Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 362 Three Kills Fatty Ma

The number of airdrop pods is as great as the number of countless falling hellfires, and a huge number of magic bats and doomsday guards directly broke through Draenor's atmosphere and completed the landing. The pressure on Urna is increasing. The scene reminded all the crew members of the Seed of Argus of the past.

In Argus 20,000 years ago, the defense line collapsed in this way.

"Form a formation! Maintain the front!"

Atas shouted at the top of his lungs. The light blades in his hands could no longer remember how many demon bodies he had chopped open, but the number of demons in front of him was still huge.

"Vice Captain Atas, Coralion said that Turedal can take off and take off, but the sky has been blocked by the Burning Legion, and they are going to jump directly into the bottom orbit."

Karak's somewhat anxious mood reached Atas's ears along with his voice.

"With Turedal's weak weapons, even if they jump to low orbit, what's the use? As a target?! Let them hide first! Prepare to attack with the Seed of Argus!"

Atas said as he jumped to avoid the slashing attack of an angry guard, and then the brightness of the light blade in his hand suddenly increased, killing all the demons around him.

"The charging of the Seed of Argus is still continuing, but the charging point in the southwest seems to have been damaged by the Burning Legion and needs to be repaired, otherwise it may not be launched."

Karak brought another piece of bad news, which made Atas feel even more agitated.

What trouble! The distance from here to the southwest area is quite short! How is he going to get there? !

"I know, I will solve this problem personally! How is the weapons inspection on the Seed of Argus? Make sure there are no problems!"

Although Atas knows how big the current problem is, he still has to work hard to complete it, otherwise there will be no future at all.

The situation in Urna also happened in Shattrath and Auchindoun. The entire Talador area was under the focus of the Burning Legion. The countless landmark buildings here are full of Draenei style, which naturally caused It aroused the disgust of Archimonde and other eredar demons.

Draenei civilians from countless surrounding villages and towns swarmed into the cities of Auchindoun and Shattrath to seek shelter. Only these two cities with the presence of Naaru could generate an energy shield composed of holy light to protect them. This is to avoid the orbital bombardment of the Burning Legion.

But even so, a large number of people died on the way to escape.

"The Burning Legion is still here."

Velen's expression was full of sadness. He had tried very hard to hide, but in the end he could not escape the pursuit of the Burning Legion. This scale of orbital bombing had exceeded his expectations. The only time he had seen it was in At the time of Argus; that was when the Burning Legion was attacking the eredar!

"Prophet, we have gathered all those who can fight, and we will defend Shattrath to the death!"

Akama came back in military uniform with two war scythes hanging around his waist to report.

"Hold on, I have contacted the other Naaru, and a Holy Light Fleet is on its way. We can board the ship and leave by then."

Velen looked at Akama with a complicated expression. He had just contacted Naru Adal, the leader of the Holy Light Fleet, and this was also part of his language.

"Leave?! Prophet! We have lived on Draenor for so long? Why are we leaving again?"

Akama couldn't accept Velen's arrangement. They had finally rebuilt their home on Draenor and established a firm foothold. But just because the Burning Legion caught up with them, they had to give up everything?

Do not make jokes!

The demons are very powerful! But this is no reason to run away without a fight!

"This is part of the prophecy. We haven't reached the final battle yet."

Velen firmly believed in the correctness of his prophecy fragment. Since the prophecy fragment told him that he needed to escape on the Naaru's spaceship, he should do that.

"I am not from this era. This time, I will be with Shattrath! The city will be destroyed and people will die!"

Maraad from Azeroth decided to disobey Velen's orders. Because of his arrogance and poor judgment, a team of refugees was slaughtered by the violent orcs. This time, he will never make the same mistake again.

Even if he is going to die, he will die in front of those refugees!

"Go and make arrangements. I'm going to continue to contact Adal and the others."

Velen stood up and left the meeting hall expressionlessly, preparing to return to his quiet room.

Outside the city of Altay, Daza led Varian and Alsace to fight their way out, heading northeast along the flat but now somewhat dilapidated continent due to the war.

"This guy's physical strength is too good to be exaggerated!"

After the continuous fighting and non-stop running, Varian was also a little exhausted at this moment.

"Ha~ you'll get used to it, that's what this troll king is like."

Alsace was also running out of breath, and he began to be unable to keep up with Dasa's speed. He thought he could catch up with the troll king after so many years of training, but now it seems that he is still Not even close.

Even with the help of Holy Light.

None of the demons along the way were Dasa's enemies. In his eyes, they were all trash; they were no threat to him, but that was not necessarily the case for the two little guys behind him.

Looking at their panting, he knew very well that he had to find a suitable vehicle or mount, otherwise he would kill these two guys just by running like this.

But at this juncture, where can he get a mount?

After much thought, he decided to run. After arriving at a relatively safe place, he could leave these two guys behind and go to the Dark Portal by himself.

The assault battle is still going on, and the airdrop pods and hellfires in the sky are still coming towards the earth endlessly. It is obvious that the Burning Legion is preparing to use Draenor as a bridgehead to attack Azeroth. Such a large number of The troops aren't just out to take down all of Draenor.

In order to prepare for the attack on Azeroth later, the army only needs to cross the Dark Portal.

While running, Alsace suddenly felt a tremor in the earth. It was not the kind of vibration that occurs when the hellfire from the sky hits the ground, but a very rhythmic one, like the sound of heavy footsteps. A tremor.

"That's the Lord of the Abyss!"

Alsace slashed in the direction of the vibration, and saw an extremely large abyss lord with a brown-gray body like a mountain coming towards this side.

"Dasa!"

After Mannoroth was resurrected by Gul'dan, he angrily headed towards the Dark Portal. On his way forward, he didn't expect to meet Daza. This was the fifth time he met this mortal.

This time, he must avenge his shame! Completely eliminate this mortal!

He is the destroyer! Vanguard of the Burning Legion! Archimonde's deputy!

He will eventually destroy everything that stands in his way!

Seeing Daza charging towards him with a double-headed gun, the annoyance in his heart turned into a substantial bright red anger. He hated that a named demon lord came out to cause trouble for him at this time.

It wasn't that Daza couldn't kill Mannoroth, he was worried that when he was fighting the demon lord, the two silly boys behind him wouldn't be able to hold on.

"This is troublesome! A demon of this size." Varian looked at the huge Mannoroth and was already thinking about how to deal with it when he saw Alsace next to him turn silvery white. The height and size also increased rapidly, and soon an iron viku appeared here.

"I'll hold that guy back! You go first! For the sake of the alliance!"

As the god descended to earth, Arthas said, holding the Hand of Tyr that also became huge in his hand, and rushed towards Mannoroth with golden holy light flashing all over his body.

"Ah, it seems that this boy has mastered this ability skillfully. However, we don't have time to waste here anymore. That guy Mannoroth is blocking my way again."

Daza sighed while watching the battle between the two giants, and asked Varian to cover for him. He poured all his anger into the spear in his hand.

As bursts of thunder appeared, an orange thunder gun appeared.

The battle between Arthas and Mannoroth was intense from the beginning. He still underestimated the fighting power of the Abyss Demon King, even if he activated the descending of the gods and transformed into Tieweiku to fight against the opponent. , but the battle is still difficult.

The Holy Light gave him a good ability to protect himself, but did not give him a stronger means of attack. Arthas was confident of killing Mannoroth, but after that he would inevitably be killed by the sea of ​​demons around him. drowned.

The state of a god descending to earth cannot always be on, he will eventually end.

The shock wave caused by the collision between the war hammer and the war spear swept across the battlefield. The roaring sound was like thunder, and the golden holy light and the green evil energy reflected each other.

Mannolos did not expect that the Iron Man of Holy Light who suddenly appeared in front of him would be so difficult to deal with. The evil energy spear in his hand could not even pierce the opponent's armor, which made his already manic heart become even more manic.

Mannoroth's roars became louder and louder, but he still couldn't quickly kill the target in front of him. He was the vanguard officer who wanted to open the road to Azeroth for the Legion. How could he be stopped by this guy in front of him? ? !

"Die! Bug!"

Mannoroth roared while stabbing Alsace with the war spear in his hand, and an orange stream of light flew out from behind Alsace and hit his head.

"Dasa!"

Mannoroth didn't see clearly who had just struck until this moment, but he was unable to move on.

"Death! Devil!"

Arthas waved the hand of Tyr, which was shining with the dazzling holy light, and hit Mannoroth's chest hard, knocking him away like a ball.

The explosion occurred in the distance, and only the evil storm set off could prove his existence.

"Go! Keep going!"

Daza didn't look back after throwing the gun. He held another gun in both hands and rushed into the group of demons heading north again, relieving a large part of Varian's pressure.

"Is that power also a type of anger?"

Varian had never imagined that anger could do that.

"Strength is not only your physical strength, but also your will. Varian, you need to strengthen your will!"

While Daza was attacking, he was teaching Varian the technique of his previous attack.

"Not just physical strength but also will?"

Varian followed Daza and wiped out the fish that slipped through the net while continuing to move towards the destination.

In the city of Urna, Sylvanas and Sura Swift Arrow were also among the non-combatants planned by Artas. These two representative ladies representing their respective races did not look like they could fight. look like.

"These draenei are in trouble, aren't you going to help?"

Sylvanas turned to look at the night elf sentry captain who was taller than herself.

"Their battle line is farther forward. I plan to go, where are you?"

Sura looked at Sylvanas beside her.

"We won't be able to go anywhere if we don't rush back from the attacks of these demons, so let's go."

Sylvanas said as she walked towards the front line with Solidar Wrath of the Stars in her hand. As the regent of the blood elves, she was not as delicate as she looked.

"Okay, let me see if the hunting skills of you descendants of high elves have deteriorated."

Sura said and also chased after him.

"Hunting competition? I like it. Then let me see the strength of you guys who have been hiding in the forest for thousands of years."

Sylvanas loves these hunting contests.

On the front line of Urna City, Artas's pressure is increasing. He has just led his team to retake the energy supply crystal captured by the Burning Legion, but now it may be difficult to defend this place.

In the sky, attacks from the Burning Legion were still coming. Faced with this overwhelming force, the reason why he could remain stable was because he believed in Dasa, the leader who led them all the way out of Argus.

During the melee, two arrows were shot from behind, and two angry guards fell to the ground. Only then did he notice the arrival of reinforcements, but unfortunately they were non-combatants in his opinion.

"What are you two doing here?! Go board the ship!"

As soon as Atas turned around, he saw the two elven huntresses joining the battlefield. He was already angry and yelled on the spot.

"As Regent of Quel'Thalas, it is my duty to fight to protect my people."

Sylvanas opened her bow and fired arrows while speaking plausibly.

"Elune will not let his followers fight alone. I can feel Elune's blessing and power from you."

Sura didn't lie. From the first time they met until now, she noticed that this Delaney seemed to be a follower of Elune, which had never happened before.

Just when Atas was still about to say something, a red meteor flashed across the sky and fell into the group of demons. The explosion and shock wave swept away everything at the point of fall.

"Chief, you're back!"

In Yavar's view, the red meteor streaking across the sky was a sign of Dasa's arrival, and the spear of victory had already been thrown.

This battle must be won!

(End of this chapter)