Rise of the blood elves

Although most skeleton war horses are slightly inferior to well-bred war horses in terms of speed, size and carrying capacity, they have one advantage that war horses, no matter how good their bloodline or how well-trained they are, do not have: they are fearless.

As we all know, horses are timid creatures. This is a self-protection instinct that has been gradually solidified during long-term survival and evolution.Facing predators with sharp teeth and claws, they have no good means of defense. Over time, they have developed a vigilant and timid nature, running away at the slightest sign of trouble.

It has to be said that this is also a very good means of self-protection, because there are few predators that can beat them in speed, and even if there are, most of their habitats do not overlap with them, so they cannot be encountered at all.But this instinct is a big headache for riders.

Even a war horse that has undergone long-term desensitization training may be frightened by various irritating loud noises on a noisy battlefield, such as a thunderous war cry, and throw the rider off the horse.

When Edras Blackmoore's orc slave gladiators began their journey to liberate their compatriots, many Alliance soldiers who had fought against the two clans under their command all remembered the chief of one of the clans deeply.

The tall, tall chief with a tattoo on his chin and wielding a huge battle ax that made a roaring sound. During battle, he would emit a shocking war cry that could shatter a person's eardrums. Many cavalrymen were thrown off because of this. War horses are disabled. This is said by those who were lucky enough to survive, because most of the cavalry who fell off their mounts during the charge were trampled to pulp by the horses behind them.

Undead war horses have no such worries. They are fearless and move forward indomitably. If their master tells them to go east, they will never go west.Such a mount that can 100% carry out the owner's instructions is the dream of all armies and all riders.

But at this time, the skeletal war horses that were charging felt fear from the depths of their souls towards the two god-like figures shrouded in holy light. Not only them, but even the riders on their backs were filled with fear. Stay away from that light.

The holy light shines on them and is burned into their thoughts and corrupt hearts.They wanted to escape, but they were unable to hide in the holy light. They instinctively stopped, stopped, retreated, and retreated again.

The fast riders behind them had no time to stop their horses and collided directly with the cavalry in the front row, triggering a chain reaction.For a moment, people were on their backs and the scene was extremely chaotic.

The holy light gradually dimmed. At least hundreds of undead cavalry fell down in the accident. They were either dead or injured, or lost their mounts. They could only crawl up from the ground and rush towards the defense line on foot.After the other half of the cavalry finally controlled their horses to stop, they still chose to take a detour and rush towards the defense line. However, there was no longer enough distance for them to accelerate, and the momentum of the charge was more than a hundred times weaker than before.

Angmar knew without thinking that the two "gods of war" shrouded in golden light must be Lafayette and Dathrohan. It seemed that they had completed the "purification" work of Archbishop Fao and came to support the people here. fighting.

They wielded the warhammers blessed by the Holy Light and killed all directions. There was no enemy among the undead, and they were all wiped out in an instant.Angmar also saw a pretty figure who was constantly using spells to support the two flanks. It was Lana Thel.

The arrival of two legendary paladins and a high-level epic mage made the disadvantaged southwest defense line as stable as a mountain, and Angmar no longer needed reinforcements.As if they had been given a shot in the arm, the soldiers gathered around the three of them with high fighting spirit and launched a counterattack. Instead, they beat the undead back steadily.

At the same time, dense footsteps sounded, and Angmar looked back. Many priests wearing plain robes also came from the rear to support the battle.It turns out that the church has taken care of the spies who caused chaos in the refugee camp, and is finally free to support the defense line.

With these two powerful reinforcements, the battle situation has been completely stabilized, and victory will only be a matter of time.Seeing this, Angmar's heart dropped to the ground, but as soon as he relaxed, he felt weak and almost fainted and fell to the ground.

I had been paying attention to the situation on the battlefield just now, so I could divert my attention for a while, but now I can no longer ignore the sequelae caused by the awakening spell.

"Mr. Special Envoy, are you okay?" The guard captain supported him, his voice was extremely dull under the cover of the thick mask.

"Let's go, let's join the war too." Angmar shook his head, braced himself, and walked down the slope first.

In a battle of this scale, unless you have epic level strength, you will have no sense of existence, and the effect it can have is very limited.But it would be difficult for him to relax without seeing the alliance's complete victory and the system notifying him that the mission was completed.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, Angmar smiled and said: "You won't let me go down, will you?"

The captain of the guard walked a few steps quickly with him, without any intention of stopping him. While tightening the straps of his breastplate, he said: "Your Highness, as long as we protect your safety, we have not said that we want to restrict your personal freedom. Besides, we I have long been eager to go into battle and kill the enemy."

"Didn't you act like we weren't going anywhere just now? The best way to protect me is to keep me in the rear. God knows if we get to the front line, a poisoned arrow will pierce my chest right away."

Suddenly, a sharp sound broke through the air.Angmar's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was instantly fixed on the sharp arrow that pierced the night sky and struck quickly. With his elf vision, he could even see its shiny barbed arrow clearly.

Adrenaline is secreted quickly like a punctured water bag, and the blood pumped by the strong heart is carried to every cell in the body.

The passage of time was infinitely slowed down. He subconsciously mobilized all his magic power, trying to condense a magic shield on his body to block this cunning and vicious arrow.

"small"

The captain of the guard reacted very quickly. While giving a warning, he stretched out two big hands like cattail fans to push him away.

"heart"

Before he finished speaking, there was a "pop" sound, and Angmar's left chest felt cold. He saw the blood splashing out. Against the background of the battlefield filled with shouts of death, it looked gorgeous and dreamy. The bright red color, every drop They all embody the vitality of a once living creature.

His eyes slowly moved downward, and he even felt that the sceneries in his field of vision had afterimages, and finally found the half of the arrow that was completely submerged in his chest.

Judging by the length, it must have gone through the chest, he thought.

The speed of time suddenly returned to normal, and the guard captain's big hand also arrived. A huge force suddenly acted on the left side of his body, and then he rolled down the hillside.

Before falling into coma, Angmar suddenly found that his mouth seemed to be opened.