The Scourge soldiers, who were still mingling with the adventurers, finally realized that something was wrong—it had been a long time since they had received orders from behind.
When they turned around and saw the casters being slaughtered, their shriveled brains didn't react for a while, and they didn't know whether to continue to fight the adventurers to the death, or turn back to save their masters.
The stiff reaction of the living dead led to even greater confusion, with some of the Scourge soldiers stubbornly continuing to entangle with the adventurers, while others turned and ran back.
As if the ant nest of the soil layer above their heads had been opened, the natural disaster soldiers who were originally densely packed together were suddenly chaotic, they were messed together, stumbling, stumbling, some turned around too fast, and the weapons in their hands even cut their teammates, and in such chaos, they didn't even want the enemy's attack, they themselves messed up their own team.
When those who came back from them finally arrived, they were horrified to find that in the slowly dissipating smoke and dust, the corpses of the Scourge mages were lying all over the place.
Almost all of their masters were killed, and the few who narrowly escaped were now seriously wounded and dying.
And their new enemies, the knights, were riding on their horses, lined up, waiting for their arrival.
"The Light is with us!"
The paladin raised the war hammer in his hand, and a crimson aura erupted from him, splashing on all the knights, and then, he swung the war hammer in his hand vigorously, and roared like a lion, "Charge!"
” Like a moving wall, the knights crushed them in a sea of mountains, and the soldiers of the Scourge who had just run back were knocked to the ground before they could stand on their feet, and their rusty weapons slashed at the well-armed knights, only to make a clanging sound, leaving not even a white mark, and the heavy hammers of the knights could easily smash them to pieces, and sometimes the knights didn't even bother to wave their weapons, and the mere collision of their horses could break their bones.
In particular, the paladin's military horses, which are covered with brilliant holy light, are not ordinary beasts, but summoned war horse spirits, and the saddle bridles and horse armor they possess are all made of Aojin, decorated with rune cloth, and blessed by the holy light.
They are usually sealed in the holy pact of the paladin, and they are only released in battle, and they roam the territory with unparalleled power, and there is light everywhere they stood.
As it lunged into the midst of the Scourge soldiers, it burned enemies who dared to approach it, and some of the cowardly opponents did not even dare to look at its brilliance.
Under the leadership of the paladins, the charging knights were like diligent old farmers, harvesting the crops on the farm over and over again, and almost in the blink of an eye, only a few figures were left around.
And the Catastrophe soldiers who were still fighting the adventurers could not escape the tragic fate, losing their long-range spell support, and losing nearly half of their troops.
On the hills in the distance, Diego provided his allies with a steady stream of fire support.
In the face of the chaotic battlefield, Diego had to be careful with every shot.
In particular, he knew that a natural disaster soldier could not resist the bombardment of the death gaze at all, and it was not uncommon for a single shot to pierce the two.
So in order to avoid accidentally injuring his teammates, most of his bullets were fired at the Scourge soldiers at the very edge of the battlefield, peeling them in circles like peeling potatoes.
A hearty victory was on the horizon, and Diego, who was under pressure, was more enjoying the battle, enjoying the thrill of the blood boiling all over his body as bullets roared out of the chamber.
He didn't have any guilt in his heart, and for a filthy and evil life like a natural disaster, his killing was doing a good deed for the world.
With his support, the dwarf Brian wielded his warhammer and shield like a whirlwind, his shield was invulnerable, but the warhammer was as indestructible as a battering ram.
In the face of most enemies taller than him, he always used his strength from the bottom up, arching his opponent to the ground with his shield, and then slamming his war hammer into the face of his opponent who was completely out of reach, knocking out the broken teeth all over the ground.
Next to the dwarf was a tossed Druid Bear, whose fur had become as rough and tough as cracked old bark under the influence of the Bark Technique, and the clatter of weapons on it, but it was completely unable to do any damage to the flesh protected below.
He had completely given up biting and claw strikes, and instead used his massive body to ram savagely, and no Scourge soldier dared to stand in front of him, and all those who dared to stop his charge were smashed to pieces.
Nazir?
The Blood Spear's eyes were now glowing crimson like scorching magma, and he was the quintessential traditional orc, a thirst for battle in his veins from the day he was born, but it wasn't until Grand Chief Thrall convinced him and other young orcs like him why he was fighting that the fury in his chest was gradually contained.
And now the Blood Spear is fighting a war full of glory.
From the moment the battle began, he could feel that the Ancestral Spirits were always with him.
He unleashed the fury in his heart to the fullest, and kept letting out a piercing roar.
Stimulated by the insane blood hidden in his body, he was one size larger, and he shouted like a god descending from the earth, and even his teammates did not dare to approach this bloodthirsty warrior like a meat grinder.
Every time the Ice Spike Spear stabs, every time it sweeps, a Scourge soldier falls, and he reaps the lives of the Scourge like a green-skinned Grim Reaper.
Even though these Lich King puppets never had fear in their hearts, when they rushed to the Blood Spear, they involuntarily split into two strands to the left and right, as if the orcs were a watershed reef in the rapids.
The most striking of the adventurers is none other than the Minotaur Shaman, although he will not be able to summon the Rock Lord Lokhora for a few days, but Dezko is not the kind of soft egg who has to rely on others to fight, and his own combat power should not be underestimated, the orange tongue of fire swirls around his warhammer, excitedly licking every Scourge warrior it can reach, and whenever the Minotaur moves his heavy hooves, the whole ground rises and falls with his will, and no enemy can stand firm in front of him, Sometimes he even stumbles himself in front of his hammer.
The adventurers marched in unison, driving the Scourge backwards until they were in front of the knights.
By now, however, the knights had jumped off their horses, encircling their common enemy between them - the few remaining disasters were too small to overhead and knock the adventurers away.
Almost like a whirlwind of clouds, it didn't take more than a quarter of an hour for these remnants of the natural calamity to be wiped out by their combined efforts.
The farm, which had been noisy for too long, suddenly fell silent, and the adventurers gasped and looked at these uninvited reinforcements, although they were full of gratitude, they did not rush up to talk, but quietly waited for these human knights to show their intentions.
At first, the knights of the silver dawn ignored them, but began to gather the corpses and heal the wounded themselves, and just as they hesitated to go over and help—after all, two of them could heal spells—the paladin strode over to them.
His helmet had been removed, revealing his true face underneath.
This is a middle-aged man in his fifties, and although he has just experienced a fierce battle, and his face still has sweat stains, he looks full of energy and strength, and he is not inferior to the young man in any way.
He had a neat beard, and his brown hair was mottled gray, but his piercing green eyes still sparkled.
"Salute to you, to your bravery and tenacity!"
A dozen paces away, he raised his right hand.
"Salute to you too, to your selfless assistance!"
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The adventurers hurriedly lowered their heads and responded gratefully.
"Welcome to the hellish land of the Western Plaguelands, dwarves and night elf friends," the paladin said cheerfully to the two Alliance friends, but he did not snub the tribesmen next to him, "and welcome, heroic orc warriors and powerful minotaur shamans, you know, it is rare to see your kindred in the Western Plaguelands these days. ” The paladin's friendly attitude surprised Bloodspear and Dezko, you know, it is not easy for ordinary humans to see tribes, especially orcs, without shouting and killing.
"I'm Tirio?
Fordin, I wonder if it's an honor to know your names?
The paladin introduced himself.
As soon as he heard this name, the night elves and dwarves were in awe, while the minotaur was a little dazed, as for the orcs, he remembered that he seemed to have heard of this name there, but he couldn't remember it clearly, until he accidentally touched his waist pocket, he suddenly remembered the original mission of coming to the Eastern Kingdom continent this time.
He rummaged through his waist pocket for a while, and finally found a roll of wax-sealed parchment in the innermost compartment.
The thing had been pressed underneath for too long, covered in wrinkles and indentations, but fortunately it was not stained and was still intact.
"Lord Fortin, Nazaire from the Bloodspear Clan salutes you, and I have a letter from the High Chief of Orgrimmar, Thrall, and his advisor, Itreotto."
Bloodspear formally introduced himself, and he held the letter in both hands and handed it over respectfully.
The paladin took the letter with some surprise, and to be honest, he also flipped through it in his mind before he remembered the name hidden deep in his distant memory - Itrig, the wise old orc.
"Is Itrieg alright?"
Tirio asked casually as he opened the letter.
"Very well, he is relied on by the Great Chief as his right and left hand, and his wisdom is used in almost all major national affairs."
Tirio?
Fording read the letter carefully, he read it carefully, and after a long time he looked up again.
"The matter mentioned in the letter is very serious, and I must think carefully before I can reply, but we still have time, don't we?
That's enough for me to write a reply before you return. ” "Now, we'll have to get out of here," he smiled as he looked at the adventurers, "we're celebrating this rare victory tonight, and I cordially invite you to come along." ” "I'm personally honoured, but I have to wait for our captain to come over and make a decision."
The Minotaur interjected, gesturing to the hillside in the distance.
Following the direction he was pointing, Fording saw a young human man walking down the hill, heading this way.