These soul wails did not need to be transmitted through any medium, and at this moment, almost all of the Draenei heard them as if they were nothing, the heart-rending screams of pain, and the unconsciously desperate whispers of a lonely survivor.

In fact, it's not just the Delaney.

Teregossa was suddenly stunned, and in a trance, she suddenly turned her head, her blue eyes revealing a hint of confusion and doubt.

Strange, I seem to smell that guy......

Rumble!

After a brief moment of astonishment, a green meteor suddenly fell from the sky, and a tingling sensation crept up her wings as Telegosa sensed the danger and tried to avoid it.

Oops!

The horror in her eyes was fleeting, and with a loud bang, the hellfire slammed into her body. A long and mournful roar burst through the sky, and amid the continuous cheers of the orcs, her originally beautiful and sacred body fell from the sky, scarlet blood gushing from under the shattered charred scales.

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"Don't be stunned! kill these orcs first!" Nobordon smashed the orc's skull with a hammer, and immediately burst into a roar of rage at the surrounding draenei.

Dozens of draenei, including Iriel, were frightened by the wails from Oakington, and they panicked to form their defenses. As the golden light continued to flicker, and with the addition of rescue troops, this group of besieged survivors gradually turned the situation around.

Pushing Naru's hammer across the front, Irel pushed the oncoming orcs back, and then slammed her backhand, only to hear the sound of flesh and bones being churned, and hot blood stained her breastplate. If you look closely, you will faintly notice a trace of milky white slurry slowly sliding on it.

War is the most brutal and quickest way to temper one's will. Not so long ago, Irel was just a young girl playing in the temple, but now, dressed in military uniform, she took to the battlefield with the faith of her people, dyeing her hands red again and again.

Should we be relieved or should we be sorry? This is the problem of the century.

However, Irel obviously didn't have the heart to think about such a profound thing, and he killed his enemy with a hammer, and raised his hand to shake it. In the next moment, dozens of golden rays of light spilled from the sky, enveloping all the draenei around them.

In an instant, as if having eaten a strong pill, the radiant Delaney guards roared and swung their weapons, quickly forcing the orc line back with the power of holy light.

However, this speed is not too fast.

"Beware!"

There was a sudden exclamation from behind, and by the time the Draenei reacted, a dark shadow fell from the sky.

Boom –

A large area of charred black dust flew away, and the thick smoke instantly flooded everyone's sight.

Soon, though, as a hurricane erupted from it, the smoke exploded, and Delaney's vision finally returned to normal.

Even a dragon who falls from such a height can suffer fatal injuries. Terret lay silently in the mud puddle, let alone stand up, her wings, limbs, and joints twisted in a frightening way. The spilled blood slowly submerged her body in the mud puddle, and if it weren't for the breath coming out of her nostrils, I'm afraid no one would believe that she was still alive.

However, this is not something to be thankful for.

The green flame clinged to the stone and silently sank into the pool of blood, and the flame did not go out, but when it was soaked in blood, it burned even more vigorously.

And the owner of the flame was a boulder stacked on top of each other that was as big as half an adult draenei.

Seeing the huge stone monster poking its hands out of the pit, Irel was the first to react: "Quick, take her out of there!"

As soon as the words fell, she rushed forward with an arrow step, but looking at the blue dragon that was several times larger than the thunder elephant, she was in trouble for a while. Unless more than half of the Delaney were working together, they couldn't even move Terrée on their own.

But it's not just Hellfire nearby, hundreds of orcs with fierce eyes are still eyeing it, expecting a brutal slaughter as Hellfire breaks through the Delaney defenses.

"We can't save her. Nobalton was a man of understanding, and though he regretted it, he dissuaded Irel with a firm tone.

He had seen everything Terré had done for Shattrath, and despite the personal vendetta it contained, gratitude was gratitude. However, he cannot repay this favor at the expense of innocent compatriots, he does not have the power and qualifications to do so.

"No, there is a way. "As a paladin, it is a basic principle not to abandon or give up, and Irel is 10,000 unwilling to watch Tyrée be slaughtered by the enemy. This feeling of powerlessness and cowardice, she had enough.

"Tyre, wake up, I know you can hear me, please, wake up!" Throwing down Naaru's hammer, Iriel reached out and put her hands on the other's smooth and cold blue scales, and as the holy light continued to pour into the other's body, she also continued to use words to stimulate the unconscious blue dragon's perception.

Contrary to expectations, Terré was already dragging her injured body to fight, and with such a heavy blow, how easy is it to recover?

Roar!

A roar frenzier than a beast burst through the sky, the building-like hellfire roaring in the sky, stretching out its thick arms burning with the fire of evil energy, and the irregular fingers of stone stretched out towards Iriel.

"No! come back!" Seeing that his companions were in danger, Nobalton immediately tried to stop them, but the orcs were not spectators, and immediately rushed forward with the roar of the Hellfire horn, and swung their blood-stained battle axes at the draenei.

I can't go back.

Allowing the dark shadow to engulf his body completely, Irel held up his bright eyes, and even the darkness could not hide the pride and unyielding in them.

If it were him, he wouldn't have ......

Rumble!!!

"Ahh

Irel is one of the best Draenei of the younger generation, a scarce resource that is difficult to replicate for the Draenei, who lacks hope for the future. But now, because of his own negligence......

Well?

Kicking the dying green-skinned orc, Nobalton was about to rip off his skull with a hammer, when a strange but inexplicably familiar aura suddenly appeared in his perception.

Almost at the same time, a low, loud wail caught everyone's attention. Both the orcs and the draenei looked at each other in amazement, how could that unstoppable behemoth just now let out a cry of powerlessness and anger like a beast in a trap?

The dust cleared, and in addition to the unscathed and dazed Iriel, and Teregosa, who finally struggled to hold up her eyelids, there was also the hellfire that was crawling on the ground, constantly struggling.

It was as if its arm had been pinned to the ground by something, and no matter how much it moved, it couldn't lift it at all.

No, in fact, something did appear on its hands.

That is, a long sword?

The most striking thing is the faint golden light on the hilt, which is carved out of a circular hole the size of a ping-pong ball in the center of the junction between the hilt and the blade, in which a faint golden glow is constantly surging.

Like the gold-poured cross gauntlets, they stretched out from the hollow to the sides, and at the same time in the direction of the hilt and blade of the sword poked out spikes of different lengths, like flames, and like scattered sunlight.

The golden trim of the gauntlet filled one-third of the spine along the upper part of the hollow, revealing a hollow in the center, transmitting the divine energy in the hollow all the way upward.

The blade is more distinctive, and although the junction appears weak, it suddenly widens above the gauntlet spikes, revealing two prismatic spikes, which then shrink proportionally and extend straight into the crook of Hellfire's arm.

In addition to the bright and smooth position of the blade, the sword body seems to be coated with a layer of dark gold paint, rendering the whole long sword solemn and sacred.

Although it can be seen at a glance, with such a long sword, can it contain a hellfire the size of a building?

For the latter, this is clearly just a toothpick?

Soon, though, the sky gave them the answer.

The roar faded away, and a faint sound of wind emerged overhead, and everyone fell silent as they looked at the pitch-black portal that appeared at some point. Then, the emaciated and slender figure that slowly fell from the portal made their eyes widen subconsciously.