Rise of the blood elves

"The Dreadlord Again"

Angmar's eyes flashed, and there was indeed the shadow of the Dread Lord behind the troll.

Nathrezim are good at using deception and lies to incite suspicion and hatred among mortal races towards each other. Before the Burning Legion's army reaches the world it is about to capture, it plunges the native creatures in it into endless internal friction, and then Laying the final foundation for the Legion's unstoppable army.

He didn't need to think too much to know that the Hinterlands trolls' attack on Eagle's Nest Mountain was all due to this cunning demon.

The hilt of the Flame Strike sword was heating up and trembling constantly, bursts of blazing energy came out, and it seemed a little excited.

Due to this energy, the pupils of Angmar's eyes ignited with leaping flames, and his vision was gradually covered by a layer of fiery red color.The troll figure began to twist, and then transformed into a tall, pale-skinned fear devil with two wings on his back.

Angmar was a little surprised in his heart. All of this was done under the guidance of Flame Strike.Could it be that this artifact also has some kind of ability to break demon illusions?

The sounds in his ears gradually faded away, and only the Dread Lord, whose body was filled with evil energy, was in sharp contrast to the fiery red energy of Flame Strike.

"So it's you." The Dread Lord and Angmar looked at each other in the air, their eyes wandering between him and the artifact, and there was a trace of Angmar's unknown fear on his withered face.

Angmar was puzzled, why did this demon seem to know him but he knew that he had never fought against any Dreadlord.

"This time, mortal, you can never stop the Legion. Lord Archimonde will tear you apart mercilessly."

The Dread Lord's tone was extremely cold, and he spoke like a demonstration, but his actions were completely opposite to his words. With a few empty strokes of his hands, numerous green-light magic runes formed around his body, and his figure gradually blurred until it was indistinct.

The Dreadlord activated his teleportation spell and left.

"Is this time the same as the last time?"

Angmar frowned and turned his gaze to the Flame Strike in his hand, thinking thoughtfully about the vision this artifact had shown him.

He suppressed the shock caused by the speculation in his heart and returned his attention to the battle situation in front of him.

With rumbling footsteps, hundreds of human soldiers and thousands of dwarves launched an indomitable charge down the hillside while shouting.

The distance of more than three hundred meters is not long, but for humans who can't go fast in heavy armor, charging on foot will take at least more than a minute.

The trolls had long noticed the situation here. Under the loud shouts of several commanders, all the trolls retreated to the forest line. The defense line was slightly retracted, and they were waiting with vicious and slender eyes, as if they were lurking in the forest. A wolf waiting in the shadows.

Although they were attacked in the rear and had to dispatch a large number of troops to defend, and there were not many left on the front line, they did not panic in their actions and seemed not to take the coalition forces seriously at all.

This offensive and defensive battle has been going on for so long, and the battle that happened today is what the trolls are most happy to see.In order to break out of the encirclement and rescue their friendly forces, humans and dwarves were actually willing to abandon their impregnable fortress and fought a tug-of-war with them in the open for half a day.

This is simply a pointless struggle.

What the troll is most proud of is its super recovery ability, and it is even possible to regenerate severed limbs.In terms of long-term combat capabilities, they were much stronger than the dwarves and humans, and now the other side actually launched another attack when they were depleted of men and horses, which made them confident that they could firmly hold the front until the crisis in the rear was resolved.

Unfortunately, what they never expected was that behind the humans and dwarves, there were more than 200 blood elf mages, all of whom had high-level elite abilities.

"boom"

The Wildhammer dwarves, who were extremely fast in short-distance sprinting, left the humans far behind. With a distance of nearly 200 meters, they stopped to take off the muskets on their backs and started shooting.

The muzzleloader musket from Ironforge is certainly a powerful weapon on the battlefield, allowing a soldier who is not proficient in archery to have excellent long-range strike capabilities in a very short time, but the effective range is only more than a hundred meters, so this The hastily aimed shot caused little trouble to the enemy except for knocking some debris away from the towering tree that the troll used as a shelter.

However, the Wildhammer dwarves did not expect to be able to open up the situation with their muskets, which they were not good at using. Instead of spending a long time reloading, they directly dropped their muskets and took out their hatchets to keep pace with the humans who followed.

Different from their Bronzebeard relatives, because they live in inaccessible mountain jungles like the Hinterlands, the Wildhammer tribe has developed its own culture and living habits in the past 200 years, which is closer to nature and actually a different species. It is said that it is even more backward.

Compared to the fine steel plate armor and muskets that cover their whole bodies, they still prefer leather armor that is easy to travel through the forest and short axes that are easy to use.

150 meter

"Cast a spell" Following Idonis's order, the large magic circle built by more than a hundred blood elf mages lit up. A pillar of blue light appeared behind the defense line that reached into the sky. The buzzing sound of rising energy levels resounded across the battlefield, and the dark clouds They began to gather from all directions, and the momentum was terrifying.

Everyone felt the terrifying magic fluctuations in the dark clouds.

"Click"

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning pierced the night sky and accurately hit the troll line 300 meters away. It made a loud noise and exploded a large crater with a radius of more than ten meters on the ground. Countless troll corpses were scattered far away. Throwing away, in a frightening sound of shattering, more than a dozen towering trees that were blown down suddenly collapsed, causing a second death and injury.

The lightning strike ignited the dense forest, and the fire was dim and shadowy, causing the troll to lose the darkness he relied on to hide.After a bolt of lightning was fired, the dark clouds showed no signs of dissipating. Instead, they gathered more and more, covering the dense forest with a thick black mass, in stark contrast to the fire below.

Angmar noticed that at least dozens of trolls died in the front section of the front line, which was already slightly unstable. The troll commanders were trying their best to stabilize their subordinates.

The magical attack that kicked off the entire battle did not so much tear apart the trolls' front line as it tore apart their psychological defenses.No one could remain calm under such powerful magic that Mo Ran could control.

This is the power of magic.

On the other hand, the coalition's morale was greatly boosted, and their pace was therefore several points faster.

The blood elf mages are well-trained and skilled in coordinated spellcasting, and there is no need to give too many orders at all. The remaining hundred mages quickly took over from their colleagues and continued to deliver mana into the magic circle, so that they could take a break.

100 meter

The troll's crossbow fired. The string made of beast sinews and oil-impregnated tree vines was tightened to the extreme by the winch. Once it was released, it gave the crossbow arrow unparalleled kinetic energy. The thick and heavy crossbow arrow, which was several meters long, struck instantly. After a distance of a hundred meters, it penetrated many coalition soldiers who had no time to dodge.

This kind of "siege weapon" with poor accuracy is extremely slow to load and can only attack once at most. Then it will lose its effectiveness as the two armies enter hand-to-hand combat and the shooting angle is blocked by one's own soldiers.Therefore, the troll waits until the opponent is close before starting to shoot, in order to maximize the damage.

The paladin unit where Ashbringer Mograine belonged was the focus of the trolls' attention and was attacked by at least a dozen ballistas.Hearing this legendary strongman shout loudly, the Ashbringer in his hand instantly shone brightly, and an unbreakable shield of holy light immediately rose in front of him.All the crossbow arrows shattered upon contact, causing no casualties.

Two of the crossbow bolts, whose accuracy was worrisome, even deviated from their original targets and flew toward the back of the battlefield where the blood elf mage was, and were shot down by Angmar's spell halfway.

I have to say that the trolls are really too backward.

Before the collapse of the earth, this ancient ethnic group established the most powerful empire in Azeroth, covering all the land until it was defeated by the night elves.After that, they fell into ruin and never regained their former glory.

Moreover, more than 1 years have passed, and trolls seem to be insulated from the word "development".

While other races have successively established their own kingdoms and used continuously innovative technologies to bring benefits to the people, the trolls still remain in a very primitive stage, placing all their hopes on the guidance of the "Loa God" and Others exist in the "divine power" given to them.

The backward technology and lack of change were the fundamental reasons why they were defeated by the combined forces of humans and high elves 800 years ago.After all, how can armor composed of thick wooden boards and animal bones resist the slashing of steel weapons and magic attacks?

Today's trolls have not changed at all. If their unique talents were not too powerful, they might not even be able to keep their last habitat in the cracks between the territories of various tribes.

Angmar did not dare to judge whether the troll was correct or not. After all, the troll's use of the "power of Loa" brought him powerful power, but he always felt that the hope of the survival of the race and the favor of foreign objects must be combined. The equal sign is a huge mistake in itself.

Finally, the coalition forces, which suffered minor casualties while carrying the troll's spear, walked the last 100 meters and fought with the troll.

"Continue casting spells." Angmar ordered, targeting the center of the battlefield and launching a short-range teleportation spell.To read, please follow WeChat account: rd444