"Elf, I curse you!"

On the pitch-black battlefield, the Red Dragon Commander who fell to the ground looked at the figure holding the giant sword in his hand and slowly walking towards him, and raised his head strugglingly and said.

Its body was now in tatters, large scales were scorched, revealing the red muscles behind it, one wing was cut off at the waist, only a little bit of the root remained, and only one of the four claws remained.

"Really?"

Mo Wenyan chuckled when he heard this, and his blackened face showed a somewhat distorted expression, and then the blue-purple greatsword in his hand directly penetrated into the dragon's head.

"--Then I'll wait!"

Blood splattered, and the fiery dragon blood sprayed on Mo Wen's body like a fountain, bringing a pungent fishy smell, but he didn't care, casually glanced at the dead head of the red dragon leader, and then set his eyes on the entire battlefield.

At this time, the battle was nearing its end, and there was no army belonging to the tribe except for a few hundred orcs who were besieged in the center of the battlefield. Thirty red dragons were not a small number, all of them were left behind, and the entrance to the Poison Mist Canyon was completely scorched, half of them were the dragon's handiwork, and the other half was due to Mo Wen.

In the battle just now, he saw that the tribe's army was about to break through the alliance's defense line, and directly lowered the Eight Desolation Xuanhuo Array, and detonated all the flames in it in one fell swoop. After an earth-shattering explosion, at least more than 5,000 orcs were strangled, and the ground of the canyon also turned into its current charred and concave appearance in the explosion.

After calming down the feeling of weakness caused by continuous battles, Mo Wen pulled out the Ice Thunder Tribulation inserted in the giant dragon's head, and then walked towards the final battlefield.

The center of the battlefield. The fighting had stopped, and the dwarves, elves, and Terrans soldiers had surrounded the orcs, who were only a few hundred strong. The two sides are facing each other with swords in hand.

The battle just now was so tragic that neither the Alliance nor the Horde could come to their senses now. There is no desire to fight any further.

Five thousand dwarven warriors, now only more than a thousand people have survived, the elves, the elven knights are only two hundred, the mages and rangers have suffered relatively few losses under the deliberate protection of Mo Wen, and about 1,300 people have survived, and the human race, more than 2,000 knights who came to support, in the end, only a little more than a hundred remained. The orcs are even more miserable, with an army of 30,000, only those who survive are in front of them, and the only ones that remain may be killed at any time.

The swords rattle, the rangers put their arrows on their bows and pulled the bowstrings, the mages controlled their magic and silently chanted incantations, and the dwarves held their hammers. The paladin held the sword, believing that at this time, as long as someone gave an order, these orcs would die from the random arrows.

"Surrender! We don't want to do any more senseless killings now! ”

in the crowd. Perhaps it was because he had just slaughtered too many orcs, and at this time, Tulayan felt a rare trace of pity and said to Brusos, the leader of the orcs.

But the latter shook his head. Refused: "Orcs have never been cowards!" Today I will die here with my robes! ”

And with its words, the few hundred remaining orcs raised their weapons one after another. His eyes were full of determination.

Although they are divided between us and the enemy, everyone in the alliance has to admit it. These orcs in front of him deserved the title of warrior, and Aurelia stepped forward and looked at Brussos. Salufar asked in a low voice, "Then orc, do you have any other requirements, if it is not too much, we can consider agreeing to you!" ”

Brusos was silent for a moment, and then suddenly spoke: "I want to fight that elven prince again!" ”

It turned out to be this request, and everyone looked at each other, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

Agree, Kael'thas is the prince of Quel'Thalas, a descendant of the Sunchaser, with a noble status, if something happens, no one can afford this responsibility, don't agree, for a dying warrior, it is a little unkind, and it will seem that the alliance is afraid of these orcs, as a result, Brusus said a word, but it was a cold scene.

But then a woman's cold voice sounded in the crowd, "You are dreaming! What is the identity of His Royal Highness the Prince, and how can you damn orcs be qualified to challenge him! ”

Everyone looked over, but it was Liadrin, who had a frosty face.

The female knight was now covered in blood, and her whole body exuded an inexplicable cold, like a demon who had just crawled out of hell, but she didn't care about anything else, she waved her hand at the surrounding high elves, and said directly: "Shoot these damn bastards for me!" ”

It's no wonder that Liadline is so angry now, the previous battle was too tragic, in the chaos, the elven knights she trained by her own hands died eight floors, and she herself almost died in the one-eyed orc Kilrog. In the hands of Dead Eye, it is still relying on luck to win in the end, it can be said that she hates these orcs to the bone now, and when she hears that they still want to threaten her most respected prince, how can she still bear it.

Seeing that Liadline was on fire, and the others were not easy to speak, Tulayan opened his mouth slightly, but was stopped by Uther, who shook his head and motioned for him to look to the side, only to see standing next to Liadrin, Kudran. The Brute Hammer's eyes were also full of hatred, and his palm kept clutching the giant hammer in his hand, as if he couldn't bear it.

Seeing this, Tulayan sighed slightly and stopped talking.

In this battle, although the Terran knights suffered a lot of losses, it was painless for the entire Terran race, but the Brute Hammer Dwarves and High Elves were really heavy losses, and the few people on the other side were estimated to be holding back the smouldering fire in their hearts at this time, and Tulayan naturally would not touch the mildew of his allies at this time.

Since no other commander spoke, the elves around looked at each other, but they raised their bows and arrows one after another, and they were about to do it.

But at that moment, a hand suddenly rested on Liadrin's shoulder, and a faint voice came.

"Alright, Liadrin, since this is the last wish of the other party, then we will fulfill them a little more generously!"

Hearing this voice, Liadeline was stunned for a moment, and then a trace of frenzy appeared on her face, and after respectfully saluting the person behind her, she obediently stepped aside, which was almost like two people before, and she couldn't see the anger on her body at all. And it's not just Liadrin, most of the elves around, as well as quite a few dwarves and humans, all have the same look on their faces, looking at the visitor in awe and fanatically.

Slowly walking out of the crowd, Mo Wen came to Brussos under everyone's gaze.

"You want to fight me again?"

Brusos nodded, bowed slightly to Mo Wen, and then said slowly: "Powerful Elven Prince, you are the most powerful one I have ever seen, even the Great Chief of Orgrimm, or the Shaman of Gul'dan, can't exert the power that destroyed the world just now!" But as a warrior, I'm Brussos. Sarufar still wants to challenge you again! ”

Unleashing the Eight Desolation Flame Array, killing dozens of giant dragons on the spot, and destroying five thousand orc warriors, Mo Wen not only won the worship of everyone in the alliance, but also won the awe of everyone in the tribe, believing that the figure like a demon god would be engraved in their hearts for the rest of their lives.

And listening to Sarufar's words, Mo Wen nodded lightly, and then suddenly sighed again, he looked into Sarufar's eyes, and said slowly: "Actually, you want to die in my hands!" ”

Sarufar was silent for a moment, then raised the great axe in his hand.

"The glory of a warrior is to die on this battlefield, not to live cowardly!"

This time, Mo Wen was silent, and then he waved his hand, signaling everyone in the alliance to vacate a space.

"Thank you for your fulfillment, prince of the elves!"

Brussos. Seeing this, Sarufar was overjoyed, glanced at Mo Wen gratefully, and then walked to the end of the field with a giant axe, and then patted his chest, and roared at Mo Wen.

"Come on, prince of the elves, let me see all your strength!" (To be continued......)

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