World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

At this time, the sky has turned white, which is the time when ordinary people sleep the most.

Lingya and his troops were waiting in a woods.

This place is not far from the orc camp. As long as the saber-tooth tigers charge at full speed, they can rush to the wall in no time.

Ling Ya held a piece of dried meat and told the soldiers while eating it, "Tell the soldiers to concentrate, we are going to prepare to charge."

This is the best time, in the dead of night, and according to Lingya's opinion, their sentries are probably exhausted by this time.

"Where's the mystic?" Lingya whispered to them: "When we attack later, release all your spells to one place, fill up the ditch on the ground, and blow open their walls."

Seeing the secret mages nodding their heads, Lingya was also very satisfied, "Well, the time is almost up, now come with me and rush forward!"

Lingya led the most elite Scarfang warriors towards the gate of the camp. Like a torrent of Sabertooth tigers, they quickly attracted the attention of the orcs.

Sylvanas, who had been waiting here for a long time, picked up her bow and arrow, and aimed at the mystics who were casting spells.

For ordinary archers, the weather will affect their archery skills, but Sylvanas doesn't care about this.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

Shoot three arrows in a row and the arrows will hit. The three arrows represent the death of the three casters.

Lingya was furious, who is this damn archer? He threw spells composed of pieces of white bones towards Sylvanas.

Sylvanas glanced at him, and she saw Lingfang's actions. She jumped back gracefully, perfectly avoiding this spell, and let Lingfang's bone fragments fall into the air.

At the same time, Sylvanas was also very vindictive and shot an arrow at Lingya in mid-air. Lingya knew the power of this arrow. He used all four limbs together, jumped away, and accelerated suddenly to the Under the wall.

The orc soldiers noticed him, and they had prepared everything under Sylvanas's order.

Several stones of different sizes were quickly thrown by them, and every saber-tooth tiger who tried to climb the wall was violently counterattacked by stones and spears.

The same goes for Lingya. He cast a spell called Bone Armor on himself, and a layer of armor made of white bones appeared on his body, just like a skeleton warrior.

With a wave of his claws, the stone was easily shattered by him, and the remaining gravel fell to the ground.

And Sylvanas ignored him. What could a spellcaster who ran right under his nose be afraid of?

"Remember, attack him with javelins and stones as long as he shows signs of casting spells." Sylvanas walked on the wall, and after instructing the soldiers, she began to continue shooting. All spell casters in the distance were among his targets. one.

At this moment, the battle between the two sides has reached a fierce stage.

The Sabertooth spellcasters used the power of the earth to knock down a section of the wall, and their soldiers quickly rushed in to drink blood.

But the orc infantry were not fools, and they watched helplessly as they rushed in.

Under the leadership of the centurion, the soldiers formed a formation to block the gap.

He used the big shield in his hand to block the fierce attack of the saber-toothed tiger.

"Use a short sword!" The centurions in charge realized that this situation was exactly in line with the situation explained during training.

In such a dense space where people are crowded, if you use a long weapon such as a spear, it is easy to stab it out without even being able to withdraw it.

The daggers are different. These specially made daggers can facilitate the soldiers to stab and withdraw freely, giving these saber-tooth tigers who generally like to fight alone and move around in battle a little shock to the orcs.

This orc army is different from the ones they have heard of before that rely on personal bravery. They are armed with big axes and sledgehammers, and their fighting style is to rush forward.

These orcs relied more on their team, using the shields and swords in their hands to form a steel city wall. The gap created by the mystics with their lives not only failed to allow them to enter, but was forced back by the orcs.

This almost moth-to-flame attack made Lingya very angry.

"Attack them! What are you waiting for? Use magic to smash them to death!" Lingya cursed angrily: "You idiots, hurry up!"

He climbed up the wall, grabbed an orc soldier to death with his claws, threw down its broken limbs like a certain knight, and roared, and in an instant... he was struck by five or six javelins.

Lingya was a spellcaster after all. He turned over in embarrassment to avoid the javelin, but was hit by a soldier's shield. An orc quickly hit him with a large shield, and Lingya whipped him to death with a crack of the ground.

Seeing him acting recklessly on top, Sylvanas was very displeased. She snorted coldly, walked quickly to Lingya, took out the dagger, and threw it fiercely, stabbing Lingya who couldn't dodge. left arm.

This time it hurt so much that he screamed.

This dagger is not just a dagger, it still has a hint of death power on it.

Lingya climbed down the wall and never dared to stay on it again.

He couldn't leave, Sylvanas would kill him if he stayed any longer.

Sylvanas sneered: "I hope you can run."

He stopped caring about Spirit Fang and took a deep breath.

"Die!" She used the wailing sound that the banshees used to use on the battlefield. This harsh and shocking sound caused the spellcasters to suffer.

Sylvanas appeared as a banshee, and her soul broke away from her body, turning into a purple-black phantom and quickly rushed in front of the team of mystics.

Her voice was seductive, but at the moment it sounded like the whisper of the God of Death, "I will give you a happy death."

No one knew what she said in Salas, and no one knew what the purple-black phantom was.

It's like they don't know how the mystics died.

In short, all the casters of the Saber-tooth Khajiit were dead.

At this time, Lingya was already thinking about retreating. Enough people had died here, and he couldn't bear such losses.

Not to mention the infantrymen who were still fighting, the death of these spellcasters had already made his mentality explode.

He should have understood that since the beginning of the battle between the two sides, when the orcs were not as defenseless as he thought, he was already at a disadvantage.

The balance of victory never tilted in his favor.

Bang, bang.

Dang, Dang.

The claws of the saber-tooth tigers kept attacking the orcs' shields. Although their claws were sharp enough to be comparable to weapons, it was of no use.

Their claws cannot break through the orcs' defenses, and they cannot defend themselves against the orcs' sharp swords.

These saber-tooth tigers, who lacked armor and weapons, could not break through the orcs' defense line even though they were pressed in full force.

Their bloodthirsty instincts were gradually overtaken by the fear in their hearts.

Everyone knew that the Saber-tooth Tigers were destined to lose, and they had already failed at this time.

"Oh, a beast is a beast." Sylvanas said.