It was true that in the aftertaste of history, we could no longer see the traces of time and war, but there were always some familiar names that were remembered by the world and passed down by pen and ink.
They were SemiGod Senarius, Demon Hunter Judian, Forest Guardian Saendo, Moon Priestess Tyrande, and Guardian Maeve.
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"We can't let them form a good formation!”Faski made a prompt decision and ordered the Naga Royal Guards to chase them away instead of killing them. They used the broken defeated soldiers to break through the defense line that our army had hastily established.
Without the command of the officer, the soldiers looked at their defeated comrades in a daze, seemingly at a loss. Even the warlocks who lived like a king did not dare to shoot Shadow Arrows randomly, lest they accidentally hurt their comrades.
What should he do? The soldiers were stunned for a moment before they were cut into pieces by the powerful Naga Royal Guards!
The scale of victory tilted towards Udian. The young prince saw the dawn of hope! In the sky, bright rays of light shot through the firmament, separating heaven and earth, causing black and white to fall silent.
However, the war was far from over. Jovan's adjutant rushed to the battlefield. After judging the situation, he decisively gave the order to sacrifice his life and protect the commander.
"Order the Shieldbearers to block the defeated deserters, spearmen, archers, and Shadow Sorcerers. Attack the defeated soldiers and those who are trying to break through our formation!”
In the deathly silent sky, Hades quietly descended.
"Is he still human?" Passerby B lost consciousness after this thought flashed through his mind.
"F * ck you!" Before he could finish his sentence, Passerby C was shot like a porcupine and fell to the ground.
Fresh blood flowed out of the bowl-sized wound. It was the sad tears of the Shadow Council…
Faced with the frenzied shooting of their allies, the defeated deserters were like wheat being blown by the wind. The straight and healthy road of flames instantly became the open door of the Shura World. The Deathbringer was summoned in heaven, and the sad tone gathered together to sing the last elegy of the defeated soldiers:
The tears of heaven, the light of all things,
Who can know the sorrow in our hearts?
We love peace, but how can there be peace in this world?
We hate war, but the ruler wants us to go to war,
We are ordinary, we are small, we are helpless, we can only passively accept the fate of being driven by others.
The outcome of the war, the change of power, the struggle for power, the change of power, what does all of this have to do with us?
Our request is very simple.
Surviving in this chaotic world, surviving.
The mournful elegy became the final declaration of the defeated soldiers. They sat together, allowing the swords and magic to wreak havoc on their bodies.
Laughing and laughing, they were fearless. Only under the threat of death did these simple citizens of Azeroth show their true colors.
The attack continued, and the defeated soldiers were killed one by one like dominoes. Their corpses were strewn all over the grass and bushes.
The blood has already been shed, and who can wash away the sins? The memory of the temple gave us the final answer:
"Invaders will never have a good ending!”
The defeated soldiers ascended to heaven in the elegy. Behind their naked bodies were a pair of white wings.
war continued
The Royal Guards, who had no one to cover them and could not hide, became the target of the Shadow Council's anger. Arrows and magic poured out. It was the perverted desire of an avenger.
The arrow was blocked by the spear, and the line of defense constructed by the golden cross-shaped spear was reduced to the Abyssal One written by Asura at this moment. The Brahmin blocked the sun, and the light of hope immediately faded into the endless night.
There was a scream and several wails. Sharp arrows and colorful magic intertwined, forming a powerful fire net.
The dense firepower tore through the defense line of the royal guards. Under the camera of the Azeroth photographer, the green skin weaved into a long march song, and the pale body stepped weakly across the snowy mountains and grasslands.
What is home? How can there be a happy Garden of Eden?
The sad song sounded again, it was the ancient and beautiful song of the shadow elves:
"Charge, for the pain of the Thousand Miles Snow of Min Mountain!”
"Charge, for the sake of Shengge, who will make the three armies proud!”
Faschi waved the flag and shouted, shooting arrows like meteors, shining in the vast Milky Way.
The Naga race would eventually rise, and Faschi took out her last arrow.
Bow, aim, shoot, turn all hatred into the cold wind of early spring, waiting for the judgment of future generations.
" Farewell, Naga!" Faschi broke the bow and took out the spear that she hadn't used for a long time.
"Kill them!" The fish tail moved, and the long spear attacked.
"Well done!" His Highness Karl's voice came from afar. He gritted his teeth and replied,"
"Naga's blood will not be shed in vain. Sinful invader, I'll show you how powerful Carl is!”
"Go, Druid!" Carl waved his hand, and a short Druid Magician charged out of the forest.
"The great dark forest,
Does the bright moon shine again?
On this wide road,
The Druid prayed deeply.
With your help,
Heal all wounded lives…
The Druid's hymn stirred up the forest beside the fire road. In the air, the Nature Elements began to collide.
Speed up, gather, level up. The natural magic power actually evolved into a gentle white light.
"HP Recovery!" On the battlefield, the Druid roared, and the negative effects of the Shadow Arrow disappeared like dust.
The dying royal guard stood up again, full of vigor. This made the adjutant who was attacking furiously feel extremely vexed.
"So it's a healer!" The adjutant gritted his teeth and said,"
"Kill the healer!"
With this order, a hundred spearmen quickly gathered and formed a powerful assault team, intending to defeat the healer in the shortest time possible.
This was no different from throwing a sheep into the tiger's mouth. The reason why Druids were so scary was not because they were just healers.
"Respected demigod Senarius,
Please bestow your loyal followers with endless power!
Transform!"
"Roar!" The roar of a giant bear came from the silent sky. Its short body transformed into an invisible ground tank under the praise of the elves, crushing the charging spearmen into pieces.
Flesh and blood were all over the place. Corpses were flying everywhere. There were continuous cries and deaths. It was hard to imagine what kind of body could possess such immense strength.
"This is the anger of the people!" In the depths of the temple's memories, a ghostly voice sounded.
The might of the Druids resonated with the royal guards. In a world of blood and fire, who would be willing to admit that they were inferior?
"We must not lose to the Druids. We are the true trump cards of the army!”The captain of the Royal Guards turned his head and said to the injured soldier who had fallen to the ground,"
"Do you still have strength? If there are more, stand up and kill the enemy!”
"Yes!" A neat and clear reply came from the broken army formation. Many emotions were hidden under his resolute face. There was a desire for victory and hatred for invaders.
"Go!" The royal guards rushed forward again, cooperating with the druids.
One sitting and one right, one front and one back, one slow and one fast, one open and one close. The power emitted by the perfect coordination was definitely not simply one plus one equals two.
Killing people, laying corpses, pulling out sharp weapons, and creating cruel massacres. It was like a water project, repeating itself in the Shadow Army.
In the face of such a powerful destructive force, the Shadow Council seemed extremely weak. They were powerless to resist.
They suffered heavy casualties and more than half of them died. Udian's army was still unwilling to let them go.
"It's too terrifying."
"It's simply hell on earth."
"Run!" In the crowd, someone suddenly said something inappropriate, Then, he threw away his weapon and turned around to run.
This was simply a model worker on the battlefield, playing a good role model. With a model worker as a pioneer, there would naturally be a large number of followers scrambling to imitate.
As a result, armor, supplies, and weapons were thrown all over the ground. In the end, even the sulfur flag that symbolized the soul of the army fell silently!
That's right, in the midst of war, their lives were more important. Who would care about fighting? Who cared about war? The panicking Shadow Council only had one thought: That was to stay away from this place, away from this world of demons and ghosts:
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