Infinite Heroes Seat

"Elf, I curse you!"

On the pitch-black battlefield, the leader of the red dragon, who fell to the ground, looked at the giant sword in his hand, and slowly walked towards his figure, struggling to raise his head and say.

At this time, its body was incomparably tattered, large scales were scorched, revealing the red muscles behind, one wing was chopped off by someone, only a bit of the root was left, and the four sharp claws were only left in the end. One.

"Yes?"

Mo Wen heard this with a low smile, and his darkened face showed a somewhat distorted expression, and then the blue and purple sword in his hand directly penetrated into the dragon's head.

"——Then I'll wait!"

Blood was splattered, and the fiery dragon blood sprayed on Mo Wen like a fountain, bringing a pungent smell, but he didn't care. He casually glanced at the head of the red dragon leader that was not looking at him, and then But he cast his sights on the entire battlefield.

At this time, the battle was nearing its end. Except for the hundreds of orcs trapped in the center of the battlefield, there was no army belonging to the tribe. There were quite a few thirty red dragons, all of which were left behind, and the entrance of the Poisonous Mist Canyon was completely scorched earth, half of which was a masterpiece of giant dragons, and the other half was owed to Mo Wen.

In the battle just now, he watched as the tribe's army was about to break through the alliance's defenses, and directly lowered the Eight Desolation Profound Fire Array, and detonated all the flames in it in one fell swoop. After a shocking explosion, at least five thousand orcs were strangled, and the ground of the canyon also turned into its current scorched, convex and concave appearance during the big explosion.

After calming down the weakness caused by the continuous battle, Mo Wen pulled out the Ice Thunder Tribulation inserted in the head of the giant dragon, and then walked towards the final battlefield.

The center of the battlefield. The battle had stopped, and soldiers from the dwarves, elves, and human races surrounded the orcs with only a few hundred people left. The two sides are facing each other with weapons in hand.

The battle just now was so fierce that both the Alliance and the Horde were unable to recover. No more fights.

Five thousand dwarf warriors, now only more than one thousand people survived. There are only two hundred elves and elven knights. The mages and rangers have relatively little loss under the protection of Mo Wen deliberately. They survived about 1,300 people. , And the human race, more than two thousand knights came to support, in the end only a hundred of them were left. But the orcs were even more miserable. With an army of 30,000, only those in front of them survived, and the remaining ones might die at any time.

With swords drawn, the rangers put their arrows on the bows and drew the bowstrings. The mages controlled their magic power and chanted the spell silently, and the dwarves held the giant hammers. The Paladin held the sword, and believed that at this time, as long as someone gave an order, these orcs would die under the arrows.

"You surrender! We don't want to make senseless killings now!"

In the crowd. Perhaps it was because too many orcs had been slaughtered just now, Turalyon had a rare pity at this time, and said to the Bruzos headed by the orcs.

But the latter shook his head. Refused: "Orcs never have cowards! Today I will fight and die here with my robes!"

With its words, the remaining hundreds of orcs raised their weapons one after another. His eyes are full of perseverance.

Although we are separated from the enemy, everyone in the alliance has to admit it. These orcs in front of them deserve the title of warrior. Alleria took a step forward and looked at Bruzos Saurfang and asked in a low voice: "Then orcs, do you have any more requirements, if it's not too much. , We can consider agreeing to you!"

Bruzos was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said: "I want to fight that fairy prince again!"

It turned out to be this request, and everyone looked at each other, and for a while, they didn't know what to do.

Agree, Kael'thas is the prince of Quel'Thalas, the descendant of the Sunstrider, and his status is noble. If something happens, no one can bear the responsibility. Disagree, for a dying warrior. In other words, it was a little uncomfortable, and it would appear that everyone in the alliance was afraid of these orcs. As a result, Bruzos came down with a sentence, but it was a cold field.

But then a woman's cold voice rang from the crowd, "You dream! What status is your Royal Highness? How can you **** orcs have the right to challenge him!"

Everyone looked over, but it was Liadrin with a frosty face.

The female knight is now covered in blood, and her whole body is exuding an inexplicable chill, just like an evil spirit who just crawled out of hell, but she didn’t care about anything else, she just waved at the high elves around her. He said directly: "Let me shoot these **** bastards!"

It’s no wonder that Liadrin is so angry now. The previous battles were too tragic. In the chaos, the elf knights she trained by her own hands died for eight levels, and she almost died in the one-eyed orc Kiel. In the hands of Rogge's blind eyes, she still relies on luck to win the final defeat. It can be said that she hates these orcs to her bones. When they hear that they still want to threaten her most respected prince, how can she bear it? Live.

Seeing that Liadrin was on the fire, the others were not good at talking. Turalyon opened his mouth slightly, but was pulled by Uther. The latter shook his head and motioned him to look aside, only to see Li Next to Adeline, Kurdran Wildhammer's eyes were also full of hatred, and his palm kept holding the sledgehammer in his hand, as if he couldn't bear it anymore.

Turalyon sighed slightly when he saw this, and said no more.

Although the human knights lost a lot in this battle, it was not painful for the entire human race, but for the Wildhammer dwarves and the high elves, the losses were really heavy, and the opposing ones were all suffocated at this time. As for the fire, Turalyon would naturally not touch the mold of his allies at this time.

Since there was no other commander to speak, the surrounding elves glanced at each other, but they raised their bows and arrows one after another, and they were about to do it.

But at this moment, a hand suddenly rested on Liadrin's shoulder, and then a faint voice came.

"Well, Liadrin, since it's the other party's last wish, then we can satisfy them a little bit more generously!"

Hearing this voice, Liadrin was stunned, and then a trace of enthusiasm appeared on her face, and after a respectful salute to the person behind her, she happily stepped back to the side. It was totally different from before. People, can't see the anger on her at all. And it's not just Liadrin's appearance, most of the elves around, as well as many dwarves and humans, all have the same look on their faces, looking at the people in awe and fanatization.

Slowly walking out of the crowd, Mo Wen came to Bruzos under everyone's gaze.

"Do you want to fight me again?"

Bruzos nodded and bowed slightly to Mo Wen. Then he said slowly: "Mighty elven prince, you are the strongest one I have ever seen, even if it is Ogg. Chief Rim, or Gul'dan Shaman, can’t use your power that destroys the earth just now! But as a warrior, Bruce Saurfang still wants to challenge you again! "

Unleashing the Eight Desolation Profound Fire Array, killing dozens of giant dragons on the spot, and destroying five thousand orc warriors, Mo Wen not only won the worship of everyone in the alliance, but also won the awe of the tribes, believing that the body like a demon **** Zi will be engraved in their hearts for a lifetime.

And listening to Saurfang’s words, Mo Wen nodded slightly~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and then suddenly sighed. He looked into Saurfang’s eyes and slowly said: "Actually, you are Want to die in my hands!"

Saurfang was silent for a while, then raised the great axe in his hand.

"The glory of a soldier is to die on this battlefield, not to live cowardly!"

This time, Chang Mowen became silent, and then saw him wave his hand, indicating that everyone in the alliance had vacated a space.

"Thank you for your accomplishment, prince of the elves!"

Bruzos Saurfang was overjoyed when he saw this, and he gave Mo Wen a grateful look, and then walked to the end of the field with the giant axe, then patted his chest, and roared at Mo Wen.

"Come on, prince of the elves, let me see all your strengths!" (To be continued...)

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