Andy looked at his panel, adding 0.2 to the attribute value, and couldn't help muttering: "Can you still get extra points for killing an orc?" ”

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"Didn't you say that only the items of this world can add attributes to me?" Andy wondered.

"Hey...... "If the Warcraft Elf had a substance, then he should have fainted by now, "That orc is dead, you know!" If you kill him, he will be a corpse, and the corpse will also be attributed to the objects of this world! Not only orcs, but the corpses of all creatures in this world, as long as they have attributes, can give you superimposed attributes! ”

Andy made a look of sudden realization, and his men kept going, and the sharp arrows flew out one after another. Andy stood behind the elven army, specifically picking out those slow-moving orcs, basically two or three arrows can get an orc. Although shooting an orc warrior only adds 0.2 attributes to yourself, mosquito legs are also meat!

The shield soldiers in front of the orcs ran quickly, quickly approaching the forward melee troops of the elves, and the starting officer of the archers did not dare to give orders anymore, they were too close to the phalanx of their own camp to be suitable for projectiles.

The tall orcs, shields raised, roared and rushed into the elven position, quickly tangled with the warriors. The ogre, which is more than three meters tall, is even more unscrupulous, with long arms and legs sweeping back and forth, and the elven warriors who collide are either dead or injured.

"Flat fire, free fire!" The archer's commander shouted, and hundreds of arrows burrowed into the oncoming orc warriors like locusts.

Andy also retreated from behind the elven warriors to the phalanx of archers, he was just a guy who could only use bows and arrows, and he didn't want to die too quickly. When he retreated, his hands were not idle, and one by one sharp arrows reaped the lives of those hapless orcs. He retreated to the archers because he didn't have enough arrows, and there were bundles of arrows on the side of the phalanx.

After the troops of the two races met, Aishara Beach quickly turned into a quagmire like a meat grinder, with stumps and severed arms all over the sky, and the dark red blood of the orcs and the slightly purple blood of the elves sprayed each other, shouting for a while.

Tyrande stood beside Andona and watched the battlefield, several of Andona's men had already rushed forward with their warriors, and only Andona's own escort brigade and archers were left in the rear. Tyrande's face was not good-looking, although the number of elven troops was superior, but it was not an advantage on the field. Orcs with an average height of more than two meters, with knotted muscles on their bodies, only wearing simple leather armor, and some even bare their upper bodies, their bodies full of explosive power show the fierceness of the orcs.

An orc warrior holding a large shield is rushing left and right, the shield in both hands is completely in the shape of a beast's head, and there are two long fangs sticking out of the beast's mouth, which is very sharp! It slammed to the left, its fangs piercing the body of an elven warrior before rising high into the air. The blood spurted out by the elven warrior drenched his head and face, and directly stimulated its ferocity to the extreme.

Andy aimed at him, and the arrow, glowing green, pierced the orc's throat and ended his madness, which was none other than Andy's most commonly used "serpent stinger".

Andona also frowned, his gloomy face showed that he was very dissatisfied now, his elven warriors were carefully selected from all the elf troops, whether it was martial arts or physique, they were all first-class, how could they be so vulnerable! What he didn't consider was that although his warriors were all elite, the elves who had been at peace for too long, these warriors had never seen a war scene at all!

How to become a powerful warrior for a soldier who has never seen blood!

The orc warriors and the ogres added to the fight, and soon the form on the beach became one-sided.

"This won't work!" Tyrande said, "The loss is too great for us to afford such consumption." ”

Andona didn't know this, but what could he do! He glanced at Tyrande next to him, and sighed helplessly, the elven warriors in front of him had begun to faintly retreat. With a wave of his hand, the pro-soldier escort of the brigade behind him shouted and drew his weapon and rushed forward. The muscles of the old general's face twitched slightly, if it still doesn't work, I'm afraid that my old bones should also go up!

Tyrande reached out, and the owl landed on her arm. Tyrande whispered, and a cold light sprinkled on the owl, and in an instant, the owl flapped its wings into the sky, and suddenly turned into a giant bird with a wingspan of more than two meters, hissing and rushing down the orc troops below.

Andy peeked over here, good fellow, it looks like Tyrande is going to fight hard!

Tyrande put his bow behind his back, crossed his hands over his chest, and bowed his head and silently chanted something. At first, it was a very soft sound, but after a while, it gradually became louder, and finally it was resounding over the entire beach.

There was a sudden breeze on the beach, but in the blink of an eye, the wind was so strong that everyone couldn't open their eyes in an instant.

"What's going on!" Orgrim roared, seeing that his warriors had suppressed the enemy, why was there a strong wind at this time?

"Chief, this seems to be the other party's spell!" One of Orgrim's lieutenants, watching the wind rush to Orgrim's side, yelled.

Orgrim stomped his foot, and was about to turn around and tell his shamans to hurry up and stop the gale. Before he had run a few steps, above the sea behind him, a huge pillar of white light, mixed with a little golden light, plunged straight into the sea.

The ships on the orc sea, shrouded or swept by the pillars of light, were all torn apart and scattered on the surface of the sea, turning into pieces of wood chips. Orgrimmar stared at everything on the surface of the sea in astonishment, forgetting what he was going to do. After the pillar of light was still for a few seconds, it seemed to turn into a big stick stirring the seawater, and a huge water dragon continued to climb along the pillar of light, reaching into the sky!

"What kind of spell is this!" Orgrim muttered, but no one answered him, and everyone stared blankly at what was happening on the sea.

The water dragon rose to the limit of its height, and the pillar of light suddenly withdrew all his strength, and the water dragon quickly smashed back into the sea, and a huge wave more than ten meters high flowed, quickly surging towards the beach, and rushed towards the orc army with a overwhelming momentum. At the same time, Tyrande's arms were already open, his eyes were full of gray mist, and the beads of sweat on his forehead fell to the ground in large pieces.

Andy watched all of this as well, squinting at Tyrande. Mom, this is really desperate, such a big formation!

Orgrimmar came to his senses in an instant and shouted at the back, "Go and ask the shamans!" ”

The shaman after the army still used him to say that he had already separated the two to continue to control the ogre, and the remaining dozen or so shamans turned around together and chanted incantations. The waves rose higher and higher, and they had already stepped onto the beach, and the orcs dragged behind by the orc legion had already screamed and were swallowed by the waves. The orc shamans danced and chanted incantations aloud, and the sand in front of them began to bulge, and finally a high wall of sand was built to keep the waves out before they washed up. The waves are still rising, and the sand wall is also glowing with a misty yellow, rising inch by inch.

This is a life-and-death duel between the mana of two races, and Tyrande alone will fight against ten shamans against the enemy!

Tyrande's sweat was pouring more and more, and the shaman over there was not feeling well, and the faces of the ten people were flushed, and two of them were weaker, and they had begun to spurt blood. The two shamans controlling the ogre glanced at each other and followed the fluctuations of mana to find Tyrande's location, and one of the shamans shouted, "Destroy everything, Thunder and Lightning!" The remaining shaman raised his hand with him, and in an instant it formed a swirling cloud above Tyrande's head.

A flash of lightning flashed through the dark clouds, and then a thicker and larger lightning bolt struck at the top of Tyrande's head!

"Be careful!" When Andy found out, it was too late, the thunder and lightning had already been completed, and he was too far away to be rescued.

The thunder and lightning came in a blink of an eye, and there was a violent flash, Andy opened his mouth wide and ignored the dazzling electric light, looking at the place where the thunder and lightning hit, and an indescribable taste permeated his heart. Hilal was already crying, no one could have imagined that Tyrande would be attacked when he cast a spell.

After the strong light, the lightning continued, and the thunder light that had been pressed down was gradually lifted. Andona, the elven general who had been standing by Tyrande's side, grabbed a large shield in desperation and blocked the fatal blow for Tyrande.

Andy quickly ran over, dragging the giant shield with both hands, and Andona fell to the ground in an instant, gasping for air. His hair was burnt and smelled of mush, and his hands were covered in blood, and he couldn't stop shaking.

Tyrande suddenly came to his senses and stopped casting. The huge waves, which had risen to a height of thirty or forty meters, lost the support of their strength, and the sea water was thrown down from the sky and flowed down the beach back into the sea. The huge earthen wall also collapsed, and in an instant the sand flew all over the sky, and six of the shamans who had cast a spell had already fallen to the ground, each of them with a dead face and fainted with blood spitting from his mouth.

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Tyrande's mouth, and he glanced at Andona, who was slumped on the ground, his eyes full of apologies. In the end, he helplessly wanted the herald to say: "Blow the trumpet, let's retreat!" ”

The horn sounded, and the surviving elven warriors, under the cover of the wind and the archers that had not yet dispersed, supported each other in the direction of the gray valley, and retreated. Tyrande looked at the retreating elven warriors with various expressions on his face, some unwilling, some angry, and some relieved!

Orgrim glanced at the retreating elves through the wall of wind, he didn't order the pursuit to continue, he wanted to keep more tribal fire for himself. Since the other party has retreated, then let them be, after all, they are just looking for the pure land of their own survival.

Andy retreats and glances at Orgrim on the beach, who sees him too, and Orgrim finds that someone has commented on him, a guy with slender ears, and he raises the Hammer of Doom in his hand, and all the tribal warriors behind him roar to declare victory in his war!