Hearing this, Patrick also smiled, it was really getting more and more interesting, originally Patrick still wanted to lure out Darkan through these fragmentary undead, but now it seems that there is no need.

This is also the reason why Patrick did not directly kill Naklerot and Luzlan at the beginning of the war, after all, these two abominations were made by Darkan himself, and they will inevitably have the spiritual power imprint of the natural calamity, and the upper echelons of the natural calamity are in control of the subordinates through some spiritual power imprints.

If he senses that his proud works are in danger, he may take the initiative to come to the rescue, and Patrick will be able to catch them all at that time.

But now it was different, and this Yurien had managed to attract the hatred of all the Blood Elves present.

"Won't the others come out together? This kind of clumsy cover-up is really troublesome. Patrick said again.

The black-clothed Marsofitel, the bloodletter Borgus, and the fallen Milduran all appeared from the shadows one by one, and the traces of death in the distance, and a large number of undead were also coming towards this side, obviously the undead had already prepared, using Nakrellott and Luzlan as bait to attract the first round of attacks from the blood elves, and at the same time consume the physical strength of Patrick's troops.

Indeed, the former Dysom was cleared by the cooperation of the Blood Elves and the Forsaken, and Darkan, who controlled the undead of the entire Ghost Land, and his four lieutenants, had a lot of experience in tactical attainments, but this time it was different, Patrick said that the troops led by him were all composed of the top combat forces of Silvermoon City, and if you insist on their shortcomings, maybe they were formed temporarily, and there is no deep cooperation, and tactical cooperation is the weakness of this team.

But now, it would be naïve to try to defeat Patrick's elite troops with the middle and lower ranks of these undead in the Land of Ghosts.

With the fluctuation of several spiritual powers, Patrick's super magic technique-diffusion rift flickered, and in an instant, the two abominations, Nakrellot and Luzlan, were cut into shreds and fell to the ground, no longer regaining their previous might, and the arcane rose on his body also turned into raging flames, burning the shattered corpses.

The black-clothed Marsofitel was a little unconscious, he was once a mage of Dalaran and was familiar with arcane fluctuations, Patrick's control over magic, as well as the strength of spells, he had never heard of, and the two stitching monsters that Lord Darkan had worked so hard to make were broken down into charcoal so lightly, and Marsofitel realized that the enemy in front of him seemed to be beyond his ability.

"I'll leave the rest of the battle to you, and I want them all dead." Patrick said to Nochong and the others beside him.

"Yes, Lord Regent." Nochong turned his head to look at the black-clothed Marsofitel, the bloodletter Borgus, and the degenerate Mirduran: "Naturally, I won't let them go." ”

A strong hatred flashed in his eyes, the kingdom became like this, Darkan is simply indispensable, since ancient times, even the enemies of life and death have one day to be resolved, there is only one kind of person who will never be forgiven, and that is a traitor.

"Disgusting skeleton, are you ready to bear the reckoning of Quel'Thalas?"

……

As the head of the "Royal Forest Army" in Silvermoon City, Nuo Chong's strength is well-known throughout Quel'Thalas, if he meets a mage, with the professional characteristics of a spellbreaker, Nuo Chong's actual combat effectiveness will be improved, and the black-clothed Mar Sofitel, as Darkan's chief henchman, is undoubtedly a psychic.

Nuo Chong's shot is his own original signature spell--- last words, the black-clothed Mar Sofitel immediately has a silent magic mark on his body, this spell curses those spellcasters, when the enemy casts the spell, it will activate its effect, directly damage the caster, and will be silent for a short time, this is simply a mage killer.

Lotherma has also entered the warband, facing the Fallen Mirduran, the Archmage Quenzath against the Fraudster Yuryon, and Lanaya, who has been hiding in the shadows, is also at war with the Bloodletter.

Patrick looked at the death scars, the void that had been blasted by magic had already been filled, and the undead who had been strangled were filled with skeletons that had rushed back to help.

Endless skeletons, zombies, and ghouls crowded all over the mountain, emitting all kinds of strange tones, and rushed towards Patrick's side with their hands and feet, sharp claws and bone spurs, and fought with the troops in front of them.

"Your magic is mine!" Spellbreakers use their own characteristics to forcibly deprive others of control over summoned creatures for their own drive, and these newly summoned undead are obviously within the scope of the summoned unit.

With a burst of magic beams shining, the undead army appeared for the first time "Erwuzai", those newborn skeletons, zombies, in an instant, turned against each other, raised the weapons in their hands and slashed towards their teammates, many summoners in the natural disaster team have not yet figured out what happened, they have been attacked by their own men, and many psychics almost died on the spot.

Of course, this is only the role of this small group of lawbreaker troops in actual combat, the most common combat legions of Quel'Thalas, such as the Magister Legion and the Far Wanderer Legion, all have standard standard weapons and armaments, and in terms of weapons and armaments, no country in the entire Azeroth can compare with Quel'Thalas.

Relying on super weapons and armaments, as well as the disturbance of magical attacks, the elven army was almost one-sided to slaughter the undead, and seeing the undead collapsed, all the elven warriors let out a shout~~

"For the glory of Quel'Thalas! Charge! ”

"For the glory of Sindore~~ Destroy those undead!"

All the elves burst into bloody cries, the hatred of the undead that had accumulated for many days, the blood debt of the ruined country, and the shame of the destruction of the sunwell, all converged into the current slaughter.

In the end, Nochong pulled his weapon away from the black-clothed Marsofitel, and in the face of the strongest spellbreaker, the necromancer was really limited in what he could do.

Ma Sofitel still did not give up and said, "Even if you kill me, it is useless, Lord Darkan will repay me...... ...... of hatred"

"Soon, he'll go to hell with you." Nochong stomped on Marsofitel's skull, and he couldn't say the rest.

With the fall of the bloodletter Borgus, the degenerate Mirduran and others one by one, the war was nearing its end, and the rest of the undead were instantly chaotic. The Scourge Legion is already a mess, and with a large number of high-ranking people killed, the undead troops who have lost their command can only rely on instinct to fight, surrounded by elven troops, and it is only a matter of time before they are annihilated.