The sages once said,"Love is a war without smoke!"”Ten thousand years ago in Darnassus, the demon hunter Eduard became the sacrificial object of the ancient elf legend. In the square of Darnassus, under the eyes of everyone, Eduard was like a defeated rooster who had lost all his face. He had no choice but to withdraw from the competition of love.
However, the Goddess of Fate didn't abandon Udian. After Priestess Tyrande, a Guardian named Mai Wei appeared in Udian's sight.
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Steel blades and raging flames, crazy heartbeats, boiling blood, and powerful strength were like a strong airflow that spiraled around Deep Heaven Mountain. The huge airflow rolled up a huge vortex, mixed with layers of waves, wreaking havoc on the territory of the Deep Heaven Mountain in a brutal manner. The lofty peaks and the tall pine branches were simply unable to withstand the attack of the airflow. In just a short while, the hillside collapsed in disorder.
"Too strong, too strong!" The Abyssal Envoy was like a cold killer. After successfully killing his prey, he focused his attention on the next delicious meal. The tip of the spear was covered in blood. It was the last relic of the dead soldiers. However, the ferocious abyss messenger did not care at all and allowed the relics of the dead to multiply.
The war had only just begun, but the elemental army had already understood the Burning Legion's power and determination to dominate the world. The ancient race, without experiencing the baptism of blood and fire, would eventually become the beauty of history and disappear from everyone's sight.
However, Akara didn't want to go with the flow. As the leader of the elemental race, he also had the dream of leading his people to the path of prosperity.
"Come, let out our last roar!”
The cries rose and fell, and the wails that could summon the wind and rain. The summit of Deep Heaven Mountain was like a passionate symphony, constantly changing in the hands of a sonorous and powerful commander.
"Use the terrain as cover, go!"
"Jump into the forest and lure the Abyssal Envoy into the trap!”
"Use numbers against numbers, quickly surround the enemy in a small area!”
The passion of blood and fire, the collision between the country and the rise and fall of the country inspired the last hope and determination of the ancient people. They used the wisdom of the working people and used the crystallization of wisdom to collide with the swords and spears of blood and fire.
"Pa!" The song stirred up thousands of waves. The torrent of wisdom was like an invisible wall that firmly wrapped around the entire Deep Heaven Mountain. It was difficult to move even an inch. The powerful Abyssal Envoy felt an unprecedented pressure.
" Destroy all defenses, charge…" The messenger of hatred wielding dual blades stepped onto the battlefield as reinforcements. Under the dazzling sunlight, the sharp blades kept rolling. The blades were as bright as mirrors. At this moment, it was as if they were being helped by the gods.
The blade lit up and became dazzling. The eyes of wisdom lost their direction in the whistling blade. Heaven and earth were stitched together, and together with the colorful clouds in the clouds, they were enveloped by endless darkness.
Would the ancient people disappear into the ruins of history just like that?
Was the crystallization of wisdom being frozen mercilessly at this moment?
No, we still have people, we still have power…
At the top of the Heavenly Abyss Mountain, the last song of the elements came from the ethereal mountain peak. The prayers of the people and the tenacity of the soldiers sent the last notes into this stitched world.
" Follow our footsteps and drive the Burning Legion out of our homeland…"
The sorrowful song echoed throughout the entire Furnace of Death. The tone of the song was tearful, the melody was melodious, and the sorrow was so sad that it made people cry…
"Use our chests to build the last city wall!”
Every word was sad and full of gems. The heroic people stood up. In the echo of the song, their tall bodies were as tall as giants.
"Kill them!" Sharp blades cut off their necks, spears pierced through their bodies, and blood splattered everywhere. The remnants of musical notes were so shocking that even the Burning Legion was shocked.
One or two can't be killed.
Three, four, he couldn't stop them.
Five, six can't stay,
People who came later…
The layers of meat shields were like the Great Wall of the Celestial Empire, expelling all those who were against them. Even the cold executioner now revealed a shocked expression.
Why? Why was that? At the foot of the mountain, Commander Jovan shouted angrily,"
"This is the anger of the people.
This is the determination to protect the country.
This is the spirit that never flinches,
This was an unconquerable race…
Go away, retreat, and scram…The trio of the crystallization of wisdom played out on Deep Heaven Mountain again. It was powerful and charming…The passionate song inlaid a golden pattern on the shield. The ancient words and crisp green songs were useless no matter how Jovan mobilized his troops.
The indestructible shield is the power of the people,
The best defense in the world is a wall made of flesh and blood.
Go back to where you came from…
Was I wrong? Seeing the elite soldiers covered in dust, Jovan felt like a broken spear. His face was deathly still.
The Burning Legion was like a hibernating viper under the walls made of flesh and blood. They had lost their former glory, but the power of the people was far from over.
On the third day of the stalemate, Karl's army finally arrived. Facing the Burning Legion, whose morale had been slackened, Karl's soldiers rushed into the sheep pen like a pack of wolves.
That day, it was very late. The quiet music was like a harmonious lullaby, urging us to sleep. I lowered my head and allowed the warm spring breeze to disperse the heat of the Death Furnace. In the tent, leisurely snores rose and fell like a huge sleeping bug. Even the little lights had been completely extinguished.
After the war of slaughter, there was a rare time to rest. Even resting in Jovan's camp was full of fatigue. Ugly sleeping posture provided endless convenience to the high morale of Udian's army.
"I hereby announce that the surprise attack plan has officially begun!”Carl took the lead and ordered the soldiers to set fire to the grain. The blazing flames soared into the sky, dyeing the entire sky red. In just a moment, Jovan's camp was in flames, and there was no end to the shouting and killing!
The archers hid in an inconspicuous corner of the tent under the cover of the night. They were cunning, despicable, and shameless. In the mountains, outside the jungle, and even the latrines in the barracks became their targets. They could kill people with a hundred steps and chase souls with a thousand miles. The poor Jovan soldiers became handsome hedgehogs in the crazy shooting practice.
The Archers were brave, but the Claw Druid was not to be outdone. He roared," He raised his sharp claws and charged forward, tearing the Burning Legion soldiers into pieces.
Of course, on the battlefield, don't forget the 'cheap kings'-the female hunters. These female hunters, who were impotent when they encountered high-level soldiers and jumping up and down when they encountered ghouls, were the best at capturing the killing intent on the battlefield. When they were sure that the battle was one-sided, they finally stood up. He held a strange moonblade and randomly marked it!
After three rounds of attacks, Jovan's troops were completely paralyzed. They were like a mentally handicapped child, counting one, two, three, four with strange eyes. In their slumbering memories, they had long understood the true meaning of shamelessness.
Thus, they slowly gathered together and formed a strange formation. The archers, the Claw Druids, and the Huntress attacked slowly according to the rhythm!
Screams and wails continued. The Burning Legion barely managed to get up, but they had no time to resist. They were helpless and at the mercy of others. They would open their hazy eyes and fall into an eternal sleep!
"Kill, swing your saber!" The brave messenger of the abyss has gone to the west.
"Kill! Long spear thrust!" The powerful messenger of hatred met the King of Hell.
Even so, Karl had no intention of letting them go. With a wave of his loose magic embroidered robe, the royal guards and the Blood Elf adjutant hidden in the army formation charged in. The huge golden cross spear and the terrifying group killing magic made Udian's army completely synonymous with the Grim Reaper.
No one was willing to provoke the green-skinned monster, and no one was willing to face the blood-stained golden cross spear. The pitiful Burning Legion, the lowly invaders, had become a song of praise for the elves at this moment.
"Wise one of the thousand voices,
Please open your wise eyes,
Let's focus on the ancient land of the Death Furnace!
During the invasion of Bloody River and Mountain,
The Burning Legion,
This army crowned with death and slaughter, in the mighty fire,
He died in the hands of others,
Ashes and ashes…
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