Although in Dick's eyes, the cooperation of the contestants was still too rough, and the healing profession wasted magic at will, and even some priests couldn't resist the excitement in their hearts and joined the battle, and some guys did not obey the command very much, and under the attack of Demitil's head and tail, they still planned to pick up a bargain instead of retreating under the order. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

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

Five minutes later, Maxmilan dragged his almost lightning-scorched body and stabbed the windmill spear into Demytil's abdomen, a blow that caused the green dragon to let out a cry of pain, and although it did not hurt his life, according to the rules, Demi still withdrew from the battlefield in human form after a while.

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

This small victory made everyone's hearts happy, and it meant that they saw the hope of victory.

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

"All ranged professionals in the southern third region, cooperate with the mage to attack the blue dragon!"

"Wild Druids join the Third of the East to help the Orcs relieve stress! I'm here to heal you, and healers who have run out of magic come to me!"

After saying that, without waiting for these guys to react, after several priests and druids gathered, Baron's hands were opened, and the powerful holy light energy turned into a star storm that converged in the palm of his hand, and then seeped into the bodies of the other healers in the form of light mist.

As the commander, he didn't join the battle just now, and the holy light in his body was almost not consumed, and now he used the secret technique of the North County Monastery, the Song of Hope, to convert the holy light energy in his body, which is far stronger than that of the priest of the same level, into magic power in a special way to replenish the magic consumption of others.

This kind of supply efficiency is very poor, and it will basically waste the same amount of holy energy, but there is no way, Baron is a very sober guy, he knows that relying on himself alone will not be able to maintain the balance of the battlefield no matter what, and he must take this way for follow-up supply.

"How much mana has been restored?"

The priest asked his teammates, and the elven priest of Quel'Thalas immediately replied,

"About a third!"

"Enough!"

Baron stopped the Hope Anthem, and after just 10 seconds of transformation, he felt like he had been hollowed out, and he stumbled in his steps, and was immediately stopped by Marcus.

"Divide into two teams, make sure that the orcs can hold out until we come back before the blue dragon is repulsed!"

After some scheduling just now, now that Balon has a certain amount of influence, the priest of Quel'Thalas and the night elf druid hesitated for a moment, and then nodded,

"We try our best!"

25 people, at least 12 of them ranged professions, are all high-level lords in the case of this kind of concentrated fire strength, even the blue dragon known for its mysterious magic is a little unbearable, after a bearded dwarf with a special armor-piercing bullet pierced the scales around Stella Gosa's neck, the blue dragon princess was very angry and smashed a huge amount of twisted magic into the hall of the temple of dragon sleep, and then angrily withdrew.

Her little temper caused big 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, this flame will not move, it is naturally very simple for others to dodge, but it is very unfortunate that two flames just fell on the side of the orcs who were struggling to contain the black dragon princess, they could only be like a small broken ship in the sea, very carefully shifted the battlefield to the center, and was almost freed from the restraints by Onexia, but under Baron's sharp instructions, it finally barely survived.

The shield in his hand was about to shatter under the dragon's fire and claws, but Dranoth Sarufar was still like a wall, sticking to the front of the fierce dragon, the orcs had the blood of the Revenants in their veins, they were especially adept at dealing with large creatures, Dranoth held back in front, and Garrosh fastened Onyxia's left wing with a sturdy chain, forcing her from flying into the sky.

The curses in Yorin Deatheye's hands were unleashed on the Black Dragon Princess as if they didn't want money, and the Black Dragon's innate resistance to magic weakened the effects of these curses by at least half, but they were able to barely hold on to the battle, especially after Swain arrived with a gang of helpers, and Onexia fell into a passive situation.

The disadvantage of the large creature is here, the body is too large, resulting in obvious advantages and weaknesses, 25 high-level lords scattered around the hall, attacking this black dragon in all directions, the storm that set off, almost overwhelmed her figure.

"Bang"

It was still the dwarven musketeer who broke the blue dragon's scales just now, and another special armor-piercing bullet, this blow hit Onexia's forehead, and even broke a blood hole, and the black dragon's angry roar resounded through the palace at this moment, but whether it was the ruler of the alliance or the generals of the tribe, they had already seen the hope of victory.

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

As long as this advantage can be maintained, relying on their increasingly skillful cooperation under heavy pressure, it will hardly be a problem to defeat the Black Dragon.

But at this moment, a wicked smile flowed out of the iceberg-like face of the little princess of the blue dragon who was already standing outside the field, her fingers pinched behind her back, and she pinched it gently, and the next moment, the four blue flames that had been fixed around the hall exploded in an instant, and the chaotic and strongly paralyzing energy swept across the audience.

This unexpected situation disrupted everyone's offensive rhythm, although the power grid that swept through the hall did not cause too much damage, but the strong paralysis brought more trouble to these guys who were also at the end of the crossbow.

Dranos's body stiffened, the original block was out of shape, and the black dragon princess who seized the opportunity was knocked away with a claw, and the giant bear druid who wanted to fill the position was sprayed to the front by a mouthful of dragon breath, the black dragon got rid of the restraints, and the tail like a battering ram swept through the hall, and the surrounding circle of paralyzed melee professions suddenly became unlucky, like a doll that had been pumped away, and pounced in all directions.

The whole battlefield was suddenly chaotic, screams and curses resounded, the red dragon queen saw this, couldn't help but cover her mouth and laughed, her eyes swept over the somewhat uneasy Stella Gosa, and then beckoned to her, the blue dragon princess stood very obediently behind the red dragon queen, and those hostile eyes suddenly disappeared.

"Interesting..."

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

"Master, I may need your hand later..."

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

With a happy roar, Onexia spread her wings, and the black dragon wings set off a storm, and without the hindrance of these little flies, the black dragon princess rushed into the sky again.

But she didn't notice that behind the wings, there was a chain dragging behind, and on the other end of the chain, Garrosh carried the blood roar behind him, and was clutching the chains that were dangling everywhere with both hands, and the black dragon princess flew around the battlefield, and Garrosh flicked it around like a meat skewer following behind.

He's not alone, though.

"Roar!"

Dranoth tossed his shattered shield to the side and leaped forward, grabbing the end of the chain that had passed in front of him with one hand, and another fool did the same.

The knight of the North County, Max Milan, this guy had much better luck than Dranos, and when he reached out, he grabbed the orc's left leg and was also carried into the air.

Onexia didn't fly 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 faintly painful, her eyes were shining with cold light, those bullets and arrows fired from below, and magic, she didn't care at all.

This once noble and hideous beast was now embarrassed to the extreme, and her anger could no longer be suppressed.

She opened her mouth and raised her head, as if to inhale the air of the entire hall into her lungs, and with this action, a smile of unknown meaning flashed on the corner of Dick's mouth, who was sitting on the high platform on the south side, and the next moment, as if it were a narrator, Dick's voice spread to the audience.

Onexia took a deep breath..."

"Roar!"

As soon as Dick's words fell, the black dragon princess, full of hatred and revenge, aimed the dragon's kiss, which had been shrouded in shadow flames, at the bottom of the hall.

The terrifying Shadow Dragon's Breath, like a sulfur fire falling from the sky, completely covered the entire hall floor almost instantly, like an upside-down black-red flame tornado, and its scorching temperature even raised the problem of the entire hall by more than 10 degrees in an instant.

This terrible attack made Varian and Sal immediately change their faces, and Sarufar also stood up in an instant, holding the spine battle axe in his hand and was about to rush out, but was stopped by Woking, the troll's eyes swept over Viren, who was holding the staff in his left hand, and whispered,

"Those kids are all right!

"Huh?"

Sarufar looked at the bottom of the hall again, and noticed that a golden shield was blocking the black-red flames, protecting the panicked contestants.

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

"Except for Garrosh Hellroar, Deranos Sarufal, and Kent Maxmilan, everyone else, get out of the game! Frankly, you've disappointed us, expect your players to do a miracle, or you'll be judged a failure!"

The next moment, Archmage Luo Ning, who was sitting next to Mograini, waved his left hand slightly, and the teleportation circle arranged in the hall in advance took effect, and the others were teleported to the small areas in the north and east of the second floor of the hall.

The expressions on most of the people's faces were confused, even Marcus and Baron's faces, there was a trace of confusion, and the merry knight looked at the three guys who had climbed onto the back of the black dragon with difficulty, and the fist of his left hand hit the hard wall with a punch, and scolded viciously.

"!"

This knight who pays attention to grace has never had such a gaffe.

But the other person stepped forward, it was Swain, the leader of the Night Elf team, the female druid with her hands propped up on the railing in front of her, shouting with some remorse,

"Kill that black dragon!"

Her arms were still shaking, and she looked excited, but the encouragement was like lighting some kind of flag, and behind her, whether it was a minotaur or a draenei, whether it was a Quel'Salas elf or a dwarf, one by one stood up from her chair and shouted,

"We're not here to be embarrassed by defeat! kill it, Garrosh, kill it!"

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

"Kill it! Kill it!"

This cry that has never been seen before, at this moment, at least here in these contestants, there is no difference between Alliance and Horde, among those three people, there are humans and orcs, these are almost the two races with the deepest hatred in the entire Azeroth for the past twenty years.

Ironically, 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, whether it was the alliance or the tribe's camp, this kind of shout of encouragement rang out sparsely, and then more and more, bigger and louder, and finally resounded throughout the Dragon Sleep Temple.

Three people, a dragon, this is the template of a legendary story, and the kind of loss that has been wiped out at this time, it seems that all hope falls on these three guys who have just climbed on the back of the dragon.

Of course, perhaps these cries are the meaning of Dick and the Great Knights arranging this trial at this moment.