Bebelil did the same, let go of the ladder shield, flashed, and walked forward, only to find that at this moment, he was standing within the walls of the Hell's Roaring Sentry, and it turned out that before he knew it, the combined forces of humans and elves had completely broken the defense line of the orcs!

So easy?

Bebeliel's mind was still stuck in the hard battle with the orcs, and he was at a loss for a while.

Not far away, two human soldiers were surrounding an orc warrior in Pain, and a colleague who had just carried the ladder shield with Bebeliel actually cooperated with a night elf to kill an orc warlock in all directions, and inside the Hellroar Outpost, the original orc base camp has now become a flesh slaughterhouse.

But almost all of them were orc soldiers.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill that orc, he just hurt Chester!"

Up and down the battlefield, there were blood-boiling shouts everywhere, and there were self-confident soldiers roaring, rampage across the battlefield, killing one orc after another. The more cautious soldiers called out to their companions, either in groups of two or three, to scatter the orcs, and then to Europe!

The coalition forces were already twice as numerous as the orcs, and as the battle dragged on, the number of casualties increased, and the gap in combat effectiveness between the two sides grew.

A drop of blood splattered on Bebelil's face, warm and fishy, and a night elf beside him had just cut off the orc's right hand at the wrist, and the orc screamed, his face was pale, his eyes were scattered, and he was full of helplessness and fear.

It wasn't a dream!

Bebelil finally came to his senses, suddenly raised the big knife in his hand, and roared, "Ah! Kill! He joined the ranks of the Siege of Europe.

It turns out that Wai Ou is so cool!

It turns out that killing orcs is so cool!

It turns out that killing orcs who have no power to resist is so cool!

Bebeliel's head was groggy, and he roared involuntarily, and he didn't even know what he was screaming, he just wanted to roar, roar loudly, roar out of his heart, and "brush" the big knife in his hand a few times, and cut the orc before his colleagues.

Destroy the wither!

It's overwhelming!

Bebelil laughed out loud and with red eyes, he turned sharply and rushed towards the other orc.

At the rear of the battlefield, Erica tied the bandage into a beautiful bow, straightened her waist, and said with a soft smile: "Okay, let's go!" ”

The injured person is an acquaintance, Pyne of Stormwind Academy.

"Senior sister, thank you!" Pyne dropped a sentence and rushed to the battlefield ahead, white bows fluttering in the fast-running headwind.

He was in a hurry, if he didn't hurry up, he wouldn't be able to eat a bite of leftovers.

The battle is nearing its end, the orc soldiers have suffered heavy casualties, many of them have been completely crushed, and they are kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, and there are few orcs who are still resisting.

Kill!

Pine struggled to slash out a knife, and this one, for a friend who had been hurt or died.

Kill!

Pine slashed again, this knife, for Princess Eddie.

Kill!

Pyne roared loudly, this knife, for a few scars on his body.

Kill!

Pine's eyes were red, this knife, well, for the Union!

Pyne slashed out one knife after another, slashing over one orc after another, his voice was hoarse, covered in blood, and he didn't know if it was the enemy's or his own, he rushed to kill in a wild way, "brushed" a knife, and cut down another orc, and then rushed forward, and saw a stone wall.

Hey? What is it?

Obsessed with killing, Pyne was a little sluggish and almost crashed into the stone wall, only to stop his body only to find out that he had killed a Hellguard sentry!

"Hey, hey!" Pyne smiled embarrassedly, turned around, and wanted to kill in the other direction, looking around, but he didn't find another orc standing, and some, just a large number of coalition soldiers under the pressure of black!

"We've won?" Pyne was stunned for a moment, hesitating to himself, not knowing whether to ask himself or his companions.

"We've won?" An elven warrior beside him glanced at Pyne, dumbfounded in disbelief.

"We've won?" Pine was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses, laughed, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "We have won!" ”

Countless humans and night elves on the entire battlefield suddenly woke up, finally accepted a reality, hugged each other, hugged each other, and roared with laughter: "We are victorious!" ”

Eddie smiled slightly, letting the soldiers vent their joy of victory, and after a while, he gave a soft order: "The wounded stay, clean up the battlefield, let's move on and rescue Astrana!" ”

"This girl lives up to her reputation!" Lucia smiled and glanced at Add, her eyes full of respect and a hint of curiosity, and she also ordered loudly: "Go ahead and rescue Astrana!" ”

The commander who was left to collect the wounded and clean up the battlefield was Darnell, and Eddie and Lucia were already leading the soldiers without hesitation, ready to go.

The situation in Astrana is not optimistic, and the Hell Outpost was easily captured, which also proves from the side that the orcs concentrated their most elite troops in Astrana, with the intention of breaking through the key points and breaking the surface.

Add sat on his horse, waved his sword in his hand, and commanded loudly, "Go!" ”

After this battle, Eddie's reputation among the coalition forces has increased, and he has become a well-deserved commander.

Erica looked at Princess Eddie from afar, her eyes full of admiration. Effective tactics, decisive offense and defense, even the Night Elves have a lot of trust in her.

Erica saw a conspicuous white bow in the crowd, she knew it was Pyne, who was supposed to be wounded and should have stayed to clean up the battlefield, but was in the middle of the line that continued to move on.

But Erica also revealed that there were too many such minor wounded in the crowd, and everyone had one mind, to go to Astrana, save their compatriots, and kill orcs.

Mavis. Silver Wind looked at the soldiers who were rushing forward with a cold face, his face was full of killing intent, the vanguard suffered heavy losses, more than half of the losses were lost, this was the third time that the soldiers were replenished.

The soldiers of the Dragon's Throat Clan are too strong, they seem to be some masochists, every time they are injured, they don't cry out for pain or retreat, they even use their mouths to suck a mouthful of blood into the wound, and swallow it with a grunt, it seems to be very delicious, and it seems to be an aphrodisiac, and it is not bandaged, with dripping blood, the attack is even wilder.

Herman, who is known for his fierce and belligerent appearance, looked at the cold enemy in the distance, and couldn't help but secretly admire, the night elves are really not covered, brave, good at fighting, and tenacious, if it were other troops, after three serious losses of more than half of the casualties, they would have already lost their morale and even bombed the camp.

But the Night Elves are still fighting hard, as if they put life and death out of the way.