Infinite Heroes Seat

"The power of the holy light in him is still looking forward to!"

Listening to the inexplicable admiration, Lothar was taken aback, and then burst into laughter, feeling a little proud, saying: "It turns out that His Royal Highness Kael'thas has also heard of the name of our Human Race Silver Hand Paladin! Although! It's not as mysterious as the magic of your elves, but I have to say that the power of these paladins is still very powerful!"

After all, he is also a high-ranking human being. He was despised by the high elves who came. Lothar said in his heart that it is impossible not to be angry, but firstly the elves are allies, he can’t say anything, and secondly, there’s nothing he can tell. Things are better than strength, appearance, lifespan, and unity. The human race is almost completely exploded by the elves in every aspect, so he can only swallow his breath. At this time, seeing Mo Wen praise the Paladin, he wouldn't show off.

Just looking at Lothar’s triumphant expression, Liadrin frowned behind Mo Wen, stepping forward, just about to say something, after all, in her opinion, the elf knight system developed by their prince, It will not be weaker than the Paladin.

But Mo Wen quietly waved his hand to stop her. After all, it is not the time to expose the elf knight. After all, although the Silver Hand of Human Race was established at this time, the number of people is only a few hundred. Mo Wen doesn't want to become his own. The melee troops go to the front line of the war with the orcs. Although the elf knights are powerful, let's leave the cannon fodder to the humans!

After receiving Mo Wen's hint, Liadrin could only retreat unhurriedly, watching Lothar triumphantly introduce the Silver Hand Paladin to her prince.

But it seems that luck has not been on Lothar's side. He didn't say a few words, and Turalyon, who had left before, hurried back.

"Master commander, there has been movement on the orc side. A large number of orcs have been found landing in the Hillsbrad Hills. I am afraid that those guys will come for real this time!"

Opening the door curtain with one hand, Turalyon's expression was extremely serious at this time. Although his expression was solemn, he didn't have the slightest sense of worry, and he was worthy of Lothar's evaluation of him before.

And listening to Turalyon's words, Lothar's brow furrowed. Mo Wen glanced apologetically, and the latter understood. He shook his head lightly, and said calmly: "Master Lothar doesn't need to care about us, the troops of the high elves are ready, and can participate in the battle at any time!"

When Lothar heard this, he felt a relief. Just now he was really worried that the elves would come from afar and need time to rest, so that the situation would be passive to the alliance. At this time, he was relieved by the protection of Mi Wen. It is also expected that based on the average strength of the elves and the number of wizards in the team, If you really need to worry about the ability to continue combat, it should be on your own side.

After taking a deep breath, Lothar considered the issue of his tribe and asked in a deep voice, "Why can the orcs land from Hillsbrad Hills?"

What about General Proudmoore. Didn't he guarantee that the orcs would not be able to cross the sea from places other than the Thador Bridge? "

Turalyon smiled bitterly when he heard the words, and explained: "Master Commander, I am afraid Lord Proudmoore can't do anything about it. The green-skinned lunatics have built a lot of small canoes and then forcibly crossed the sea, even though Kutilus 'S fleet sank many canoes, but in the end they landed smoothly!"

"What?" Lothar's face changed slightly, and then he said in a deep voice: "These lunatics, then they don't care about supplies. Do they care about their own way? How dare they!"

Turalyon’s face was more bitter, and he said a little bit: "I’m afraid those green skins really didn’t think about it. They believe that they will win. As long as they can defeat us, then there will be no supplies and back roads. Problem!"

"These green-skinned beasts! I dare to look down upon us!" Lothar gritted his teeth, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, but he had to admit that the commander of the tribe really had a hand. They are no longer dominant. They must rush to the Hillsbrad Hills to stop the orcs before they dare to start operations. Otherwise, the entire Hillsbrad Hills will be the granary of the tribe. From there, Dalaran, Guinness, Alterac, and even Lordaeron are in danger of being destroyed by the orcs, and the Thador Bridge must be guarded by troops. Otherwise, if the Horde strikes the west, Lordaeron will really become Their back garden is out.

After all, he was a veteran warrior who had experienced many battles. After only a moment, Lothar made a decision, "Turayyan, let me know, keep 20,000 soldiers, and the rest of the troops are ready. We have to rush to Greece. The Hillsbrad Hills!"

Then I saw him solemnly bowing to Mo Wen and said: "His Royal Highness Kael'thas, I'm afraid we need your help this time!"

Mo Wen nodded and replied, "This is our responsibility as allies, you don't have to be like that, the only descendant of the former Thoradin!"

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Three days later, the hills of Hillsbrad, the rolling hills, were full of Union soldiers, silver helmets and silver armors, like a white ocean, and the sword in his hand was shining with a little bit of cold light under the scorching sun. In three days, with the help of the wizard wizard, a full force of 60,000 men drove all the way from Fadier Bay to this green hill, and now they were facing a total of 40,000 tribal troops.

With green skin, black armor, and bloodthirsty eyes, they look like wild beasts waiting to be hunted from a distance. These tribes from other worlds have no intention of shrinking from the disadvantage of numbers. They are exactly the same. The formation is half-moon, and it seems that the posture is actually to wipe out all the Alliance troops in one fell swoop.

The black and white ocean, the entire battlefield was exceptionally silent at this time, both the Alliance and the Orcs held their breath and waited quietly.

The breeze rolled up the dead leaves and slowly rotated, but could not dissipate the almost solidified atmosphere of silence.

Life or death, victory or defeat, everything will soon become clear.

In the front of the coalition forces, on a small hill, a golden lion flag with a blue background was hung high. Nearly a thousand knights gathered in one place. The commander-in-chief Lothar, with white hair and beard, was riding on a tall war horse, staring coldly in front of him. The enemy, especially the tall orc holding a giant hammer standing at the forefront of all the orc teams.

"Orgrim Doomhammer, today is your death date!"

Lothar whispered and drove out suddenly, facing the sixty thousand Union soldiers, raising the sword in his hand high.

"For our family! For our country! For our race!-Kill!"

The loud voice spread throughout the battlefield, and Duke Lothar rushed to the camp of the orcs without hesitation.

Behind him, Turalyon and a brown-haired knight, both of them were illuminated with a strong holy light, one left and one right, guarding Lothar's side like lights, and the three rushed like arrows. To the front.

"--kill!"

The next moment, the horses neighed, and amidst a shout, the knights charged forward, holding swords and warhammers in their hands, and rushing toward the center of the enemy's battlefield like a torrent of roaring horses.

"--kill!"

Then came the soldiers of the human race. The 60,000 soldiers raised their weapons like waves, took their own steps, and started running, the swarming white almost drowned everything.

At the same time, the battlefield of the orcs.

The tall orc standing at the forefront of the team raised the black sledgehammer in his hand and pointed at the Mercedes-Benz Alliance army.

"--Roar!"

Roaring like wild beasts, the orcs standing on the spot immediately sprinted like wild horses running off the rein. Under the trampling of countless green soles, the earth began to tremble.

With bloodthirsty frenzy in the red eyes, cold weapons craving for blood, the orcs directly charged towards the human race.

"——Let! Let these green skins see how powerful our high elves are!"

Behind the human race, Alleria’s eyes flashed with cold light. Following her order, the marchers raised the bows and arrows in their hands, drew their bows and set up their arrows. The next moment, the black arrows pierced the sky, straight like a rainstorm. The ground plunged into the ranks of the orcs.

Wailing and roaring, accompanied by splashes of blood, the orcs rushing forward fell down like wheat one by one, and then they were trampled into flesh by the partners behind them, and the entire orcs' charging formation was also stagnated. .

"Aim at those archers, the range of these elven archers is much longer than those of the human race!"

The orcs also reacted quickly. On a hill protected by heavy soldiers, an orc with a ghastly appearance wearing a bone mask raised the skull in his hand.

Under its orders, the orcs behind it with faintly black air raised their hands almost at the same time, and black arrows gathered in their hands, and then all whistling towards the distant travellers. At the same time, these orcs made a move. Red little ghosts appeared beside them. The little ghosts began to scream out the flame arrows in their hands. Not only that, but a few of the orcs started After a long singing, the eyes of the elves were full of bloodthirsty.

Orc warlocks, in the past wars, they showed great power and competed with the mages of the human race. They even had the upper hand occasionally, but unfortunately ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ their enemies were different this time.

Seeing the overwhelming black and red arrow rain, Mo Wen's mouth showed a sneer while standing in the mage team.

"The first team, eighty yards ahead, the ice barrier!"

Nearly five hundred elven wizards sang together, their mana gathered, and a thick ice barrier was condensed out of thin air over the team of the Farstriders, and countless shadow and flame arrows hit it, sizzling, but It is always impossible to cross the mine pool one step.

As far as magic is concerned, although human wizards are not weak, they are better than the large-scale use of war magic.

After the ice barrier, there was almost no need to speak, another team of five hundred elven wizards began to sing, and when they joined forces, huge fireballs began to slowly form in front of them.

Target-Orc Warlock! (To be continued)

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