Divine Aid

The Undead outside Court of the Sun was completely black. Zul'ra was leading the front, moving step by step in the sea of Undead, while his subordinates and those Elves were Following Court of the Sun, Elves, who was fighting outside, didn't care why Trolls came over, but hurriedly sent people to separate Undead to respond. moɔ. xuʜꙅ9

Zul'ra squeezed in front of the responding Elvess, turned around and knocked away Ghoul who was following behind. Then he turned his head back and grabbed the arrow that was about to fly past his face with his free hand. He followed the trajectory of the arrow and looked at the archer who was hidden in the Undead group. His teeth started to itch. This was the second attack.

Just when Zul'ra was itching his teeth, a loud Thalassian curse suddenly sounded from behind him, and then a huge fireball flew over his head, dragging a long flame tail, and suddenly fell into a piece of Undead. The fireball exploded violently, exploding into a thick cloud of fire, engulfing the surrounding Undead.

"Fierce!" Zul'ra looked at the fire cloud that was constantly expanding and engulfing Undead. He couldn't help but turn his head and glance back. He saw a silver-haired Elves wearing a black and red robe standing under heavy protection at the entrance of the courtyard. The fiery red geometric figures around him had just been annihilated. The red light in his eyes slowly converged and turned into blue light. It could be seen that it was him who cast the spell just now.

Zul'ra was looking at the silver-haired Elves mage who was casting a spell. Suddenly, there was a cry of surprise in his ears. He turned his head and saw that the flames that had just exploded had now dispersed like smoke, and in the dissipated fire clouds, a Elves wearing black plate armor. He wore a closed black helmet, with only the slits around his eyes shining out with cold light. He had a curved sword on his waist, a quiver of arrows on his back, and a hardwood bow in his hand.

"Lich King has given me a new life, Quel'dorei, my compatriots, surrender!" Elves in black plate armor stood unharmed in the dissipating fire cloud, even he closed the black plate Not a single hair under the helmet was burned off. His voice was hoarse and emotionless, trying to persuade all Elves and Zul'ra to surrender. It could be seen from his appearance that he was the guy who attacked him twice.

"Tragon, our ranger brother, we will let you rest in peace." The silver-haired Elves, who was under heavy protection, shouted loudly. His voice was full of grief and anger, and Zul'ra could also hear it. This was probably a poor guy who was resurrected as Death Knight, and his mind was distorted.

"I am eternal..."

"..." Zul'ra looked at the guy standing there, talking nonsense, and the corner of his mouth moved slightly, and then his body moved violently, like a train, knocking away the Undead in front of him. After approaching the Tragon in the blink of an eye, he lowered and floated, jumped into the air, and jumped directly towards the Death Knight.

Seeing Trolls rushing towards him, Tragon had already drawn his arrow and clasped the bowstring. When the tall Trolls jumped into the air, he decisively let go of the bowstring and stepped back quickly, but it was already too late. Zul'ra, who jumped from the air, was already prepared. He swept away the arrows with his cane. After landing, he changed the cane to his hand and pulled out the dagger from his waist with his right hand.

"For Lich King." Tragon looked at Trolls who knocked down an arrow in the air and landed in front of him. He drew out the scimitar from his waist and yelled, then stepped forward to chop him.

"Ouch!" Forest Trolls, who was originally in contact with Elves, looked at Zul'ra who rushed into the formation, and couldn't help shouting out, and then rushed out first, defeating Undead in front of him.

"Charge, disperse them, for Quel'Thalas." The silver-haired Master Elves looked at Trolls who rushed out, and shouted Thalassian, while Arcane was in his eyes 's light turned from blue to red, and a fiery red geometric magic circle lit up around it. There were several loud boom-boom sounds, and several fireballs with tails of light formed missiles. They were thrown high into Undead and exploded into fire clouds. However, the form was far inferior to the one that attacked Tragon just now.

"For Quel'Thalas." Elves were in despair, looking at Trolls who rushed out. When they heard the leader's words, they immediately roared, held up the kite shield in their hands, swung their sabers forward with all their strength, and charged forward with their spears.

Although the the Scourge army had terrifying war potential, it lost its vitality in the end. In front of the angry Elves and the passionate Trolls, it was quickly overwhelmed. The troops in front were scattered. In the center of the battlefield, Zul'ra was fighting with Elves named Tragon. Although Trolls and Elves dispersed Undead, they were not close to the battlefield between the two.

The Elves machete named Tragon was very skilled in wielding it. He held the handle of the knife with both hands and slashed back and forth. The first time Zul'ra was beaten in a close combat with someone, he lost his temper. The cane in his hand was cut off by the opponent in a few blows. Then he simply threw the cane away, quickly adjusted his breathing, and used the dagger to defend against the opponent's attacks again and again, while looking for his flaws.

Zul'ra also has some experience with swords. He doesn't know how to use Guangfeng Swordsmanship or Dugu Nine Swords, and he doesn't pursue them. He just keeps in mind a few sentences that he found when he was writing novels. The way to fight with swords must be spiritual inside, show peace of mind on the outside, look like a good woman when seen, take it like a fear of a tiger, and follow the spirit. To sum up, focus on it, don't panic or be afraid, calmly look for opportunities to kill the opponent with one move.

With the idea that he would hit with one strike, Zul'ra used his dagger to receive Tragon's slashes one after another. This Elves was essentially a dead man, and his strength was not weakened at all. However, Zul'ra gradually observed the path of his swordsmanship, and when he retracted his sword and was about to strike out, he jumped out violently.

Tragon looked at Zul'ra who was about to pounce. He eagerly swung the scimitar in his hand with all his strength. When the blade made a sound of breaking through the air, Death Knight regretted it., but there was no point in regretting. Zul'ra leaned up to avoid his sword, and then cut off his hands smoothly with a sword. Then the dagger cut across his neck, and his head with cold light in his eyes fell straight to the ground.

After completely eliminating the opponent, Zul'ra looked over and saw a chaotic battle in the square in front of Court of the Sun. Elves, Trolls were fighting with Undead fought together, and with a force of energy, Elves and Trolls dispersed Undead, but those Undead had the control of willpower, and were currently intersecting the battle.

"Please respond, please respond to my call. Undead is trampling on the earth and life. Loa, please respond to my call." Zul'ra looked at the situation and couldn't help but He took a breath, then closed his eyes and concentrated. This was the second time he took the initiative to call for Loa's help. The first time was when he fought Elves a few years ago, and several gods gave him blessings.

"Aha! King of the Amani, this is really rare, isn't it? You finally need help. I thought you were omnipotent." The battle seemed to be isolated from another world. A tall image of Trolls appeared in front of the mental vision. His voice was full of cynicism. Listening to this voice, Zul'ra opened his eyes directly. Cio, how did you recruit this master?

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