Chapter Forty-Eight: The Last Battle of Akmund Strikes
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Enemy Attack !!!
The sound of the alarm began to sound outside, sharp and piercing, one after another.
A night elf dressed in enchanting clothes walked quickly into the palace and said loudly; "The Burning Legion has launched an attack, the enemy's strength is too strong for us to resist, and the defense line has begun to shrink."
This sentence was shocking, making Rex jump up directly from the chair, with a look of disbelief in his eyes, and exclaimed in his mouth; "What?"
Didn't Lexa hear what the Night Elf was saying? It's just that the news she told was so shocking that Rex couldn't believe it, so she said this sentence.
Not only Rex, but the others also stared in surprise at the Night Elf who had entered.
One by one, it stood up, but it brought heavy pressure to the night elves who reported it, you must know that everyone here, every one of them is not low, in their own country, they are all able to be the masters of the house, one person can influence the situation of a country, and the high position is naturally full of the majesty of the superiors, and the most critical place, their strength, are all heroes.
The Night Elf was shocked by the momentum, and subconsciously took a step back, and when Tyrande saw this, he raised his eyebrows and said softly; "What's going on outside? You tell me more about it,"
"Outside," with Tyrande's help, the Night Elves were much better, and the look on their faces relaxed. This momentum was cut off by Tyrande. The strength of the demigods is extraordinary. But just as the words were blurted out, a huge sound came out of the palace, and a huge stone had broken through the layers of obstacles from the outside world and hit the palace.
The palace swayed and boomed!
A rough voice rang out in the outside world, and a loud voice resounded throughout the Night Elf city.
"Humble bugs, struggle to your heart's content. This is your last revelry, and the fireworks of the apocalypse are about to bloom. ”
"It's Akmund," Rex strode out of the palace, looking towards the place where the sound came from, although the palace swayed, there was not much of a problem, the buildings of the night elves were very solid, but they were not tofu scum projects, this blow could still be withheld.
A tall figure in the distance appeared in Rex's eyes. Under this burly figure, all the thousand words. All of them have become invisible, no matter what kind of plan Rex has just now, what kind of calculations he has, for now, it is too late, and Akmund's figure has already appeared in front of him.
The Ash Messenger was taken out by Rex, holding the hilt of the Ash Messenger tightly, the eternal flame on the Ash Messenger like a machete began to spin, and the surging holy light began to pour into his body in the Ash Messenger, the golden armor and the holy light intertwined, and a suction force appeared, and a large part of the holy light gushing out of the Ash Messenger began to enter the golden armor.
"The enemy has made a move, it's time for us to take it," Rex said in a deep voice.
The place where Rex and the others discussed was not very far from the front line of the war, which is why this place would be attacked, and after walking out of the palace, you could see clearly where the defense line was.
"It's long overdue," the corners of his mouth were raised, his fangs bulged, his face flashed with a hideous look, a pair of eyes looked fiercely at Akmund's burly figure, and with a hard kick under his feet, the whole person rushed out like a cannonball, watching the movements of the orcs, Rex followed immediately.
Holding the staff tightly in her hand, Gianna looked up at the blue sky, the confused look in her eyes disappeared cleanly, her eyes sharpened, a pair of beautiful eyes stared into the distance, she walked a few steps forward, came to the side of Medivan in a black robe, and said softly; "The Prophet's joint spell needs you to preside."
Medivin nodded heavily, expressing understanding, and soon the archmages had reached an agreement.
As spellcasters, mages are naturally different from physical attackers, they can jointly cast spells, gather the magic power of everyone, condense into one, and burst out with great power.
Under the auspices of Medivan, Ronin, Great, Mage, Gianna they have begun to condense the magic.
On the other side, Thrall was similar, the shaman was also a spellcaster, and he was all preparing, while Sylvanas had already drawn his bowstring and launched his own attack.
Arrows one after another, quickly shot out of Sylvanas's hands, war is the most training place, one battle after another, so that Sylvanas grew up quickly, this ranger general, has transformed her accumulation over hundreds of years into strength, breakthrough, in the past two years or so, Sylvanas's strength, has improved significantly, has experienced the Battle of the Wall of Greymane, the recovery of Lordaeron, and the most critical battle of Northrend, and now the strength is already the late stage of the hero.
Arrows buzzed, and one after another shot out, beginning to sweep away the charging demons.
The Burning Legion, with the appearance of Akmund, the demon is no longer a low-level demon guard, but has become a high-level angry guard, the reputation of the high-level angry guard is not small, they are the old members of the Burning Legion, when Sargeras formed the Burning Legion, the first race to be tempted is them, and they can be valued by Sargeras, proving that the high-level anger guards are extraordinary, usually these high-level anger guards are as personal guards, guarding their masters, Now it was only when Akmund went on the offensive that they stepped into the fray.
The sharp arrow pierced the body of the Angry Guard, although the Angry Guardian was elite, but as a late hero Sylvanas, there was no suspense about killing with one blow.
With a frosty face and a cold and arrogant look, Sylvanas's shots continued, and the angry guards, who were already overwhelming, began to hinder their attacks, and one after another arrows, like a life talisman, began to harvest life.
The bright flowers have not yet bloomed, and they have already withered.
The size of the Angry Guardian is very large, he is taller than the Demon Guard, his height has reached about five meters, his thick arms, waving his weapon, every attack, with the evil energy, originally discharged the Minotaur Warriors, intending to block the Angry Guard's attack of the coalition army, but it was a miscalculation, under the attack of the Angry Guard, the position defended by the Minotaur Warriors was torn apart, and the Minotaur Warriors were like children in front of the Angry Guards, and there was not much resistance at all.
The people who watched this scene were frightened to watch.
The Minotaur is not tall, standing in front of humans, obviously a head taller than humans, and the powerful arms are symbolizing strength, but after the Minotaur warrior and the angry guardian stand together, the minotaur warrior is like a kindergarten child.
It was only when Sylvanas and other heroes made a move that they stopped the advance of the Guardians of Wrath.
The strength of the Angry Guardian fully explains why the Burning Legion quickly broke the third line of defense of the coalition after attacking, and the strength of the Angry Guardian is too strong to be regarded as a guard by Akmund.
A tall Wrath Guardian was scarred and one stumbled but fell behind him, a scene that caused the five cooperating Minotaurs to shout and join forces to kill one of the Wrath Guards, no matter how you look at it, it was a joy to behold.
But their joy had just appeared on the twisted face, and behind the Guardian of Fury, a ray of light shot out, enveloping the fallen Guardian of Anger.
This is Shivalra's shot, Shivarla is the sacrifice of the Burning Legion, they are responsible for healing, and the priest and so on, these Hivalra, they are also the senior soldiers of the Burning Legion,
These evil six-handed priestesses were both martial and magical, their healing skills bringing back to life many of the wounded of the Burning Legion who had only one breath left, and their shadow spells that would remain fresh in the memories of many who had been tortured by them for the rest of their lives. These priestesses were very religious, and the purpose of their existence was to spread the will of Sargeras.
After being treated, the Angry Guardian stood up again from the ground, the weapon in his hand, and slashed at an excited Minotaur warrior, flesh and blood, blood splattered everywhere, and the Minotaur warrior had been torn apart by the Angry Guard, and blood flowed all over the ground.
The angry guards who stood up again were extremely brave, and there was no trace of any injuries.
The Eye of Death that appeared in the sky began to oppress like black clouds,
Streams of light shot out from the Eye of Death and began to sweep across the enemies on the ground.
This monster has many eyes and a large mouth full of sharp teeth, and its main means of fighting is the death glow emitted by its eyes. Despite their ugly appearance, these creatures are not inferior in intelligence, and they can even remember people who have hurt them before.
With the appearance of high-level troops, the Burning Legion launched a general attack, and the battle was decided, this was the attitude of Akmund.
The Burning Legion, which has conquered countless worlds, is constantly plundering powerful troops, although the scale of this battle cannot be compared with the battle of antiquity, but that is the number of masters, the number of demigods and powerhouses is not much, but in terms of the elite of the army, there is no possibility of comparison between the ancient times and the present.
Rout, rout, rout, there are angry guards on the ground, followed by Shivalra's treatment, there is the eye of death in the sky, layer by layer of advancement, the coalition forces can't resist it at all, the Burning Legion pours out, rolling in with absolute strength, the coalition forces are not only defeated, but still defeated. (To be continued......)