"Attack that big man's legs, soldier, you're such a fool!" Helena shouted to Paul as she hid in the protective circle formed by the small group of Lordaeron royal guards. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Holy Light, this is a crazy woman...... Paul thought silently to himself, and then rolled on the ground in embarrassment, dodging the mallet that the ogre kept smashing into the ground.

"If I were you, I'd do something instead of screaming there, elf!" Paul rolled over and bounced off the ground, the blades of his two-handed greatsword slashing across the ogre's legs, causing the troll to let out a loud roar.

Does it hurt, monster?—Paul's heart was filled with pleasure, and he desperately slashed the ogre's calf with the weapon in his hand under the cover of his companions.

"I'm waiting for the fatal blow, soldier, now is the time!" Helena's laughter reached Paul's ears, and he quickly jumped out of the ogre's attack range and turned to see what Helena's so-called fatal blow was.

In the bright field under the moonlight, the High Elf Ranger stretched his slender limbs like a straight pole, and on his slightly raised chest was an arrow with a huge arrow on his delicate longbow.

With a "buzz", the arrow slashed in front of Paul like a meteor, passing through the distance of a dozen paces, and suddenly froze between the ogre's eyes, and then pierced through fiercely, leaving only the tail feathers used to maintain balance still outside, trembling slightly.

With a loud bang, the ogre fell backwards, and the cheers of his companions came from all around, but Paul just stared at Helena's delicate face and the smug smile that hung on it.

"Thirteen!" Helena waved the longbow in her hand lightly, and suddenly muttered with a long delicate eyebrow unique to the High Elves, "No, this big guy is going to count two, that's fifteen!"

The troll would have been fourteen if it had counted two—Paul quietly mentally questioned Helena's arithmetic abilities—but...... Holy light is above, she is so beautiful!

The small episode between Helena and Paul was just a silhouette of the chaotic battlefield on the Arathi Heights, where the High Elf rangers quickly entered the interior of the orc army along the gap torn by the Lordaeron Royal Guard in the formation of the orc army, and after trying to shoot many orcs, the thin High Elves sought refuge from the nearby human warriors, and the two sides began to work together.

Kante ...... My lord, if this continues, sooner or later we will be defeated by the orcs. Do you have any good countermeasures?" said Aurelia Windranger as she approached Kanter, the commander of the Lordaeron Royal Guard, in the chaos of the battlefield, and asked him directly.

"Miss Aurelia, what are you ...... What about your companions?" Kante was followed by a number of Lordaeron royal guards, but his forces had been scattered, and he had little to do about what Aurelia had said.

"We rushed in with your troops, as for my brothers and sisters...... Don't worry, they're doing what they have to do. Aurelia replied to Kanter's words as she looked a hundred meters away—her gaze passed through the obstacles, and she threw herself into a squad of Lordaeron's royal guards there, and she was angry and amused—Helena, who was so crazy on the battlefield, wasn't she afraid of getting hurt?

High Elf rangers, under the protection of human warriors, can shoot at orcs with greater indulgence, and the advantage of the rangers is that even if they run out of arrows, they can make up for it with arcane shots.

But the orcs also have ranged attack units, and Zujin doesn't know where to get lost, and his trolls have been engaged in the battle on their own.

Trolls and High Elves have a deeper hatred than humans and orcs. Seeing the elves appear on the battlefield, it was naturally impossible for those troll headhunters and witch doctors to resist attacking these old enemies.

The Troll Headhunters frantically attacked the High Elf rangers who were hiding behind the human warriors, and although most of them were blocked by the human warriors, even if they fell, these crazy troll headhunters would throw their short axes.

The Troll Witch Doctor is a formidable enemy - both for humans and for orcs. This group of guys is enough to form a clear threat.

The troll's witch doctors hunched over their usual staffs, which hung small bags of unknown blades of grass, from which they kept pulling handfuls of tiny powders and spilling them into the night sky with a violent cough.

Soon, the powder had an effect, and the human warriors began to feel nauseous, their limbs weakened, and even some of the royal guards of Lordaeron collapsed to the ground, and their heads were cut off by the orcs or trolls in front of them.

But the powder was indiscriminate, and soon some orcs and trolls showed the same symptoms, but the witch doctors enjoyed spreading voodoo and knew they would hurt their companions, but they couldn't stop.

Soon, a large vacuum formed in the place where the troll witch doctors passed—orcs, humans, High Elf rangers and troll headhunters all foaming at the mouth and convulsing their limbs to the ground.

"Zugin, what your fools have done!" Orgrim noticed this on the hill and cursed loudly, but Orgrim couldn't do anything about it, because Zujin wasn't by his side at all, even if he sent a herald to forcibly stop the troll witch doctors' slaughter, whether they listened or not...... Which herald can approach them?

So, where did our Emperor of the Amani Empire, Zukin, the self-proclaimed sole true god of the world of Azeroth, go? In fact, His Majesty did not go far, he hid somewhere on the battlefield, waiting for revenge on his old enemy.

"Little girl, you can't escape now, I must cut off your arms, stab your beautiful blue eyes, strip you from head to toe, and then ...... First/rape/later/kill!goohe......he......he Beast.

"Huh?" Aurelia had just shot an orc who was about to launch a sneak attack on a royal guard of Lordaeron before she put an armor-piercing arrow on her longbow when she frowned and let out a startled snort.