There is no need for the silver 'color' dawn and the blood 'spirit' spirit to 'intersect' anything, if the generals of the two sides do not have this strategic vision, then they are not worthy of leading an army to fight at all. Read the full text of the latest chapter. The update is so fast.

The spells and arrows of the blood 'spirit' spirit have not stopped at all since they appeared on the battlefield. It was like a torrential rain that enveloped Gotik all the time.

In such a situation, it is extremely difficult for Gotik to say that he wants to cast a teleportation spell, or to support his mana shield.

And what made him feel even worse was that he still had the power to support the long-range spells. But at this moment, the warriors and knights of the silver dawn had surrounded him. Necromancer, that's still a mage. Wouldn't it cost him his life to let a mage and warrior knight who are proud of his 'meat' be more melee than melee?

Therefore, Gotic had relied on the weakness of the Silver Dawn's long-range inadequacy to keep using ranged spells to prevent the Silver Dawn from approaching in melee combat. Now that the long-range firepower of the Blood Spirit was suppressed, he had no time to be distracted, and in just a moment, he was surrounded by a group.

"Die! Stooges of the Scourge Legion! Colfax swung his two-handed greatsword and gave him a hard blow.

"No!" Gotik exclaimed. In desperation, he instinctively held the skeletal staff in his hand to resist.

The greatsword slashed into a burst of sparkling fire on the bone-like skeleton staff. I don't know what material the staff didn't break, which surprised Colfax. But the stunned young general didn't care, but then slashed down with a sword.

"Hah! Die! Die! Die! He chopped. While shouting.

Gotik's strength was no match for the berserk warrior in any way, and although the staff had been 'strong' and not broken, his arm strength was completely unbearable. He had to quickly use the necromancer's secret method to continuously increase his power to his arm. Parry Colfax's stormy attack with all his attention.

Click! A crisp sound does seem so clear on a noisy battlefield. Listening to different people's ears has different ideas. The mana shield on Gotik's body was not supported by effective mana, and it was finally shattered and destroyed.

"Oops!"

"Chance!"

Without their own generals talking, everyone in the coalition understands that now is the only and best opportunity.

"Fireball!"

"Arcane 'Shoot' Strike!"

"Fatal blow!"

"Sacred Fire!"

For a while, all kinds of long-range spells came one after another, and Gotic's body exploded like fireworks. And the priests put on various 'colored' shields for the warriors in front of them, for fear that they would suffer from the fish in the pond. However, it is clear that all the people who can maneuver around Gothik are the 'elite' heroes of the warrior knights, and they are even more fierce against the shields of the priests. Desperately slashed at Gotic, fearing that a gap would be revealed in his encirclement, allowing the cunning necromancer to escape.

Can Gotic, who was already at the end of his crossbow, have any unexpected endings under such a siege?

Gotik the Reaper cried out, "I'm still ...... Undertaking...... Unfinished ......"

"Hah!" Colfax supported the tired body. The giant sword in his hand was raised high, and with a single sword, he cut off the head of Gotic, whose body had been blasted terribly. "Gotick the Reaper? Now your head has been harvested! ”

Colfax jerked his head into the air.

"The leader of the Scourge has been ambushed;! Justice will triumph! ”

The morale of the coalition forces was even more impressive. Seeing that Gotick had died, the Death Knight Legion brought by Gotick also fled to the depths of the Sick Woods.

These minion coalition forces are not in a hurry to chase and kill.

Erigor gathered his army, leaving some men to clean up the battlefield. Then he approached the troops of the blood spirit.

"Your arrival has been a great help." Erigor politely thanked the Blood Spirit General, Count Liadline.

"You're so polite." Liadline replied with a smile.

Erigor suddenly noticed that something seemed wrong with Liadline's state - the 'female' count's face turned pale. There is a slight 'dew' between the eyebrows and eyes that is difficult to hide, and the eyes are slightly red and swollen, as if they have cried.

What's going on? Erigor wondered in his heart. As the commander of an army, it is the most basic quality to be in charge of the army. Even if the casualties of the blood 'spirit' spirit were too serious, the 'spirit' state of the 'countess' should not be so bad. And...... Erigor had already noticed it when he came. The blood 'spirit' troops must have suffered more damage than before they set off, but in Erigor, it is definitely within the tolerance range of the generals of the first army.

Where is there an immortal in war. Liadline wouldn't even be unaware of that. So. Why is Liadline so out of shape?

Erigor didn't care about Liadrin's 'private' affairs. It's just that Liadline is the leader of the tribe who is preparing to go to Naxxramas. If something goes wrong with her state, it will have a big impact on the whole plan. If you have a physical condition, you can also ask the priest to treat it. But if there is a mental condition, then there is a big problem. You know, Kel'thugad is a lich who is 'elf' and is attacked by the gods. If there is a leak in the 'spirit' spirit, it will be even more troublesome to deal with him. If you don't get it right, it's going to drag down the whole team.

Ask...... Or don't ask? The Dawn Messenger, who had always been a good man, hesitated. But considering that this operation on Naxxramas is too dangerous. In the end, Erigor still said euphemistically: "General Liaderin, I think you must have had a hard battle with the Scourge Legion before. And now it's a big help for us, I don't know if the streak will affect your state. After all, Naxxramas ......"

Although the words were tactful, Liadline saw what Erigor's worries were from Erigor's eyes. She didn't know that her current appearance was really not like the example that a general should be.

But why did she lose her form......

Liadrin's memories painfully go back to the last moments of the 'engagement' with Parchwick.

"Parchvik is the god of war of Kel'thugad!"

The blade of the great axe flashed with an unusually white light. 'Intertwined' slashed at Liadrin, who had nothing to rely on in midair.

"Holy Shield!" Liadline was not 'confused'. Having lost the weapon in her hand, she completely gave up the idea of parrying, and used the knight's strongest protection skill in mid-air.

Her reaction was quick, but Parchwick's dying blow could not have been stopped by this shield.

Axe to! Shield break!

Liadline spat out a mouthful of blood. She couldn't hear everyone's exclamations at the moment. The scene in front of you. Pachvik is known as the god of war of Kel'thugad, and his lethality is definitely genuine without a little water.

Ribs...... I'm afraid it's broken several times. Even her consciousness became a little blurred. Do you want to die here...... Dead at the hands of such a guy?

It is said that before people die, they will remember more fragments. In Liadrin's vague consciousness, the faces of countless people flashed, and finally, it was firmly fixed on a handsome and evil face with an extremely hateful smile.

Alex...... Never mind. I'm going to die......"

The badly injured Liadline didn't know where she was doing. But in the eyes of the blood 'spirit' spirit, only the body was blown away by the residual strength of the giant axe, but the hook and sickle of the third hand behind Patchwick swung again. Hung on her body and pulled hard at herself. The two blood-stained axes followed, and this time, Liadline had no means of protection.

Suddenly, a figure stood between the giant axe and Liadrin, and took the fatal blow for Liadrin.

"Parchvik is the god of war of Kel'thugad!"

Repeatedly thwarted, Parchwick instinctively broke away from anger. The little bug he was going to crush didn't die!! In a frenzy, he slashed at those who stood in his way. But the knight between him and Liadline always held Liadline on his back and was chopped like 'meat' sauce by Peachwick.

Although this change surprised everyone. But it's just a blink of an eye.

"Kill it!!" Rowling's fireballs kept going. And the knights at the feet of Parchwick are even more fatal.

Finally. Parchwick's attack slowed down, and finally the twin axes in his hands fell limply to the ground. The emotionless eyes of the abomination slowly froze, and its voice slowly and weakened, "Peachwick...... is the god of war of Kel'thugad......"

The great abomination finally fell, 'stirring' up a cloud of dust.

But none of the Blood Spirits were in the mood to celebrate. At this moment, their generals ...... Life and death are still uncertain.

The most anxious Rowling couldn't wait to rush to Liadrin's side with a few flashes.

"Leah!"

Liadline was unconscious and unconscious. The Blood Spirit Knight who had blocked most of her attacks lay quietly not far from her.

The pastor then followed to inspect the situation.

"The general's breath is faint, but it should be too late to heal. As for the ......," the pastor regretted that he could not go on.

"Then hurry up and treat the general!" As soon as Rowling heard that Liadlin was still saved, she immediately yelled loudly. In fact, the pastor has already begun to do the treatment.

Rowling couldn't help. So he walked over to the knight who had saved Liadrin. "Whoever you are, thank you for saving Leah. I'm really 'excited' to you. ”

Rowling said. Reaching out to pick up the knight, he took off his helmet, wanting to remember the face of the warrior who saved her all-important Leah.

Under the helmet, a handsome face with a satisfied smile. Although this smile must be very eye-catching to Rowling in normal times, at this moment, Rowling's brain is blank.

As soon as she let go of her hand, the knight's helmet rolled to the side.

How could it be him? He...... How did it end up here?;