Infinite Heroes Seat

The sacred mountain of the night elves, Hyjal, the former lush forest sea has turned into a scorched black. The big explosion that destroyed the polluter Archimonde completely destroyed the vegetation here, except for the top of the hill, the huge world tree Nordrassil. Outside the wreckage, there was nothing else.

However, since the early morning, this abandoned land has once again become lively.

Tall and purple-skinned figures came slowly from the horizon, like a purple ocean, with no edge at a glance. There were still a large number of beasts in the team. From time to time, falcons could be seen across the sky, huge wild fields. The bear roared in a low voice, and from the bottom of the valley on the other side, there was also a team walking out, all pale and tens of thousands of troops, but the walking was quiet and terrible, the faint blue fire seemed like countless swarms. Fireflies.

The two troops did not greet them or clashed. They just led them to the sacred mountain Hyjal under the leadership of their respective leaders and began to arrange various fortifications. The undead’s troops were doing their work in an orderly manner, and no one made extra moves. However, the night elves’ team was a little turbulent, pointing at the white sea of ​​bones standing next to him, with worry in his eyes. There is also disgust. Dark night and natural disasters, who were supposed to face each other hand in hand, at this time the team was clearly divided into two sides.

Halfway through the mountainside of Mount Hyjal, the night elves and the high level of natural disasters gathered here, ready to command the battle below from a high position.

Among the crowd, Tyrande looked a little worried at the situation at his feet. Fandral asked next to him: "Stag Helmet, is there no problem in setting up the formation like this? Will you wait for the alliance to cut off the connection between us?"

In a magical world like Azeroth. The coordination of the arms during the march is also a very important part. Generally, at least the warrior is in the front and the mages and archers are firing at the back. However, the arrangements of the dark night and natural disasters are not coordinated at all. There are many close combats and the soldiers are fierce. The natural disasters that are not afraid of death and the powerful long-range firepower, the hunters and the ranger's powerful dark night are all taking care of their own, and they are fighting. If the warriors and druids of the dark night cannot withstand the attacks of the Alliance, it is very likely that they will cause huge casualties to the long range behind them. On the other side, there is a lack of long-range firepower, and the natural disasters are also likely to be cleared by the war magic of the opposite blood elves, so the real correct approach should be to mix the two sides and rely on the undead of the natural disasters to block the alliance's attack. Fight for space and safety for the long-distance of the dark night.

Listening to Tyrande's words, the Stag Helmet shook his head. He reached out his hand to his druid legion and whispered: "This is also impossible. We druids use the force of nature, although The damage to the undead is not as strong as the holy light, but it is still somewhat affected, and the pets of the Beastmaster hunters are also very sensitive to these undead, if standing together, it will make the hunter spend more time to calm down. "

Unlike blood elves, whose ancestors were mostly high-level elves, who were good at magic rather than melee combat, night elves who were closer to nature developed their own unique melee combat system during the race for tens of thousands of years, such as Druid’s Transfiguration and The summoned beasts formed their shield. Enough for them to calmly face any close combat ground impact.

Staghelm talked about the conflict between the undead and the two, basically negating Tyrande’s proposal to mix melee combat together, but then he glanced at the undead commander next to him, "Of course, if you can convince the undead We are all standing in front of our battlefield, that's another matter!"

Salorian smiled when he heard the words, and the muscles on his shriveled face twitched. Spreading his hands, he said, "I'm afraid this won't work. The great Lich King ordered me to come here to fight against the brutal alliance with everyone of the night elves, not to make cannon fodder for you!"

I knew that I would get this answer right now. It was no surprise that Deer Helmet was a united rivalry, but it would be nice if Dark Night and the Natural Disaster didn't hinder each other. They wanted to cooperate with each other. That was just a delusion.

Upon seeing this, Tyrande no longer struggled with this. Seeing the rising sun, her brows frowned slightly, "It's almost noon, when will the Alliance troops come?"

Deer Helmet shrugged, "I don't know, but I guess it's coming soon. The strength of the undead will drop insignificantly under the most sunny conditions, and the Alliance will not let it go!"

Tyrande nodded, and then asked nervously: "Stag Helmet, do you think we can win this battle?"

Staghelm's brows began to frown, because he could see that Tyrande had lost confidence, or she was worried about the current situation, fearing that the night elves would lose too much, and this was true for Staghelm. An extremely unfavorable situation. Although he is nominally the commander of the night elves in this war, Tyrande is the leader of the race. If she does anything that shakes the military's morale during the battle, the blow to morale is absolutely fatal. , At least the night elves in the surrounding area are a little shaken now.

Taking a deep breath, Stag Helmet said loudly to Tyrande: "High Priest, we have an army of 50,000 in the dark night, and our allies have 70,000. The total is 120,000. As for the alliance, the blood elves three Ten thousand, forty thousand humans, ten thousand dwarves, a total of 80,000 people, a full 40,000 fewer than us, so we must be the one who wins in the end!"

Drinking loudly with a voice that everyone around can hear, Deer Helmet is an opportunity to boost morale.

However, Tyrande seems to be something wrong today. Her expression is a bit anxious. She didn't even see the intention of the Deer Helmet. Instead, she retorted: "That's not the case. There are only 80,000 people in the alliance, but this 80,000 is. The elite of the three tribes, most of them can even play one-on-one against the orcs that used to be, but what about us? Our night elves have even the auxiliary soldiers who have not been on the battlefield lined up, and the natural disasters are even more— —"

"Enough!" Deer Helmet shouted violently, but it directly interrupted Tyrande.

Illidan, who was protecting Tyrande, gave him a fierce look, but Stag Helmet ignored it, but glanced left and right. Then he lowered his voice and said to Tyrande, "Tyrande, you are the high priest of the clan, and countless people are staring at your every word and deed. You want to destroy us before the war begins. Your chance to win?"

"Sorry! Deer Helmet, I've failed." After all, Tyrande was the leader of the dark night for thousands of years. After Deer Helmet reminded her, she quickly discovered her own fault and explained with a wry smile: "No Knowing why, I have had an ominous hunch since this morning. It seems that there has been a voice urging me to lead everyone out of here, making me feel uneasy!"

Soon Tyrande glanced at Salorian, the commander of the undead. He lowered his voice and asked at Deer Helmet, "Fandral, what do you think about guerrilla warfare with the Alliance if we leave here, just like when the orcs first arrived?"

Deer Helmet was taken aback for a moment. Looking at Tyrande incredulously. Has the unease in the opponent's heart reached this level when he said the words to retreat before the battle?

The Stag Helmet, who had some confidence in this battle, also shook, but when he thought of Deathwing's command before the battle, he gritted his teeth again and said angrily: "How can this be the same? The orcs are poor in mobility. With our speed advantage, our race can still fight guerrillas with them in the jungle, but now our opponent is the Alliance. Whether it is blood elven rangers and wizards, or dwarf griffon riders Bringing terrible harm to us, we can no longer fight guerrilla with them." That said. His voice was another meal, and then he deliberately increased his volume a little: "And we can run, what about the undead of the natural disasters? They can't run fast, and in the end they can only be killed by the Alliance alive. We as allies can only be blocked slowly!"

"You!" Tyrande was so angry that Deer Helmet was speechless, not that she agreed with Deer Helmet's analysis. He also said that he was dissatisfied with the other party's refutation, but Lu Huo deliberately increased his voice. Let those surrounding undead high-level leaders also noticed.

Sure enough, in the next moment, Salorian led the two death knights to come over and asked Tyrande: "What's the matter, your high priest, I seem to have heard some bad news, it seems that someone wants to escape! In that case, our Scourge Corps will probably take some corresponding measures."

Although Salorian's tone has not changed, the threat is beyond words.

Tyrande glared at Stag Helmet bitterly, then waved his hand to Salorian, and said, "No, I just said casually, wanting to adjust the fighters. Our cooperation with natural disasters is still Very sincere!"

She was very clear about Deer Helmet's plan, and it was nothing more than taking this opportunity to force her to express her position and cut off her other thoughts.

"Really? That's good!" And the same Salorian didn't plan to fight with the night elves at this time. He just exposed the topic casually, braving the gloomy eyes but looking towards To the other side.

"It just so happens that our enemy is here too!"

Tyrande and Staghelm looked back and saw a red wave slowly hitting the distant horizon.

"—Om—Om!"

In the loud horns one after another, the Alliance troops walked into the sight of the dark night and natural disasters.

At the front of the team, the Scarlet Crusaders, the Blood Elf Knights, and the Seventh Legion of the Alliance came slowly with a large shield in one hand and a weapon in the other. The dazzling Guanghe makes a huge clanging sound every time it takes a step, neat and tidy, just like a sound.

Then there are griffins flying in the sky. They carry dwarves and hover around in the air, like a flock of vultures waiting to choose people to eat. They are densely packed and look like a black cloud.

At the end of the team, there are energetic elf shooters and tribal wizards. Each of them has bright and energetic eyes. Even if they look at the enemy's army of hundreds of thousands, they are all confident in their eyes. .

All the night elves took a breath of cold air unconsciously, just feeling as if a large mountain was pressing against them, and their hearts were so dull that they could not speak, and they could smell a strong smell of blood in their noses.

Although from the perspective of the number of people, it is their side that has the advantage, but no matter whether there are many animals, the Night Legion like a circus, or the undead of natural disasters who have never mood swings, they cannot show this kind of golden iron horse and **** battle. Qianli's momentum was completely suppressed by only one face.

And as the alliance forces continued to approach. This sense of depression becomes more and more obvious.

"Stop!"

A few hundred meters away from the two sides, there was a loud cry from the alliance's army.

Then, hearing a loud bang, all the soldiers of the Alliance stopped at the same time. That neat movement caused the ground of Mount Hyjal to vibrate, and seeing many night elves secretly swallowed.

On the mountainside, Fandral Staghelm's brows were almost twisted together. Looking at the expressionless faces under the helmets of the Alliance troops on the opposite side, he felt an agitated spirit in his heart. As one of the most outstanding commanders among the night elves, he knew exactly how terrifying the unwarranted army in front of him was. No matter what point, it explained the difficulty of the other party, and looking at the night elves under his own hands, they felt a little stiff in their hands and feet. Deer Helmet's face is ugly to the extreme.

"Damn, you can't let them go on like this."

Muttering softly, Deer Helmet suddenly took a step forward, exhausting all his strength. There was a sudden roar.

"The Moon God is above, and the dark night will win!"

"The Moon God is above, and the dark night will win!"

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Although not in the empty valley, the sound of the deer helmet still echoed strangely, reaching every night elf's ears.

Elves, look at me, I look at you, and then I don’t know who took the lead. Everyone raised their arms and shouted.

"The Moon God is above, and the dark night will win!"

"The moon **** is on top. The dark night will win!"

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Crazy shouts came and went one after another in the dark night camp, and affected by this, the animals in their team also began to roar and roar. The various strange noises all over the sky drove away the fear in the night elf's heart for a time, and brought bloodthirsty enthusiasm.

"Oh, isn't it? It seems that there are still capable people in the opposing army!"

Walking on the back of the army on horseback, the commander of the alliance, Bovar Fortagan, looked at the scene in front of him with a smile, "But. It's useless!"

He drew the sword from his waist, and the regent roared.

"--kill!"

As if to answer his words. The Alliance forces that had stopped advancing suddenly took a step together.

"kill!"

The trembling shout was mixed with a pungent **** feeling, and just a loud shout suppressed the roar of the opposite night elf.

Then the soldiers in the front row raised their weapons one after another and knocked on their shields again.

"kill!"

The neat knocking sound accompanied the roar, completely drowning the night elf's cry.

The last archers drew their bowstrings one after another. Although the creaking sound of the bow was slight, but it was very harsh in the sky, and then the archer shouted.

"kill!"

Three killing characters in a row resounded throughout the world, and instantly overwhelmed all the voices.

The hoarse cry of the night elves just turned into a joke in an instant, like a barbarian army wielding a wooden stick showing off its strength to an elite army.

The aura of the night elves that had rebounded almost fell in the blink of an eye, and was completely stunned by the three murderous words that soared to the sky, most of the elves were earthy faces.

On the mountainside, Deer Helmet felt his face twitch, and he felt a stomachache unconsciously.

I didn't feel much when I dealt with the Burning Legion that was messed up, but now compared with the elite troops of the Alliance, the discipline of the night elves is too bad, and what are you afraid of! Can the soldiers of the Alliance be more terrible than the demons of the Burning Legion? At that time, you were not in this way, right!

It can only be said that because the individuals of the Burning Legion are powerful and their sizes are weird, when facing them, the night elves always have the feeling of hunting large beasts, so they can deal with it easily, but when they face the alliance of this size and strength When it was not strong, it was a bit overwhelming when it had a neat army. The murderous aura that was completely different from the beast made those night elves who had never been on the battlefield extremely uncomfortable.

While looking at the somewhat distorted expression of Deer Helmet, Salorian flashed a faint light in his eyes, and then joked with a chuckle: "Deer Helmet Commander, do you need our help later?"

Different from the night elves' obviously suppressed aura, the undead have maintained a posture since the Alliance army entered the battlefield. Although the aura has not risen, it hasn't declined, hasn't it? So Salorian also started to make fun of the Deer Helmet. After all, the Deer Helmet did not boast about going to Haikou when the opponent was fighting for the leadership of the two clans.

"No need!" Listening to Salorian teasing, the expression on Deer Helmet's face became worse and worse. His gaze swept unmarkedly at a night elf wearing a heavy armor and a full mask behind him. ~www.readwn.com~ then turned to the other side.

"Ilidan, go and give the Alliance some color!"

Although the war in Azeroth did not have the habit of single-handedly confronting generals before the war, this did not affect the stag helmet to improve the morale of one's side.

Listening to the arrogant tone of the Deer Helmet, Illidan let out a cold snort of dissatisfaction, and then his eyes turned to Tyrande who was aside.

Seeing the latter nodded slightly, the demon hunter spread his wings, gliding like a bat from the mountainside to the front of the two armies below the mountain.

Stomping his feet on the ground, Illidan shouted in front of the alliance's tens of thousands of troops and raised the Azzinoth War Blade in his hand.

"Alliance mess, you are seeking your own death! Who dares to fight with me?!" (to be continued)

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