The prophet Medivan deserves the resounding name of the Guardian of Azeroth.

Sometimes, some things that are essentially stored in zài cannot be concealed, such as temperament, if you usually watch Medivan, he will go to a wandering mage who has been curbed and unkempt, which will always make people inadvertently think of the charlatan who tells fortunes on the flyover, but in this kind of illustrious scene of confrontation, his existence is suddenly revealed.

This era is an impetuous and shallow one.

For example, women. Most of the people who dress up and show off their branches are those who are not beautiful but think they are beautiful. Real beauties don't dress up, mountains are mountains and rivers are water, and you don't need heavy makeup to wipe Napa is a simple cloth robe and linen, which is also a kind of natural national color.

The same goes for magicians.

The vast majority of those who put on a show are some people who think they are even greater than the Great Magus, but in fact they are waste wood that cannot be used or inferior. And most of the real Great Magisters are very humble, they have a bird's-eye view of all living beings, and they are already a spectrum in themselves, so why bother to put it again?

It's like Medivan.

With a stern reprimand, the originally tense atmosphere in the field because of the confrontation with each other calmed down in an instant. Including Lao Tang, who provoked the dispute, and Malfurion, who was squeezed and couldn't get off the stage, also closed their mouths and looked at each other coldly.

As the last Guardian, Medivan's strength rivals that of any demigod. In the world of Azeroth, where strength reigned, the Prophet Medivan rivaled the prestige of the fallen Jungle King Cenarius. What's more, with the establishment of the Kalimdor Alliance, Medivan has indelible merits, and all the races in the pan-continent owe this prophet a great favor.

With his words, even the old Tang who was secretly stabbing the night elves and applying eye medicine must give face.

In the face of such a Taishan Beidou equivalent to the level of "East Evil, West Poison, Southern Emperor, and Northern Beggar", Lao Tang, a "late learner", can only temporarily give up his small abacus of pit alliance in his heart......

According to what Lao Tang said in his previous life, perhaps this is the so-called "status of the rivers and lakes...... Ladies and gentlemen, the remnants of the Burning Legion are still hundreds of thousands of defeated generals. At this time, there is infighting. In the end, it will only be all the creatures of Azeroth who will suffer! ”

The calculation in Old Tang's heart was nothing to hide in front of this wise man who didn't know how long he had lived and had already understood human feelings. Glancing at the people present, Medivan glared at Lao Tang, who was one of the initiators, unconsciously, and reprimanded in an unkind tone.

"I would like to remind you that once these hundreds of thousands of demon armies escape from Mount Haijal and wander around, it will undoubtedly be even more difficult to exterminate them!"

With a sigh of relief, Medivan added with a grim expression:

"And once these hundreds of thousands of demons are relieved, regain their footing, and even take a foothold in Kalimdor, there will be little hope of destroying these demons...... This will be a nightmare for all the creatures of Azeroth! ”

"Until then. Any race that alone faces hundreds of thousands of powerful demons will swallow the bitter fruit of defeat and even destruction! ”

Looking at everyone's contemplative appearance and the slightly relaxed situation in the field, Medivan, who was solemn, finally breathed a long sigh of relief, and said in a serious voice: "The top priority now is to completely wipe out this remnant enemy in Mt. Hyjal and prevent them from continuing to flow outward. Coalition...... It's not time to disband yet! ”

Medivan's words were like an enlightenment, which shocked everyone present.

It's not that the people present can't see through the current situation, and everyone who can become the leader of a clan and a big man, no matter who they are, will not give it in vain. And the reason for this is that there are signs of a break between the coalition forces, and a situation of confrontation between them has emerged. It's just the result of hatred, dislike, and interests between each other. In addition, because of Illidan's problem, everyone rushed to talk together, and they couldn't get off the stage for a while...... If you really want to fight with each other now, it is absolutely impossible!

After all, if things are as the prophet said, then all the races that have settled in Kalimdor are indeed in danger, and no leader will joke with the fate of his race. The pit that Old Tang secretly dug for the alliance is also under this premise.

That's hundreds of thousands of high-level and high-level demons who can fight!

Each of them is taken out individually. The strength of the owner is not inferior to that of a veteran of a hundred battles! The population of the Minotaur clan is only more than a million people, and the regular troops that the entire race can draw and the warriors of the vassal clan are only a little over 100,000!

The current rout of the demon army is only due to the fall of Akmund, the demon leader who is almost invincible in the Burning Legion, and it is not the same as the fact that these hundreds of thousands of demon armies are a rabble......

Old Tang silently calculated in his heart, if he really let the Shuharu clan face this huge demon army alone. The result...... Old Tang shuddered just thinking about it!

Kalimdor is the base camp of the future tribe after all, and the tribal iron triangle, which is the backbone of the tribe, is finally settled on this land. At all costs...... There is no room for error!

Compared with this major premise, whether it is giving the alliance eye medicine, stabbing the knife, or whitewashing, and co-opting the general problem, it must be temporarily put aside......

Thinking of these joints, Old Tang immediately made a decision.

Turning to look at the thin and haggard Medivan on the side, Old Tang said in a respectful tone, "Your Excellency the Prophet." Goode, I have one more thing to ask for...... I hope that after the chase is completely over, I can bother you to go to Mogaolei, and I will sweep the couch to greet you! ”

After seeing Medivan nodding in agreement, Old Tang took a big step forward, lowering his head and looking down at Malfurion in front of him. Although he made up his mind to stop fighting, Old Tang refused to give an inch. Deliberately putting on an arrogant and unquestionable appearance, Old Tang said word by word:

"The argument ends here, I still have to lead the dragon wrestling army to chase down the remnants of the enemy, and I don't have time to rub in with you the Great Druid!"

"But I'll leave it here...... I'm in charge of Lord Illidan's business! If there are still people who don't want to interfere, you can give it a try! Take a look at the accolades and prestige of our Shuharu warriors as 'the strongest on land', whether it is an exaggeration! ”

After Old Tang put down his cruel words, he didn't care about Malfurion's iron-blue face, stepped onto the side and didn't even dare to breathe, and turned around and left. At the same time, I didn't forget to disgust Malfurion's 10,000-year-old death house at the end:

"Lord Illidan, let's go!"

"Since Kadore can't tolerate you, we are waiting for Shuharu!"

"I'd like to see who else dares to chirp...... To the southeast of Mount Hyjal, in front of the cave path that connects Seamount to Winterspring Valley's Whispering Canyon, a massacre is taking place!

The side holding the butcher's knife was led by Lao Tang himself, a division of the Dragon Wrestling Legion and the Magister Legion of the Blood Elves, as well as several hero-level masters who came to support. And it was the defeated Burning Legion demons and the undead who were slaughtered......

From the start of the Hyjal Holy War to the fall of Akmund, it was only two days. On the contrary, it pursued and annihilated the defeated demon army, but it consumed a lot of time and energy of all the clans of the coalition army.

With hundreds of thousands of demonic routs still unslayed, the Kalimdor coalition that emerged in response to the needs of the context did not fall apart after the fall of Akmund. But even so. Because of various reasons, the various races in the coalition are still separated from each other after all, and they are no longer united at the beginning.

And when the headquarters of the coalition army has completely become a nominal decoration, on the issue of clearing out the remnants of the demon army, it has evolved from the initial cooperation between each other's arms to the current division of their respective jurisdictions and fixed-point clearance. The major races, which had evolved into a rough rudimentary form of the Alliance Tribes, began to operate on their own within the framework of a closer alliance of small alliances.

Now, time has fallen to Akmund under the wrath of nature. More than half a month has passed.

After more than a dozen large and small pursuit battles were fought one after another, the group of demon troops in front of them was already the last recalcitrant elements in the old Tang jurisdiction.

……

Panda Brewmaster Storm Spirit* Chen was the first to rush into the demon army on the opposite side with a round wine barrel in one hand and an unusually tough bamboo cane in the other. He poured a sip of spirits, and opened his mouth in front of him to see a "wine cloud burning body flame", four or five elite undead blocking his way. When the time came, he became a burning man covered in flames, and his nose and eyes were full of wine-scented flames from these orifices, and he let out a hysterical howl, screaming and jumping and running wildly, and finally fell to his knees and burned to ashes.

Behind him. Beastmaster Lexa and Old Tang also followed, each showing their magical powers and setting off a bloody storm among the demon's troops.

Following a few hero-level masters, there were less than 10,000 Shuharu warriors who rushed into the demon army formation, and they were slightly weak in the face of the demon army with 30,000 or 40,000 troops. But the people involved in this encirclement and suppression battle all belong to the veteran team of the Dragon Wrestling Legion, and they also have strong foreign aid like the Magister Legion, so it is no problem to deal with a group of demons who are panicked like lost dogs.

In addition to the heavy Kodo Beast Cavalry cavalry, which was dispatched by the old Tang to support the Bloodhoof Guards under the command of Kane * Bloodhoof, the other units of the Dragon Wrestling Legion all appeared today, including nearly 3,000 Harpy bombardment troops. In the face of the demon forces that have lost air supremacy, they have already hovered on the battlefield with great might.

Each member of the "Bombardment Force" was equipped with high-explosive bombs produced by Ratchet City, and the harpies scattered the rationed ammunition like rain in the most densely populated area of the demon army, and in the continuous "boom" explosions, the Burning Legion, a fierce and powerful force in the vast universe, blew up one person on his back.

Several demon commanders on the battlefield have already been targeted by the elven rangers and minotaur hunters who are ready to attack on both sides. The demon army, which was already scattered, lost its restraint and command. Completely in chaos. There were demons and undead scurrying around, without coordination, without orders, like a swarm of flies and cockroaches without heads.

The warriors of the Dragon Wrestling Legion also dispersed with a bang, destroying the small ones with small units, and no one liked this kind of melee more than the bizarre Minotaur warriors with over-long and overweight weapons and a large attack radius.

There were two high-level demon forces, and they were guarding the dozen or so Eredar wizards and necromancers in the middle of the formation.

These high-ranking demons, who were large enough to rival the burly minotaur warriors, built a barrier under a small hill with a huge shield and an evil iron spear more than two meters long that they had scavenged from that plane, and backed the rocks in the hope of blocking the attack of the minotaur army and delaying the time to gather more remnants.

The pursuit and annihilation battle has lasted for more than half a month, and any large force of demon forces has been scattered or even wiped out by the fierce coalition forces, but there are still countless small groups of remnants of the enemy who have escaped the pursuit and encirclement of the coalition forces. As long as they can absorb some small forces and then find time to integrate, the demon forces in front of them may not be able to turn the tide of the battle in one fell swoop. Break through the interception line laid by Lao Tang and escape to heaven.

The idea is not bad, but the battle array composed of giant shields and spear forests was only blasted to the ground by Lao Tang with thousands of Minotaur warriors, and there were a pile of wooden planks and a pile of mutilated corpses left on the ground, and the fine iron spears shot out by the five bed crossbows were still embedded in the stone wall behind the demon army array after they pierced the bodies of several high-level demons, buzzing and trembling, throwing out hideous blood beads......

Demon Hunter Illidan also has his sights set on this stubborn demon.

Guarded by several minotaur warriors beside him, Egg always thrust the blade of Aesinos into the earth beneath his feet, pointed at the demons, and muttered a spell in an obscure and evil demonic language.

Around the throats of several demon guards in the front row of the Burning Legion. Black energy keeps swirling. The demons laid down their weapons and shields and tried to tear the ring, but before they could do so, their bodies began to burn from their necks, through flesh and bones...... Eventually, every target targeted by Illidan's terrifying spells was turned into a spontaneously combusting torch!

The elven prince, who commands the Magister Legion and rains hail and storm in the Demon Army, is not to be outdone.

The emerald green eyes locked on the Ereda wizard who was guarded by high-level demons and kept guiding spells to fight back. When the demonic wizard unleashed the black spell again, Kael'thas decisively seized the fighter and countered it with a spell using the arcane element of his arm. He reacted the evil energy channeled by the demon to Wizard Ereda.

The demon wizard was dumbfounded, and his skin slid down like this. He let out a beastly cry and turned his eyes to Kael'thas for it.

It was the last action of the demon wizard, and his mouth continued to open wide because there was nothing to support his jawbone. The elemental backlash devoured his flesh in an instant, and at that moment, the body that was no longer fleshless stood there—and then the skeleton that remained there was spread out on the ground, and finally disappeared into the surging ranks of high-level demons......

Before the other Eredar wizards and necromancers could recover from their shock. The old Tang in front of him had already led the legion warriors who wrestled with the dragon and another dragon wagged its tail, and with a bang, the wave broke through the ditch, leaving a mutilated corpse in the demon's array.

This time it was still a hard match, and the sparse Evil Iron Spear was no match for the thickened steel heavy armor of the Minotaur warriors, and many demons were knocked out far away by the high-speed Shuharu warriors. Before he could hit the ground, he was shot into a sieve by a javelin and sharp arrows, and pierced himself into the hillock behind him

The heavy footsteps of the minotaur warriors crushed the bodies of some wounded demons, like rhinoceros ravaging tomato fields, crackling and popping, and a few Eredar wizards and undead acolytes fled in a hurry, only to find themselves surrounded in the middle by a horrified group, wandering around. There is no way to escape other than to make a hole in the ground or grow a pair of wings.

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A battle to hunt down the remnants of the enemy soon came to an end.

This demon army, with a strength of twenty or thirty thousand, did not make the slightest wave under the wanton bombardment of the Magister Legion and the encirclement and suppression of the Dragon Wrestling Legion in the open space.

In addition to the thousands who were deliberately captured alive by the warriors, they were left as recruits to train high-level demons. The last defeated demon army in the jurisdiction under the jurisdiction of Old Tang was also completely wiped out.

When Old Tang, who was holding a cigar in his mouth and holding a double hammer and wearing heavy armor, stood majestically in front of the thousands of demon captives bound into a row with black horns, capes, and tonnage, Old Tang's heart was full of the pleasure of a victor.

Looking at the thousands of demon captives in front of him with angry faces and evil and hideous eyes, Old Tang grinned and snapped his fingers violently, and said in a casual tone:

"It's been a long time since I've played with a gun, who's going to help me try my feelings?"

Black Horn and Tonnage, the two guards who were obedient to Old Tang's words, stood up and smiled, and each stepped forward to grasp the ankle of an Ereda wizard and held it upside down, causing the two chosen unlucky demons to scream in shock.

Old Tang took out the tenacious guard musket that had been sealed for a long time from his waist, poured it into the chamber, checked it, shook his hand, and loaded it with a "click". Holding the spear halfway to the side, he nodded to the two strong men of the minotaur.

The black horn immediately understood, and spun in place like a chain ball, until the ground under his feet was twisted into a deep depression by the big footboard, and then he was thrown into the air. With a barrage of screams, Wizard Ereda danced into the sky like a comet.

There was a "bang" on the ground, and the demonic wizard was like a bird with broken wings, and the head that resembled a Draenei exploded into a pool of blood. The mutilated body fell straight to the ground, and fell into a puddle of mud.

Old Don took a hard puff of his cigar. Again, put on the good silver projectiles. He straightened his back and folded his body, squinting his eyes and waving at the other guard tonnage who was carrying an Eredar wizard.

There was another explosion, and there was another tattered ball of flesh on the ground, which fell and rolled, and after it was still, its hands and feet twitched slightly.

I have to say that the sequelae of the demon's blood really exists. Even Old Tang himself found that his temperament seemed to have a tendency to become more tyrannical. Just like now, although Lao Tang is unambiguous about the previous murder and prestige, he will definitely not play a game of torture and killing like today. Of course. If the target of the torture is a centaur, then it is a different matter......

He shook his head slightly, leaving behind the hidden worries about demonic blood in his mind. The problem of the aftermath of demon's blood does need to be solved urgently, but not now.

Now, Lao Tang's task is to bring this drama to life.

At this moment, the old Tang who had completed this torture had already narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gloomy and hideous gaze swept around the demon captives in front of him, and at this moment, the old Tang was even more demonic than the demon! But the demon who is in front of Old Tang. Regardless of their racial identity, they all lowered their heads in panic, lest they would be used by Old Tang to open the knife.

"Demon mongrels, listen to me!"

Looking at the expressions of the demon captives with satisfaction, the corners of Old Tang's mouth curled slightly, and his tone was disdainful and cold:

"The reason why you were able to leave your rotten life behind is to squat here completely. Not because I am merciful or weak! It's that you still use a little bit of use for me! ”

"But if anyone is restless in his heart and tries to give me some kind of moth, I guarantee that your end will be a hundred times worse than those two maggots just now!"

The wicked are grinded by the wicked!

Old Tang's cruel gun test move, even if it can't completely deter these demonic scum who are crazy and tyrannical by nature, can still make them clearly recognize the reality of today!

They are no longer the Burning Legion that roam the universe, but a group of lowly captives who have no right to speak!

Their lives have all been in the hands of this group of strong men. The slightest misfortune awaits them, and what awaits them will be a life.......

Looking at the demons in front of them, they were silent. There is no longer the crazy and rampant scene of the past, and Old Tang sneered in his heart. After a long time, he turned to the elven prince who was watching this scene with great interest:

"Kaizi, trouble the Magus to open a portal to the Team Fortress. I'm going to have these scum escorted back! ”

The elven prince nodded happily, and after a moment of silence, he showed a smile and said to Old Tang:

"Don't let all of your brawny men play to death...... Leave me a hundred and ten. My people. I'm afraid I'll be interested in studying these creatures in the Twisted Void. ”

The elven prince's words made Old Tang stunned slightly, and then accepted it in an instant.

One hundred or ten recruits less "sparring" is harmless for the Dragon Wrestling Legion. But these one hundred and ten demons were sent to the blood elves for study, who knows if they will let the warlock professionals of the blood elf clan be born in advance?

The increased strength of the allies is also a good thing for the Shuharu.

Thinking of this, Old Tang naturally pushed the boat down the river.

And when Old Tang was thinking in his heart, whether to ask the elven prince in the future to ask for a group of warlock troops to be incorporated into the Dragon Wrestling Legion to supplement and enrich the tactics of the legion, the egg boss, who had been silent, came to Old Tang and Kael'thas side, hesitated for a moment and said:

"Goode, Kael'thas ...... I'm here to say goodbye to you both! ”

(Volume III: Twilight of the Gods, End) Q