The whistling green meteor almost streaked against the scales, and the scorching evil energy scorched the body, forcing the blue dragon to erupt into a wail involuntarily.

Due to birth and previous injuries, Telegosa was already weak, and hours of high-intensity combat consumed most of her energy. But even so, she still didn't back down.

A claw tore through the swooping two-headed dragon, Tyre struggling to open its bloody jaws full of terrifying fangs, and a cold breath erupted into a series of screams from the orc riders in front of her.

A large number of two-headed dragon knights turned into ice sculptures and fell, shattering into pieces in the ruins below. Even with only a speck of ice chips, the two-headed dragon, whose ability to fly was hindered, could not avoid the blue dragon's powerful claws.

Of course, as Terre slaughtered the Horde's air forces on her own, her offensive became slower and slower, and the hard, smooth blue scales cracked as the enemy attacked one after another, and the blood that lingered with blue brilliance oozed out little by little, staining her slender and toned body red.

If Tyré follows the Draenei's battle with a regular offensive and return to defense, then to put it bluntly, the Horde's offensive footsteps will be greatly hindered.

It's a pity that she's not so much fighting as fighting.

Seeing that the injured blue dragon was still fighting with the dense two-headed dragon in the air, a thick disdain flashed in the eyes of the black hand: "It turned out to be just a beast, it's really stupid." ”

"Gul'dan, aren't you ready?"

"That spell was taught by the master himself, and while it would take most of the Shadow Council's power, trust me, the wait was worth it. Gul'dan glanced back at him, and nearly a hundred warlocks formed in a circle, chanting obscure incantations around an extremely complex circle, feeling the increasingly majestic aura of destruction, and a nasty smile appeared on his face.

"If that's what you say, then the next wave of attacks, we'll win easily. The Black Hand laughed merrily, and he felt more and more hungry as he looked at the beautiful city around him that had been scorched by flames, and the smell of blood that filled his nostrils.

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On the other side, Noboton and Iriel, who had come to the outer city from a secret passage, led the guards to eliminate the surrounding orcs as quickly as possible, and then quietly slipped into the shadows.

Looking at Tyre, whose movements had slowed down visibly in the sky, an indescribable emotion welled up in Iriel's heart. Unfortunately, the distance was too far for her to establish contact with the other party, and she was also unable to use the Holy Light to help them.

She had hoped that she would be as strong as Terley and that she could single-handedly intercept the Horde's footsteps, but she was still too weak. In the face of such an army, no matter who it is, it seems small and powerless.

She could only silently pray in her heart, praying that Terré would be safe.

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At the same time that Shattrath was devastated by the war, somewhere in the Teroka Forest, a sprawling mausoleum looked eerie and hidden under the cover of the jungle. However, the huge crystals embedded in the corners of the building bring a beautiful and captivating glow, rendering the entire space as divine.

In this dark corner, where the light does not shine, dozens of orc warlocks in robes are looking forward to it.

"Lord Tarongor, are you sure that we can breach this mausoleum?" a somewhat uneasy warlock asked the man in charge.

The latter turned around and slapped him on the head: "Nonsense! The master will help us, you just need to work with them to ensure the operation of the portal!"

"Yes...... yes" Ignoring the pain and humiliation, the warlock could not muster the courage to refute in the face of the irascible Tarongor.

Beneath their feet, a huge teleportation circle shone with an emerald green and evil glow.

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"Quick, act, we must come to the aid before Shattrath falls!"

In the center of the resplendent hall, soul priests tasked with pacifying the Heroic Spirits came and went, adding instruments or magical inscriptions to the massive teleportation circle. On the side, Maladar urged anxiously, and his usual amiable voice gradually became agitated.

The reason why the portal was formed at this juncture was not that Oakington did not have the idea of organizing aid forces in advance. Oakington is the sacred tomb of the Draenei, which is inhabited by most of the Draenei souls who have died since the fall of Guinidal.

The Horde has a huge numerical advantage, and it is not impossible to launch a blow against Okington while holding Shattrath in tow. It wasn't until the Ranger Force had blown up most of the Horde's logistics that Maladar had time to work on the aid program.

But now it seems that the Horde is attacking too quickly......

"Archbishop, can we really catch up?" asked a Draenei warrior beside Maladal, suspicious.

His name is Lathorne, and he is the successor of Nyami the Soulbinder who betrayed the Draenei. Although not as knowledgeable as Nyami in soul spells, Lathorne is good at strategic planning and planning, and is better able to assist the Archbishop in Oakington's work in the current situation.

"As long as there's a signal on the other side of the portal, it will. Frowning, Maladar nodded firmly.

"Hehe, Archbishop, you are still as convincing as ever. In a dark corner not far away, in a small room blocked by an energy shield, a familiar face caught in Malada's eyes.

"I'm telling the truth, not just a lie and a deception, like the so-called master you call it. Looking at Nyami as she was imprisoned, a moment of grief flashed across Malada's face.

The position of Orangeton's soul priests in the Draenei society was inherently awkward, because of the pressure from the outside world, everyone in the mausoleum was more like relatives than colleagues, encouraging and helping each other.

Niami's fall was a blow to Maladal, and he begged the Prophet to imprison his lieutenant and the other fallen soul priests in Oakington to cleanse the darkness in their hearts with the noble soul of the Draenei.

"Haha, it would be more convincing if you said this in front of Lord Kilgardan. However, contrary to his wishes, Nyami had no idea of improvement under the divine atmosphere of Oakington and the advice of his former companions.

This made Maladal painful at the same time, but also inexplicably had a hint of reassurance. At least, at least she didn't disguise her evil to deceive herself again......

Looking at the archbishop with a complicated expression, Lathorne on the side lowered his head and slowly approached the arcane prison: "Soul binder, you should be grateful for the archbishop's kindness, if it weren't for him, you would have been treated as a heretic by now!"

"Yes, yes, of course I will thank him. Didn't listen to it at all, Niami even threw a rather ** wink at the other party, "When you die, I will take good care of your soul." ”

"Let's go, Lathorne. Seeing the other party laughing, Maladal completely felt a chill, "We have more important things. ”

"Bastard!" As if to vent, Lathorne slammed his fist into the wall of the cell, glaring fiercely at the woman inside the fluctuating barrier, and he turned away angrily.

Looking at the two distant backs, Niami turned her head and carefully examined the arcane barrier that had regained its calm, a hideous smile that made her heart palpitate.