First of all, Manolos's two sweeping sneak attacks, and then Imotar's mana burning in the air, nearly a thousand obsidian destroyers were crippled by Leo.

What can dozens of Obsidian Destroyers do?

Annihilate a large army of humans?

Suppressing hundreds of human mages?

Well, they can do both, but what can they do now with an army of mages that the Alliance has done its best to assemble?

They can't do anything but get killed.

The Obsidian Destroyer troops are finished!

Without their suppression, the mage who had been holding back for most of the day was finally able to vent his anger, and various spells such as fireballs, ice arrows, and ice spears lit up the sky, and the magic not only drove away the darkness, but also brought heavy casualties to the xenomorphs.

Leo patted Imotar's tuǐ and motioned for the disaster dog to shrink in size, the Demon Lord's size was too big, and he stood in the middle of the Alliance army formation to block the view of many people.

"It's rare that you've tamed it."

Hawksbill's exclamation rang out from the side, and Leo looked to see the Ranger King walking towards him under the guidance of an Alliance officer.

The Blood Elves are members of the Horde, and Hawksbill is so openly present in the Alliance formation, isn't Kael'thas afraid to break with the Horde?

Leo had a question in his mind, and when he thought about it, it didn't seem like a big deal.

The Blood Elves joined the tribe for survival reasons, but the miserable situation of the Kingdom of Quel'Salas at that time made the Blood Elves have no choice at all, and when the survival of the race is threatened, Lothama has to agree to Sylvanas's invitation to make the Blood Elves a member of the tribe in order to obtain reinforcements from the Forsaken.

Time has changed, and the current situation of the Blood Elves is very different from Leo's first visit to Silvermoon City.

The threat of the Death Stain, Darkan of Dysom, the army of the Scourge of the Eastern Plaguelands...... None of these threats are gone. Moreover, Kael'thas was successfully promoted to demigod, where does the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas still need to look at other people's faces?

Besides, it was Lotherma who promised to join the tribe in the first place, not Kael'thas. After returning to Silvermoon City from Draenor, the Blood Elf Prince made it clear to him that he was dissatisfied with Lotherma. And the fact that the tribe had vaguely passed the news of the ruins of Angela to Vissel gave them another excuse, and they were already dissatisfied with joining the tribe and had a reason, and Kael'thas could figure out what he would do with his toes.

The hard-nosed Blood Elf Prince and the indecisive Lotherma are two different people, and their ruling styles are very different.

Wait for Hawksbill to come to him. Leo asked, "Are your men in place?" ”

There had been no elves involved in the previous battle, and there was only one possibility for Hawksbill to appear at this time. That is, the army of the blood elves is going to war.

"Vandal asked us to help the tribe, and His Highness agreed, but our army will not be in the company of orc trolls. So in terms of formation, it will be close to the alliance. It is better to be next to the army of Araço. ”

Hawksbill brought Kael'thas demands - I'm going to make a move, what about your people?

To say that the army of the Kingdom of Araso to participate in this war is indeed too small, and the number of 10,000 people is not even a fraction of that of the Kingdom of Storm or Gilneth, so it is embarrassing to say that he is one of the three major kingdoms of mankind in the alliance?

Even if the Araso Kingdom is cheeky to this extent, Varian and they are not stupid, how can they agree that the Araso Kingdom will only make such a small effort?

"I see." Leo nodded. Motioning to Hawksbill that he had understood what Kael'thas meant, "Reassure Kael'thas." As soon as the army of blood elves enters the battle, my people will appear immediately, and they are guaranteed to surprise everyone. ”

Leo's words made Varian, Magni and the others suspicious, could the kingdom of Araso have any powerful hole cards?

The leaders of the alliance were not half surprised that Hawksbill had found Leo, the cooperation between Jīliubao and Silvermoon City was not a secret to them, they were surprised that Leo was so confident in the army of the Kingdom of Alaso, where did his confidence come from?

It can be seen from the 10,000 people who participated in the war in the Kingdom of Araso that Scarlett transferred all of them were recruits, and these recruits were still regular troops of the Kingdom of Arasaw, what was there to be surprised about such a force?

Even if the Kingdom of Arathso sent their army of veterans, it wouldn't surprise everyone.

Could it be the Summoner Legion formed under the auspices of Leo?

No one knew what kind of medicine was sold in Leo's gourd, only Hawksbill had a vague guess.

The Ranger King gave Leo a look of understanding without saying a word, and then stepped back, he was going to reply to Kael'thas and put the Blood Elf army on the stage of the Battle of Angela.

"The relationship between Silvermoon City and the Horde...... Hey hey ......"

After Hawksbill left, Magni and Cardros laughed, the two dwarven leaders didn't finish their words, but the meaning was complete - the blood elves and orc trolls would definitely go further and further.

The glow of magic lit up from the back of the tribe, and the army of the blood elves appeared.

With the sound of whizzing arrows breaking through the air, the elven ranger pulled out the big bow in his hand, and the sharp arrows rained down, and one by one the xenomorph insects were shot back and forth.

The elves finally struck.

Seeing this, Sarufar and Lexa were relieved, and after Kael'thas returned to take charge of Silvermoon City, the attitude of the blood elves took a 180-degree turn, and their attitude, which had some cooperation with orcs and trolls, became extremely cold, and even such a major event as a war with the beetle people was perfunctory, which made Sarufar both atmospheric and helpless.

Fortunately, the blood elves did not do anything more excessive, and finally reached out when the tribal warriors were weakened by the long battle.

Compared to the Alliance, the current weakness of the tribe is that there are not many people who can carry out large-scale damage, whether it is a war machine like guns or a spellcaster like a mage warlock who can attack in groups, the tribe is far inferior to the Alliance, which is why their combat power is far more lost than the Alliance.

Fighting against an opponent like the Yaki Empire, a lack of area-of-effect firepower means you'll have to expend more strength on the opponent's cannon fodder troops.

Orcs and trolls have more warriors and fewer mages, and blood elves are the opposite.

The latter spellcaster grabs a handful, and with an existence like the Silver Moon Ranger, the long-range firepower is extremely strong, but the warrior and other classes that may resist the enemy's attack head-on are less than one in ten. Less can be less.

More than ninety percent of the blood elves with strong warrior talents would rather be low-level mages for the rest of their lives than become warriors, which shows how obsessed they are with magic.

Magic rains down with arrows. The xenomorph swarm was suppressed. The warriors of the Horde finally had time to catch their breath.

Sarufar and Lexa were overjoyed by the Blood Elves' participation in the war, and although these long-eared ears were so arrogant that they wanted to cut them down, their strength was unquestionable, and with their help, the casualty rate of the tribal warriors could be reduced by more than thirty percent.

But it's fast. Sarufar and Lexa's euphoria turned to anger.

The Blood Elves belong to the Horde camp, and they should move towards the main formation of the Horde Army after entering the war. But instead of that, they kept moving towards the coalition camp.

"Hún Dan, what do they want to do?"

Lexa snarled under his breath. If it weren't for the fact that the Blood Elves had not weakened their fire support for the Horde army while moving towards the Alliance camp. The orc hero had already questioned loudly.

The Blood Elves' actions sparked a stir among the horde army, and although they were quickly suppressed by the officers, many orc and troll warriors regarded them as enemies in their hearts.

Do those disgusting long-eared people want to betray the Horde?

Why are they leaning towards the Alliance, and these guys don't know that they are still part of the tribe?

Sarufar's face was equally composed, and instead of being as blindly angry as the others, he quickly thought about the reason, and soon he understood what was going on.

Blood elves don't trust orcs and trolls in the first place. Not long ago, there was an error in the information about the Anqila Ruins, which consumed the little trust that the blood elves had left. How could they, who already had no sense of belonging to the tribe, run into the tribe of orcs and trolls?

Those damn hún light, it's all their bad things.

Sarufar didn't blame the blood elves indiscriminately, he would have reacted the same way if it were him, he hated those blind and arrogant and warlike guys in the clan, if they hadn't been doing the wind and rain inside, how could such a thing happen?

As if knowing that he had gone too far, the army of blood elves did not get too close to the alliance, but left a certain gap.

Sarufar felt a lot better when he saw this, although the distance between the blood elves and the tribe's main formation was much farther than they were from the alliance, didn't they not join forces with the alliance in the end, which meant that things had not yet reached the worst stage.

However, as soon as this idea came to mind, a change suddenly happened.

Crackling!

There was a crisp sound in the gap between the blood elves and the alliance army, and this sound strangely overwhelmed the various noises in the battlefield, and made those who heard it have a clear understanding in their hearts - something was broken.

Crackle Crackle......

Before everyone could react, a series of crackling sounds enveloped the battlefield.

Under the illumination of the magical light, everyone clearly saw that the space between the blood elves and the alliance army was cracking, as if something was about to break through the space and descend on this world.

What's wrong?

Questions lingered in everyone's minds.

Fortunately, this problem did not bother them for long, and a behemoth smashed the space, gradually revealing its true face.

Naxxramas!

Although the behemoth only revealed a small part of it, Varian, who was familiar with it, recognized it as the air fortress Naxxramas that Leo had snatched from Kel'thugad.

After a mysterious disappearance, Naxxramas finally reappeared, and what did Leo mean by not letting it fly into the air but letting it fall to the ground?

Just as Varian was looking inquiringly at Naxxramas, the gates of the fortress suddenly opened, and the sound of neat footsteps came from inside the fortress, and a whole lineup of murderous troops came out from within, and they were wearing the robes of Arathso.