Azeroth Trail of Light

Although in Dick’s eyes, the cooperation of the contestants was too rough, the treatment profession wasted magic power at will, and even some priests could not bear the inner excitement, and joined the battle, some guys did not obey the command very much. Under Tyr's shook head and tail attack, he also planned to pick up a bargain, rather than obeying orders to retreat.

But obviously, no matter how bad the cooperation is, it is much better than no cooperation.

Five minutes later, Maximilian dragged his body that was almost scorched by thunder and lightning, and pierced the windmill spear into Demitier's abdomen. This blow caused the green dragon to let out a cry, although it did not hurt his life, but According to the rules, Demi left the battlefield in a human form after swaying for a while.

He was the first of the three dragons to leave the battlefield.

This small victory made everyone happy, which means that they have seen the hope of victory.

The priest Baron was also very pleased, but as a somewhat immature, but definitely not stupid commander, he did not fall into ecstasy, but immediately issued new instructions.

"All long-range professionals in the southern one-third area, cooperate with the mage to attack the blue dragon!"

"The wild druid joins the eastern third of the area to help the orcs reduce their stress! I will heal you, and the depleted healers will gather around me!"

After speaking, without waiting for these guys to react, after several priests and druids gathered, Baron opened his hands, and the strong Holy Light energy turned into a star-point storm and gathered in his palm, and then again in the form of haze. Penetrates into the body of other healers.

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 secret technique of the North County Abbey-the chant of hope, which makes his body far stronger than the priest of the same level. The energy of the holy light is transformed into magic power in a special way to replenish the magic consumption of other people.

This kind of replenishment efficiency is very poor, basically it will waste the same amount of holy energy, but there is no way, Baron is a very sober guy, he knows that relying on himself, no matter what, he cannot maintain the balance of the battlefield. Take this method for follow-up replenishment.

"How much has the magic power recovered?"

The priest asked his teammates around him, and the elf priest of Quel'Thalas answered immediately.

"About one-third!"

"enough!"

Baron stopped the chant of hope, and only 10 seconds of transformation gave him a feeling of being hollowed out. His footsteps staggered and he was immediately supported by Marcus.

"Divided into two teams, we must make sure that the orcs can hold on to our help before the blue dragon is repelled!"

After some scheduling, Baron now has a certain degree of influence. The priest of Quel'Thalas and the night elf druid hesitated, then nodded.

"We try!"

25 people, at least 12 of which are long-range occupations, are all high-level lords. With this intensity of fire, even the blue dragon known for its mysterious magic can't stand it. A bearded dwarf uses a special armor-piercing bullet. After piercing through the scales around Stella Goosa's neck, the Blue Dragon Princess was very angry and smashed a huge amount of twisted magic into the hall of the Dragon Sleep Temple, and then exited angrily.

Her little temper caused a lot of trouble for these guys.

The chaotic storm raged in this area, and finally formed four burning blue flames, distributed in four places on the battlefield. The flames did not move. It was easy for others to avoid it, but unfortunately , Two flames happened to fall on the orc who was holding the Black Dragon Princess hard. They could only move the battlefield to the center very carefully like a small broken ship floating in the sea, and they were almost caught by Onyx. Ya got rid of the shackles, but under Baron's stern instructions, she managed to survive in the end.

The shield in his hand is about to shatter under the dragon fire and dragon claws, but Dranos Saurfang is still like a wall, holding on in front of the ferocious dragon, and the blood of the wild hunter is flowing in the orcs. , They are especially good at dealing with large creatures, Delanos is in the front, and Garrosh uses a strong chain to buckle Onyxia's left wing, forcing her to fail to fly into the sky.

The curse in Yorin Deadeye’s hand is like no money, swaying towards the body of the black dragon princess. The black dragon’s inherent resistance to magic makes the effect of these curses at least half weakened, but it can be done anyway. Barely maintaining the situation, especially after Sven brought a group of helpers over, Onyxia fell into a passive beating situation.

The disadvantage of large creatures is here. The body is too large, which leads to obvious advantages. At the same time, the weaknesses are also obvious. 25 high-ranking lords are scattered around the hall, attacking this black dragon in all directions. Her figure was drowned.

"boom"

It was the dwarf musketeer who broke the scales of the blue dragon just now, and another special armor-piercing bullet. This hit hit Onyxia’s forehead and even opened a blood hole. The black dragon's angry roar resounded at this moment. Palace, but whether it is the ruler of the alliance or the generals of the tribe, they have already seen the hope of victory.

Even Dick and Kael'thas had a hint of interest in their eyes.

As long as they can maintain this advantage and continue to rely on their increasingly skilful cooperation under the weight, it will hardly be a problem to defeat the black dragon.

But at this moment, there was a smirk on the iceberg-like face of the little blue dragon princess who was already standing outside the field. She pinched her fingers behind her and squeezed it lightly. The next moment, the four flowers that had been shaped around the hall The blue flame exploded in an instant, chaotic and intensely paralyzed energy sweeping the audience.

This unexpected situation disrupted everyone's offensive rhythm. Although the power grid that swept the hall did not cause too much damage, the intense paralysis caused even greater trouble to these guys who were also at the end of the war.

Delanos' body stiffened, and the block that had been done was blocked. The black dragon princess who seized the opportunity hit him with a paw, and the druid of the giant bear who wanted to fill his seat was sprayed to the front with a breath of dragon, and the black dragon got rid of it. Fettered, the tail like a siege hammer swept across the hall, and the paralyzed melee professions around him suddenly became ill, like a flying doll, rushing out embarrassingly in all directions.

The entire battlefield was suddenly in chaos, and the cry of pain and cursing resounded. The Red Dragon Queen saw this and couldn't help covering her mouth and laughed. Her eyes glanced at Stella Gousa, who was a little worried, and then Beckoned to her, the blue dragon princess stood behind the red dragon queen very well-behaved, and the hostile eyes disappeared.

"Interesting..."

Dick's body leaned toward Velen, who was closing his eyes and meditating, and whispered to the old priest.

"Master, you may be needed later..."

Velen opened his eyes, glanced at the battlefield, and then nodded.

Onyxia opened her wings with a happy roar, and the black dragon wings set off a storm. Without the obstacle of these little flies in the way, the black dragon princess rushed to the sky again.

However, she did not notice that behind the wings, she was still dragging a chain. On the other side of the chain, Garrosh was carrying Gorehowl behind her back. He was clutching the chain swaying around with both hands, and the black dragon princess walked along the battlefield. After flying around, Garrosh flew around like a skewers behind him.

But he is not alone.

"Roar!"

Delanos threw the completely shattered shield to the side, leaped forward, and grabbed the end of the chain that passed in front of him with one hand, and another fool made the same move.

Northshire Knight Maximilian, this guy had much better luck than Delanos. When he stretched out his hand, he caught the orc's left leg and was taken into the air.

Onyxia flew into the air naturally not for fun. She stayed in the middle of the hall, the blood hole on her forehead and the wounds on her body were still aching, and her eyes were shining with cold light, those shot from below. She didn't care about bullets and arrows, and magic.

This once noble and hideous behemoth is now at the extreme, and her anger can no longer be suppressed.

She opened her mouth and raised her head. The Buddha wanted to **** the air in the entire hall into her lungs. With this action, a smile of unknown meaning flashed across the corner of Dick's mouth sitting on the high platform in the south. The next moment, let the Buddha go. Like a narration, Dick's voice spread to the audience.

"Onyxia took a deep breath..."

"Roar!"

As soon as Dick's words fell, the Black Dragon Princess, full of hatred and revenge, aimed the dragon kiss, which had been enveloped by the flames of shadow, at the bottom of the hall.

The terrifying shadow of the dragon's breath, like a sulphur fire falling from the sky, almost instantly covered the floor of the entire hall, like an inverted black-red flame tornado, its scorching temperature even in an instant, The problem in the entire hall has been raised by more than 10 degrees.

This terrible attack made Varian and Thrall instantly change their faces, and Saurfang also stood up in an instant, holding a spine battle axe in his hand, about to rush out, but was stopped by Vol'jin, the troll Glanced at Velen, who was holding the staff in his left hand, and whispered,

"Those kids are fine! Don't get excited!"

"Ok?"

Saurfang looked at the bottom of the hall again, only to notice that a layer of golden shield blocked the black and red flames, protecting the panicked contestants.

Old Fording stood up, his golden figure immediately attracted everyone's attention, the old knight shook his head and whispered,

"Except for Garrosh Hellscream, Delanos Saurfang, Kent Maximilian, everyone else, exit! Frankly speaking, you disappointed us very much, and look forward to your players' miracles. Otherwise, you will be judged as a failure!"

In the next moment, the archmage Ronin sitting next to Mograine waved his left hand gently, and the teleportation circle arranged in the hall in advance took effect, and the others were teleported to the small north and east of the hall on the second floor. Area.

The expressions on most people’s faces were dumbfounded, even Marcus and Barron’s faces were a little dazed. The merry knight looked at the three guys who had struggled to climb to the back of the black dragon, with a fist in his left hand. He punched the hard wall and cursed fiercely.

"dry!"

This knight who pays attention to demeanor has never been so gaffe.

But another person stood up, it was Sven, the captain of the night elves squad. This female druid was holding her hands on the railing in front of her, and yelled a little regretfully.

"Kill the black dragon! Come on!"

Her arms were still trembling and looked very excited, but this encouragement was like lighting a certain flag. Behind her, whether it was a tauren or a draenei, whether it was a Quel'Thalas or a dwarf, At this moment, I got up from the chairs one by one and yelled,

"We are not here to be ashamed of failure! Get rid of it, Garrosh, get rid of it!"

"Knight! Don't give up, if I win, I invite you to drink!"

"Get rid of it! Get rid of it!"

This cry that has never been seen before. At this moment, at least among these contestants, there is no difference between alliance and tribe. Among the three people, there are humans and orcs. In the past two decades, this has almost They are the two races with the deepest hatred in Azeroth.

The irony is that the entire young generation of Azeroth now has to rely on these two hateful races to join forces in order not to be embarrassed.

Soon, no matter whether it was the alliance or the tribe's camp, such shouts of encouragement sounded sparsely, and then more and more, bigger and bigger, and finally resounded throughout the temple of Dragon Sleep.

Three people, a dragon, this is the template for a legendary story, and the kind of loss that has gone through the mass destruction at this time, it seems that all hope falls on these three guys who have just climbed onto the dragon's back.

Of course, perhaps these shouts, this is the significance of Dick and the great knights arranging this trial at this moment.