"Who dares to fight me?!"

The shadow of the demon loomed behind him, and Illidan unleashed his magic power wantonly and domineeringly in front of the two armies, completely ignoring the alliance army in front of him, especially when looking at the blood elves in the alliance, his eyes were quite unkind.

Although he was captured alive once last time, Illidan thought that he was too careless, plus the blood elves were despicable and shameless sneak attacks, so there was such a result, this time it would definitely not make the same mistake again, and this is a battlefield, and it is impossible for the blood elves to shamelessly send people to besiege it again.

"Reckless!"

In the face of Illidan's provocation, Berval didn't care much, in the regent's opinion, on the battlefield of nearly 200,000 people, the strength of individuals is always limited, and the two sides still have to rely on each other's armies to speak, and he has confidence in the soldiers of the alliance.

Of course, this does not mean that Bolval will let Illidan go unpunished, at least the alliance will not lose its morale in the face of the Dark Night and the Scourge coalition.

Glancing over his own Seventh Legion, Berval began to look for men who could fight Illidan.

But at this moment, Mo Wen, who was standing beside Boval, stepped forward.

"Your Excellency Regent, leave this demon to me!"

Boval frowned slightly, to be honest, if it was anyone else who stood up now, he would not hesitate to agree to the other party's request, just a heads-up, no matter whether he won or lost, it would not have much impact on the alliance, but only Mo Wen couldn't. As the prince of the Blood Elves, he is the last bloodline of the Sunsrider family, if he dies in front of the two armies. All the Blood Elves would have to go crazy, and that would have an impact on his next battle. Although this prince's strength is not bad, there are always accidents in everything, right?

There was a slight hesitation. Bolval still spoke: "Your Highness Kael'thas, I don't think it's necessary, it's just a half-demon, and it would be a loss of your identity to attack it!" ”

But Mo Wen shook his head, looking at Illidan who was holding the Aeginos Blade in his hand and showing off his might in front of the two armies, and said angrily: "This demon once fell into the hands of our blood elves, and for some reason I let it go, but I didn't expect it to dare to jump out and block the army of our alliance now, if you don't clean it up." Where is the face of my blood elves? ”

As he spoke, Mo Wen also glanced at a man wearing a cloak not far away, who was holding a round knife wheel in his hand, and his body trembled slightly when he noticed Mo Wen's gaze, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say a word.

"Then we can find someone else to slaughter it, Your Highness Kael'thas, you are now the sole heir of Quel'Thalas, and you shouldn't risk your life again!"

But Bolval was still a little worried. Bitterly persuaded the Buddha.

As a result, at this time, Illidan saw that no one in the alliance was fighting, and immediately Yile shouted, "Those blood elves. Last time you attacked me, why didn't you dare to stand up this time? Can't you bully more and less, don't you even have the courage to play? ”

Mo Wen glanced at Boval. The latter shrugged helplessly in agreement. Illidan has begun to attack races, and if the blood elves don't fight, or if they do, they won't win. It's a shame to be a shame.

At this time, it was difficult for Bolvar to stop Mo Wen from playing, and he could only pray in his heart that this prince would be as powerful as the rumors said.

A smile rose on his face, and after getting Berval's consent, Mo Wen teleported directly in front of Illidan.

"Last time, you ran away like a lost dog, and now you dare to appear in front of me, Illidan, you are really bold enough!"

The words that came out suddenly made Illidan, who was still showing off wantonly, his face stiffen, as disgusting as if he had eaten a fly.

"It's you!"

Looking at Mo Wen, who was dressed in armor, Illidan's face was slightly distorted. It hadn't forgotten how Mo Wen had threatened it with Tyrande and snatched its treasures from it.

"You give me death!"

There was no nonsense at all, and the Aeginos blade in Illidan's hand slashed directly at Mo Wen.

The strong wind ruffled Mo Wen's long hair, and he could even feel the chill on the knife.

Shaking his head slightly, looking at the battle blade that was constantly approaching him, Mo Wen had some disdain in his eyes, absorbing the power of Guldan's skull, Illidan's strength had reached the first-class level. But the same first-class is also divided into three, six, nine and so on, after advancing to the first-class level, with the inexhaustible magic power in the body, Mo Wen has been able to be fearless of most of the first-class masters, like Akmund, a first-class peak, he can fight, although Illidan is fierce, but it is still a little insufficient.

With a flash of white light in his hand, Mo Wen's Ice Thunder Tribulation brazenly met the Aeginoth Blade.

Hearing the sound of blades scraping against each other, countless sparks erupted between the blades of Ice Thunder and Aesinos, and finally they both stopped.

"Huh?" Illidan exclaimed, as a half-demon, it was still a little confident in strength, but he didn't expect that although the elven prince in front of him looked inconspicuous, his strength was so great that he could actually compete with it. But then it sneered again, if the other party thought that it was a demon hunter with only this ability, it would be very wrong.

I only heard Illidan inhale softly, and the next moment, a green flame suddenly surrounded the Aesinos Blade in his hand, and then burned along the place where the two blades intersected.

"Boy, you're going to die here for me!"

In Illidan's sneer, the demonic flame that could burn mana and flesh directly wrapped Mo Wen, forming a green torch.

"His Highness Kael'thas !"

There was a sudden exclamation in the army of the alliance, and the faces of Boval and the others changed, and they subconsciously wanted to go to the rescue.

But Sylvanas stopped them, and said confidently and slowly: "Don't make trouble, this point Cheng Dù can't help His Royal Highness the Prince!" ”

Sure enough, the situation in the field changed suddenly in the next moment, and a piercing chill spread from Mo Wen's body, and a large amount of frost extinguished the green flame at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye. Then he rolled backwards towards Illidan, but the cold temperature made the soldiers of both armies feel that the temperature around them was dropping rapidly.

"That's all? Illidan. I don't know what you have to be proud of to say such a thing to me! ”

accompanied by Mo Wen's flat tone. This time, the blade of Aesinos was frozen into ice sculptures, and Illidan's eyebrows began to glow with white frost mist, and his teeth began to tremble.

"Bastard!"

Looking at the snowy area that gradually spread to his body, Illidan's expression this time was completely solemn, and he did not hesitate to use the means of pressing the bottom of the box. Pitch-black demonic energy spread out from its body, and almost in the blink of an eye, the huge demonic figure condensed into an entity and appeared in everyone's eyes.

"Selling your soul to the devil, is it still just this kind of Cheng Dù's power in exchange?"

There was no fear in Mo Wen's eyes. The ice thunder tribulation in his hand flashed, and a huge ice crystal slash directly shattered the demon's outstretched giant hand.

"Illidan, I only let you go last time because of a small agreement, but you arrogantly appeared in front of me again, and you dared to make a big statement!"

The purple arc crackled on Mo Wen's sword, and the next moment, a huge pillar of purple light rose into the sky, directly enveloping the demon in it.

Struggling, wailing, even if no sound was heard. Everyone can also smell the demon being scorched.

The warriors of the Alliance cheered, but the Night Elves on the other side looked at each other, they had never considered Illidan their own because of his complex identity. But they also don't want it to lose at this time.

"-Roar!"

Trapped in a purple pillar of light, the demon that Illidan had transformed suddenly went berserk and slammed its wings. With the surging magic and great power, it actually tore apart the pillar of light.

In the rain of purple light, Illidan, who was half-burned, gathered his hands in front of his chest. Suddenly, one has a diameter of enough to count. A green fireball with terrifying fluctuations appeared in front of it.

"If you dodge, it's the Alliance warriors behind you who die!"

For the last chance to win, Illidan at this time was completely shameless, and yelled at Mo Wen with a sneer.

But Mo Wen shook his head.

"You still don't know the gap between you and me!"

Blue rays shot out from Mo Wen's hands, piercing Illidan's fireball directly and then slamming into its body.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the thick frost began to spread rapidly on Illidan's body, and then it was firmly frozen, and the Ice Thunder Tribulation in his hand swirled slightly, Mo Wen took a step forward, and directly cut off Illidan's head with a sword.

The huge head flew in the air, and Illidan's eyes were still burning with demonic flames, as if he had not imagined that he would fall so easily under someone else's sword.

"-Kill!"

The commander of the Alliance, Bowal, was overjoyed, and suddenly drew the sword at his waist in a roar.

The Alliance's military formation moved slowly, and then accelerated to the extreme in a short time, sweeping towards the ranks of the Night Elves and the Scourges like a wave.

With an indescribable excitement in their eyes, the soldiers of the Alliance almost saw victory and beckoned to themselves.

On the mountainside of Mount Hyjal, Tyrande covered his mouth in disbelief, "Illidan, how could it be?" ”

After all, he was a former childhood sweetheart, and although he couldn't agree with many of Illidan's actions, the death of the other party at this moment still gave Tyrande a big blow.

And the deer helmet on her side was a little angry, and her face was blue when she looked at the wave of alliances that swept in.

"Damn, I knew Illidan was unreliable, so you shouldn't play if you don't have that ability! The hunters and sentinels gave me arrows, and the druids in front of me gave me the back! ”

In order to reverse the unfavorable situation, the deer helmet roared loudly.

With his command, rows of dense rows of arrows continued to slant out from the rear of the Night Elves.

Many of the Alliance's soldiers fell to the ground with arrows and were trampled into meat sauce by the team behind them, but the high morale of the Alliance was not affected in the slightest, and they still shouted and charged frantically.

In just one minute, the Night Elves had time to release a few waves of arrows, and the red waves of the Alliance slapped in front of the Dark Night and Natural Scourge's military formation.

There was a loud bang, and countless weapons and bodies collided violently with each other. The bodies of many soldiers flew into the air, and the three colors of red, purple, and white were mixed together in an instant.

Blood began to spread. The pungent smell of blood permeated the entire battlefield, and the intertwined military formations were rigidly embedded in each other. Like two waves of ants, soldiers on both sides fell one after another, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of them lay on the battlefield forever.

"Shooter shoot me! Hunter pet on top! ”

The Deer Helm roared loudly, commanding his troops to fend off the Alliance's onslaught.

In the dark night, giant bears, tigers and other beasts roared and rushed into the alliance's battle array, and with their huge bodies, they continued to roll up bloody storms. The archers of the dark night constantly came to unleash their bowstrings and shoot overhead, doing everything in their power to relieve the pressure on the troops ahead.

"Shooter, mage attack!"

In the midst of the coalition formation, Berval calmly commanded.

The Alliance's long-range firepower began to wield. Although the archers of the blood elves were far rarer than the night elves, and they suffered a lot in the counter-shooting, their mages and the human race were united, and a huge fireball bombarded the team of the night mercilessly, and in the huge explosion that continued to roar, the night elves fell almost one by one.

"Damn magic!"

Vandall? The deer helmet cursed in a low voice, looking at the situation on the field depressedly, and his heart was extremely aggrieved. When the High Elves were banished, Deerhelm was also involved. It's just that he never imagined that he would face the attacks of those descendants of his compatriots. While magic defies the ways of nature, and its fluctuations may attract the attention of the Burning Legion, its power is undeniable. Obviously, at this time, it was their own side that had more long-range forces, but the troops suffered more casualties. Hundreds of arrows can sometimes be less effective than a single fireball, especially in the dense battlefields here, where magic can be terrifying.

The scene is still deadlocked. The dark night, natural disasters, and the alliance's military formations collided with each other, and no one picked up the bargain.

But Deerhelm is keenly aware that the tide is tilting against the night. Hunters' pets are dwindling, and more and more beasts are wailing to die under siege by Alliance warriors. The night soldiers relied on their bravery to enter the enemy's military formation, almost fighting on their own, but the soldiers of the alliance could still maintain a small formation one by one in the fight, and tacitly worked together to kill the night soldiers, especially under the leadership of those high-level blood elf knights, the alliance's aura squad almost pierced into the hinterland of the night army formation like daggers. As for the undead of the Dark Night's allies of the Scourge, they are still charging brainlessly, one undead falls, and more undead rush up, although they have caused a lot of losses to the other party with their numerical superiority for a while, but when their forces are weakened, they will definitely collapse quickly.

Taking a deep breath, the Deer Helm looked at Salorian to the side, "Lord of the Undead, it seems that we have to take some action now, otherwise the situation may not be good." ”

The glow in Salorian's skull flickered slightly, followed by a chuckle, "As you wish, Lord Commander!" ”

Then it commanded one of the undead behind it, "Let Rivendell and them out!" ”

A moment later, with the loud sound of horns in the Scourge camp, the undead army that was fighting the alliance gradually changed.

This time, the undead began to dodge the Alliance's swords, and they began to slowly move to the left and right, giving way to a wide avenue in the center of the formation.

was given a way out, but the warriors who were fighting with the undead were a little dazed, looking at the wide road in front of them, they couldn't react for a while.

But then the faces of these people changed, and the ground beneath their feet began to tremble, and a sound like thunder came quickly from a distance. Most of the warriors of the alliance were veterans of many battles, so they knew very well what the qiē in front of them meant—cavalry, and only a large number of cavalry charged together would have such a strange sound.

Sure enough, after the sea of the undead was completely separated, a group of figures wearing black armor and riding skeleton horses appeared in front of everyone.

They were charging violently, sweeping like a black torrent, and the spreading dead air was as thick as a black cloud, and with the blue eyes of the countless knights among them, it was like a force from hell.

"It's the Death Knight! Array! Meet the enemy! ”

One of the Alliance's front-line commanders shouted hoarsely, his voice even out of shape out of fear.

The Alliance's armies moved quickly, and no one fled, because these veterans knew that charging in the face of cavalry, with their backs to the enemy, would only make you die faster, and that only by forming a formation could you have a chance to survive. The alliance soldiers with large shields quickly gathered together to form a wall of shields.

And as soon as these shield walls were erected, the Death Knights were already in front of them.

Rumble!

With a dull thud, the shield walls that the Alliance had just assembled were easily torn apart, and these hastily formed positions were of little use in the face of heavy cavalry charges. After a burst of people flipped on their backs, the Alliance's military formation was completely torn apart, and the momentum of death rushed into the Alliance's military formation one after another with a fearless momentum, and weapons spreading the power of death and frost began to ruthlessly harvest the lives of the Alliance soldiers. Although there were also many Death Knights who reflexively fell off their horses in the impact and were drowned in the sea of soldiers of the Alliance, more Death Knights gathered together and chiseled through the Alliance's military formation little by little.

Following these Death Knights, ordinary undead soldiers also rushed forward in a swarm, taking advantage of the scattered Coalition formations and began to slaughter on a large scale. Affected by this, the morale of the Night Elves on the other side was also boosted and began to slowly gain a firm foothold.

Looking at the death knights wreaking havoc on the left side of the military formation, Boval's brows furrowed slightly, and he said to a general beside him: "General Abydis, it's time for you to appear, it's time for these damn undead to remember the prestige of the Silver Hand, don't let everyone down!" (To be continued......)

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