With Woking's help and prior preparations, Sarjan stopped Manolos, who was charging at full speed, but this did not fundamentally improve his situation.

If he couldn't stop Manolos' smash, the massive spear would sweep away the entire Broken Rear Army, and that was not what Saléan wanted to see.

"Suck ~"

Facing the huge two-headed spear that was getting closer and closer to him, Saray took a deep breath.

"Boom!"

At Sarjan's behest, the two swords of Valagar clashed together to form a heavy sword as large as a door, but it was still no match for Manolos' spear.

Before the spear could hit the ground, Salian suddenly twisted his body and spun in place, and the thick heavy sword was swung and spun by him using centrifugal force.

Sarjan's anomalous behavior, which was like performance art, surprised the soldiers of all sides for unknown reasons.

It didn't matter though, Sarren himself knew what he was doing.

[Turn it up!] If you don't turn around, you're not from O country! 】

[One thing to say, Xiao Sa is not a Chinese ......]

[Is the point here?!] Shut your mouth and focus on witnessing! 】

"Encouraged" by the barrage, Sarjan's rotation drove the air current, and with the further impetus of the wind derived from Druyin's abilities, his rotation speed soon exceeded the limit of what the human eye could recognize.

At the same time, the skin of Sarjan, who had turned into a spinning top, appeared with fine golden scales, and his originally clear eyes became more and more fierce under the power of fury.

In order to fend off Manolos' attack and buy enough time for subsequent reinforcements, Salian used all the forces he could muster.

"Bell!!"

The dull sound of metal clashing resounded through most of the gray valley, and under the watchful eyes of countless people inside and outside the battlefield, the door panel greatsword that Salian swung in spun collided head-on with Manolos' war spear.

The result was contrary to Manolos's expectations, his attack was actually completely knocked down by a mere mortal, and the crackling spear even rose upwards in turn under the impact of the reaction force.

If it weren't for Manolos' mass and stable disc, the huge recoil might even force him to take a step backwards.

"It can't be!"

Quickly regaining his spear, Manolos angrily attempted to attack again.

But at this time, the dragon breath of the green dragons was just in time, and Manolos could only gather his wide flesh wings first and assume a defensive posture.

The power of evil covering the surface of the flesh wings makes a tooth-aching "squeak" sound when it comes into contact with the corrosive acid dragon's breath.

Saljan, who was a little out of strength and dizzy after a full blow, was also dragged back to the protection of the army by Woking.

Although Sarayan was in a terrible state at the moment, the corners of his mouth were hooked into a happy smile.

It's not just that Sarjan's Eagle Eye sees the massive amount of sand and dust raised behind the demon army.

What's more, he can feel that the bottleneck that is restricting him from moving forward has been loosened, which means that he has indeed found the right direction to break through.

"Do you do your best to wield the power of your fury at the limit of your sanity...... Heh~ Godring, it turns out that this is your real test. ”

……

After Sarjan fended off Manolos' surprise attack that he tried to break through in one blow, the rest of the battle was nothing for him.

Arriving quickly, Valera took over the care of Sarren from Woking, who returned to the front line without saying a word, commanding the Darkspear Trolls' Broken Rear Army to hold off the demon soldiers who were following Manolos as they charged.

At the same time, the army of minotaurs, guided by Aurelia, is also close at hand.

When Manolos was annoyed and stumbled by the three adult green dragons, the demonic surprise force that Manolos had high hopes for was instead caught by the two armies that Salaan had arranged in advance.

The situation of this local war, which detonated in the eastern part of the Ash Valley, is fantastic, and can be roughly divided into three fronts.

The Warsong Clan needs to face both the green dragon in front and the tribal army in the rear, and even with the catalyst of demonic blood, they have already shown their initial defeat when their troops are insufficient.

However, this is only the overall situation on the battlefield, and the heads-up between Brooks and Grom is dominated by the Warsong Clan.

Due to the side effects of the decline of the demon's blood, Brooks is now only about 7-8% of his peak strength, while Grom, who has just drunk the demon's blood and is in a state of euphoria, can exert 120% of his combat power.

Even so, Brooks, who constantly had wounds on his body, was still able to grit his teeth and entangle Grom, who was getting more and more excited about the fight, and it seemed that he could not really tell the winner in a short period of time.

The Horde army led by Warrock is crushing the rear lines of the Warsong Clan fighting on both sides, and it depends on whether Warrock will win the battle first, or Grom will cut Brooks down with an axe first.

In the rear of the tribal army, the Darkspear Trolls, led by Wojin, are desperately blocking the onslaught of the demon army.

Further behind are the Minotaur reinforcements who have just brandished their totem poles to smash the demons' backs.

These layers of sandwich biscuits have caused chaos on the battlefield, and with Manolos himself unable to spare his hands, the situation is turning in favor of the Azeroth coalition forces.

"Whoosh!"

Aurelia drew her bow again and shot down one of the Doomsday Guards, and she finally reached the limp Sarren.

Aurelia angrily poked her finger on Sarren's forehead: "Let you be reckless, if I bring the minotaur over a little later, how will you end up then?" ”

Salaan gave a thumbs up to Aurelia with his still trembling right hand: "Don't underestimate the toughness of the Darkspear Trolls, these soldiers brought by Wojin are veterans who have been fighting in the jungle all year round, as long as Manolos himself can't make a move, they won't be so easily defeated." ”

As Sarian said, the various clans of the jungle trolls have been fighting each other in the jungles of the Valley of Thorns for many years, and have already accumulated a lot of combat experience.

These Dark Spear Troll Elites don't have unwanted mood swings when facing major battles like recruits, which can affect performance.

The first wave of the Burning Legion's onslaught was indeed very strong, but with the preparation in advance, the Dark Spear Troll took over the demon's attack with all kinds of sorcery and totemic enchantments.

Even if the Minotaur reinforcements came a little later, it would not have much impact on the overall situation, at most it would delay the rout of the Burning Legion, which was attacked from both sides.

"Damn reptiles!"

Seeing that his army was unable to open up the situation, Manolos, who was getting more and more agitated as he fought, had to be distracted, and his attack gradually lost his order, and Lannalis seized the opportunity to leave a deep claw mark on his left shoulder.

Manolos, after all, was also a battle-hardened man, and he knew that if he continued to fight like this, he would probably be wiped out.

Although he was very unwilling in his heart, he could only retreat first to preserve his strength, and then find another opportunity to find the field this time.

In order to get rid of the entanglement of the three Lannalis, Manolos exposed his hole cards in advance.

He lifted his chest, which was blocked by heavy armor, and spewed a furious ray of evil energy at the three green dragons who were about to take advantage of the victory.

"Be careful!"

At Lannalis's reminder, the three adult dragons hurriedly flapped their wings in reverse to dodge.

By the time they adjusted their posture and prepared to continue the pursuit, Malones had already taken the lead and withdrew from the battlefield.

"The whole army retreats! Return to the canyon and hold the line! ”

Manolos' confident raid failed to achieve any results, leaving behind the corpses of more than a hundred demons of all kinds, and fled back to his fateful place.

Manolos actually knew in his heart that after this failed raid, the offensive and defensive situation of the two sides would be completely reversed.

The next battle will not be for him to lead the army to take the initiative, but to find a way to block the all-out counterattack of the Azeroth coalition after repairs.

Manolos' retreat completely sold the Warsong Clan.

The main forces of the Minotaur and the Darkspear Trolls have joined the battlefield one after another, and there is no suspense about the direction of this local war.

Although the furious Grom roared and brandished blood, leaving a hideous wound on Blox's chest that stretched from his left shoulder to his right abdomen, he could not save his life.

Under the spiritual catalysis of the demon's blood, Grom also tries to resist stubbornly.

Sarren, who had initially recovered his state, gave the order in time, and Varok, who was still a little hesitant to follow the orc tradition, gritted his teeth to carry out the order, and forcibly subdued the still unconvinced Grom through a righteous group fight.

……

"What?!"

At the same time, Gu Yin'er, who was out of the house, met Medivan disguised as a crow prophet again at the scorching sun peak of Stonetalon Mountain.

Arriving at Sun Peak at about the same time as him was the Moon God High Priest Tyrande Yufeng, who had just finished his tour of the temples and happened to receive a message from Medivan.

From Medivan's mouth, the two men, who were on tension because of the conflict in Ashenvale, each heard a bad news related to their own side.

"The Warsong Clan has drunk the blood of demons again?!"

"Yin Lidan defected?!"