cleef called a few thieves.

After the comatose mage was taken away by the thieves, Van Cleef shook off the blood drops on the cruel barb and said: "If you need it, you can dispose of the corpses of these Stormwind soldiers at will, but the corpses of the Brotherhood, You can't move."

Mobent Fair said calmly: "They are all corpses. Is there any difference?"

"Yes." Van Cleef didn't say much, and then disappeared again.

There was no change in expression on Morbant Fair's face, which was covered by the wizard's hat.

He stopped there for a moment and then began to look for the corpses around him.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the outcome of this battle was decided. More and more soldiers began to flee, gradually forming a rout trend.

"Don't let that priest get away!"

Brother Nimetz also tried to escape in embarrassment, but he was wearing a white priest's robe, even though it was in tatters, it was still conspicuous, and he was immediately targeted by many thieves.

"catch him!"

Seeing so many thieves coming to kill him, the weak monk's expression suddenly changed, and then his body flashed with light and disappeared without a trace in front of everyone.

It wasn't until a while later that the monk's figure reappeared, but he was already far away from the center of the battlefield and continued to run staggeringly into the distance.

Luo Wei noticed the white figure who was about to flee, and immediately took up chakra under his feet and rushed out like an arrow from a string.

The distance between the two quickly shortened.

Just when Luo Wei was about to catch up, Brother Nimetz seemed to realize it. While he continued to run away, a strange wave burst out from his body.

Being hit by this wave, Luo Wei felt a buzzing in his head, and the surrounding scene became bizarre, upside down, left, and right.