Kalimdor Continent, Firas Region, Hammer of Doom.

The demons of the satyrs were retreating, and had now retreated back to the core of the city they occupied, where their leader, the Wild Transformer Ozn, was entrenched.

However, it shouldn't be a leader now, because the Sartre demons were not very high-spirited, so after the Imperial Army of the Night Empire came to encircle and suppress them, except for a small group of stubborn resistance, most of the rest scattered in a hurry and fled frantically again.

There's no way, don't dare to fight, now the Sartre demons are jointly petitioning, pointing to His Majesty the God Emperor to pardon them, so that they can rejoin the former same society of the Night Elves, then if you openly oppose the imperial army, then this matter will be yellow.

As for the small number of stubborn resistance, that is, because they did too many bad things back then, and when they checked it, the elves would definitely not accept them again, so they broke the jar and resisted to the end.

The Council of Prime Ministers of the Eternal Night has been meeting to discuss the proposal to re-admit the Sartre Demon, and His Majesty the God Emperor is not interested in this matter, so he doesn't bother to pay attention to it.

Now the Prime Minister's Council is facing a big problem, they are busy looking for witnesses from the War of the Ancients, and every demon of Sartre who wants to return to the elves will have to be carefully and comprehensively interrogated and interrogated, and it must be necessary to help the Burning Legion do too many bad things.

Therefore, the satyrs who are waiting for the approval of the imperial court in various parts of the Kalimdor continent are more nervous, and some of the minor offenses will be confessed and lenient, and those that are neither light nor heavy need to be discussed in detail.

The night border guards are steady and steady, advancing steadily step by step, and there will never be an enemy missed where they pass, and some elf soldiers also went up very competently to make up for the corpse a few times, and a few Sartre who pretended to be dead immediately let out a miserable scream, really dead...

A small group of upper-level elven warlocks advanced with the border guards, and they sucked a full amount of soul stones along the way.

These new generation of upper-level elven warlocks taught by the Black Scythe Council have made rapid progress on the path of warlocks because of their innate energy affinity and talent.

Summoning demons like Demon Guards is a piece of cake, and even some Elven Warlocks can summon and control mid-to-high-level demons such as Doom Guardians or Hellfire for a long time.

So the Sartres were unlucky, their own strength was not bad, especially the leader of the wilderness transformer Ozen, who could be regarded as a strong man on one side, but in the face of the crushing of the state apparatus and the siege of the regular army of the imperial court, no matter how strong the personal strength was, it was useless.

In addition, the Cerberus summoned by the warlocks is extremely sensitive to the smell of demons, and some Sartre demons who are good at stealth and stealth cannot escape the precise pursuit of Cerberus.

The Wilderness Transformer Ozien watched his men fall to the ground one by one with great embarrassment, these elven soldiers are so hateful that they don't play melee combat with you at all, they raise their muskets from afar and keep firing volleys.

One or two enchanted bullets, the satyrs can easily block them with their mana shields, but the non-stop volleys of hundreds of people, you are the guardian Merry * Winter Wind, that can't bear it.

Ozon the Wilderness Transformer roared, his hands emitting a dark green glow of evil energy, ready to channel a powerful wind of evil energy... Forehead...

Then he was silenced.

The two tentacles on the backs of a dozen hellhounds were facing him, releasing silence in turns, which was simply bullying.

Then, the group of Cerberus quickly rushed forward, their tentacles clinging to the body of the Wilderness Shapeshifter Ozon, who suddenly felt that his mana and spirit were rapidly withering, and after the mana was sucked dry, his own life force was immediately followed.

The border guards finally drew their swords and rushed forward in the same way, ready to chop this last Sartre leader into meat sauce.

Ozon the Wilderness Transformer is not the protagonist and has no aura, so he can only use brute force and his claws in vain to tear at the maggots like maggots attached to the bones, while struggling to resist the slashes of the elven soldiers and find a way to escape.

At this moment, he felt a wave of pain and extreme weakness in his mind and body at the same time.

Curse of Pain.

Curse of Weakness.

The Warlocks also attacked, and a whole bunch of all sorts of curses were thrown on this Sartre, which was a living Debuff Display.

Here, the border guards are pressing the Sartre demon and beating it, and on the other side of the city, in the Goddock ogre area, at this moment, this group of big fat people is also shot to death by a group of elf girls.

The feathered moon rangers' tricky and precise archery skills kept beckoning to the ogre's neck and head, and this group of rangers was lightly armed, with light and close-fitting leather armor and the only weapon, the longbow, making them extremely agile, and a big fat man like the ogre couldn't even touch the corners of the clothes of this group of rangers.

The new tribal ambassadors who came with the army were running around in a hurry, reminding the elven rangers not to shoot their enemies to death.

"Oh oops, shoot the legs! Shooter! Don't shoot the head and heart! Our new tribe wants to live, not die!"

"Oh, I said you mentally retarded ogres should surrender, don't fight!

The orc brother was full of helplessness, this group of ogres of the Goddock clan simply couldn't get in.

Shantis * Hazuki took Winlessa to the front, and after thinking about it, the archmage Elisander agreed to let Winlessa act with Santis, a powerful ranger general in ancient times, there was no problem in protecting Winlesa.

Nicknamed the Luna Railgun, Shogun Hazuki's famous skill allows her to condense moonlight energy on her arrows through her prayers to the Moon God, and as long as her target is still on the planet Azeroth, then even if you run to the ends of the earth, this energy arrow will continue to run after you until it hits you, which is simply unreasonable.

At this moment, the silver-white longbow in Santis's hand was like a machine gun, and he kept shooting moonlight arrows, and the Godok ogre fat men were shooting everywhere like bullied children.

These Goddock ogres are indeed relatively innocent, since they came to the hammer of doom, they have been in peace, and they have not gone out to harass the nearby towns and caravans on the road, they are just a by-product of the elven army coming to destroy Prince Torcedrin this time, it is completely convenient.

Wen Leisa was watching an ogre dude dancing with great interest.

Clay the Trampler, the ogre who loves to drink and dance in public, now the big fat man has done everything he can to avoid this unwarranted disaster, and then he has succeeded in making the elven ranger girls giggle and no longer point the arrows at him.

It's dangerous, it's dangerous... has a skill, and it can really save his life at a critical moment. . .

"Wen Leisa, don't look at it, come here, and keep walking. ”

Santis shot down the last Goddock brute in front of him who tried to escape, and turned to wave at Winresa.

At this moment, the big fat man was clutching his thighs, rolling on the ground in pain, and the ambassador of the new tribe was trying to reassure him.

"Surrender, give up resistance, the latest policy of the tribe, quickly settle down and become naturalized, come and send a wild boar breeding farm, brother to understand. ”

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