The tent camp was transformed into a war field, where the firelight and moonlight shone on each other, and the corpses of greenskins, beasts and trolls covered the camp like a carpet.

Wave after wave of orcs charged the expeditionary force, and the beast legion had long since been killed and wounded, leaving only some of the strongest or intelligent individuals to retreat back into the expeditionary force's positions.

Tens of thousands of the strongest beasts in the forest, killing almost the same number of enemies.

They use their flesh and blood to give back to the world that gave birth to them.

Whether it's trolls, orcs, blood trolls, or beasts, they're all crazy.

The morale of the trolls has always been high, as if they had taken psychedelics. He doesn't care much about the death of his peers, or even his own death.

The same goes for orcs.

Since the battle, only the Blood Trolls have briefly tried to quit, only to be driven back into battle by their Overseers.

"Die here."

"It's the highest glory that the Blood God has given you!"

The bloody morale of the trolls was stimulated, making up for the huge gap in popularity with the orcs, but it could not erase the numerical gap between the two sides.

If the expeditionary force had attacked other equal races instead of blood-soaked orcs, the individual superiority and the morale of the death-defying side would have collapsed long ago.

Even if the number of opponents is more than ten times greater, it is useless.

Now the expeditionary force is facing orcs who have drunk demon blood, and the morale of the greenskins will never fade.

This is a needle-to-point, hard-fought battle.

Pulling the Nation Trampler away from a sturdy orc, Tonatiu wiped the blood and sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and looked up at the silver moon that shone on the red earth, so bright that the trolls couldn't open their eyes.

Tonight's Elune shines like this for the first time since his arrival. It was as bright as the sun in the daytime, and it shone the earth white.

The expeditionary forces and the beasts have been able to hold up until now, and the heavenly Elune's favor is needless to say, and he is also helping the trolls and coalition forces.

Trolls in a frenzied bloody battle, as long as they are not killed by a single blow, the moonlight will accelerate their own recovery.

On some powerful trolls, Tonatiu has even seen a Tornathius Berserker grow back after having two fingers cut off.

Although it was not long before he was beheaded by two orc warriors and split in half from the middle.

Elune's life force and the troll's vitality can't make him stand up again.

Unless with the power of the Shadowlands.

But was he still the one who stood up then, the same Tornatyan berserker?

Moonlight is also favoring the Draenei and Kadore, and even the Zandalar trolls.

The expeditionary force and the beasts have been able to hold up until now, and it has taken Elune a lot of effort.

Elune is not Azeroth.

Tonatiu is sure of this.

So what is He? Why does it shine on Azeroth? Why help protect the trolls and elves of Azeroth?

Tonight, Elune helped the troll and him so vigorously, but it also made the troll king have a lot of doubts.

But the situation in front of us is not the time to figure out these doubts.

Around Tonatiu, lives are passing away at every moment.

It doesn't matter if it's an orc or a troll, or a blood troll.

The power of the Shadow Realm can soar again tonight. I just don't know how much benefit this guy can get in this bloody battle.

Even if he was distracted, Tonathius easily avoided an orc's attack and disemboweled him with the Nations' Trampler.

The Troll King crushed the orc head lying on the ground, wailing from the guts and stomach pouches.

It's as simple as crushing a fruit.

The battle continues.

Tonatiu didn't know how much time had passed, only that the expeditionary force would probably last until midnight at most.

Because even the Cadore and Delaney regiments suffered casualties, the only safe troops of the expeditionary force were probably the engineering troops hiding in the mountains.

A force made up of goblins is of little use against the orcs head-on.

Tonatiu did not let them charge with them, and it was an insult to talent and knowledge to let the technical troops fight these green skins.

Tonatiu is not the only one in the fierce battle.

The sentinel general of Cadore held the moonblade, her feathered arrows already gone, and she shouted, "Silissa! ”

"In ——!" The blue-haired bear she was riding shouted crisply.

The sentry general's half-face, the violet rose petal-like face, the light cherry-colored lips tightened—her momentum became chilling in an instant.

At this time, quite a few orc warriors followed and tried to surround the sentry general.

But Santis had already noticed this, and she immediately raised her wheel-like blade, and swung it around as the druid stood up and roared to dodge the attack—

"Elune's Glory!"

The Sentinel General shouted, and the wind pressure of the wheel-shaped blade swung out in all directions in an instant—the dark green blood of the orcs who approached her burst forth, and the unmatched force swept away a little farther away like a fallen leaf.

Santis raised the moonblade forward, and a moonlit path parted in front of her, scattering orcs like fallen leaves.

Compared to the battle where you can only slash me with one sword, because it is too chaotic, even the sword storm cannot be used.

There is no doubt that the combination of Sentinel General and Druid is more ornamental.

Although Tonatiu had actually killed more orcs than she did, Santis, who seemed to dance in the moonlight, swung with the druid's roar.

The image of beasts and elves really crushed him I don't know how many times.

In terms of fighting special effects, unless Tonatiu magnifies his moves, he can't catch up with Santis's level.

However, there were still too many orcs, and no matter how much she and Tonatiu tried to kill, they still couldn't finish killing them.

Even if the trolls had a good battle loss ratio, the expeditionary force and the beast legion had already suffered heavy casualties by this time.

Tonatiu, who crossed the sea, brought with him about 16,000 elites, not counting Cadore, Draenei, and goblins, and Zutona trolls accounted for more than 10,000.

The elite of the Zandalar trolls in the Argrab region also sent more than fifteen thousand.

Not counting the battle damage of Cadore and Delaney, the battle damage of the trolls alone has been tens of thousands during this time.

Although the losses of orcs and blood trolls are greater.

The problem is that victory is far away.

There are too many Beast Blood Coalition forces near the base camp.

There seemed to be only two paths left in front of Tonatiu -

One is to never retreat, to fight to the last man - and maybe really die in the end until only the elite like him and Santis are left.

The other is to choose a direction to break through, Azeroth and Elune will definitely help, and the orcs will have a hard time blocking his breakthrough as a front blade.

But if the second path is chosen, this strategy of blitzing the orc base camp and forcing the orcs to return to help and reduce the pressure on Zudasa will be considered a failure.

There were more orcs than he could have imagined.

The reason why Tornathius is still holding out is because he hopes to relieve the pressure on Zudasa and let the other two sides of the orcs attack back.

At the same time, he had hoped that Kadore could support the expeditionary force on the flank, and the two sides would flank the orcs, which turned out to be Naga's turn of face.

Santis also told him that everything was under control, and Elune said to her, "Big husband, cute big".

Tonatiu believed her, and as a result, the troll was almost half damaged, and Elune had indeed been helping.

But he's only limited to support, and he's a super big behind the scenes......

Could it be that Elune's assistance is what Santis called "big husband cute big"?

Tonatiu had to be suspicious.

Until more than half of the trolls were killed, the beasts were dead to the point of a hundred powerful individuals, and the draenei and Cadore were also dead.

Santis and Tonatiu struggle to gather their forces, and the Troll King begins to think about breaking out.

The battlefield has finally seen some changes.

To the west of the battlefield, along the Broken River, on the left flank of the orc base camp.

In the darkness, several large portals that glowed suddenly appeared.

A loud dragon roar appeared on the battlefield.

"Ahh It's dangerous, but it looks like it's finally catching up! ”