Rain of Fire?

Of course not! Well, to be precise, this is not a simple rain of flames, but a battlefield version of the rain of flames.

Leo didn't answer Frelin's question, since the others thought of the spell that killed the gargoyles as a rain of fire, and that wasn't entirely wrong.

Boom Boom Boom ...... Hundreds of huge fireballs with a diameter of ten meters smashed down, and the powerful magic exploded, and the ground let out a painful groan in a violent tremor, and the loud impact and explosion shook people's ears.

The crimson flames burned violently, illuminating the entire entrance to the Hand of Tyr, and the poor skeleton mages gathered together were burned to ashes in the flames, and more than seventy percent of the ranged attackers of the Scourge army's low-level undead were wiped out in the blow.

Low-level undead such as skeleton zombies have long since lost their bodies water, and their shriveled bodies are good materials for burning, and when the splashing sparks hit them, the dry wood meets the flames.

Due to the dense position of the Scourge Legion, the fire spread rapidly, and often a low-level undead spirit caught fire could ignite several undead disasters in its vicinity, and everyone who observed the battle situation through the magic image saw a red color spreading rapidly in the Scourge army.

In order to prevent the entire cannon fodder regiment from being burned to the ground, the natural disaster army behind them did not dare to step forward again, they stopped the attack and stood in the distance, waiting for the fire in front of them to be extinguished.

The Scourge Army's Sea of the Dead offensive was stopped.

After the bombardment, there was even a splash effect, how much did Leo strengthen the rain of fire?

Liadlin was secretly frightened in her heart, although the body of the low-level undead was as easy to ignite as dry firewood, but not any flame could do it to this extent, it was impossible for ordinary flames to spread so quickly, otherwise the sea of the undead of the Scourgeon Legion would not be so troublesome, and any few fire mages could destroy them.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Leo blinked under the gaze of Leah Delin and Varian and others, he was actually shy.

Everyone rolled their eyes, do you dare to fake your expression?

Ignoring the white eyes of the others, Leo summoned the Oak Sage to reach out and grab it into his body, and the mana he had lost was replenished a lot. Poor Oak Sage, in Leo's mind, this creature with abundant psionic energy has become a tonic.

Under the strange gaze of the others, Leo once again summoned a psionic creature - the Wolf's Heart.

It turned out that when he summoned the Oak Wise Man just now, Leo suddenly remembered that he still had the skill of summoning the heart of the wolf, and he couldn't help but be ashamed, the heart of the wolf that could be blessed by the range was actually forgotten by him in the corner for an unknown amount of time, it was really undeserved.

An oak wise man can replenish one-fifth of Leo's total mana, and the spell he cast just now did not use one-fifth of his mana, so naturally there is no need to ingest it again.

The Wolf Infused Heart is similar to the Oak Sage in that it also has no ability to attack, and the difference between the two is that the Oak Sage can increase a person's qi and blood - which is equivalent to increasing health, while the Wolf Infusion Heart increases the destruction efficiency of the energy carried during the attack - which is equivalent to damage blessing.

A layer of absent energy escaped from the heart of the wolf, which was used by Leo to replenish mana as soon as the Oak Sage appeared, and the others did not feel it, but now the heart of the wolf made them understand the power of this energy summon that looked like a cluster of light summoned by Leo.

"It's actually a summon blessed by group ability, and you have brought me a lot of surprise."

Fording was the first to sense the effects of the Wolf Heart, and the Silver Hand Lord was intrigued by the peaceful energy of psionic creatures.

"This is the heart of the wolf, it can only make us more efficient in dealing with the undead natural disaster, and the carving insect skill is not worth mentioning."

Hearing Ferdin's praise for Leo's humility, but no one would take his words seriously, why did this kid have a smug expression on his face if he was really the same?

After the plague bats were continued, the rock-skinned gargoyles were also destroyed, and the air forces of the Scourge army had been abolished, leaving only the Frost Dragon Legion led by Saxilon, as the trump card of Naxxramas, Kel'thugad obviously wouldn't easily beat it out, but he wouldn't just leave it at that.

Although Leo did not relax his attention at all as he spoke, Naxxramas did not relax at all, and Naxxramas, which had already floated above the entrance to the Hand of Tyr after the rock-skinned gargoyle was destroyed, did not pour out any more troops, and it hovered quietly over the battlefield.

There was a raging fire on the ground, and the Scourge Legion's offensive was hindered by the fire and was forced to stop, and Naxxramas remained motionless in the sky, as if a giant beast on standby was full of depression.

What does Kel'thugad want to do?

Leo was puzzled, he was about to get the skeleton fighter to come forward to attack the city in the sky when Naxxramas moved, and something appeared in the passage where the plague bats and rock-skinned gargoyles gushed out, but this time the things that appeared were different from the previous two times, because they were some liquids, some liquids with an inexplicable smell.

The men with night vision noticed that the liquid gushing out of Naxxramas's outer passage was a miserable green, and their faces turned pale in an instant.

"Damn it, it's the venom contaminated with the plague!"

"What is the magician doing, quickly prop up the protective barrier."

The people who recognized the miserable green liquid hurriedly shouted loudly, they were not afraid of the face to face with the undead scourge, even if the other party was dozens or hundreds of times their own number, but they were afraid of these venom that could spread the plague, because it would make their bodies decline until they died, but death was not a relief but the beginning of another tragedy, because after death they would become the undead scourge driven by the Lich King.

No one wants this to happen to them, so the reaction of the soldiers is understandable.

Hearing that this was a poison with a plague, the mages in the army did not dare to slack off, and the translucent magic shield before the plague venom spilled by Naxxramas fell, protecting the sky of Tyr's hand.

"Damn the Scourge Legion, damn Kel'thugad, he's going to use the plague against us, and wants me to become a lackey of the Lich King."

Kel'thugad's purpose was seen through by everyone, and countless shouts and curses rang out.

But what if you scold loudly, there is no solution, and no matter how hard you scold, it won't help.

The Scourge Legion already had an absolute numerical superiority, and it was the attack launched in the middle of the night to seize the time, and now it is not even engaged in a head-on battle with itself, and the pioneer has consumed his own combat power by cannon fodder, and now he is using the plague, how can it not make people angry when they encounter such a despicable and shameless opponent?

The plague venom landed on the magical protective barrier set up by the mages, and immediately made a sound of objects being corroded, and green smoke quickly spread, and the sky of the Hand of Tyr was dyed green.

"It seems that the Scourge has developed a new plague poison that can corrode magic shields, which is bad."

Furding looked at the magic shield above his head with an anxious expression on his face, and in his memory, it was not without a situation where the stronghold was dealt with with by the Scourge Legion with plague venom, whenever he encountered the other party splashing plague venom, he could keep it out as long as he held up the magic shield, but now he encountered a new situation.

The magic shield can still block the plague venom, but this is at the cost of quickly consuming the mana of the mage who built it, and the mage's mana is limited, and the large shield that shrouds Tyr's hand is not low to maintain, plus the corrosion of the plague venom, how long can they last?

In order to win Kel'thugad, he really could use any means, and what is the difference between Naxxramas doing this and throwing a plague barrel?

Leo looked at the green smoke that was isolated by the magic shield, and kept thinking about how to solve it.

Once the Hand of Tyr's magic shield is broken, not only will the plague venom spill in, but also the obviously poisonous green smoke will drift in. Venom can be used to block things, but what about gas? Before you become a god, you can't stop breathing.

"All the priests do their hands to disperse."

Liadrin's voice sounded, and the Blood Elf Countess obviously thought of this problem as well, and under her command, the priests of the Silver Cross and other reinforcements in the hands of Tyr used their dispersal techniques to clear the smoke outside the shield, and the green smoke faded a lot between the golden light of the Dao, but this did not solve the problem fundamentally.

The source of the green smoke is the plague venom sprayed by Naxxramas, and it is simply not possible to block this source and just clean up the green smoke.

"Wow ......"

The sound of a terrible bird call sounded, and it was so sad that it made me want to vomit blood, and five large black birds that looked very similar to the Zuaman War Eagle were summoned by Leo and quickly flew into the air. The five big black birds were also smart, they didn't rush out stupidly, but looked out through a translucent magic shield.

"Storm Crow, hard."

When everyone was at a loss, Leo came up with a solution, and that was to use the power of the Storm Raven, derived from the wind-controlling ability of the Amani Troll Eagle to sacrifice to Ekilsun.

The five storm ravens ordered by their master flapped their wings vigorously, and five cyclones like small tornadoes appeared with their movements. The appearance of these five cyclones caused a strong wind to blow in the sky above the Hand of Tyr, and the plague venom sprinkled by Naxxramas was blown away from the direction by the strong wind, and the plague venom with strong corrosive ability was sprinkled outside the Hand of Tyr, and fell into the cannon fodder regiment gathered by the Scourge army, and suddenly the sound of flesh and bone being corroded sounded.

Naxxramas's plague venom did not hurt the enemy in the hard blowing of the storm crows, but killed a large number of his own people.

Thank you Amani troll, thank you to the eagle for sacrificing to Ekilsun, Leo held his chin and looked at Naxxramas in the sky, I don't know what else you can do, Kel'thugad?

(To be continued)