More than 4,000 Mammoth Iron Knights and more than 500 Griffin Magic Regiments were arrayed in a charging formation, the knights were shining in armor, and the sharp blades were cold in the sun.

Life is a spear soldier and death is the soul of a spear, honor is my body! Kill! With the order of the captain Andrew, the Iron Cavalry of the Warcraft Knights is dispatched!

This torrent of steel is fierce and fierce to hit the tide of demonic beasts, and the fastest wind demon wolves first contact with the knights, these demon wolves who are good at team combat, are vulnerable under the fierce impact of the knights, or are split in half and their internal organs flow to the ground, or they are picked up in the air and penetrate, like roast chickens on a barbecue grill;

The Azure Snake mixed in the group of monsters wanted to secretly attack the Knights, but even the mammoth was fully armed with steel armor, so he could only rely on the snake body to sweep the knights down, and finally was chopped into several pieces by the knights with sharp knives, well, tonight is suitable for boiling snake soup!

The murderous Mammoth Knights combined with the Griffin Magic Regiment in the air cleanly chiseled through the classic tactics of the tide of Warcraft in front. They rushed to the side of the many soldiers led by Long Tianyou, and then rushed back with everyone in their arms.

Although Long Tianyou rushed forward desperately, the pressure of the monster tide from all directions was too great, and considering the safety of the tired soldiers, he had to slow down, and the soldiers followed the footsteps of the young man and gritted their teeth to support him, and no one refused to ask for help for fear of dragging others down, even if he fell down from exhaustion, he was silent until he died!

The soldiers of the Order witnessed the tragic sacrifice of these brothers, and for these men who bravely killed the enemy and survived a hundred battles, the soldiers of the Order admired them from the bottom of their hearts, since they had survived until the moment of the arrival of the Order.

Then, brothers, your safety is assured to us! Knight Commander Andrew said so, and did the same, and the Knight Commander escorted Long Tian to bless them, and rushed out of the encirclement of the Demon Beast tide safe and sound.

Long Tianyou felt that his combat strength had not decreased, and he still wanted to continue to stay and help kill the enemy, but the captain Andrew decisively refused: "The general ordered me to save you, and now I am fortunate not to be dishonored, if I put my brothers in danger again, let the face of our knights be put there."

"You've done enough, we'll take care of the rest," Captain Andrew waved his hand and asked his men to send the young man away.

"The next battlefield belongs to the war of the Knights, brothers, are you afraid" Captain Andrew shouted with a sword.

"Commander, we're not afraid, kill it!"

"Kill all the brutes and avenge your brothers!" the knights roared in response.

If the battle situation of the entire battlefield is analyzed in detail, it can be clearly divided into two parts, on the one hand is the orderly evacuation of the war spear soldiers, most of them are wounded, more than 100,000 soldiers are now only half of the soldiers are evacuating, and the rest are sleeping on the battlefield forever, which shows the tragic situation of the battle.

On the other side is the clenched Warcraft Legion, they are black and pressing, from the low-level to the high-level, there are probably millions of Warcraft rushing out, and there are more Warcraft Legions are pulsing out from the Warcraft Mountain endlessly, the number is unknown.

There was a clear dividing line in the middle, and the soldiers of the Warcraft Knights were like a stubborn stone, blocking in the middle of the surging torrent of Warcraft.

The muffled sound of the 'porphyr' knife entering the flesh was one by one, and the blade forged by the cold iron of ten thousand years was as sharp as ever, and there were broken pieces of demonic beasts everywhere, charging again and again to trample the flesh and blood on the ground into flesh.

The soldiers of the Knights are like ruthless machines, chopping and picking, and the soldiers harvest the monsters in front of them simply and efficiently.

Half an hour passed, and some people were trampled to death by falling into the herd of monsters, and two hours passed, and some people were dragged down by the crazy tide of monsters, and their mounts were gone. The soldiers of the Order, with their strong and unyielding bodies, never retreated half a step, buying precious time for the rear to retreat.

Baird was originally a very ordinary soldier of the Warspear Legion, but he was fortunate enough to stand out from the many soldiers of the Warspear Legion and become a member of the glorious Warcraft Knights. For this cover mission, he strictly carried out the orders of his superiors, and in the nearly three-hour battle of the charge, he killed a total of one hundred and six demonic beasts from the first low-level to the fifth-level high-level, and he was very proud of it.

If you can survive this battle, the accumulated military merit value can probably buy a sixth-level high-level arcane martial arts cheatbook, and Baird is distressed about the strength that has not been improved for a long time.

Baird blinked, the blood from his helmet was stained with salty sweat, and the slight stinging of his eyes affected his vision a little. Baird stretched out his hand to wipe away the water, and when he opened his eyes, he was horrified to find a boulder the size of a small mountain, and Tarzan smashed on the ground.

There was nothing Baird could do, the area of the boulder was too large to escape with Ben at the current speed of his mount. He thought that the Huadiao wine he had secretly hidden the night before had not been drunk, and he felt a little sorry in his heart.

Boom, Baird watched as he was stoned to death, along with more than thirty soldiers of the Knights of Warcraft.

This was just the beginning of the disaster, and then from the distance in the air roared large and small boulders, one after another, and for a time the rain of stones that covered the sky fell from the sky.

The ninth-level Demonic Beast Ironback Bear King Great Lord made a move, and it didn't make a move when it attacked the city, but after the city was broken, it was found that there were still little ants that dared to block its attack, which made it feel that its dignity was provoked.

Maybe it was impatient, but it struck out, unleashing earth-based magic with its people to create boulders, and then using brute force to smash the boulders at the Knights.

The griffon mages in the air tried to use their magic to smash the boulders, but the boulders were too big and there were too few magicians. So much so that their magic hit the boulders, and they could only knock the giants off a bit, in fact, so much stone rain didn't help.

Captain Andrew hurriedly shouted: "Close, defend the formation." The soldiers, who were fighting to the point of madness, quickly gathered into a tight circle.

The boulder made a seeping whistling sound in the air, and the powerful feeling of oppression made the scalp tingle.

The head of the regiment, Andrew, shouted: "Brothers, are you afraid of death!"

"I'm afraid!"

"Then you don't regret staying!"

"No regrets! We will still be brothers in the next life!" The soldiers shouted loudly: "Life is a spear soldier, death is the soul of a spear, honor is my body!" The tragic voice resounded throughout the battlefield.

An air raid is coming!

The soldiers shouted in unison, and slashed at the falling rocks with the brute force of eating meat, and for a while, the crisp sound of 'boom, boom, boom' poured into the ears, and the earth shook and the dust flew all over the sky.

This attack lasted for ten minutes, and when the dust settled, the regiment leader Andrew found that there were more than 4,000 Knights of the Warriors, except for the hundreds of people who died in the battle in the middle, most of the remaining soldiers were smashed into meat sauce, and only a few hundred soldiers of the Knights of the Warriors survived under the protection of some commanders who had reached the seventh order.

Whether it was the indiscriminate attacks of Warcraft or humans, it also gave the soldiers of the Order a chance to breathe. Maybe in the eyes of the Great Lord of the Ironback Bear King, he just pinched some nasty little ants to death, as for the accidental injury or something, does it have anything to do with it?

"Retreat, all retreat!" "Captain Andrew, as an eighth-order arcane martial arts master, the soldiers gathered around him were also the least injured, and the other surviving soldiers were more or less shocked, and their combat power was greatly reduced, but fortunately, the griffin magic group in the air dodged in time, and the casualties were not large.

With the support of the magical power of the air, the remaining remnants of the defeated army escaped in disarray.

Captain Andrew finally looked back at the place where the soldiers were buried, and the iron man, who had not shed a single tear in the army for decades, wailed: "It's all fucking gone, damn brutes, my brothers!" It is inevitable that a person will die in life, and he will always fall to the ground, dust to dust, and earth to earth! Brothers, go well!

Man is inherently dead, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather!