The successful meeting of the blood elves and humans lifted the spirits of all those who participated in this battle, and they immediately joined forces and marched directly towards the slaughter square inside.

The camp of the blood elves lacks front-row troops, and generally can only rely on rangers and warriors to take the lead, giving other ranged troops plenty of room to play, and Quel'Salas is not without arcane puppets, but this kind of elves' supreme arcane creations will not be sent out to fight after all. Once an arcane golem is damaged, and the damaged arcane golem fragments are collected by someone who cares, then Quel'Salas's thousands of years of arcane secrets will be revealed.

At this point, Patrick and the rest of the Quel'Salas hierarchy have the same attitude.

And the human camp lacks long-range troops such as mages, and most of the members of the Silver Hand are paladins who are mainly close range, and in the event of a large-scale battle, they can basically only rush up and fight hard, and after a battle, the casualties of the troops can be imagined.

Now, the combination of the two armies complements each other's strengths and weaknesses and becomes a lethal coalition army.

Just approaching the Slaughter Square, rows of giant stitching monsters appeared in front of the coalition forces, and in the distance, the Death Knight standing on the stairs was dressed in gray-purple suits, holding a runic sword, and the blade of the sword still had the slightest hint of shadow.

"Baron Rivendell." Tirio sighed in his heart when he saw this former acquaintance.

"He's no longer my father, my father was a paladin who died for Lordaeron's honor." Oryx placed the Holy Light Warhammer on his chest and clasped his hands together as if to pray to the Light: "Now, I will deliver you from the hands of demons, Father. ”

The hammer in Oryx's hand erupted with intense light, as if the light was answering Oryx's prayers.

It was clear that those huge constructs had seen the living in front of them, and they hated the living so much that they attacked directly towards the coalition forces under the command of Baron Rivendell.

Similarly, Patrick's ranged troops were not idle, the mages had prepared their spells, and the rangers were all equipped with explosive arrows, and the first salvo was fired, and the spells and arrows were spinning in control, falling straight into the stitching pile, flames and explosions intertwined, flames and piercings reverberating.

However, these attacks were only a small fight for those giant stitching monsters, and some of the stitching monsters had several explosive arrows in their bodies, and a large amount of pus-filled blood immediately spewed out from the blasted parts, extinguishing the flames on their bodies.

This situation can be seen by all the elven rangers and mages, after all, this way of extinguishing the fire is indeed beyond everyone's imagination.

Without wasting a single moment, the second round of attacks was immediately launched, flames and arrows flew away, and the paladins blocking the front row also defended with shields, and the paladins in the back directly used the consecrated holy flame to create a temporary position.

The huge brute force of the stitching monster, as well as the attributes of thick skin and not afraid of life and death, are almost invincible on the battlefield, those huge chain hooks are thrown at the coalition forces, and the soldiers who are hooked are dragged into the camp of the natural disaster like corpses in an instant, and they don't even react, they are divided by the stitching monsters.

After the rain of arrows and mages are over, all the front-row soldiers officially come into contact with the stitching monsters, and the scene of flesh and blood is inevitable, whether it is a natural disaster, or a blood elf and human alliance, there are stumps and broken arms splashed all the time, holy light, shadows, plagues, arcane, all kinds of energy overflowing on the battlefield.

Although there are a large number of these high-level undead, their number is far less than that of the combined forces of the Blood Elves and the Scarlet Crusaders, and the entire coalition army also has a mix of various arms, and the actual combat effectiveness is not comparable to this group of troops that are stitched and mixed.

There was almost half an hour of fighting, and the stumps, broken arms, intestines, internal organs, carrion, and broken bones on the ground were everywhere, and the smell was unbearable.

The Stitcher's attack had been repulsed, and the large Stitch Monster at the head, Ramsden the Swallower, was driven by Baron Rivendell to shrink his line with the Abominations, ready to defend against the collective charge of the Coalition.

The baron in the distance did not show a trace of panic, and even took the initiative to draw the hilt of his sword, with a great posture of joining the battle, that calm and unhurried look, as if the victory was already in hand.

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, several purple magic arrays appeared on the periphery of the entire slaughter square, and several voices came from the magic circle.

"Your lives and a** have no meaning! You are now the acolytes of your master, and you must obey him unconditionally! Your highest glory is to die for your master! ”

"You have foolishly stepped into the path that leads to death...... Ignorant of forces beyond your imagination. You are fighting your way into the realm of the Reapers...... Now there is only one path ahead of you, going further and further down the path of the curse of loneliness. ”

"Parchwick plays with you!"

"Rise up, my warriors, and be faithful to your master once more!!"

"Life itself is meaningless, only death can make you understand the true meaning of human nature!!"

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How could Patrick not remember these familiar lines, Black Witch Farina, Reaper Gotic, Parchvik, Plaguebringer North, Alexandros Mograini, these familiar personnel, without exception, were all core figures in Naxxramas back then.

Looking at the teleportation circle that continued to light up, Patrick immediately began to prepare magic, there are more and more strong people in Naxxramas, although Kel'thugad and Saffron did not fight in person, but the appearance of these high-end combat forces will cause a large loss to the coalition forces.

The spiritual horizon began to be laid, and supermagical techniques such as arcane enhancement and spatial spell sequences began to intertwine in Patrick's consciousness, and the core magic "dimensional anchor" was ready to be completed, and a blue arcane enchantment began to spread from Patrick's feet.

The purple circle of the Scourge collapsed and dissipated after encountering Patrick's spatial confinement magic, and the large-scale teleportation magic that Kel'thugad personally presided over in Naxxramas was dispersed, and the teleportation was terminated and could not be continued.

As for the Scarlet Crusaders, Darien's face changed dramatically when he saw that familiar face: "Father? That's impossible. "Alexandros Mograini is one of the leaders of the Silver Hand, and as the most devout believer of the Light, his depravity has struck Darion hard.

"What's going on? Who told me. Darien almost roared and shouted, how his father, the father he respected the most, had become the enemy he had fought all his life, and how this made Darien acceptable.

And Oryx Rivendell, who was sympathetic to the disease, said with relief: "Your Excellency Alexandros is also involuntarily, those abominable natural disasters have desecrated the corpses of these heroic spirits, we must rescue them, and we cannot let the natural disasters continue to desecrate them." ”

For the first time, Darien felt the same way as Orrix, seeing that he had become a Death Knight's father, and they wanted to destroy those scourges immediately.

This was also the first time that Darion felt so angry, not even the destruction of Lordaeron and the betrayal of Prince Arthas could not stir up such a monstrous wave in Darion's heart.

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