Stormwind God

There are all kinds of equipment on the tribe side.

Stone warhammers, spears made of sharpened branches, animal skins tied to the body's armor, and temporary patchwork of branches, there are a large number of freshly baked trebuchets without cutting off the branches and leaves ...

At first glance, it seems that his opponent is a wild and desolate tribe with no civilization.

And the trolls on both wings of the orc are still what they were thousands of years ago. The spear is a sharp spear tip made of sharp stones. That thing is quite dangerous for an almost unarmored ranger, but it is completely waste for heavily armored elf infantry and arcane constructs.

The initial nervousness of the elf soldiers was all amused by the sight in front of them, and then a whisper of laughter came.

"I thought it was an amazing race of intelligence to break through our runestone magic defense line ..."

"The Ranger at the border is also a waste. It was actually beaten by such a guy to discard all dignity, and dozens of letters of help were issued a day."

The soldier's laughter drifted into the ears of the Ranger troops stationed in the eastern temple line of defense, and every Elf Ranger had anger on his face.

Windrunner's four sisters stand in different positions:

Aurelia's sturdy figure stood proudly against the wind, expressionless, but anyone could see the pain in her eyes.

Sylvanas clasped her hands in her chest, leaning against the shadow of a pillar in the temple, her back to the battlefield, her mouth sneering.

Windeisha, who was supposed to be the most lively, sat on the steps of the temple with her hands on her knees and said nothing.

On the contrary, Lishui, whose face was sinking in water, covered her forehead with her right hand, making a gesture of looking into the distance: "Big sister, there are miscellaneous cards in front, and the elite of the Blackstone clan behind, and there seems to be a special fog-type spell at the rear.

"Sure enough, Duke guessed it again ..." Aurelia, the great hero of the Troll War, murmured with disappointment, and soon, her emerald eyes regained her spirits: "As long as Du Okay, the high elves will not perish. "

After all, she raised her pitch and shouted, "Hadulum! Lor'themar!"

The two elven rangers quickly came behind Aurelia.

"Hardulum Brightwing reports to you."

"Lotherma Theron reports to you."

Alleria turned back: "Are things ready?"

The two Ranger captains had a little hesitation, and after a brief stupefaction, Qi Qi answered, "Ready."

"That's good." Aurelia nodded, she didn't realize that she had just ordered the second of the Big Three in Silvermoon City ...

Over there, the horns of marching came at almost the same time.

All the elf warriors did the same thing, putting on helmets.

The Elves' helmets are very different from the Alliance's Arathor helmets.

Its decorative significance is far greater than the actual combat significance. Compared to the half-cover style of the Alliance helmet, the elf helmet is more like a beautifully carved face armor with complicated patterns and fine to extreme coloring, far from the past. Almost all the mountains and fields are reflected with golden and red light.

Because of the widespread use of the zither shield, the soldiers' movements were also quite flexible.

However, after the narrower shield was seen by Orgrim on the podium, the chief warned a sneer.

Here, on a huge podium lifted by four five-meter-tall, huge arcane constructs, the great Sunstrider Royal Orthodox heir Kael'thas showed his dazzling appearance in front of the army.

With a wave of hands and a shot, there are unimaginable charms.

Gently pointing into the distance, Kael'thas exclaimed: "Cover shot!"

As the commander's voice spreads through the magic team behind the human magic unimaginable mature messaging system. On the hillside near the eastern temple, a continuous line of fire that illuminates the entire horizon glows brightly.

This is the fireball technique released by more than a thousand earth mages at the same time!

The mage group, which is equivalent to the total number of mage groups of several human kingdom mage groups, is only standard in the high elves. In fact, the percentage of wizards in the elven army is more than one-tenth.

With so many mages, the momentum created by them is extremely scary.

With the continuous whistling of "Whoohoo", countless fireballs passed over the head of the elven infantry and reached the orc scatter line starting on the other side of the battlefield.

It was an instinctive, distress-like hunch, and every orc warrior about to be hit had a feeling of scalp tingling.

None of the orcs panicked, and none of them retreated. They were still roaring and charging.

Ten seconds later, a sea of ​​red fire was seen falling from the sky, covering the orc's already somewhat messy and loose charge array. More than 800 orc warriors died in smoke, and twice as many orcs became burning human torches, struggling and rolling in the flames.

It is conceivable that within a short time, they will become a charred corpse.

Next is the harvest time.

The Elf Infantry marching with a zheng-shaped shield with one hand thought so. No unit can maintain morale in such a blow. That's what the instructors said when they were trained.

Unfortunately, they encountered an exception.

Although more than half of their compatriots have been devoured by the flames, the more intact orcs still ardently launched an ardent charge.

"This is impossible!" Exclaimed a female mage beside Kael'thas.

Kael'thas narrowed his eyes. He pretended to be calm, but others felt a trembling in his voice: "Shooter striker!"

The orcs on the charge are very fragmented, and it is wasteful to cover them again. It was the right way to hand over the hundreds of orcs to the infantry to solve. A strong sense of crisis made Kael'thas order to make up the knife.

Unfortunately, his marksman army was ashamed of him.

The marksmen are elite among the rangers. For political reasons, the rangers of the Windrunner family are not eligible to enter such a royal shooter unit. Their archery is truly outstanding, but actually not many people have experienced actual combat.

Even when a large number of companions died, they still roared wildly and rushed to death. For various subjective or objective reasons, many ‘shooters’ hit the orcs, but they missed the point.

Kael'thas saw with his own eyes that three arrows were worn on one cheek, and the whole person was already an orc like an arrow and pig. Even if he had been bathed in blood, he still killed the array of elven infantry.

"There are less than three hundred orcs left, shouldn't it be a problem?" Kael'thas said to himself.

The next situation scarcely scared his heart.

The elf's infantry array was actually broken by three hundred orcs! (To be continued.)