Although in Dick's eyes, the cooperation of the contestants was still too rough. The healers were wasting Arcane Power at will. Some Priest couldn't bear the excitement in their hearts and joined the battle. There were also some guys who didn't obey the command very much. Under the attack of Demitier, they planned to take advantage instead of obeying the order and retreating.
But obviously, no matter how bad the cooperation is, it is much better than no cooperation at all.
Five minutes later, Maximillian dragged Lightning's almost burnt body and stabbed Windmill Spear into Demitier's abdomen. This blow Green Dragon let out a cry of pain. Although it did not harm his life, according to Rules, Demi still swayed for a while and turned into a human form and exited the battlefield.
He is the first among the three Dragon to leave the battlefield.
This small victory made everyone feel happy, which meant that they saw the hope of victory.
Priest Baron was also very Joy, but as a somewhat immature but definitely not stupid commander, he did not fall into ecstasy, but immediately issued new instructions.
"All remote professionals in the southern third area, cooperate with Mage to attack Blue Dragon!"
"Feral Druid joins East in one-third of the area to help Orcs reduce stress! I'm here to heal you, Arcane Power's exhausted healers gather around me!"
After saying that, without waiting for these guys to react, after several Priest and Druid gathered together, Baron opened his hands, and the strong Holy Light energy turned into star points Storm that gathered in his palms, and then penetrated into the bodies of other healers in the form of light mist.
As a commander, he did not join the battle just now, and the Holy Light in his body was almost not consumed. Now he uses the Northshire Abbey secret Arcane Secret-Hymn of Hope, converts the Holy Light energy in his body, which is far more abundant than the same level Priest, into Arcane Power in a special way to replenish the Arcane Power consumption of others.
This kind of supply efficiency is very poor, and it will basically waste the same amount of Holy Power, but there is no way, Baron is a very sober guy, he knows that relying on himself alone, he cannot maintain the balance of the battlefield anyway, and must adopt this method for subsequent supply.
"How much has Arcane Power recovered?"
Priest asked his teammates, Quel'Thalas Elf Priest answered immediately,
"About a third!"
"Enough!"
Baron stopped Hymn of Hope. The transformation in just 10 seconds made him feel like he was being hollowed out. He staggered and was immediately supported by Marcus.
"Divide into two teams and make sure that before Blue Dragon is repulsed, Orcs can hold on until we come back for reinforcements!"
After some planning just now, Baron now has a certain influence. Priest of Quel'Thalas and Night Elf Druid hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.
"We try our best!"
25 people, including at least 12 long-range professions, are all High Lord. With this kind of concentrated fire intensity, even Blue Dragon, who is famous for his mysterious magic, is a little unable to withstand it. When used by a bearded Dwarves After the special Armor-Piercing Shells penetrated the scales around Stellagosa's neck, Blue Dragon Princess was very angry and threw a huge amount of twisted magic into the hall of Wyrmrest Temple, and then left angrily.
Her little temper caused big trouble for these guys.
Chaos's Storm raged in this area, eventually forming four burning Blue Flame, which were distributed in four places on the battlefield. The flames did not move. It was naturally easy for others to avoid them, but it was very unfortunate that two flames happened to fall on Blue Flame who was struggling to contain them. On the side of Black Dragon Princess's Orcs, they could only move the battlefield to the center very carefully like a small broken ship floating in the sea. Onyxia was almost freed from the restraints, but under the stern instructions of Baron, they managed to survive in the end.
The shield in his hand is about to shatter under the dragon fire and claws, but Dranosh·Saurfang is still like a wall, sticking to the front of the ferocious Dragon, Orcs's body is flowing with the spirit of wilderness Hunter Bloodline, they are especially good at dealing with large creatures, Dranosh is restraining them from the front, and Garrosh uses a strong Chains to buckle on the left wing of Onyxia, forcing her to be unable to fly into the sky.
The Cursed in Jorin·Deadeye's hand was swayed towards Black Dragon Princess as if it was free of money. Black Dragon's innate resistance to magic The effect of these the Cursed was weakened by at least half, but at least it could barely maintain the battle situation. Especially after Swen came with a group of helpers, Onyxia fell into a passive situation of being beaten.
This is the disadvantage of large creatures. The body is too big, so while the advantages are obvious, the weaknesses are also obvious. 25 High Lord are scattered around the hall, attacking this Black Dragon in all directions. The heavy rain of Gale almost drowned her figure.
"Bang"
It was the same Dwarven Rifle hand that broke Blue Dragon's scales just now, and another specially made Armor-Piercing Shells shot. This blow hit Onyxia's forehead, and even opened a bloody hole, Black Dragon The roar of Anger resounded throughout the Palace at this moment, but both the rulers of the Alliance and the generals of Horde had already seen the hope of victory.
Even Dick and Kael'thas had a glimmer of interest in their eyes.
As long as this advantage can be maintained and they rely on their increasingly skillful cooperation under heavy pressure, it will hardly be a problem to defeat Black Dragon.
But at this moment, Blue Dragon Little Princess, who was already standing outside the venue, had a smirk on her iceberg-like face. She pinched her fingers behind her and pinched them gently. The next moment, the four Blue Flame flowers that had been shaped around the hall exploded in an instant, and chaotic and strongly paralyzing energy swept across the entire venue.
This unexpected situation disrupted everyone's attack rhythm. Although the power grid sweeping across the hall did not cause too much damage, the strong paralysis brought greater trouble to these guys who were still at the end of their game.
Dranosh's body froze, and the block he had planned went out of shape. Black Dragon Princess, who had seized the opportunity, was knocked away by a Claws. The giant bear Druid, who wanted to fill the position, was even hit by a. Dragon Breath sprayed to the front, Black Dragon got rid of the restraints, and its tail like a battering ram swept across the hall. The paralyzed melee professions in the surrounding circle were suddenly in trouble, and they threw themselves out in all directions like dolls that had been blown away.
The entire battlefield suddenly fell into chaos, with cries of pain and curses resounding. When Red Dragon Queen saw this, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh. Her eyes glanced at Stellagosa, who was a little worried, and then waved to her. Blue Dragon Princess stood behind Red Dragon Queen very obediently, and those hostile eyes disappeared immediately.
"Interesting..."
Dick's body was tilted towards Velen who was meditating with his eyes closed, and he whispered to old Priest,
"Master, you may need to take action later..."
Velen opened his eyes, glanced at the battlefield, and nodded.
Onyxia spread its wings with a happy roar, and the black dragon wings set off a Storm. Without the obstruction of these troublesome little flies, Black Dragon Princess rushed into the sky again.
But she didn't notice that after Wings, there was also dragging a Chains. At the other end of Chains, Garrosh pushed Gorehowl With his back behind his back, he was holding on to Chains, which was wandering around, with both hands. Black Dragon Princess flew in a circle along the battlefield, and Garrosh was tossed around like a skewer following behind.
But he is not alone.
"Roar!"
Dranosh threw the completely broken shield to the side, jumped up, and grabbed the end of Chains that passed in front of him with one hand. Another idiot also made the same move.
Northshire Knight Maximillian, this guy's luck is much better than Dranosh. When he stretched out his hand, he happened to grab Orcs's left leg and was also carried into the air.
Onyxia flew into the air for fun. She stayed in the middle of the hall. The blood hole on her forehead and the scars on her body were still aching. Her eyes were shining with cold light. She didn't care about the bullets, arrows, and magic shot from below.
This once noble and ferocious giant beast was now in extreme embarrassment, and her Anger could no longer suppress it.
She opened her mouth and raised her head, as if she was trying to suck the air from the entire hall into her lungs. With this movement, a smile of unknown meaning flashed across the corner of the mouth of Dick, who was sitting on the high platform in the south. The next moment, as if it was a narration, Dick's voice spread to the entire audience.
"Onyxia took a deep breath..."
"Roar!"
As soon as Dick finished speaking, Black Dragon Princess, full of hatred and Revenge's joy, aimed the dragon's kiss at the bottom of the hall, which had been enveloped by Shadowflame.
The terrifying Shadow Dragon Breath, like Sulfuric Fire falling from the sky, completely covered the entire hall floor almost instantly, like an inverted black-red flame Tornado. Its scorching temperature even increased the problem of the entire hall by more than 10 degrees in an instant.
This terrible attack made Varian and Thrall immediately change their expressions. Saurfang also stood up in an instant, holding Spine War Axe in his hand and was about to rush. He went out, but was stopped by Vol'jin. Troll's eyes glanced at Velen who was holding Staff in his left hand, and whispered,
"Those kids are fine! Don't get excited!"
"Huh?"
Saurfang looked at the bottom of the hall again, and then noticed that a golden shield was blocking the black-red flames, protecting the panicked contestants.
Tirion Fordring stood up, and his golden figure immediately attracted everyone's attention. The old knight shook his head and whispered,
"Except for Garrosh·Grommash Hellscream, Dranosh·Saurfang, Kent·Maximillian, everyone else, please leave! Frankly speaking, you have disappointed us. We hope your team members can create miracles, otherwise, you will be judged as a failure!"
The next moment, Archmage Rhonin, who was sitting next to Mograine, waved his left hand lightly, and Teleportation Magic Circle, who had been arranged in advance in the hall, took effect, and everyone else was teleported to the small area in the north and East on the second floor of the hall.
The expressions on most people's faces were confused. Even Marcus and Baron had a trace of confusion on their faces. The romantic knight looked at the three guys who climbed onto Black Dragon's back with difficulty. Fist with his left hand punched the hard wall and cursed fiercely.
"Do it!"
This knight who pays attention to his grace has never lost his temper like this.
But another person stood up, it was Swen, Night Elf Squad Leader. This Female Druid put his hands on the railing in front of him and shouted with some regret,
"Kill that Black Dragon! Come on!"
Her arms were still trembling and she looked very excited, but this encouragement was like lighting some kind of flag. Behind her, whether it was Tauren, Draenei, Quel'Thalas Elf or Dwarves, at this moment one after another stood up from their chairs and shouted,
"We're not here for the embarrassment of failure! Kill it, Garrosh, kill it!"
"Knight! Don't give up. If you win, I'll treat you to a drink!"
"Get rid of it! Get rid of it!"
This unprecedented cry, at this moment, at least among these contestants, there is no difference between the Alliance and Horde. Among those three people, there are humans and Orcs. In the past twenty years, these are almost the two races with the deepest hatred among Azeroth.
What is ironic is that now the entire young generation of Azeroth has to rely on these two hateful races to join forces to avoid being embarrassed.
Soon, no matter whether it was the Alliance or Horde camp, such shouts of encouragement were sparsely heard, and then they became more and more loud, and finally resounded throughout the entire Wyrmrest Temple.
Three people, one dragon, this is the template for the story of Legendary, and the feeling of loss after the mass destruction at this time, it seems that all hope falls on these three guys who have just climbed on the dragon's back.
Of course, maybe these shouts are the meaning of Dick and Grand Knight's arrangement of this Trial at this moment.