Infinite Heroes Seat

"Who dares to fight me?!"

A phantom of a demon faintly appeared behind the two armies. Illidan vented his magic power recklessly and domineeringly in front of the two armies, without paying attention to the Alliance army in front of him, especially when he looked at the blood elves in the alliance. It is quite unkind.

Although he was caught alive last time, Illidan thought that he was too careless, and the blood elves attacked shamelessly, so that's the result. This time it will never make the same mistake again. Moreover, this is the battlefield, and the blood elves cannot shamelessly send people to besiege it.

"Rugged man!"

Facing Illidan’s provocation, Berwar didn’t pay much attention. In the eyes of the regent, the strength of individuals on the battlefield of nearly 200,000 people is always limited. In the end, the two sides still have to rely on each other’s army. Speak, and he just has faith in the soldiers of the alliance.

Of course, this does not mean that Bolvar will let Illidan ignore, at least the Alliance cannot lose morale in the face of Dark Night and the Allied Forces of the Scourge.

Glancing his gaze in his own Seventh Legion, Bolvar began to look for a subordinate who could fight Illidan.

But at this moment, Mo Wen, who was standing next to Bovar, stepped forward.

"Your Excellency Regent, leave this demon to me!"

Boval frowned slightly. To be honest, if anyone else stood up now, he would agree to the other party’s request without hesitation. It’s just a one-on-one match. The impact of victory or defeat on the alliance will be minimal, but only No one can hear it alone. As the prince of the blood elves. He is the last blood of the Sunstrider family. If he died before the two armies, then all the blood elves would have to go crazy. This will have an impact on his next battle. Although the prince's strength is good, there are always surprises, isn't it?

After hesitating a little, Bolvar still said: "His Royal Highness Kael'thas, I don't think this is necessary, it's just a half-demon, and you will lose your identity by shooting it!"

But Mo Wen shook his head. Looking at Illidan, who was holding the war blade of Azzinoth and flaunting his might in front of the two armies, said angrily: "This demon once fell into the hands of our blood elves. For some reason I put it away. Thinking of now that it dares to jump out and block the army of our alliance, if we don't get rid of it, how can the face of my blood elves survive?"

Talking. Mo Wen also glanced at a man in a cloak not far away. The latter was holding a circular knife wheel. When he noticed Mo Wen's gaze, his body trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but In the end, he didn't say a word.

"Then we can also find someone else to kill it, Your Royal Highness Kael'thas, you are now the only heir to Quel'Thalas, and you shouldn't be in danger anymore!"

But Boval was still a little worried, and persuaded him bitterly.

The result happened to be this time. When Illidan saw that no one in the alliance was playing, he immediately burst into joy and yelled: "The blood elves. The last time you attacked me, why didn't you dare to stand up this time? Don’t you even have the courage to play?"

Mo Wen glanced at Bolvar, the latter shrugged helplessly, agreeing, and Illidan started a race attack. If the blood elves don't play, or if they play and fail to win, it will be a shame.

At this time, it is not easy for Boval to stop Mo Wen from playing. I can only pray in my heart that this prince will be as powerful as the rumors said.

A smile rose on his face, and after getting Bolvar's consent, Mo Wen a teleport appeared directly in front of Illidan.

"Last time I ran like a mourning dog, and now I dare to appear in front of me, Illidan, you are so bold!"

The words that came out suddenly made Illidan's face stiff, as if he had eaten a fly.

"It's you!"

Looking at Mo Wen in the armor, Illidan's face was slightly distorted. It has not forgotten how Mo Wen used Tyrande to threaten it, and then snatched its treasure from him.

"You die for me!"

There was no nonsense at all, the Azzinoth War Blade in Illidan's hand was cut directly at Mo Wen.

The strong wind lifted Mo Wen's long hair, and he could even feel the chill on the knife.

Slightly shook his head, looking at the swords that were constantly approaching him, Mo Wen had some disdain in his eyes. After absorbing the power of Gul'dan's Skull, Illidan's strength had reached a first-class level. But the same ranks are also divided into three, six or nine. After being promoted to the first-class level, with the inexhaustible magic power in his body, Mo Wen is no longer afraid of most first-class masters, such as Archimonde. At the pinnacle, he could fight, although Illidan was fierce, he was still not enough.

With a flash of white light in his hand, Mo Wen's Ice Thunder Tribulation blatantly greeted Azzinoth's War Blade.

Hearing only the sound of the war blade rubbing with a sneer, countless sparks burst out between the ice thunder tribulation and the war blade of Azzinoth, and finally both stopped.

"Huh?" Illidan exclaimed. As a half-demon, it still has a bit of confidence in strength. He didn't expect that the elf prince in front of him looked inconspicuous, but his strength was so great that he could actually contend with it. But then it sneered again. If the other party thinks that the demon hunter has only this ability, then it would be a big mistake.

Just listening to Illidan inhale gently, the next moment a green flame suddenly surrounded the Azzinoth war blade in his hand, and then burned Mo Wen along the place where the two war blades met.

"Boy, just die here for me!"

In Illidan's smirk, the demon flame capable of burning mana and flesh directly wrapped Mo Wen, forming a green torch.

"His Royal Highness Kael'thas!"

There was a burst of exclamation in the alliance army, and Bolvar and others changed their faces and subconsciously wanted to go to rescue.

But Sylvanas stopped them and said slowly and confidently: "Don't add to the chaos, this level can't help your Royal Highness!"

Sure enough, the situation suddenly changed in the next moment. A biting chill spread from Mo Wen, a large amount of frost extinguished the green flame almost at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then rolled back towards Illidan. The cold temperature made the soldiers of the two armies feel that the surrounding temperature was dropping rapidly.

"That's all? Illidan, I don't know what you are so proud of, you dare to say this to me!"

Accompanied by Mo Wen's plain tone, this time it was replaced by the Azzinoth War Blade, which was completely frozen into an ice sculpture, and Illidan's eyebrows began to glow with white frost, and his teeth began to tremble.

"asshole!"

Looking at the snowy area gradually spreading to his body, Illidan's expression this time became completely solemn. The method of pressing the bottom of the box was used without hesitation. The dark magic energy spread out from its body, almost in the blink of an eye. The huge demon figure condensed into an entity and appeared in everyone's eyes.

"Selling the soul to the devil, is it still only this level of power in exchange for it?"

There was no fear in Mo Wen's eyes, the Ice Thunder Tribulation in his hand flashed. A huge ice crystal slash directly smashed the huge hand that the demon stretched out.

"Ilidan, I let you off last time only because of a small agreement, but you arrogantly appeared in front of me again, dare to speak out!"

The purple electric arc crackled on Mo Wen's sword, and the next moment a huge purple beam of light rose into the sky, directly enshrouding the devil in it.

Struggling and wailing, everyone can smell the devil being scorched even if no sound is heard.

The soldiers of the alliance cheered for it. The night elves on the opposite side looked at each other, because of Illidan's complicated identity, they had never regarded him as their own. But they also don't want it to lose at this time.

"--Roar!"

Trapped in the purple beam of light, the demon that Illidan had turned into a madness suddenly went mad, and with two wings abruptly, with the surging magic power and great power, it actually shredded the beam of light abruptly.

In the dripping purple light rain, Illidan, half-focused, gathered his hands on his chest and slammed it. A green fireball with a large number of diameters and terrible fluctuations appeared in front of it.

"If you avoid it, the Alliance fighters behind you will die!"

In order to win the final chance, Illidan was completely shameless at this time, and shouted at Mo Wen with a smirk.

But Mo Wen shook his head.

"You still don't know the gap between you and me!"

One after another blue rays shot from Mo Wen's hand, directly penetrated Illidan's fireball, and then blasted it fiercely.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, thick frost began to spread quickly on Illidan, and then it was firmly frozen. The ice thunder in his hand whirled slightly, and he took a step forward and cut down Illidan with a straight sword. Head.

The huge head was flying in the air, and Illidan's eyes that burned with demon flames were still open. It seemed that he didn't expect that he would fall under someone else's sword so easily.

"--kill!"

The commander of the alliance, Bo Walton, was overjoyed, and suddenly drew out the sword from his waist, which was a roar.

The alliance's army moved slowly, and then accelerated to the extreme in a short time, sweeping toward the night elves and natural disasters like a wave.

With unspeakable excitement in their eyes, the soldiers of the Alliance almost saw the victory before beckoning to themselves.

On the mountainside of Mount Hyjal, Tyrande covered his mouth in disbelief, "Ilidan, how come?"

After all, he was a childhood sweetheart. Although he couldn't agree with Illidan's many actions, the death of the opponent at this moment still dealt a great blow to Tyrande.

But the Deer Helmet beside her was a little frustrated, and her expression was pale as she watched the Alliance wave sweeping over her.

"Damn, I knew Illidan was unreliable, so don't play if you don't have the ability! Hunters and sentries set me up with arrows, and the druid in front of me will withstand it!"

In order to reverse the unfavorable situation, Deer Helmet roared loudly.

Following his orders, rows of dense arrows leaned out from the back of the night elf.

Many soldiers of the Alliance fell to the ground with arrows, and were trampled into meat sauce by the team behind them, but the high morale of the Alliance was not affected at all, and they still screamed and charged frantically.

In just one minute, the night elves had time to release a few waves of arrows. The huge red waves of the alliance slammed into the dark night, in front of the natural disaster army.

With a loud bang, countless weapons and bodies violently collided with each other, and many soldiers' bodies flew into the air. The three colors of red, purple, and white were mixed together in an instant.

The blood began to spread, and the pungent smell of blood permeated the entire battlefield. The canine-toothed army was firmly embedded in each other, like two waves of ants. Soldiers from both sides fell one after another, just in the blink of an eye. There are hundreds of people lying on the battlefield forever.

"Archer shoot me! Hunter pet on top!"

Deer Helmet roared loudly. Commanding his own troops to resist the alliance's attack.

The giant bears, tigers and other beasts roared into the battle formation of the alliance in the army formation of the dark night. The archers of the dark night kept coming to draw their bowstrings. Throwing towards the top of the head, do everything possible to relieve the pressure on the troops in front.

"Shooter, mage attack!"

Among the alliance forces, Bolvar commanded calmly.

The long-range firepower of the alliance began to show off, and the blood elves' archers were far rarer than the night elves. They suffered a lot in the shooting, but their mage and the human race united together, and a huge fireball relentlessly bombarded the team in the dark night. In the huge explosion that continued to roar, the night elves were almost One by one fell down.

"Damn magic!"

Fandral Staghelm cursed in a low voice, looking depressed at the situation on the court, his heart was particularly aggrieved. When the high elves were expelled, Stag Helmet had also participated in it, but he never thought that he would face the attacks of his fellow descendants. Although magic goes against the way of nature. Its fluctuations may also attract the attention of the Burning Legion, but it is undeniable that it is powerful. Obviously, at this time, his side has more long-range power, but the troops have more casualties. Sometimes the damage caused by hundreds of arrows may not be as effective as a fireball, especially on the dense battlefield here, the damage caused by magic can be described as terrifying to the extreme.

The scene is still at a stalemate, the dark night, natural disasters, and the alliance's military formations collide with each other, and no one finds the advantage.

However, Deer Helmet is keenly aware that the situation is leaning against the dark night, and the hunter's pets are declining. More and more beasts are wailing and dying in the siege of the Alliance soldiers, and the soldiers of the dark night are fighting into the enemy's army with their bravery. They are almost fighting on their own, but the soldiers of the alliance can still maintain a small formation in the fight, and they work together to kill the soldiers of the night, especially under the leadership of those high-level blood elves. The squads with auras almost plunged into the heart of the dark night army like daggers. As for the allies of the dark night, the undead of the natural disasters continue to charge without thinking. One undead fell, and more undeads surged in. Although they caused considerable losses to the opponent by virtue of their numerical advantage for a while, but wait After their strength is weakened, they will definitely collapse quickly.

Taking a deep breath, Stag Helmet looked at Salorian on one side, "My Lord Undead, now we seem to have to take some action, otherwise the situation will probably be unsightly."

The gloomy light in Salorian's skull flashed slightly, and then there was a chuckle, "As you wish, Commander-in-Chief!"

Then I saw it command to an undead behind, "Let Rivendell and the others dispatch!"

After a while, with a loud horn in the natural disaster camp, the undead army fighting with the alliance gradually changed.

The undead who were not afraid of death unexpectedly began to evade the swords of the alliance this time, and they began to move slowly to the left and right, giving way to a wide road in the center of the military formation.

The soldiers who were being let out of a way out, were fighting with the undead, were a bit at a loss. Looking at the wide road in front of them, they couldn't react for a while.

But then the expressions of these people changed, and the ground under their feet began to tremble, and thunderous sounds came from a distance quickly. Most of the soldiers of the Alliance are veterans who have experienced many battles, so they are very clear about what everything means in front of them-cavalry. Only when a large number of cavalry charge together can there be such an abnormal noise.

Sure enough, after seeing the sea of ​​undead completely separated, a group of figures wearing black armor and riding skeleton horses appeared in front of everyone.

They were charging violently, swept in like a black torrent, and the death aura that spread was as thick as a black cloud to the extreme, matched with the blue eyes of countless knights, like a troop from hell.

"It's a death knight! Line up! Meet the enemy!"

A front-line commander in the alliance's battlefield shouted hoarsely, his voice even a little out of shape because of fear.

The alliance's army moved quickly, and no one fled, because these veterans knew that facing the cavalry charge and facing the enemy only allowed you to die faster, and only when you formed a battle can you have a chance. Alliance soldiers holding large shields quickly gathered together to form a shield wall.

And just after these shield walls were erected, the death knights had already arrived in front of them.

boom!

With a dull loud sound ~www.readwn.com~ The shield wall just assembled by the alliance was easily torn apart, facing the charge of the heavily loaded cavalry, these hastily formed positions can play less role. It's so few. After a while, the alliance’s army was completely torn apart, and the death aura rushed into the alliance’s army one after another with a bold and undaunted aura. The weapons spreading the power of death and frost began to reap the alliance soldiers mercilessly. s life. Although many death knights fell back in the impact and were submerged in the alliance's sea of ​​soldiers, more death knights gathered together and pierced the alliance's army a little bit.

Following these death knights, ordinary undead soldiers rushed up, taking advantage of the dispersal of the Alliance army, and began to massacre. Affected by this, the morale of the night elves on the other side was also lifted, and they began to slowly gain a foothold.

Looking at the death knights raging on the left side of the army, Bolvar frowned slightly, and said to a general beside him: "It's time for you to appear, General Abidis, and it's time for these **** undead to remember Silver Don’t let everyone down!” (to be continued)

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