Necromancer in another world

Chapter 810 Arathor's Army
First, Mannoroth's two sweeping sneak attacks, and then Immotar's mana burning, nearly a thousand obsidian destroyers were crippled by Leo.

What can dozens of Obsidian Destroyers do?
Annihilate a large human army?

Suppress hundreds of human mages?
Well, they can indeed do the above two points, but what they have to face now is a mage legion assembled by the Alliance with all their strength. What can they do?
They can do nothing but be killed.

The Obsidian Destroyer unit is finished!
Without their suppression, the mage, who had been holding back for a long time, was finally able to vent his anger. Fireball, ice arrow, ice gun and other spells illuminated the sky. While magic drove away the darkness, it also caused heavy casualties to the xenomorphs.

Leo patted Immotar's leg and signaled the disaster dog to shrink in size. The demon lord was too big, standing in the formation of the alliance army to block the sight of many people.

"You actually tamed it, it's really rare."

Hawksbill's admiration sounded from the side, and Leo followed the sound and saw the Ranger King walking towards him under the guidance of an alliance officer.

The blood elves are a member of the Horde, and Hawksbill just so openly appeared in the alliance army. Isn't Kael'thas afraid of breaking with the Horde?

Leo had doubts in his heart, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was no big deal.

At the beginning, the blood elves joined the tribe out of survival considerations. The miserable situation of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas at that time left the blood elves with no choice at all. Lor'themar wanted to get reinforcements from the Forsaken when the survival of the race was threatened. Had to agree to Sylvanas' invitation to make the blood elves a member of the tribe.

Times have changed, and the current situation of the blood elves is very different from when Leo first came to Silvermoon City.

The threat of Scar of Death, Dar'Khan of Dytholme, the Scourge army in the Eastern Plaguelands...these threats are all gone, and Kael'thas was successfully promoted to demigod. Other people's faces?

Besides, it was Lor'themar who agreed to join the tribe, not Kael'thas. The blood elf prince clearly expressed his dissatisfaction with Lor'themar after returning to Silvermoon City from Draenor. The ambiguous news passed to Fuchsel gave them another excuse, and they had a reason to be dissatisfied with joining the tribe. Kael'thas could figure out what he would do with his toes.

The blood elf prince with a tough personality and the indecisive Lor'themar are two kinds of people, and the styles of the two people's governance are naturally very different.

When Hawksbill came to him, Leo asked, "Are your people in place?"

No elves participated in the previous battles. There is only one possibility for Hawksbill to appear at this time, and that is that the army of blood elves is about to join the battle.

"Fandral asked us to help the Horde, and His Royal Highness agreed, but our army will not be in the company of orc trolls, so we will be close to the Alliance in the formation, and it is best to be adjacent to Arathor's army."

Hawksbill's request from Kael'thas - I'm going to make a move, where's your man?
To say that the Arathor Kingdom's army participating in this war is indeed too small, the number of 1 is not even a fraction of that of the Stormwind Kingdom or Gilneas, so it is embarrassing to say that it is one of the three major human kingdoms in the alliance?

Even if the Kingdom of Arathor is so thick-skinned, Varian and the others are not fools. How could they promise the Kingdom of Arathor to only contribute so little?
"I see." Leo nodded, signaling to Hawksbill that he already understood what Kael'thas meant, "Reassure Kael'thas, as soon as the blood elf army joins the battle, my people will appear immediately, and I promise to let you Everyone was taken aback."

Leo's words made Varian, Magni and others full of doubts. Does the Kingdom of Arathor have some powerful cards?

The leaders of the alliance were not half surprised that Hawksbill found Leo. The cooperation between Stromgarde and Silvermoon City was no secret to them. So confident, where does his confidence come from?

It can be seen from the 1 people who participated in the war in the Kingdom of Arathor that Scarlett transferred all recruits, and these recruits were regular troops of the Kingdom of Arathor. What is so surprising about such troops?
Even if the Kingdom of Arathor sent their troops composed of veterans, it wouldn't surprise everyone.

Could it be the Summoner Legion formed under Leo's management?
No one knew what kind of medicine was sold in Leo's gourd, only Hawksbill had a vague guess.

The Ranger King gave Leo a glance that I understood, and then backed away. He was going to reply to Kael'thas and let the blood elf army enter the stage of the Battle of Ahn'Qiraj.

"The relationship between Silvermoon City and the tribe...hehe..."

After Hawksbill left, Magni and Caderos laughed. Although the two dwarf leaders didn't finish their words, they expressed their meaning completely—the blood elves and orc trolls will definitely go further and further. Far.

Lights of magic shone from the rear of the Horde, and the army of the blood elves appeared.

With the sound of swishing arrows piercing the air, the elf ranger drew the big bow in his hand, and the sharp arrows rained down, and the alien worms were shot back and forth.

The elves finally made their move.

Seeing this, Saurfang and Rexxar felt relieved. After Kael'thas regained control of Silvermoon City, the attitude of the blood elves took a 180-degree turn. They had a little cooperation with the orcs and trolls. His attitude became extremely indifferent, and even such a big event as a war with the Beetlemen was perfunctory, which made Saurfang feel helpless.

Fortunately, the blood elves did not do anything more extreme, and finally extended a helping hand when the tribal warriors were weakened due to long-term fighting.

Compared with the Alliance, the current weakness of the Horde is that there are not many existences capable of large-scale destruction. Whether it is a war machine like a gun or a spellcaster like a mage and a warlock who can attack in groups, the Horde is far inferior to the Alliance, which is why their The reason for the loss of combat power is far more than that of the alliance.

Fighting against opponents like the Yaqi Empire, the lack of range damage firepower means that you have to consume more strength on the opponent's cannon fodder.

Orcs and trolls have more fighters than mages, and blood elves are just the opposite.

The latter has a lot of spellcasters, and with the existence of the Silver Moon Ranger, the long-range firepower is extremely powerful, and there are less than one profession such as soldiers who may stand in front of the front to resist the enemy's attack.

More than [-]% of the blood elves with powerful warrior talents would rather be a low-level mage for the rest of their lives than change careers to be a warrior. This shows how obsessed they are with magic.

Magic rained down along with the arrows, the offensive of the alien swarm was suppressed, and the warriors of the tribe finally had time to catch their breath.

Saurfang and Rexxar are full of joy for the blood elves to join the battle. Although these long ears are so arrogant that people can't wait to cut them off, their strength is unquestionable. With their help, the casualty rate of tribal fighters can be reduced Thirty percent or more.

But soon, the joy of Saurfang and Rexxar turned into anger.

The blood elves belonged to the Horde camp. After they joined the battle, they should have moved towards the main camp of the Horde army, but they didn't do that. Instead, they kept moving towards the Alliance camp.

"Hun Dan, what do they want to do?"

Rexxar growled in a low voice, if the blood elves hadn't weakened the fire support to the Horde army while moving towards the alliance camp, the orc hero would have questioned loudly.

The actions of the blood elves caused a commotion in the Horde army. Although they were quickly suppressed by the officers, many orc and troll warriors regarded them as enemies in their hearts.

Are those loathsome long ears trying to betray the tribe?

Why are they leaning towards the Alliance, these guys don't know they are still part of the Horde?

Saurfang was also sullen, instead of being blindly angry like the others, he quickly thought about the reason, and soon he understood what was going on.

The blood elves don't trust the orcs and trolls. Not long ago, there was a report of an error in the information on the ruins of Ahn'Qiraj, which exhausted the little trust the blood elves had. They had no sense of belonging to the tribe. How could they run to the main line of the tribe composed of orcs and trolls?

Those damn souls are all their bad things.

Saurfang didn't blame the blood elves indiscriminately, he would have reacted the same way if he had done it, what he hated were the arrogant and war-loving guys in the clan, if they hadn't been making trouble inside , How could such a thing happen?
Seemingly knowing that what he did was too much, the blood elf army did not get too close to the alliance, but left a certain gap.

Seeing this, Saurfang felt much better. Although the distance between the blood elves and the Horde's main camp was much farther than they were from the Alliance, didn't they not join forces with the Alliance in the end? This means that things have not yet reached the worst stage .

However, as soon as this idea came to mind, a sudden change happened.

crackle!

There was a crisp sound in the gap between the blood elves and the alliance army. This strange sound overwhelmed all kinds of noises in the battlefield, and made everyone who heard it feel a sense of enlightenment—something was broken.

crackle crackle...

Before everyone could react, successive crackling sounds enveloped the battlefield.

Under the illumination of the magic light, everyone could clearly see that the space between the blood elves and the alliance army was cracking, as if something was about to break through the space and descend into this world.

What happened?
Questions linger in everyone's mind.

Fortunately, this problem didn't bother them for a long time. A huge object smashed into the space, gradually revealing its true colors.

Naxxramas!
Although the colossus only revealed a small part of it, Varian, who was familiar with it, still recognized its identity—this was clearly the air fortress Naxxramas that Leo had snatched from Kel'Thuzad.

After a mysterious disappearance, did Naxxramas finally reappear? What does Leo mean by letting it fall to the ground instead of flying into the air?
Just as Varian was looking at Naxxramas inquiringly, the gate of this fortress suddenly opened, and the sound of orderly footsteps came from inside the fortress, and a well-organized army with a murderous look came out from the inside. It was Arathor's battle robe.

(End of this chapter)