I'm in charge of the altar in the middle, the main altar in the middle, where the portal is, and of course the high guard.

One of the two Spider Demon Priests is a purple-skinned spider monster with a small head, and the other is a big-headed, round-bellied, and covered in thorns. These two Spider Demon Priests are actually the ones who control the Spider Demon Army here, and the Salein in the middle of the Psychic Tower is their head. I also believe that this guy must be the toughest guy to deal with.

Thassarian and Death Knight Captain Maglafur Takar attacked the altar in the northwest, Kurtila and his compatriot, Baron Sliven, who was also the Death Knight, attacked the altar in the southeast corner, and Soval and I attacked the main altar. Garrosh believed in me, and they believed in Soval.

And with us, of course, were Sarufar Jr., Dranoche. After all, we have a high-ranking guard to face.

They took the lead in attacking, and after the battle began, a few people really came out of the altar in the middle, all of them were blood elf-like guys, and when the two decapitation teams appeared on the altar and attacked, the guard on the altar in the middle and a few guards on the side did not move, it seems that they still know their duties. Seeing this, we didn't hide anymore, and Dranosh rushed out first.

I still like Dranoche's axe, not only the double-edged axe, but it really looks like a whirlwind. Dranosh's face resembles that of his father, and King Sarufar can be seen from his face. And the tiger father has no dog, and this guy really wants to show himself. But I'm still a little worried about him, and I don't want him to die in this battle.

Can...... My worries are unnecessary, really unnecessary.

When little Sarufar rushed out, all those Saruin looked at us, but his speed was very fast, I only saw that their quick spells were just about to be released, and little Sarufar was already close, he picked up the axe and slashed directly, and the axe cut from the diagonal top was twisted by his wrist, and the axe turned over and the blade of the axe was slashed again, and the bodies of the two Saruin guards were directly slashed.

It's a cut, just like the egg liquid and rice are the same when the omelet rice is cut by a table knife, or maybe it's because I drank too much blood, and the blood splashed was simply the most fierce spray I've ever seen.

Then his left shoulder sank, and then he pushed forward, and with a hard effort, he hit the man named Darth. The blood-stained guy had spikes on his shoulders.

You've seen orcs, their shoulders are much wider than ours, and much wider than mine, so their shoulder pads are generally larger, and the spikes on the shoulder armor of little Sarufar are pierced diagonally one by one, although not very long, but for humans, or blood elves, this thorn is enough to penetrate the stomach.

They are large, and the spines are not very large.

As a result, he was so stabbed that the Salein guard pierced directly through the side of his chest, and a thorn pierced through his chin and into his mouth. He didn't even hum before he was put on the shoulder by little Sarufar.

It was a shocking blow to me, for the first time I had seen someone get pierced by a thorn in the shoulder and finally hung on the shoulder.

Little Sarufar twisted his body, and his shoulders shook violently. Bloodstains were thrown to the ground. He also wanted to reach out and cast a spell, but was directly cut off by little Sarufar with an axe. With the blood splattering, little Sarufar ended the guy's life after restarting it again.

The loss of King Sarufar is old, and his son...... Gee!

Do you know how hard it was for us to fight the orc invasion?

I was both happy and incredible, and in the blink of an eye we rushed into the Psychic Tower, and the acolytes inside saw us, and they wanted to turn their heads against us, and I sent them directly into the realm of death again with a musket in my hand.

Soval laughed, and he laughed at me for not learning the Death Knight spell he taught me, and I told him it was easier.

I felt like a wolf jumping into a flock of sheep as he picked up his sword and pounced on the panicked acolytes, all of whom were members of the Cursed Sect, i.e., the living, and Soval unleashed a withering spell that emitted a pale green light around his body, and when he slashed down two men with one sword, grabbing the other one before he could escape, the face of that guy quickly withered and rotted at a speed that I could see with my naked eye.

"Living!" Soval shouted. "There are living people here!"

He obviously knew that these fellows were alive, and it was not strange to him, and it was easier and more pleasant for him to face the living than to deal with the dead. And some of those guys seemed to know the man, and I did hear someone shouting, "Soval is here." ”

After that, Soval rushed to the front, and the acolytes who saw him had no power to fight back, while Sarufar the Younger fought with him over who could run faster and destroy more.

There is a blood elf standing in the main hall, the guy is wearing a red robe, he has a head of beige or milky white hair, especially the blue face makes a few colors not match at all, his eyes are blood red, I didn't see surprise under his calm face, nor did I see panic, this calmness made me feel that this guy couldn't keep it was really a trouble, but in a blink of an eye, his head was cut off by little Sarufar with an axe.

Soval snorted, then cast an appreciative look at the young orc.

This hall is still quite large, and there is a huge magic circle on the empty hall floor. The diameter of this circle is more than fifteen meters. In the middle of the circle, a blood-colored orb hovers over a golden pillar.

"This is the portal." I say.

They all shook their heads.

Our operation can go smoothly like this, but when we get to the other altar, it is not the same at all, and the Thassarian side is blocked outside the psychic tower and cannot enter at all, and the spider demons who keep pouring up the altar are actually surrounding them. Moreover, the magic released by the small-headed, purple-skinned spider priest was different from others, not only could it stick to people's hands and feet and make people unable to move, but he could actually release healing techniques.

I was really shocked when I saw a guy who had fallen with a green glow and then just got up from the ground.

Soval's great sword is absolutely immovable in ordinary people, but at this time, it was as easy as losing its weight in his hand, and he swept across his sword and cut off the spider demon's leg, leaving a deep scratch on the ground.

Little Sarufar's side is getting more and more courageous, and my role in front of them can't be shown at all. The two of them rushed to kill in front, and the people behind followed, breaking through the siege of the spider demons and directly out of the surrounded Sassarian.

Later, I also thought about whether to change to a two-handed sword or a two-handed axe, and it was so easy to see how easily they wielded, those spider demons with hard shells couldn't go a round in front of them, and they could be hacked to death directly by them when they met them face to face. With his aura, Soval rushed to Thassarian's approach, and the team's talent broke through the spider demons blocking the doorway.

Thassarian was so shocked by our speed that he even doubted that we had taken the middle tower. Soval didn't speak, only glancing at little Sarufar after chopping off the head of the spider priest at the end.

The plan was right, we did achieve the greatest victory at the lowest cost, and after the three priests were killed, the defending spider demons immediately felt the lack of a leader, and then abandoned the city, and drilled into the ground.

Actually, I'm curious how they knew the leader was dead?

We didn't count the casualties, and without any hesitation, they immediately activated the teleportation circle, and the hundred and ten people standing inside the circle disappeared into the circle after a ray of light enveloped the circle. This was followed by the second, third, and fourth batches.

Thassarian says that the situation is not promising, and that what they need to do is to immediately seize control of the floating fortress, lest Prince Varana eventually break the net and kill our people.

Kurtila and Sasarian went up, Soval wanted to go up but was held back by me, to be honest, I have never been at ease with going to the sky, even if it is your Dalaran, such a big thing floating in the sky, that is, fooling ordinary people, in my eyes I don't like it.

I told Soval that he didn't need to go up, that the war was going on, and that the Death Knight had to be left behind. So I went up for him.

The environment above reminded me of the time when we infiltrated Naxxramas, it was indeed quite similar to Naxxramas, and by the time I got there, the waves of people who had teleported there had already cleared the way and cleared many obstacles.

But the battle ended up being quite difficult, and little Sarufar said that he was almost finished, for it was too easy to kill the High Guard of Salein below, as easily as killing a chicken, but it was not the same when he came up, and he felt the pain and weakness visibly when their spells hit him.

The guards here also played a completely different level from the one he accidentally killed, the guards here are indeed sharper in their hands and feet, the attack is inevitable and heavy, and more importantly, they can really suck blood, and no matter how injured they are, as long as he lets him run, he will come back in a while, and he will come back in good health.

This is a bit unacceptable, so the only thing to kill them is to take off their heads.

But how can it be so easy. They move very quickly, and this is more agile than anyone, any race, they can lie on the wall, glued to the roof, like geckos. And when they're climbing on the wall, the speed makes it feel like it's a big gecko.

So the price our soldiers have to pay to defeat this kind of thing is obvious. Truth be told, we don't have a better way to do it, either shoot him with an arrow or wait for him to pounce on him.

But these things are very thieves, they don't give their lives easily, they run faster than anyone else, only those abominations, stitching monsters, skeletons, aberrations, ghouls, gargoyles and the like have become the first targets of our treatment.

In the end, there was really no way, and after protecting the fortress floating device, a large number of soldiers continued to be transmitted from the ground, and finally I wanted to fill this place, and there were people in every aisle, and one by one the roads were cleaned.

The word "kill" is not very appropriate here, and instead of killing, Prince Varana ran away.

He has wings, he can fly. However, he would teleport himself back to Icecrown Fortress, which would be safer. This guy actually wanted to blow up this place, but it didn't work out.

The successful capture of the fortress of Naxana gave our coalition a great boost of confidence, and it did work very well in the battles that followed. Especially when it comes to the final attack on Icecrown Fortress, if it weren't for these floating castles, we wouldn't have been able to attack the last fortress even if we unloaded Arthas's hands and feet.

I've never mentioned these things in my story, have I?