Chapter 140: The Battle
The old father-in-law, Boulder-Windranger, looked at the busy elves around him and said to Patrick, "It's not a good order to retreat before you fight. οΌΈβ
Patrick replied, "What does my father-in-law think of the Birth Me who is coming at Quel'Thalas?" β
Boulder-Windranger thought for a moment and began to reason slowly: "I don't think there will be creatures in the whole of Azeroth who would dare to attack Quel'Thallas directly, especially if it is a frontal attack, how many people who tried to attack Bandinorel in vain ended up turning into pure arcane energy. β
The old father-in-law hit the nail on the head: "Those unknown creatures are most likely not native to Azeroth. It is very likely that the visitors from the other world who destroyed the kingdom of Stormwind, and according to the information received by the council, the information collected by our scouts on the front line indicates that the unknown creatures that attacked Quel'Salas were those thugs. β
Patrick humbly responded, "Father-in-law is right. Our reference to the strength of the other side needs to be improved. β
The old father-in-law was very impressed by Patrick's performance: "Maybe your decision is the right one, and after fully understanding the local strength, it is a very reasonable decision to attack in an all-out way." Go, war is a stage for young people, and this time it will be left to you. β
Throughout, Boulder-Windranger has been confident in Quel'Thalas' ability to fight, which may be the reason why Quel'Thallas was attacked in front of the Bandinorell shield during World War II.
Patrick sent half of the elite out, and even Lorne Liuge, the intelligence chief, led his troops to appear on the battlefield, with Higgins next to him. Al. Cabolon, the guard officer of the entire Floating City,
Under the guidance of the "big cat" Legba, almost every elf in the Observer organization will go to sacrifice to Legba, and with only a few simple things and ordinary arcane materials, the spirit of the lynx will give a sigil, which can increase a large amount of attack speed and reaction speed when activated.
Known for its dexterity, the Lynx Spirit is undoubtedly capable of physical skill and agility, and all the Stalker and Warrior classes blessed by the Lynx Spirit have improved considerably.
The troops were ready to fight, and Patrick left the Floating City directly with a large army of rangers and mages that had been prepared, and waited on the ground, while the tribal army of orcs could be seen faintly in the distance.
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In the distance, Orgrim also saw something in the sky, and in the distance, it looked like a city was floating in the sky, and Orgrim was also surprised for a moment by the miracle that the elves had created with so-called magic.
After the large army entered, the big chief faintly saw that there seemed to be some native creatures waiting for the tribe's army in front of him.
"Gul'dan." Orgrim called out to his lieutenant, a warlock he had slain his apprentices and cut most of his wings. "Can you understand their indigenous language?"
Guldan bowed slightly: "I can barely understand something, Medivin has given me information about all the peoples of this continent, including the language of these native creatures." β
Orgrim gestured to the elven position in the distance and asked his temporary advisor, "Do you understand what they're saying?" Why are these creatures so prepared to gather here? β
Gul'dan replied: "Great Chief, it's just an ordinary curse, don't worry about it, we came to the northernmost part of the continent this time to conquer them, why bother too much about these inconsequential things?" β
"Well, there's nothing more to say." Orgrim drew his fame weapon, the Hammer of Destruction, and a white mist erupted from his snort: "Lok'tar Ogar! β
βlokβtar ogar!β
βlokβtar ogar!β
The surrounding orcs all echoed it, and this ancient orc language is an ancient tradition of the orc clan.
Patrick's perception has spread all around, and the silk threads of spiritual power are omnipresent, and when he heard the once familiar orc language, which was the tribe's declaration of war, Patrick immediately responded: "Go to war!" β
The rangers had already drawn their bows and arrows, and they were ready to attack at the first order, and all the elves could see that these green-skinned, fanged creatures were not good, and that there were trolls harassing them during the council's wedding celebration, and all the elves suspected that the trolls had united these unknown creatures to attack the kingdom of Quel'Thalas.
Aurelia serves as the commander of the battlefield, and Aurelia's experience in fighting the Ranger unit is definitely not comparable to Patrick's.
Aurelia's command was also very decisive, instantly interpreting the opponent's combat intentions, as well as the weakness of the army, looking at the orc infantry charging around him, Aurelia immediately ordered: "Arcane shooting, aim at the enemy's first row of warriors, scatter their charge, and release arrows." β
And Patrick stepped forward directly with his body in charge, directly blocking Orgrim's path.
Looking at a skinny native creature in front of him blocking the way, Orgrim's best charge and slam attack, countless human soldiers have proved Orgrim's powerful strength with their own blood, as well as the terrifying lethality of the Hammer of Destruction, he didn't believe that this skinny native could block it, Orgrim looked disdainful, and said secretly in his heart: "Suffer death." β
Looking at the orcs rushing in front of him, Patrick used his best energy passport, with the effect of spatial prohibition, to resist the full force of the Hammer of Destruction.
[No, dodge quickly, his attack is not strong, your judgment is wrong. Alan noticed something was wrong and warned him directly.
Reminded by Allen, Patrick did not hesitate to use the flash spell to leave the place, when the hammer of destruction hit Patrick's arcane shield, a huge friction and then the hammer of destruction emitted a cremation, and the huge force touched that layer of space forbidden, making a sizzling sound, as if the glass cracked.
"Legendary? How could he be a legendary warrior? Patrick asked in his mind.
[His attack strength has indeed reached the legendary, but his rank is still at the ninth order. Now the will of the world is still intact, and it is not so easy to break through the shackles of power and reach the realm of legends. Although the restrictions will gradually be lifted in a few years, Orgrim is still a ninth-order warrior now. γ
"He can hit a legendary damage effect with a ninth-order ability?"
[At present, it seems that yes, you had better guard against the combined effect of his charge attack, the attack is very strong, even if the legendary mage comes, he may not be able to completely resist it in the front.] γ
"I'll ......," Patrick cursed in his heart. Originally, Ogrim was an orc warrior known for his resourcefulness, and he didn't expect him to have such a strong attack, originally Ogrim was known as a hidden arrow wounder in the tribe, Patrick thought that although his frontal attack was strong,