Vanessa, the fake paladin, didn't charge with a group of screaming real paladins, she was self-aware, and now the judgment armor was worn on her body, and it looked good, but the force of nature had also dropped a lot. She is not familiar with horse warfare, and she can't play the thief skills on horseback at all. It's okay for the Sword of the Brotherhood to chop a small creep, but it's hanging against the Forsaken generals.

If she was chased and beaten by others, it would be too embarrassing to shout "help" heartbreakingly, so she just pretended to be honest in the back.

From the hot-blooded system to the Buddha system, the whole transformation process was smooth and natural, and unconsciously, everyone rushed to the front, they would not think that His Royal Highness the regent was running slowly, but that they were running too fast.

Gianna also knew that she couldn't exert much combat power now, so she came to protect her.

"Let's go over there!" Vanessa sat on horseback and watched from side to side, soon pointing in one direction on the battlefield.

The Wind Elemental Prince Sunderland was brutally killed.

Forsaken mages are also very decisive, crushing the barrier that binds the Wind Elemental Prince, and then attacking his elemental core in succession, forcibly killing the elemental creature.

The Flame Horse turned into a gust of wind and passed by the Wind Prince's corpse in due time, Vanessa had drawn the energy from the Wind Chaser's imprisoned skull many times before, and now she had slightly mimicked its characteristics, and with the speed of the horse, she reached out and grabbed the Thunder Fury. The Blessed Sword of the Wind Chaser.

With the death of Prince Sunderland, this artifact longsword has become an ownerless thing, and the artifact is in a state of chaos, and as Vanessa reaches out, it finds, hey, this breath is a little familiar, I didn't say it, let's go with her!

The thirty-meter-long artifact longsword shrank rapidly, eventually turning into a one-meter-long one-handed sword shape with thunder all over its body.

With the Thunder Fury in her left hand and Ashkandi in her right hand, she slashed to death the two Forsaken Mages with the impact of her war horse, not to mention the tip of her sword, and snatched the elemental core of the Wind Elemental Prince with her hand.

This core is badly damaged, but it also has some research value.

The Forsaken Mage was furious, whether it was the artifact sword or the elemental core, it was their trophies, how could they be snatched by the enemy?

They began to chant spells to teach the bandit a lesson of a lifetime, but then it didn't follow, Gianna's spell fell on top of them first, at a higher level than them, and cast the spell in advance, and a full twenty Forsaken mages were swept into the ice storm with precise control, and never came out again.

"Give this to Dalaran." Vanessa researched the core of the Wind Elemental Prince, and she found it useless to her.

She was neither a shaman, nor could she absorb the energy of the wind elemental herself, and the undead plague had also caused some pollution to this core, so she simply gave it to Dalaran as a reward.

Gianna also thought of this, in fact, she didn't need this thing, but taking Dalaran back could gag some people's mouths, and immediately nodded and took it.

Well? Vanessa finished talking to her, and when she turned around, she happened to see a somewhat familiar back, but when she wanted to take a closer look, the Forsaken had already begun to retreat to the underground Underworld.

"How?" Gianna had been looking at the ruins of the royal capital, many of which she knew well, except that the once-ornate towers had been reduced to ruins, the once-spotless clocks were scattered on the ground, the cracks in the walls were covered with misshapen vines, and the city was filled with a rich, almost indissolvable dead air.

Seeing Vanessa's expression, she asked casually.

Vanessa wasn't sure who she had just seen, it was just a back, very vague.

"It's okay, we'll follow up too!" Can't charge, but can't shrink back, as a woman, she doesn't need to show her bravery on this occasion, as long as she makes a gesture of charging, it meets the requirements of all parties.

If a female leader is covered in blood, doesn't that make it seem useless for a man?

The two-meter-tall man, Herold, armed with a large axe with wheels and knotted muscles, swept into the ranks of the Forsaken like a whirlwind.

He was a purely physical attacker, and with the strength of his muscles alone, the fierce general rolled up a whirlwind of killing, and the sharp axe slashed at the heads of the Forsaken with a cold light.

The Forsaken's highest-ranking executive, Dathalia, a female warrior from Talummir, confronted Herold with two swords, one of them was powerful and the other was so skillful that no one could do anything in a short time.

The two sides fought for more than ten rounds, and when Old Ferdin, seeing that Herod couldn't take the Forsaken in a short time, he immediately ordered his apprentice, the female priest with the reputation of a silver priest, Partris, to assist, this is a battlefield, and there is no need to play any heads-up.

The silver priest Partris is very strong, and his talent is even more terrifying, so he can be said to be the strongest priest on the scene.

Her expression was full of holiness and inviolability, and there were very few people in Azeroth who were qualified to be her teacher.

She spat out two syllables lightly, and then she saw a holy light punishment from the sky slash straight above the head of the high-level executor, and at the last moment, this extremely experienced female warrior of the Forsaken rolled to avoid the vital point, but was still hit by the holy light punishment on the left arm, and the holy light continued to snag upwards like a raging fire.

"Look for death!" The Blightburner shot an arrow at the silver priest, and the other party's expression did not show a hint of urgency, and with a wave of his hand, a golden shield blocked the sharp arrow.

A silver glow bloomed in Partris's eyes, and at a distance of a hundred meters, she looked directly into the eyes of the wither, this was the famous skill of her silver priest, repentance!

Endless remorse welled up in the wither's heart, and a large number of memories appeared in front of his eyes like a marquee, and countless voices seemed to whisper to him, "Do you regret?" Sad? You still have hope, you can go back, come on, come and embrace your new life again......"

The Blightcaller's eyes were scarlet, and he repented? In his dreams, he does not regret it at all and will never regret it! Even if it's hell, he's willing to go with him!

Well? For the first time since the silver priest Partris went to war, he was shaken, and who could resist her confession?

"Be firm in your path, don't use your path to belittle the path of others, you are strong, but if one day you meet someone stronger than you, do you have to deny what you have always insisted on?"

Old Ferding duly reminded him that his new disciple was very good in all aspects, but he was a little proud, he had always been worried that he would collapse if he encountered setbacks in the future, and it was a good thing to meet a strong-willed withered person now.

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