The left and right wings didn't know that the middle lane was already in a bitter battle at this time. But the generals who lead the army are veterans of many battles, and how can they not know their responsibilities - they must deal with their opponents! Never show weakness in front of the Alliance/Horde!

"Damn!" Not far in front of Liadline was the Abomination Parchvik who was waving three hands and slaughtering, and the massive body of the four people made the blood knights and warriors at his feet seem so small that they could be whipped away by him from time to time.

Whenever one person was pulled away, the brainless abomination would hoarse and hoarsely repeat the words: "Pachvik is the god of war of Kel'thugad!" Pachvik is the god of war of Kel'thugad;! ”

This strange scene made Liadline feel like a child who felt that he had done something great and shouted loudly to ask his parents for credit. But she couldn't laugh, such a thick-skinned human weapon, the long-range attacks of the elven rangers and mages were not painful to him at all. And the sharpest siege weapon of the elves, the Toba Ballista, because she was fighting in a jungle environment like the Sick Wood Forest, she didn't bring the plague land at all this time.

Now she is completely relying on the light of the Blood Knight and the support of the priests in the rear. But the situation was obvious, even with the Blood Knights fearlessly rising to the top, Parchwick still easily pressed towards the ranged team behind him step by step.

"Shoot the arrows!" Liadline commanded the rangers, covering the mages and priests who needed time to ching, and gradually retreated between the chanting. "What about the mage? Smash the ice arrows at me! Slow down this guy! ”

"First echelon mage! The second echelon mage is waiting for my order!! Rowling, who was standing in the middle of the mage group, hurriedly assigned. Under her order, the ice arrows in the hands of the mages bloomed one after another, and landed on Pachevik's body one after another with an extremely layered rhythm, and the huge body was instantly covered with a layer of frost.

The pace of abomination slowed down in an instant. Liadeline's face relaxed slightly, but she didn't dare to be careless. Continue to order: "The Mage Regiment continues!" Keep the rhythm and keep your distance. Priest pay attention to the state of the Blood Knight! Ranger on concussive shooting! Warlocks watch out for gargoyles in the sky! ”

Although this tactic of fighting and retreating is a bit faceless, at least the casualties are back within the range that Liadelin can accept. It's just that Liadrin's breath hasn't been relieved for long, and the situation on the scene has changed again.

Covered in snow and frost, Parchwick looked at his own target, the little insects that were not worth mentioning in his eyes, and repeatedly dodged its attacks, and let out a roar of rage in the sky. A strange layer of blood red rose over its already white, frozen body, and its speed suddenly became incredibly fast again.

A scream escaped from the mouth of a Blood Knight who had been gasped upside down by Parchwick.

"Pastor! ......Hurry up," Liadreine had barely reached the halfway point of her order, when she was surprised to find that the knight had lost his breath of life after landing on the ground. She gasped. In the battle just now. At least most of the knights who were whipped away by Parchwick still had a breath of air.

"Its attack has become stronger!" She snapped a reminder.

It's just that in the blink of an eye, the knights who have been intercepting Parchwick with a meat shield posture are being pumped away one after another. Parchwick sped short of the distance to the rangers at a speed that didn't match its massive and bulky body.

"The Ice Arrow has no effect on it!" Rowling shouted anxiously.

"Frost Trap!" Liadline yelled.

The rangers threw out the traps, but they were the same as the ice spells. Pachewick stepped on the trap on the ground.

Its huge body was now rampage through the battle array in front of it like an engineering tank, and the ordinary blood knight was no match for this rampaging human weapon at this moment.

Fang soldiers kept falling, and Liadrin's eyes were red. The blood elves have always had a difficult time repopulating. She was distressed for every sacrifice, not to mention that it was the Blood Knights she had formed herself who was fighting on the front line at this time.

But. Unstoppable! The ordinary warriors couldn't stop the rampaging Parchwick, and even though the Blood Knights were frantically attacking behind Parchwick, they didn't let the monster turn its course. It kept moving closer and closer to the long-range camp, and closer!

Once such a meat grinder approached the long-range troops. It is conceivable that the mages and priests who are arrogant and expensive will be catastrophically annihilated.

"Eldara!" Liadrin's side of the battlefield, called out her new lieutenant.

"Yes, General."

"The next battle. You're ready to take over the command! ”

"Yes, General!" Eldara replied instinctively. But when he finished speaking, he was stunned. She came to command? So is General Liadeline going to be?

"For the glory of Sindore!" Liadrin's body shone with a blinding golden light. She slammed her horse between her legs, drew her greatsword and slammed it headlong into Parchwick.

"Execution Trial!" The impact of Salas's steed, combined with the Hammer of Light falling from the sky, slammed into Parchvik's body in one fell swoop, and while it didn't make the abomination retreat, it somewhat slowed it down and distracted it.

Abomination lowered his head, his eyes staring at the tiny woman at his feet. Instinct told it that the little bug seemed to be a little stronger than the ones that had come before...... Of course, that's a little bit.

Do you want to crush this little bug? Or do you listen to your master and continue to charge forward? Abomination shook his head, seeming a little confused.

Liadline doesn't care what Parchwick is thinking.

The horse she stepped on slammed into Parchwick and fell to the ground with a grief. She immediately flipped off her horse with a leap, and then swung her great sword in her hand and struck a beautiful triple blow.

"Crusader Holy Strike!"

Although the abomination does not react to the Light as fearful as ordinary natural disasters. However, Liadline is not just a hero-level powerhouse, she is also the first Blood Knight to receive the infusion of Holy Light. Her light is extraordinary compared to the average warrior.

Carrying the damage of the light to the undead, the greatsword cut a huge wound on Parchwick's body, and the most fragile abdominal cavity of the abomination cut a large gap, and the colorful filling inside flowed out.

At this moment, Pachewick no longer hesitated. It decided to deal with the pesky little bug in front of it first.

"Parchvik is the god of war of Kel'thugad!" It swung its great axe and slashed straight at Liadrin.

"General!" Eldara was in a hurry. "Knights, come to the aid of General Liadrin!"

The Blood Knights who had fallen behind Parchwick beckoned to Parchwick as if they were not fatal. But their attack only allowed Parchwick to divert the target with the third hand on his back. It remained stubbornly staring at Liadrin, and the giant axe in its left and right hands slashed at Liadline like a chopping sauce.

"Set fire! I'm on top! The two-handed sword in Liadline's hand had been cut into the gaps by Parchwick's great axe. That is, she can still hold on, because the two-handed sword in her hand was obtained for her by the regent himself in the royal treasury before leaving. If you change the sword, it will be 100% broken at the moment.

But even so, listening to the loud sound of the axe constantly falling on the sword, the axe is holding the Venus that keeps bursting out. Liadline herself didn't know how long she would last.

"Hurry up, everyone, hurry up!" Adeline's situation is simply critical, and Rowling in the rear is also anxious. She pulled a magic scroll out of her pocket and tore it. "Time warp!"

A magical force envelops the entire Blood Elf ranged force, centered on Rowling. The remotes were surprised to find that their spells, which had been awkward and complicated, were now much smoother, and they didn't miss a single word, but the time it took was thirty percent shorter than before.

If it were normal, the mages would have been pleasantly surprised, but now everyone knows they don't have the time to wonder why. All of them were engrossed in chanting the strongest incantation they could use.

And the same thing happened to pastors. The priests hurriedly unleashed one healing technique after another, and no matter how much or too little, all fell on the hard-working support of Lyadrin

"Then I don't believe you're not dead!" Rowling gritted her teeth and threw a large fireball. You know, this precious scroll was hard for her to get.

Rowling's resentment seemed to rival a warlock's curse.

Pachewick suddenly stopped moving, and his whole body trembled.

"It's finished?" Liadline felt that the bones in her body were about to break under this round of blows from Parchwick, and the hands that were barely supporting the greatsword were completely numb to the point of losing consciousness.

Pachwick's stillness seemed to be only for a moment, but it seemed incredibly long.

Just when everyone thought that this invincible abomination was about to fall. Parchwick let out a roar of rage, and he completely gave up the attack from his back, and the third hand on his back threw out a hinge and wrapped it around Liadline's body, pulling her out and throwing her into the sky like a whack-a-mole.

Suddenly pulled away and unbalanced, and her hands were numb, Liadeline's big sword was thrown off guard.

The giant axe in Pachwick's left and right hands slammed into the air, slashing at Liadeline, who had nowhere to focus in mid-air and lost her weapon.

"Parchvik is the god of war of Kel'thugad!" (To be continued)