"Elemental! Hear my call!"
Gaiara's roar mixed with the surge of electricity marched in front of Furbolg's defense line. Mag'har Great Prophet came to the world like a god wrapped in Thunder, and his eyes were filled with thunder.
She held up the battle ax in her hand, much like a storm girl amplifying her moves, and let the thick lightning draw down from the clouds and slam the wolf forward. The trident-like Thunder jumped back and forth among the demons, clearing away all the lower-level demons that had swarmed up the rock formation.
Garrosh led the Wolf Riders to launch a wave of Charges before Thunders were ready to Dispersions. While repelling the demons, they gave the Furbolgs who had suffered casualties time to retreat to their positions and redefine their defenses.
In this rocky position, Griselda, who was leaning on Dark Hand, commanded the heavy infantry to take over the defense.
Mag'har and Warrior wore armor specially forged by the dwarves and stood here holding tower shields. Facing the surging monsters below, they had no fear, and only the war cries echoed.
But to be honest, the passionate Orcss want to participate in the "shocking battle" between the three demigods ahead.
Big Bear Second Bear and Agamaggan are both powerful demigods. Although the three guys can use spells, they have no time to cast weak magic.
The Ursol bear wearing wooden armor stood up, withstood Agamaggan's violent sprint, and brutally tore the wild boar's body apart with its steel claws, the artifact that had slaughtered countless demons in War of the Ancients. The magic steel War Armor on the ground, while the Ursoc of the bear Human Form is holding a heavy hammer with both hands and constantly bombarding it. Each blow will cause a violent earthquake, demonstrating its powerful power.
The two giant bear brothers are famous for their mutual understanding. The two bears cooperated perfectly like one person's hands. Agamaggan was hit a little out of proportion, but the destructive power of the wild boar god strengthened by Fel and infused by Magic Plague was too brutal. The heavy wooden armor on Ursol's body was almost destroyed.
The blood of demigods continued to spill on the battlefield, causing the Furbolgs to roar and cheer for their gods.
Furbolg, this is the most powerful group among the wilderness clans born from Azeroth World. Their destructive power when gathered together is no less than that of wolves. The problem with the One is that Furbolg is less flexible, so they are most suitable for this kind of defensive battle.
The help from the Mag'har Big Three came in time, allowing Rageclaw Shrine and Furbolg to take a breather.
When Gaiara was still planning to call Thunder to help in the battle, the injured and dying elder Furbolg handed him an ancient and blood-stained bear claw wooden staff. The strong elemental energy surrounded it. Furbolg made famous gestures. Gaiara understood the meaning of this powerful warrior.
She took the stick and said loudly:
"I will never live up to your gift."
Subsequently, even greater elemental power gathered, and with the strengthening and application of the wooden staff, it was shaped into a whirling and whistling wind by Gaiara. The demigod inheritance named "Ursoc's Whirlwind" was used, and the howling storm that swept across the battlefield was shaped into a tornado, sucking the noisy imps and underweight demons into the air, and was shot down by Gaiara's lightning call.
This fierce offensive boosted the morale of the blood-soaked position. However, just when the third hand-to-hand encounter with the demons ended briefly, Garrosh·Hellscream, who was trapped among the demons, met an "old friend" whom he had not seen for a long time.
Little Hellscream, who hacked the legendary demon to death, heard the neighing of the eagle. He raised his head with the Doom Valkyrie's head and saw an eagle with a golden emblem flying down from the battlefield. It fiercely scratched the eyes of a Man'ari and the big Warlock, causing the latter to scream in pain.
They still wanted to fight back, but then the blazing Sunfire was sprayed from high altitude, and the bright Sunfire Raven flapped its wings and kept spewing fire to burn away all the demons.
Garrosh could feel strange vibrations in the canyon beside the battlefield. He did not evacuate immediately, but continued to kill on the spot with two axes. A few minutes later, a Primal Thorn Beast wearing wooden armor came out of the rugged canyon carrying a giant wooden blade.
The giant creature's trampling and collision completely tore the demon's flanks apart.
He did not come alone, he was followed by a huge army of beasts behind the thorn beast.
Wild boars, black panthers, Tiger, Reindeer, giant bears, foxes, apes, Mount Hyjal can almost all the beasts be found here. They surround the bramble beast and regard it as the leader beast, following him to rush back and forth in the demon land. There are also birds of prey circling in the sky and rushing into the flying demons, like two armies colliding and fighting.
The roar of the giant bear and the cry of Dire Wolf echoed continuously. Next to Primal Thorn Beast, War Bear Misha, who was covered in wild wooden armor, also started to kill. Its big palm slapped back and forth, and Demon Guard's head could be whipped out with one blow.
This is definitely not something an ordinary giant bear can do.
The black Dire Wolf cunningly followed behind the giant bear to pick up leaks. Every time Misha knocked down a demon, Halasa stepped forward to choke and strangle it. The two beasts also cooperated very skillfully.
"As expected, it's you, Rexxar of Mok'Nathal!"
Garrosh laughed and led several Wolf Rider to rush over to help the battle. With the assistance of the beast army, the demons rushing towards Furbolg were quickly repelled.
But there was no time to reminisce too much, Primal Thorn Beast transformed into the huge and strong body of Rexxar in the magic of Druid Dispersion,
Compared with Silithus during the war, Rexxar no longer needs a hood to cover its body.
However, there was a Orcs battle helmet made of Black Wolf leather on his silly head, covering the upper half of his face.
Oh, the classic "Batman" costume is back!
What a joy.
"Where did you get this hat? It suits you very well."
Garrosh leaned on his battle ax and asked, Rexxar said sadly:
"It was a lone wolf I met in Felwood on the way to Mount Hyjal. Its pack was completely polluted by demons. It begged me to give its wolves peace. It fought with me and finally died in the attack of demon Beast Master.
I used its remains to make this war helmet to remind me who is nature's enemy.
Let's not talk about this anymore.
Quickly retreat with me, Garrosh, take all the Furbolg on this line of defense and move towards World Tree Highlands!
Naralex Archdruid conveyed a warning to me, Polluter's Magic Plague is almost done, its Withered Demon Army is pushing towards the high ground like crazy, Cenarius Order can't stand it anymore.
We must rush to defend World Tree."
"What should we do here?"
Little Hellscream said:
"There is Agamaggan's army here. If we retreat, won't it be over here?"
"Shadewalker Cult will take over the defense."
Rexxar moved his shoulders a little uncomfortable and said:
"They are already advancing here in the shadows. It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of these guys. You just need to know that they are all shadow followers of Diakum the Saint. The powerful Ms. Twins will also be guarding here.
They are two demigods, capable of assisting the powerful Ursol and the wise Ursoc in defeating the enemy."
"Oh, that's okay, let's go!"
Garrosh has no objection to retreating to defense. He came to Mount Hyjal for another purpose besides killing demons. Now Green Skins have not appeared on the battlefield, so Little Hellscream needs to accumulate strength and suppress his fighting spirit.
"The army of beasts I have gathered can help you return to defense. You go first. I will wait here for the Shadewalkers to come over."
Rexxar grabbed the double ax and shouted several times to Mag'har Orcs. The three giants led Orcs and Furbolg to ride the beasts recruited by Rexxar and quickly advanced along the mountain road towards the majestic World Tree. The place soon became quiet.
Rexxar Beasts surround him. In addition to the original ravens, wolves and giant bears, his "big family" has an eagle Spirey.
That was the King of Raptors he rescued at the Stonetalon Mountains.
Rexxar's wild beast herd will continue to increase. He firmly believes in this and looks forward to it. Azeroth's nature is really fascinating. He is willing to spend his whole life walking in this wilderness, rather than accept Mar'gok's "Hunting Duke" reward.
However, there are also "beasts" that Rexxar is very resistant to.
"Proud"
Amidst the low roar, a ferocious figure stepped out from the shadow of Furbolg's defense line. Warrior Bug, whose four claws were all stained with blood, walked out carrying the body of a half-eaten Satyr demon.
The moment this guy appeared, the beasts around Rexxar roared as if they were "stressed".
Mok'Nathal's Beast Master comforted his beasts, and he stared indifferently at the "monster" in front of him.
As a hunter and Druid, Rexxar can clearly detect that this guy is a variant of Qiraji, but it is ten times and a hundred times more dangerous than the original Qiraji.
After Warrior Bug, more Shadowstalker Bugs appeared from the shadows, and there were also unique hard-shell camel bugs carrying Shadewalker Cult's Warlock and hunters. When the fully armed General Staghelm stepped into the holy mountain, they took the Shifting Sands Guardian and saluted the World Tree in the distance.
But those Highborne Ren'doreis turned a blind eye to this. They had no special feelings for World Tree. There were even some gloomy guys who privately cursed this "tree planted by untouchables" and said that they betrayed the empire and "brought disaster, and they really deserved it."
This is normal. The self-identity of the Highborne people ten thousand years ago was completely different from that of the Kaldorei. The class contradictions of the Elven Empire under the leadership of Azshara are quite prominent.
"How are you going to defend this place?"
Rexxar asked. General Staghelm, who was leaning on a war sickle and carrying a giant sword, glanced at Rexxar in confusion and whispered:
"Of course it's war! The fighting, devouring and evolution of insects and demons is the next theme of this line of defense. Do you have any doubts about this? The powerful Beast Master."
"I didn't, but I wanted to remind you."
Half Orcs pointed at the earth under his feet and said:
"Your bugs are incompatible with Material World's ecology. It's best to take them all away when you retreat.
This sacred mountain is the most beautiful place in the world and it should not be polluted in any way."
"No need to emphasize, Beast Master, I am also a member of Kaldorei, I know what to do."
Fandral Staghelm waved his hands indifferently and said:
"It's time for you to leave. You and your beasts are powerful and perfect. Therefore, the swarm is eager for Mok'Nathal's unique hunting genes.::"
"Humph"
Rexxar snorted coldly and glanced at Warrior Bug, who was salivating.
He turned around and transformed into a huge raven wearing wooden armor, and left here with his beast companions.
Fandral Staghelm then turned his attention to the ongoing battle between the three demigods ahead. A trace of desire appeared in his gray eyes. This emotion was sensed by the martial earth insect beside him, and the fierce vanguard of the insect swarm also let out a low roar.
It bent down to pick up the filthy magic blade left by the demon on the ground, and eagerly stepped forward with weapons in its four claws.
"Pray to Overmind, summon the swarm of insects, let us wear shadows and enjoy today's feast!"
General Staghelm looked at Entropic Energy's war sickle and waved his hand, he ordered:
"Today Shadewalker will feed on demigods! One, or even several... Victory will nourish the swarm, and the swarm will bless the shadows."
The Shadow Chasers Warlock immediately began to cast spells, and they prayed with Shath'yar that can tear apart the spirit.
As a result, cracks in the void opened one after another, and Overmind's carefully selected war insects were sent into Material World. Such a large-scale transfer would consume a lot of energy from Overmind, and would even affect the expansion speed of Shadow Chasing Swarm in Sea of Darkness.
But Overmind knows it's worth it.
If the powerful genes of Agamaggan can be obtained today, the evolution of the insect swarm in the next stage will be smoother. It has already obtained several Crypt Lords hunted by Lightforged, but that is not enough. The "Legacy" of the Aqir Empire is too rich, and the current Shadow Chasing Swarm is difficult to digest in a short time.
The insect swarm needs to strengthen its Life Force and resistance, and there is no better evolution material than Agamaggan.
If you can still get the combat genes of Ursoc or Ursol...:
Ah, so beautiful.
Mount Hyjal's holy war is simply a "buffet" for the insect swarm. You will definitely be able to eat as much as you want today.
"We humbly request you, the mighty Archbishop Saloras."
When Twins also came to Furbolg's position, Saloras who entered Voidform heard the swarm of Overmind whimpering. It said, "Don't end the battle so quickly. Let them fight for a while longer and let more powerful flesh and blood fall on the battlefield. My insect swarm will need it."
"We are here to supervise the battle, Overmind."
Saloras looked back in the direction of World Tree, and she explained:
"My sister and I have no intention of getting involved in this violent demigod war. Life Force and Agamaggan, which are endowed with far more patience than ordinary demigods by Fel, are precious "storage batteries" that can only be used at the most critical moment."
"Huh?"
Overmind hummed strangely, but then it understood what Saloras meant, so it responded:
"I see, the fallen demigod is also among Light Weaver's great Grand Plan. Well, it seems that we are in for a "good luck" today."
Under World Tree Highlands, Lothar and Iron Steed Paladin were constantly rushing back and forth to attack and kill, but on this battlefield where demons were dancing, the first appearance of human beings was really not "amazing".
Look before you.
Prince Kael'thas led the gorgeously dressed Phoenix Guard and the mysterious Spellbreaker to form the first line of defense. Several leaders of Highborne commanded Nar'thalas Academy Those restless students turned into a powerful position for spellcasters, and behind them were the hunter troops of Silverwing Sentinels personally commanded by General Shandris Feathermoon, projecting firepower.
The three elves that had been divided for a long time merged into one today, and once again broke out the classic joint attack tactics of the Elven Empire era. Zandalari Troll's Golden Guards, as their vanguard, continued to fight back. Pierced, there was a strange smile on Princess Talanji's face that could not be concealed. Perhaps Princess of All Spirits felt that he was leading a powerful "Trolls" Burning Legion.
Anyway, in her eyes, these "Dark Troll" who have just survived the Magic Plague crisis are quite powerful.
Oops, our Troll Empire is so awesome!
The huge Grove Guardians cooperated with Loa Gods in clearing the ground. Every collision they made could knock back and bury a demon vanguard. In the sky, there were the sons of Avianas and Dragon Aspectss hovering.
Muradin and Kurdran were also lucky today. These two guys were lucky enough to ride Dragon Aspects and shout for air combat.
Lothar and his knights were assigned to the queue of flanking knights by General Jarod Shadowsong, who was said to be the commander of War of the Ancients. They fought with Charge with the Highmountain Tauren who were driving Reindeer, and a small number of Vrykul were also assigned to the Lothar wing.
Perhaps it was because Jarod felt that "Vrykul is also a human being" that he "merged similar items".
Lothar has no problem with this.
He knew that in the current terrifying battle, even he himself could not do better than that powerful elf commander. The other party skillfully arranged various races in the most suitable positions to withstand Withered Demon Army's wave after wave of impact.
This kind of real-time command of a large battlefield with more than 100,000 people is a real "Art of War", which Lothar thinks he can't do yet.
"Marshal, why is that magnificent World Tree glowing?"
White Pawn who was watching Charge along with Lothar said in confusion:
"It started glowing just now, and now it's getting brighter and brighter."
"It seems to be some kind of ceremony."
Daenerys explained:
"I just heard Gina Goldsword Grand Magus say that she felt that the strong energy was transferring from World Tree to other areas. It was an energy flow comparable to Sunwell. Maybe Archdruid are engaging in some strange defense?"
"Ouch, I don't understand."
White Pawn waved the elf sword in his hand, looked left and right, and whispered:
"When we moved here just now, I saw Gilneas and Battle Standard standing on the other side of the mountain. I suspect that the werewolves of Gilneas may have come too, but they did not fight with us."
"Isn't that normal?"
Bloodfang's alpha wolf Bolvar Fordragon felt the turmoil in Mount Hyjal, and whispered:
"Goldrinn fights here. It is natural for its family members to come here. The decisive battle between White Wolf and Black Wolf will also take place here, and I am a participant in it."
"The devil is coming! Come with me!"
Lothar discovered that a demon was coming out of the portal at the edge, and he immediately led the knights to attack there.
The Highmountain Taurens followed closely behind, but the marshal's luck was not very good in this confrontation. A Fel Lord suddenly came out and killed Lothar's horse with an ax, causing the marshal to fly out.
After landing, he grabbed Emperor's Sword and summoned Guardians of Kings, and he fought hard with his ancestors among the demons, which was extremely heroic.
But when Emperor Thoradin was slashing and killing with a barbarian war cry, he was noticed by Vrykul Shieldmaiden who was wearing Lightforged armor.
Helya blinked and looked at the golden spirit. She felt that this guy was a bit familiar. How could it be so similar to the King of Barbarians from another continent that her grandmother had described?
Helya is a man of action, and when he has questions, he goes to find answers.
So she grabbed the battle ax and chopped down the demon all the way. She led her sisters and rushed to Lothar easily. The marshal also noticed the Shieldmaiden team approaching him. He nodded to them in a friendly and gentlemanly manner, but found that Helya ignored him.
Shieldmaiden rushed to Guardians of Kings's side, not caring about the fiery Holy Light's hand and grabbed Emperor Thoradin's wrist.
She asked directly:
"Are you the "King of Stromgarde"Thoradin?"
She was using the language of Vrykul, but Emperor Thoradin was startled and turned back to look at Helya. The latter took off his battle helmet, revealing what Vrykul thought was a beautiful face, but a bit rough for humans, especially those eyes that the emperor had not forgotten for more than two thousand years.
"Ah! Are you her daughter?"
Emperor Thoradin shouted in Vrykul:
"No, you are my granddaughter?"
"Maybe."
Helya looked him up and down. He curled his lips and said:
"But you are too weak. Sure enough, what grandma said she deliberately let go in the seventh duel is true. She just pitied you and wanted to taste something other than Vrykul."
"Fart! I won the battle with dignity! Your grandmother is the woman with the tough mouth."
Thoradin roared, then turned to Lothar and shouted:
"Come here! Destiny has brought my granddaughter to me, Lothar, come and see you... Listen, little ancestor?"
Lothar is numb.
Well, on this battlefield where Anti-Demon Crusade worked together to fight against World Enemy, he was numb.