Chapter 289: The decisive battle is coming! (Supplement)

Rush all the way, fight all the way.

Protected by the Roar of Hell, the Brute finally brought Don safely to the line of the Night Elves of Mount Hyjal. As for the four water elementals that Medivan had planted all the way to guard Old Tang's side, they had already dissipated in the battle against the demon forces that were being pursued repeatedly, and had been reduced to the most basic arcane energy......

When a small group of Night Elf sentinels lifted the weakened Old Tang and Hell Roar off their mounts, Old Tang was in unbearable pain all over his body, and he almost stumbled and fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Quick! Take us ...... Go see ...... High Priest of Tyrande! Fast! ”

Rejecting the Night Elf sentinels' eagerness to help the two of them to the medical point for treatment, the frail old Tang gritted his teeth and endured the pain to give another order.

The urgency of the situation makes it impossible to delay.

Along the way, Old Tang and Hell Roar have already discovered that the pursuers behind them are getting more and more urgent. Illidan, Medivan, and Cenarius, who were holding back Akmund along the way, were between luring and containment, and they had unconsciously chased and retreated not far behind the two.

In other words, the Night Elf defense line will soon face the onslaught of the Burning Legion's demon army and the polluter Akmund!

The final battle has come!

Old Tang's order was categorical and unquestionable. The members of this Night Elf squad looked at each other and did not dare to slack off. After simply casting a few restoring spells to stop the blood flowing from the wounds of the two people, he led the two people who looked like they were in danger of being severely injured and hurried to the command post in the center of the defense line...... Goode! ”

"Grom!"

The commanders and bosses of the other two defense lines had already completed their evacuation with the team, and at this moment, they gathered around Garrod Shadowge, the commander of the coalition forces, anxiously discussing the tasks of the final battle. And when the old Tang and the two stepped into the command post with the support of the night elf sentinels, several sharply slightly anxious eyes focused on the two wounded men in an instant. After a moment of stunnedness, several cries of astonishment and anxiety suddenly sounded in the tent.

"Put him on the ground! Fast! ”

Before the stinging old Tang could recognize the faces in the camp one by one, a tall figure had already appeared beside him with an anxious roar. Seeing the appearance of his beloved nephew who was now seriously injured and dying, the Madhasa * terror totem was anxious and in chaos. Without saying a word, he channeled a huge and soft elemental power, and didn't pour it on Old Tang's body like money, lest there be a slight mistake.

On the other side, Thrall was doing the same, healing his injuries to the scarred Hellroar.

"Auntie, my injuries don't matter, wait a while......" The energy of the elemental power poured into his body, and the healer Lao Tang was severely injured all over his body. But Old Tang stood up with the piercing pain, looked at the thoughtful Supreme Commander of the Coalition Army, Garrod *Yingge, and said in an urgent voice:

"Garrod, leaders...... Get the Coalition warriors ready for battle! ”

"Akmund and the demon army, right behind us!"

"The decisive battle is coming!"

……

Old Tang's words were like a thunderbolt, exploding in the command headquarters.

All the leaders and bigwigs looked at each other and moved!

At this moment, the Kalimdor coalition army, the last of the Kalimdor's resistance, is like a fierce steel chariot, driving every part at full power, bursting out with boundless will to fight and determination and courage in the cauldron, waiting for the final decisive battle!

To live or to die, to honor or to ruin......

It's never a multiple-choice question!

The Burning Legion came faster than Don expected!

Before seeing Akmund's huge, terrifying, suffocating body, the black-pressed enemies flocked to the World Tree like a tide. flocked to the coalition warriors who were waiting for them.

The demons began to roar excitedly, and this would be their last battle. The battle was almost a win in their eyes, and even though all the races of Azeroth were in front of him, the Burning Legion regarded the qiē as an uncaring resistance.

There was not the slightest delay, not the slightest hesitation, not even the slightest invective or intimidation...... The two forces that decide the fate of this world have begun the most brutal and bloody powerful collision from the first moment they meet!

Tyrande, the priestess first shook off her husband's gentle hand, leaped down the hill where the druids guided the spells, and led the elven warriors to the front line of the battle with a decisive will. The light of the starlight and the moon shone on the battlefield, and the bright rays of starlight fell from the sky at the dawn, overwhelming the fear of death. Each of the priestess's arrows would shoot at her enemies with meteoric power, and even the great Hellfire was shot to the ground with the power of the moonlight full of Elune's blessing, and exploded.

The front lines of the battle were gradually dominated by these resolute women, countless graceful figures wielding the Wheel of the Moon to weave among the demons and the undead, and then gracefully landed on the leaping panther and disappeared into the depths of the forest. The elven archers multiplied in strength in the light of the afterglow that had not yet faded, dealing a fatal blow to the high-ranking demons and elite undead, and magically enhanced arrows rained down into the boundless array of demon armies, successfully scattering them in all directions.

Defending the left flank of the line were the human forces led by Gianna and Duke Leorik.

The weakest and bravest race in the world, when they show courage, is no worse than any race! Humans who don't want to die are the most terrible, and this group of warriors has nothing left to lose except their lives.

Humans take revenge on the demons who took their hands with the last of their possession, mages skillfully summon powerful water elementals against burning demons, Cerberus trampled to pieces in front of knights' iron hooves, and hoplites tear through ghouls with their swords...... Everyone repeats the same action, tearing apart or being torn apart by their opponent.

They don't have time to grieve for the dead, and the wheel of revenge never stops once it starts turning.

The dwarven musketeers, under unified command, fired in several volleys, accompanied by the roar of the mortar brigade, and the shells smashed into the seemingly endless military formation of the Burning Legion, tearing apart the bodies of demons and undead in pieces. Brian Copperbeard leads a handful of dwarven warriors into a frenzied torrent of killing, with tall flaming giants falling in pieces in their path.

Magatha and Thrall once again joined hands to spread the glory of belonging to the tribe, and the shamanic priesthood beat the rumbling war drums, guiding the chain of lightning to land overwhelmingly on the heads of the demon army, purifying a qiē of filth and evil, and pushing the entire war to **!

Troll warriors fear the burning flames of demons, but they never flinch. Inspired by the witch doctor, the headhunter threw his javelin at the brutal and ferocious demon. The corpses of their partners reinforce their hatred of their enemies and show the brutality of the battle.

The Blood Elf Ranger and Magus have returned to their homeland after 10,000 years, and the breath of life in the World Tree has restored the identity and home of every soul who had been exiled. The priests prayed with their eyes closed, turning the shield of the light into a shield for every warrior who fought hard. The magisters soared into the sky and rained down on demons and the undead in flames, ice, and thunder under the command of their prince Kael'thas! Wave after wave of magical blows smashed into the necromancer, Ereda Demon who performed necromancer......

Brave and fearless horde legions poured out from the other side, Kane* Bloodhoof, the Sarufar brothers commanded the orc warriors, and the Shuharu warriors roared an impassioned ancient war song to form a three-sided assault on the undead and demons. No amount of shock could make the warriors of the tribe fearful.

Victory or Death!

This is the creed of the tribe!

The hatred and anger of their companion's death soon turned into a powerful outpouring of power on their foes, the massive abomination being slashed off by another orc warrior waving his hands, and the enraged minotaur warrior toppled down a monster twice his size. The javelin of the troll headhunters did not spare the ghouls and cerberus who snatched the corpses......

The bloody and brutal slaughter consumes every living being, whether it is a brutal demon or a brave coalition soldier...... The brutal decisive battle seems to be unfolding in a step-by-step manner. The Night Elf defense line has gradually evolved into a death mill that devours countless flesh and souls!

Until that suffocating roar resounded across the battlefield......

"Fools who don't do enough things, all your efforts will be in vain!"

"No one can stop me from absorbing the power of the World Tree! No one can stop the Burning Legion's flames from engulfing the world! ”

Akmund's terrifying and huge body had already appeared in front of the defensive line, and in front of him, among the thousands of demons and undead, three shaped, scarred, wolf-bèi figures were desperately resisting the advance of this giant who represented death and destruction!

It's just that the resistance seems to be stormy, and it may collapse at any time!

……

Behind the Night Elf defense, the battered Don and Hellroar stared anxiously at the battlefield of the Flesh Mill, staring worriedly at the fierce battle between Medivan, Cenarius, and Illidan and Akmund.

And at this moment, beside the old Tang who was on the ground, suddenly a thunderous version of the roar sounded:

"With the strength of the three of them, they can't resist the polluters at all! Maybe before the Night Elf's spell succeeds, the defense line has already been breached! ”

"No, I'm going to support them!"

After that, the orc god of war Grom* Hell roared and tore off the tightly wrapped bandages on his body, picked up the blood roar and was about to charge!

"Now you, go up to death or add to the chaos?" Seeing Hell's roaring and reckless actions, Old Tang used his only remaining strength to stop the seriously injured orc god of war, and stopped his pace in anger. At the same time, the balance of power between the two sides was frantically calculated in his mind. It's a pity that the conclusion reached made Old Tang extremely frustrated...... Even if all the heroic masters of the coalition army shot together...... There is also no certainty of killing Akmund!

"If you're surrounded by the roar of hell that drinks the blood of demons right now, if I can be stronger...... Maybe be qualified to intervene in this battle......"

Old Tang's mind was unwillingly annoyed. But the next second he said this sentence in his heart, Lao Tang instantly struggled to sit up with a face of ecstasy, and couldn't help shouting loudly:

"Wait......"

"Demon's Blood...... Q