Chapter 117: Untitled
Liadline led a group of paladins all the way to stealthily walk, and it didn't take much time to reach the location that the minotaur Tlal had said, where she could clearly see Barak walking around in the rudimentary tent. γLatest chapter reading. γ
Lyadrin's team paused for a moment, as they saw that the area around Barak's tent was littered with minecallers and centaur hunters.
"It seems that the sneak attack can't be reached, so you can only attack." Liadlin thought to herself.
"My lord, I'll take the brothers, these outer centaurs away, you're in action. What do you think? A knight squad leader said.
"Zorn, you see, although the Thundercallers and Hunters here are not highly cultivated, they are numerous. With the people we have now, we are not enough to lure them all out. Liadlin pointed to the centaur and said to the team leader.
"So what do we do?"
"For now, we have to wait. Wait until these centaurs retreat or change the guard. "But that would have been a waste of time," said Liadrin. If Barak had attacked before we attacked, the crossroads might not have been able to stop. β
"Is there any other way?"
"You go and see if it's over in Ordaron. If it's over, let them come quickly, and we should be able to join forces. Liadlin said.
The herald was ordered to go to find Ordaron, and halfway through, he was met by Ordaron leading the group. The herald informed Aldaron of the situation, and Ordaron led the Fallen Blades in a hurry.
Ordaron led the Fallen Blades and the Knights to lure the Thundercaller and Hunter away, and Liadline continued to take a few steps forward with full attention. The knight is no better than the Ranger, has no assassination shooting skills, and can only attack in close combat, and Liadline must take the lead and not give Barak a chance to breathe in order to win the battle.
Ordaron and the others attacked the centaurs with great momentum, and Barak shouted loudly with a little excitement: "Take these elves down for me, it's rare to kill them and dry them, and the women stay to reward the brothers." Barak looked at the delicate elven knight below, licking his lips in infinite reverie.
Ordaron and the others fought with the centaurs, the Fallen Blades were in charge of the Thundercallers, the knights were in charge of the Hunters, and each Sindore could be used as a ten. Seeing that his subordinates were like vegetables to be slashed, Barak blew his horn and summoned more centaurs to come.
The horn sounded, and the centaurs continued to pour towards the battlefield. At this time, Liadlin had also slowly sneaked behind Barak, and while Barak was blowing the horn, Liadlin suddenly charged.
Raising the 'Holy Light Judgment', a huge hammer of holy light fell from the sky, knocking Barak unconscious, and the sound of Barak's horn came to an abrupt end.
Riadlin rushed forward with Cueldra in her hand, and a series of Holy Light Strikes such as 'Crusader Strike', 'Temple Judgment', and 'Fanatic Strike' were repeated in Liadrin's hands.
Fifteen minutes of frantic output, Liadrin's last move, 'Holy Storm', sends the centaur Barak into hell. Liadline swung Queldra and cut off Barak's head.
At this time, Sindore and the centaurs were still fighting together on the battlefield. After the battle, Liadline shouted into the battlefield, "All the knights use the 'Holy Storm' to strangle them. β
After Liadrin's order was given, the knights of the battlefield simultaneously unleashed the 'Holy Storm', and countless centaurs were strangled to slag.
"Ordaron, summon the Wind Rider to take us back!" Liadlin ordered Aldaron.
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At the crossroads, Sylvanas and Hawksbill had been back for an hour, but had not yet seen Liadline and Ordaron return.
Quelsala stood anxiously in the doorway, looking back and forth in the direction of the Forgotten Pool.
"Quill, don't worry too much. After all, Liadline is a hero-level knight, and there is also the existence of Aldaron, a quasi-hero-level. Against a few centaurs, it should be fine. Sylvanas said.
"Don't worry too much about dealing with a few centaurs. I'm just worried that Lilyn and they're under siege. They don't have the means to strike from a distance, and it's almost always melee combat. If you want to go to the enemy's side unconsciously, I'm afraid it's not easy. Quelsara said.
Anvina took a lynx cape and walked up behind Quelsala and draped it over Quelsala. said: "Brother Quill, Sister Lilin is very powerful! Both Lotherma and Mentor Astaro say that Sister Lilin is a rare tactical genius in Sindore. β
Sylvanas next to him also nodded, "Indeed! Liadrin's leadership talent and tactical acumen are extremely high. Quill, you could consider adding a princess, so that you have one more person to share in the war. β
"Yes! I often hear Sister Al say that Sister Lilin likes you very much! Anvina echoed on the side.
In response to Sylvanas' proposal and Avena's echo, Quelsara just smiled slightly, reached out and stroked Avena's hair, and said, "Silly girl, there are more people I like, do I have to bring it home!" β
"Hee-hee!" Anvena laughed, blinking wide, enjoying Quelsala's caresses.
While Quelsala and the others were talking, Karel came to report: "Fireworks are coming from the direction of the Forgotten Pool!" β
Quelsara hurriedly sent the Wind Rider to fetch them. Fifteen minutes later, Liadline, Aldaron, and the others stood in front of Quelsala intact.
Quelsala stepped forward, helped Liadlin straighten up her loose hair, wiped away the blood that stuck to her blonde hair, and said, "Lilin, hard work! β
"For the glory of Sindore!" Liadlin stood solemnly and said loudly.
"That's it! You go to the barracks and have a good rest! In the evening we had a feast to celebrate. Quelsala patted Liadlin on the shoulder.
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Orgrimmar, Power Valley, Thrall inspecting newly recruited soldiers. Standing in front of the recruits, Thrall shouted, "Blood and glory!" The recruits echoed loudly, echoing throughout Orgrimmar.
At the end of the recruits' training, King Sarufar ordered the soldiers to disband. Thrall was intrigued by a soldier armed with a giant hammer. So he walked up to the soldier and asked, "What's your name?" β
The soldier stood respectfully and said, "Chief! My name is Nazgreen! β
"Can I take a look at yours?"
Nazgreen handed the hammer to Thrall, who looked at it for a while. Said: "The hammer is a good hammer!" But what seems to be missing? β
"Chief Chief! An elf once told me that this hammer was called 'Katok Faith Power'! Nazgreen said, "He said that the reason why the hammer did not show strength was because his master lacked the power of faith!" β
Thrall's eyes lit up with an elite light when he heard Nazgreen's words. Thrall returned the hammer to Nazgrin and said, "May you find the power of faith soon!" And slapped Nazgreen twice on his plate armor.
Nazgreen turned to leave, and the wolf rode and hurried, saying, "Chief! Prince Quelsalla has received news that they have succeeded in removing the boar man and centaur leader. The elven scout came to ask what was the next step? β
Thrall was ecstatic when he heard this, and quickly said, "Go and get Chief Woking!" β
If you don't give up, I will live and die!
(End of chapter)