Stratholme God

   Chapter 1313

  The military situation was urgent, and no one noticed that the army sent by Tyrande was 20,000, which far exceeded the total amount of magic spar the night elves had hoarded.

   Playing portal force projection is quite expensive.

   However, after the arrival of 20,000 reinforcements, there was no follow-up.

   This kind of thing, if you taste it carefully, most of the guys who come out are qualified to be involved in political games.

  The vast majority of night elves don't have this idea - no one has the room for this at the moment of the enemy. His number one leader turned the tide and turned the building down at the critical moment. Such a responsible and capable leader is definitely the suit of the night elves.

   Most of the people who were more inclined to the Druid faction had already unknowingly tipped the balance in their hearts towards the goddess faction.

   "For the glory of the Kaldorei!" Tyrande rode a white tiger and held a bow of the stars. Under the divine light of Elune, the goddess of the moon, she was the goddess of war of the night elves—

   The ripples created by a drop of water can instantly spread across the entire pond like a spider web.

   A horde of savage invaders can similarly cobweb destruction across Shadowdale.

The    orc army is like a green tide, flooding every corner of this land.

When the orc's metal boots were lifted and dropped by the hundreds, the sonorous footsteps gradually converged into a force that shook people's hearts - it was like a continuous and rapid drumbeat, penetrating everyone's eardrums, With a bang.

A second-rate clan chief who came to Shadow Valley through the portal watched the young man under him burn, kill and destroy. In his opinion, the real orc hero should be a beast. This fertile land swore its sovereignty.

  The wildness is the instinct of the orcs. What kind of battle is there without wildness?

   He was satisfied with the slaughter of his subordinates instead of stopping them.

   How dare these slender long ears dare to rebel against the great Iron Horde? They have to teach them a lesson, and they will obediently give up the land to the great orcs.

   Just as he was thinking about what a fertile hunting ground this land could become in the future... Death has come!

   "簌!"

  A long arrow pierced the space—

   The shining diamond-shaped arrow, shaped like a delicate earring, sharply shattered the violent surge of the orcs.

   One person, one ride!

  The bizarre blue-purple hair was **** in a single ponytail and flew behind her head, without a cape, but the starlight emanating from her body was like a banner, and the banner was full of the bright moonlight of the moon goddess.

   Ten thousand years ago, she was too young to play in the battle of the ancients.

   Ten thousand years later, her radiant and heroic appearance shines on the battlefield.

   "Elves strong?"

   This tribal chief had just flashed this thought in his mind, and suddenly realized that the arrow seemed to be shot towards him.

   He was even completely stunned, he could only open his mouth wide and stare at the arrows in his field of vision getting bigger and bigger.

   for a split second.

   He subconsciously raised the steel battle axe to block the door in front of him.

   He instinctively thought that the small, slender arrows could not penetrate the blade of the battle axe, which was as thick as two orc fingers.

   He was wrong.

   The price of making mistakes is his life!

   As if the time that had slowed down suddenly resumed its normal flow, with a "click" sound, the arrow directly broke through the solid axe blade and penetrated his brain from his wide-open mouth.

The    arrow pierced the throat, and then the starlight quickly spread across his head, causing the entire head to explode into a smashed rotten watermelon in the next second.

It wasn't until a large amount of blood and brain plasma sprayed out behind him in a cone shape, killing the two guards behind him in seconds, and the body that lost half of his head twitched, and then flew upside down more than one meter under the drive of Juli. , crashed to the ground.

   was sniped by enemy archers from a distance of 200 meters, and the surrounding orcs were completely stunned.

   It took a few seconds for them to react and roared furiously: "This **** killed the chief! Avenge the chief!"

   They picked up the guy, instigated the warg, or took two big hairy legs and rushed towards the murderer.

   "Humph!" Shandris Yuyue snorted coldly, her slender legs clasped her Nightsaber, and the ferocious mount immediately turned its head and flew towards the woods not far away.

   When more than 2,000 orcs rushed into the woods, what awaited them was an incomparably three-dimensional and luxurious array of arrows.

   "Arrow attack!"

"The enemy is in the tree—" The orc's shrill howl resounded through the woods like a piercing siren. All the orcs seemed to wake up from a dream. It seemed that the enemy they killed with them not long ago was not as weak and deceiving as imagined. .

   Their brown-red crude faces turned pale, and they suddenly had a bad premonition in their hearts. When they looked up, they saw countless ghostly arrows pouring down toward them like dense rain threads.

   At this moment, the only thing you can count on is the black iron armor that spans the ages.

   They raised their shields high.

  These heavy shields use hardwood as a bracket and a hard iron with a thickness of one centimeter as the shield surface, which is the guarantee for their survival.

   Unexpected.

   It was not the sound of arrows flying.

   is the continuous crunch of metal shattering.

   The strong shields that could not be easily slashed with all their strength when they were dueling each other were as fragile as paper against the arrows of the enemy.

  These arrows that surpassed the times recklessly harvested the lives of the invaders.

   This huge army of orcs had just stepped into the woods, and was harvested in less than three minutes.

   Every night elf sentinel was angrily trying to kill every intruder, but Shandris made a stop gesture.

   She stared at the row of shadowy portals in the distance of the Shadow Forest, where another huge army of orcs rushed out.

   "Our priority is to protect the people, there is no need to fight the orcs here."

   Shandris was furious, but she remained calm amid her fury.

   Having never experienced the first and second Dark Portal battles, she has heard a lot of the early orcs' tactics. Among the tribes where human life is worthless, it is really possible to use human life to exhaust the ammunition of the alliance.

   She always kept in mind McDonald's "prophecy" - the Iron Horde is most likely from an "outland" that has not been poisoned by fel energy. If this is the case, we must plan for the worst, and this enemy may well be three to four times as powerful as the previous tribe.

  Each sentry has two pots of arrows. Once the arrows are used up, the sentry's combat power will drop sharply.

   Fighting the Sentinels here, that's what idiots do.

   "The land is lost, the people are lost!" McDonald's words were firmly imprinted on Shandris's heart.

   "Withdraw!" Shandris shouted loudly, stopping the restless sentinels under him.

   The night elves are fighting and retreating here, and the battles in the other three places will also start within a few days.

   What adds to the weight is that by the end of January, the number of large cross-space portals that invaded all parts of the alliance reached 20, and the alliance was almost in a hurry!

   (end of this chapter)