The female elf, who is now over 700 years old, is not a person who does not know the overall situation, and quickly stabilized her emotions, although her eyes are still flashing with grief and reluctance, but she is ready to act.

Ten seconds, five seconds, three seconds

With only about a second left, Browl-Bearskin was about to sacrifice himself and use all his thorns to buy time for the other two heads to escape, when the ground suddenly shook and there was a loud bang.

Boom -

In another violent shock, the thorn iceberg that was pressed into the ground suddenly exploded from the inside out, and under the splash of the sap of the broken ice thorns, more than a dozen water droplets that could barely be caught by the naked eye attacked the Night Elf army at an ultra-high speed.

The twenty or thirty elite warriors standing at the front of the front, as if they had been hit head-on by a sledgehammer, flew backwards with the Nightblade Leopard mount under them, blood and muscles splattered all over the ground.

Puff puff puff

After hundreds of elite warriors fell one after another, the Night Elves, who were inexplicably attacked, saw more than a dozen bands of light mixed with a lot of blood, each extending in one direction.

The night elves who were blocking in front of these "belts of light" were wearing heavy steel armor like papier-mâché, and after being pierced by the light belts, they ripped off large pieces of flesh and blood, and they were either dead or mutilated, and they were extremely miserable.

Even as a commander, the pseudo-super-rank powerhouse who stood relatively high in front didn't have time to react, and was passed through the lower abdomen by a band of light, and the sharp strength instantly broke it in two.

At the same time, Yang Long, who was extremely angry, also broke out of the ground at this time, rushing to kill with a majestic killing intent.

"This can't be! what about that human" Varela Sangunar was dumbfounded. Brol Bearskin was also shocked on the spot, and stammered: "Such a powerful lethality. Could it be that he is a fourteenth-order powerhouse?!"

Neither the High Elves nor the Druids have the talent of an arcane mage. Therefore, there is no way to know Yang Long's rank, and he can only guess based on his feelings.

In the Night Elf army, there are many top-level arcane mages, and Yang Long obviously only has the strength of the eleventh-order upper rank, but he is contaminated with the terrifying destructive power that erupts, which makes these elite warriors a little inexplicably frightened.

Especially when he saw the commander of the pseudo-super-rank strength, he was also dismembered under the light band formed because of the speed of the blood beads, and the remaining few night elf pseudo-super-rank powerhouses. It also feels a little tricky.

Only the female night elf who had released her perception and whose strength had reached the lower rank of the fourteenth order burst out with a beam of divine light in her pupils, and without thinking about it, she raised her hands and made an act that made Yang Long terrified.

Whew――

Twelve finger-thick silvery-white aura, starting from the hands of the female Night Elves, shot out like lightning, and half a second later, each struck a drop of water that rushed forward.

Porphyrium porphyr

In the light sound of bursting bubbles. The silver-white energy and the water droplets consumed each other and then dissolved, and after being consumed by the energy that exceeded their own volume by dozens of times, the tiny water droplets finally could not be maintained, and they each penetrated seven or eight night elves again and disappeared.

The terrifying attack was defused instantly. The water droplets, which could have caused heavy casualties to the Night Elves, only caused more than 300 casualties.

The Night Elf army that got a chance to breathe, because of the leader's attack this time. The panicked and depressed morale was greatly boosted, and the formation that had originally shown signs of collapse. It also re-converged rapidly.

The other five pseudo-super-rank night elves also reacted at this time. With a look of resentment on their faces, they wanted to rush forward.

The night elves of the fourteenth order stopped their actions loudly, and cast a curious glance at Yang Long, as if they were full of interest in the old butcher's possible next move, and said in elven language: "@#¥&@¥#*&!"

Yang Long, who basically didn't know anything about elven language, naturally didn't understand what the other party meant, first recalled the silver-white energy from a moment ago, and then focused his eyes on the hands of the female elf, and found the blood stains on the skin of her fingertips.

"Killing energy, it's really qi!" After being stunned for a moment, a fury rose in Yang Long's heart again, and while rushing towards the female night elf leader, he roared almost madly, "Who the hell are you?!"

Surprise, confusion, anger, jealousy, fear, these emotions filled Yang Long's nerves, and the wild screams he let out at this time were no longer spoken in the language of the world of Azeroth, but in the English common to the earth in his previous life.

Therefore, the professionals present all showed a confused look on their faces, and only the female night elves of the fourteenth order, as if they were sure of something, nodded and muttered, "Are you Yang Long?"

The words of the female Night Elf leader this time were in the human language of the world of Azeroth, which not only confused the professionals watching all this again, but also made the old butcher stiffen, and the murderous aura that flew in suddenly was discharged.

Because of the order given before, the elite warriors of the Night Elves did not block Yang Long's pounce, but took the initiative to get out of the way.

Just when Yang Long revealed a huge flaw because of the shock in his heart, the leader of the Night Elves, who was originally riding on the Night Blade Leopard, shook his whole body from a quiet and rapid movement, and his figure instantly appeared on Yang Long's side, and he opened his left hand against Yang Long's chest.

Whew――

At the cost of cracking the skin of the palm, five silver-white qi that was the thickness of an arm, appeared out of thin air and bombarded the dark energy of the old butcher's body, canceling out most of each other, and finally dispersed the dark energy and sank into Yang Long's chest.

Smack-

In the splattered flesh and blood, a hole the size of a bowl appeared in Yang Long's right chest, and the huge impact force it carried also knocked Yang Long out of the air and flew out diagonally towards the ground.

"Are you" Yang Long's eyes widened and he said with difficulty.

The leader of the Night Elves who launched the attack had a cold face, did not answer Yang Long's inquiry, nor did he catch up and continue the attack, and after staring at the old butcher deeply, his figure flashed back to the back of the Night Blade Leopard.

And just as Yang Long was about to fall to the ground, a beautiful figure passed by, and the old butcher just felt the smell of blood rushing to his face, and found that he had been rescued and was lying on his side beside the unconscious Varian Ureon.

"I thought it was a strong reinforcement, who knew you were so weak!" The High Elf who rescued Yang Long took out the bandage from the spatial ring and began to bandage the wound with a plug, while scolding at his companion: "What are you doing coldly?

The Great Druid, who stood stupidly and looked at Yang Long, came back to his senses from his daze, and was ready to cast natural magic as he sang.

At this time, Yang Long realized the fact that he was injured, and reached out to push away the High Elves who were bandaging himself, and his eyes locked on the Night Elf leader who seemed to be becoming more and more hostile in the distance, and unsubtly stimulated the Holy Light Energy.

Hum -

A ball of pure golden light covered the wound on Yang Long's chest, and after only a few seconds, the severely injured injury was already intact, leaving the professionals who had stared at the entire process silent.

Taking a light breath, Yang Long glanced at the unconscious Varian, and popped out a few grains of holy light and submerged into his body.

"Uh" After half a minute, King Varian, who had been tormented by the curse and had been in a coma, reopened his eyes, sat up slowly, and locked on Yang Long with a sweep of his gaze: "You are"

"It's great that you're okay, Glash!" Varela was overjoyed and spoke before Yang Long could speak, "It was he who saved you with the Holy Light." ”

"Holy Light, you're a paladin?" King Varian, who had lost his memory, softened his expression, his vigilant gaze brought a little gratitude, and slowly straightened up from the ground, cast his gaze on the besiegers opposite, and took out two long swords with cold light.

And the leader of the Night Elves, who had been observing Yang Long, also flashed at this time, and instantly appeared not far in front of the three of them, and said to King Varian in a tone that could not hear any meaning: "You are not my opponent now. ”

(To be continued......)