That's the dragon!

The appearance of the legendary creature severely damaged the morale of the Alliance, but what was even more terrifying was that the swooping red dragons inhaled deeply, and with a menacing roar, columns of flames rained down from the sky, mercilessly tearing through several orange rifts in the ranks of the Alliance, extending at breakneck speed towards the ranged troops on the hillside.

Armor and shields can block blade attacks, but they can't stop the scorching flames. Humans who could not avoid it wailed and died in the fire. The heat not only scorched their bodies, but even the metal armor could burn red and even melt.

"Quick! disperse!" Lothar shouted at his comrades behind him with a roll dodging the oncoming breath.

However, although the cover of the dense fog stopped the fire of the tribe, it also became the best cover for these dragons. In the face of such an abrupt attack, not everyone has such a quick reaction as the commander.

Although there were only a few red dragons, the casualties caused in this moment were enough to make everyone's eyes tremble.

And, as the red dragon swept across the battlefield, the casualty count continued to grow. What was even more unacceptable to the alliance was that these aerial behemoths entered the positions of the ranged troops in the blink of an eye.

The artillerymen wanted to turn their crosshairs and aim at the sky for the first time, but how could the flexibility of the tools be comparable to these naturally extraordinary beasts?

Fireballs whistled and fell, explosions swept away artillery and soldiers, and in a terrible wail, the splashed sparks ignited the ammunition. A light more dazzling than dusk continued to burst out in the hills, and in just a moment, the artillery units of the alliance suffered heavy losses.

No, it's just tragic.

The miserable wails and billowing black smoke from the rear made the elven troops who had finally reorganized their formation feel cold. Seeing the Red Dragon slaughtering in the nearby sea of fire, Aurelia gritted her teeth and pulled Sastrora's bowstring with all her might.

"Hey!" Lanloth had barely spoken, when the arrow was already riding the wind into the sky. After all, it was an artifact of the Windrangers of the past dynasties, and the Wind Arrow easily crossed a hundred meters in the air, accurately penetrating the belly protection of one of the red dragons. However, the protective ability of the dragon scales is really amazing, and the arrow is only a small piece of insertion, and the blood oozing out is only a drop in the bucket compared to the huge size.

But this succeeded in attracting the hatred of the red dragon.

Seeing that the other party gave up the ravages of the artillery and swooped down on this side, Lanlos sighed softly: "You are really selfless. ”

"No more nonsense. Aurelia bent her bow again, "Since you said you would listen to me, do it my way!"

"Yes, yes, you're the boss, you have the final say. Lanlos couldn't argue, and although it sounded full of complaints, the sharpness of those blue eyes was suffocating.

"Going, Tyre, Tyre?" Stopping the mana that was condensing, Lanros turned his face to look at the girl with her head tilted back and a sluggish face, and gently pressed her shoulder, "Are you alright?"

"No, I'm just ......" shook her head, the girl's face filled with worry, "As guardians of Azeroth, how can they help the orcs?"

"We'll figure it out. Seeing Aurelia spread out the elven forces to meet the red dragon, a dazzling violet glare surged from Lanloth's fingertips, "After we settle the current troubles. ”

"Well, I believe you. Tyret was no longer in her melancholy, and grabbed a blue crystal staff, and the icy storm quickly rose around her.

His gaze flickered for a moment, and Lanlos glanced at her delicate face, complex emotions rippling in it.

Rumble!

A huge fireball exploded in the crowd, and despite the first dispersal, some of the elves were unable to escape the wide range of breath attacks. Avoiding the flames, Aurelia reached out to hide her face, blocking the scorching air current, and did not forget to command her subordinates to treat the wounded. Seeing the red dragon passing from above, she didn't want to shoot an arrow.

The reduction in distance increased the arrow's attack, and the arrow of wind once again pierced through the red dragon's protection, sinking into the latter's abdomen. The sharp pain made the red dragon furious, and it spread its wings, and immediately spun in the air, swooping down on the initiator.

At the same time, a howling hurricane appeared in its ears, and when it turned its head, a fist the size of its head took over the entire view!

Bang!

Magnus's Vajra Fist slammed into its face with unstoppable force, several fangs crumbling in the splatters of blood. The red dragon instantly lost its balance and fell uncontrollably to the ground in a wail.

The fluttering wings kicked up a large cloud of smoke and dust, and the badly injured red dragon flew the approaching humans and elves with its wings and dragon tail fans, roaring to get back into the air. However, a white storm rose from its center, and Tyre's powerful ice storm engulfed its massive body.

The dragon's strength lies not only in its extraordinary attacks and physical protection, but also in its indestructible scales with excellent spell resistance. Despite Tyre's best efforts, the Ice Storm didn't freeze it out like it did against Ranros.

However, relying on the Blue Dragon Lady's superb spell-casting skills, the howling cold wind greatly slowed down the Red Dragon's ability to move, and the continuous accumulation of cold ice even put shackles on its wings, and for a while, it was difficult to get out of control.

With such a great opportunity, how could Lanlos miss it?

The elven mage clenched his fists and struggled downward, and the vajra fist that almost flew out of sight fell from the sky and smashed into the red dragon's head. A terrible wail soared into the sky, and the onslaught of irresistible force buried its entire jaw deep in the dirt.

And that's not all.

As Lanloth clenched his left hand into a fist, a blinding purple glow shone from the normalized Elunis. Another iron fist cut through the crowd, mercilessly tearing through the smoke and striking the red dragon's face.

Scarlet blood suddenly gushed out of the seven orifices, slid through the scales, and converged into a river in the huge pit beneath him.

The sensation of fist-to-flesh ravage of such a powerful beast fascinated Lanros, and he kept swinging his fists into the air with his sinister grin.

Bang bang bang......

The continuous thrashing made the dragon have no extra parry power except for holding its head in its hands, and the pain and dizziness of the head wound made it let out a miserable wail, but every time it opened its mouth, the two translucent huge iron fists always made it lose a few fangs.

It's just miserable, it's terrible......

The taut bowstring slowly loosened, and Aurelia couldn't help but shudder as she looked at Lanros, who was pounding the air with excitement. But in the next second, the other red dragons, sensing the plight of their compatriots, roared towards them.

"Lanloth!"

Sensing that the time limit of the Vajra Fist was gone, the sweaty elven mage panted slightly, reached out and threw out the steel restraint blessed by the giant transformation technique to imprison the unrecognizable red dragon, and then turned his attention to the sky.

Several pairs of angry vertical pupils stared at him, but instead of showing panic on his face, Ranros reached out and clenched Elunis after gesturing to his companion.

Before the red dragons could launch their breath attacks, purple stars shone around him, dozens of head-sized arcane missiles surging into the sky the moment he snapped his index finger. Powerful Arcane Barrage, unlike fireballs and ice guns that have elemental damage, the impact and blast damage of Arcane Barrage and Arcane Missiles are close to physical effects, and can slightly reduce the damage reduction caused by the dragon's spell resistance.

What's more, the continuous damage of this type of magic can achieve arcane resonance, and the erosion of arcane energy causes the intensity of subsequent magical attacks to gradually increase.

So it's not just him, Tyre, Khadgar, Aslan...... All the casters around them used the same type of spell.

Hundreds of arcane missiles soared into the sky, like a brilliant meteor shower, performing a never-ending sparkle and sparkle in the dim sky of the setting sun.

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On the coast, the dragon's surprise attack caught the front-line troops by surprise, and after finally controlling the losses, Lothar immediately looked at the rear worriedly: "Uther, you take some of your men back to support them." ”

"What about you?"

The Alliance's forces were relatively scattered, with Fort Riptide garrisoning the Arathi Heights, Kurtilas piloting the fleet, and the exaggerated length of the Hillsbrad Hills and Coastline, with Lothar only a fraction of the Alliance's forces. But on the other side, it is the entire tribe, and now it is necessary to divide the troops to defend itself, and Uther's worries are not unreasonable.

"I'll do everything I can to stop them. ”

Uther was stunned, a flash of unwillingness flashed across his face, but soon, he controlled his emotions: "Tirio and Dasohan, follow me." ”

He could see that in the face of the gradually tilting scale of this war, Lothar was mentally prepared. Yes, although it is said that the orcs will be driven back, in reality, it is an extremely difficult task. Even if the enemy broke into the ambush they had set up in advance, even if it was surrounded by the front and rear, the desperate strength of the tribe was really terrifying.

Lothar probably didn't think that he could defeat the tribe in one fell swoop in this place in the first place, but more, he just played a battle loss ratio that was enough to increase the alliance's confidence when he gathered a large number of advantages.

After all, the news that the Horde had defeated Stormwind in just a few months was a storm all over the city. From the nobility to the commoners, a breath of despair and distrust enveloped the nascent alliance.

In this battle, it doesn't matter whether you can win or not, the important thing is that if you lose, you must lose very beautifully. Let all humanity see hope, see the hope of the alliance triumphing over the tribes!

Lothar turned on his horse, and the aloft Quirzaram shone with a dazzling golden glow under Tulayan's blessing: "For the Alliance!"

The horses stepped onto the sand, the golden sand kicked off roared and boiled in the flames of war, and the death-long orange sunset shattered and twisted in the smoke, splashing everywhere. There were flames everywhere, dead bodies everywhere, people bound by hatred and rage.

Orcs, humans, races born in two different worlds collide at the last moment before the end of twilight.

What burst out was not enthusiasm and communication, but equally hot, scarlet blood.

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