"In the name of the Holy Light, fight your way out!"

In the midst of the scuffle, Ares raised his sword and shouted. Facing the weakest point of the swarm, the alliance soldiers behind him followed the paladin to kill, and even Jean's werewolf army was dying, under such a brutal battle, whether it was orcs, humans, trolls or werewolves, they had already lost their physical strength. Breakthrough is their only hope, and only by surviving can they have a future.

A worm stood in front of Ares, and was pierced in the face by Ares' sword, and green juice squirted out, spilling Ares' face. Another, larger reptile quickly filled the place of the dead kind, and Ares gripped his greatsword and pierced the beetle's jaw with a sword from top to bottom. Even the blade of the sword continued to strangle, piercing the beetle's entire head.

Like the freshly dead bug, green liquid poured out of the beetle's torn jaw and splashed onto Ares' face. Smeared with disgusting bug blood, Ares clenched his sword and continued to fight.

Gianna and Egwene had already signaled, and a wisp of purple green smoke drifted over the battlefield, directing the Alliance and Horde warriors in the direction of their breakthrough.

However, just as the dawn of victory was on the horizon, Thrall felt that the environment around him was undergoing irreversible changes, and this change would directly lead to chaos and collapse of the war situation. The sand is moving faster and faster, and the wind speed and air currents around it ...... Wrong! Sal exclaimed.

He turned his head to look at the horizon, and sure enough, there was a terrible sandstorm that was blowing up the sand.

"In Elune's name, it's a sandstorm! We must retreat! ”

The arrival of the sandstorm forced the Night Elves, like the Horde and the Alliance, to make the decision to retreat with their entire army. At this moment, as one of the oldest races in Karimdor, the Night Elves can no longer care about the coalition forces. A thousand years ago, they had fought in the wind and sand, and knew that the sand was a good cover for the swarms, but the worst enemy for the coalition forces.

The huge Kalimdor coalition forces are in disarray. Even if Thrall wanted to help, he was powerless to do so. Here, the elements do not hear the call of the shaman. The sky and the earth were vast, and soon, there was only the sound of sand whistling.

Countless grains of sand blew in from the sky, like a berserk giant, skimming the Silishus Desert, past the coalition positions, and over the wall of the scarab. Even the clarion call for the retreat of the coalition forces was drowned out in the terrifying sound of the storm.

There was only countless sand and dust all around, and the sand under the feet was getting thicker and thicker, and every step was so difficult.

The rescue team is only an inch away from the coalition forces, but at this moment it has become a natural danger. Ares and Jean could no longer see where Egwen and Gianna were, and all vision was gone, with only wind and sand in front of them, and even the sand began to be unsteady on their feet.

It was in such an extreme environment that the Coalition soldiers had to fight the bugs, and the blood of the soldiers was sprinkled all over the battlefield and the Silissus Desert.

"Assemble! Come to me, Soldiers of the Alliance and the Horde! ”

In the chaos and despair, Ares struggled to stand still, thrusting the Ember Messenger into the sand. One hand reaches out to the sky, calling for the light.

A bright light fell from the sky and enveloped Ares. Even though the wind and sand are raging around them, this light is still so bright, guiding people to move closer to the paladin. Only by uniting can we have hope of survival.

In the whistling sand, Ares stood proudly, his hair blowing in the wind, his medium-long brown hair fluttering in the wind, and countless gravels scraping across his face, leaving bloody scars.

But the paladins still stand like this, for the Alliance, for the sake of Azeroth!

……

"Guardian, we must save him, Ares, he's still inside!"

On one side, it was Ares' insistence, and on the other side, Gianna was anxious to ask Egwen and herself to risk rushing into the sandstorm to save Ares. But Egwene's face had proven everything, and she rejected Gianna's stupid decision.

"We can't get in! Even if you go in, you may not be able to find Ares! This storm is too big, and you and I can't last long in it! ”

Egwene tried to persuade. But Gianna didn't listen, and she went mad and tried to rush into the sandstorm, but was stopped by Egwene's spell.

"You have to be calm, Gianna, you are so reckless as to storm that you will not help, you will even risk your own life! For the sake of the Alliance, you have to live and calm down, little girl! ”

Egwene commanded in a stern tone. Although she did not have the power to command the princess of Kul Tiras, seeing Gianna's immature and immature performance, Egwene hated that iron could not be made of steel. She tried her best to hold Gianna. was pushed back by Gianna's spell backlash.

However, Gianna is no match for Egwene after all. The Guardian used magic to confine her, directly controlling Gianna's spell circuit, allowing her to run powerlessly on the edge of the wind and sand like an ordinary person. Soon, Gianna's delicate body was blown down by the violent hurricane, and she fell to the sand dune, being dragged back by the guards around her.

Sal, retreated......

Night Elves, retreated......

The Kalimdo coalition remained in the sand pool, and the storm raged over and over again. Beat the coalition soldiers to pieces. However, more and more Alliance soldiers and Tribal warriors gathered around Ares.

Like an unfallable battle flag, the Holy Light stands proudly in the wind. Until the sand under Ares' feet became more and more and thicker. The swarm is still attacking, but the offensive is weakening. Obviously, sandstorms are a good cover for insect swarms, but when the wind is too strong, the insects can't stand on their feet, their bodies are not as heavy as humans and orcs, and they are also blown loose in the wind, even eight-legged beetles can't walk freely. Their bodies are dragged away by the wind, thrown into the air like toys, or dragged along the way, leaving traces of their feet on the sand.

Most of the bugs burrowed into the ground, and only a few fled in the direction of the Scarab Wall.

I don't know how long I held on to this posture, and finally, the storm ended. Ares was almost numb, exhausted, old wounds added to new, and fainted on the sand. Around him, more than three hundred survivors of the Kalimdor coalition army had gathered. Among them, there were warriors and hunters of the tribe, as well as mages and priests of the Alliance, and at this moment, all of them looked at the weak paladin lying on the ground with a respectful gaze. The priests were half-kneeling, using all their strength, summoning the Holy Light and healing Ares......