At this time, the mage group of the High Elves was suppressed by the two-headed cannibal magicians. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info How terrifying is the two-headed ogre who is born with multiple spell-casting abilities, and who really tries it. It's not a question of one plus one equaling two. It's a breakdown of an elf against a twin mage who completely transcends the concept of telepathy.

Both heads, cast spells at the same time, and are smart enough to hit you with fire or frost magic with one head, and the other head directly to some physical attack such as [Earth Spike]. With the combination of multiple attributes and the perfect level of coordination, one can often suppress three or four elven mages of the same level, leaving them with no time to attack the main force of the charging orcs.

The spellbreaker who is proficient in destroying the opponent's spell casting is killed in front of the battle, but the effect is not very good. Because it is a two-headed ogre, the ogre casts spells with two heads at the same time, often using two completely different sets of magic circuits. What a lawbreaker can prohibit at the same moment is often only one set of circuits.

Those perverted guys can use more than one set of circuits, and the result is that the effect of the lawbreaker is very poor. It probably only weakened the enemy's combat power by less than 30%.

Marksmen can indeed shoot arrows into the vital points of orc warriors from the gaps in those iron cans, but unfortunately there are too few real marksmen, even if a few orcs fall occasionally, the orcs behind will instantly fill the vacant position.

The elves' throwing carts are also frantically pouring triangular whirling blades, and if they hit, they will surely plow a bloody path among the orcs. The problem is that there are a lot of elite orc captains mixed in with the charging team. Many of the awesome guys can even use heavy weapons to directly knock the whirling blades fired by the throwing cart.

At this moment, Kael'thas and the elven higher-ups finally realized what Aurelia meant by the green frenzy. The enemies in front of you seem to be endless, giving people a sense of powerlessness that they can't kill no matter how much they kill.

At this time, from the huge fog, the Red Dragon Legion driven by the Dragon Roar Orcs came out.

The orc armored infantry that spread all over the mountains easily overwhelmed the infantry array of elven warriors. The ornate and thin armor of the elves exploded in mid-air with the blast of their master.

The troll pitcher, armed with a metal spear and a long time since the shotgun was replaced, easily shot and killed the precious spellbreaker of Silvermoon City with his powerful spear. The slender kite-shaped shield of the spellbreaker was too small and too thin in the rain of spears.

The unstoppable two-headed ogre charged in front of the battle, with its unimaginable strength and agility beyond the concept of ogre, quickly dismantled the arcane constructs into slag-like parts.

The mountain giants roared and roared, but their bulky movements had little effect on Goron, who was as strong as them and more agile. On the back of each Goron is an orc sitting on a chair nailed to Golon's back, manipulating Golon's movements with iron chains. The chain of rings attached to Goron's arms was cruel, bloody, but effective, and the half-tame Goron knew it was time to turn or dodge as soon as the chain was pulled.

Unless any Elven Ranger shoots those who ride them, these enslaved Gorons are the most terrifying war machines of all.

However, it wasn't easy, and each of them was a small clan orc strengthened by the Storm Altar. They are often blessed with wind shields. Arrows fired directly at them are destined to be deflected by the wind.

It was a war that was suppressed on all fronts.

In almost every link, the elves were pressed and beaten by the tribe.

In the center of the battlefield, an elven flag stands out.

There is a golden flame on the red base, which is the Eternal Flame Legion. The first infantry regiment to be formed since the High Elves crossed east from Kalimdor.

It has participated in the Founding War, the First Battle of Silvermoon City, and the Troll War 3,000 years ago.

Back then, even in the face of the terrifying First Legion of the Amani Troll Empire, the invincible Troll Elite, who numbered more than three times as many as them, were defeated in front of them.

The Founder of Quel'Thalas, Darsmar *Sunstrider, once said that this was a true legion of Queldore's (High Elves) pioneering spirit forged by Iron Will.

With an unending fighting spirit and an unquenchable fighting spirit, they can definitely fight to the last soldier on the battlefield.

But the legion is now nearly completely wiped out.

As the left and right flanks began to crumble, none of them fled.

They didn't lose to the will, but they lost to the new era, to the stronger and better equipped Blackstone legions, who were still stuck in the old ways of fighting.

The few remaining flags had not been held up in the green frenzy for a long time, and in a few blinks of an eye, they had been completely submerged.

Watching an orc hold aloft the broken Eternal Flame Battle Banner, Kael'thas on the podium collapsed on the spot.

The pale lips muttered, "It's over! It's over!"

For his expedition, the Eternal Flame Legion, which his father temporarily transferred to him, was completely wiped out in less than ten minutes in the battle against the tribe.

How could he have the face to go back to his father?

The legions were completely wiped out, and the battle flag was taken. Anyone who knows a little about the military structure of the High Elves will understand. The legion of the Eternal Flame has completely disappeared from this reality.

Its former prestige, and all its glorious history, were taken away by the orcs, and completely disappeared from this land in the moment of shame.

Kael'thas almost killed himself!

A graceful female mage pounces on Kael'thas - she is the great star sorcerer Solan Liane, the hardcore of Prince Kael'thas.

"Your Highness, withdraw first! Quel'Salas can't do without you! Otherwise, the blood of the royal family will be cut off!

More die-hard Kael'thas loyalists pounced on Kael'thas and held Kael'thas to his death.

When Kael'thas raised the retreat banner from his command platform, the entire elven front collapsed like an avalanche.

The elves cried and wailed, threw away all their weapons and equipment, and turned to run.

The most taboo thing on the battlefield is to break up. Especially when the opponent's speed is no less than your own, it is a nightmare.

The orc laughed and smashed the elves who remained to resist into meat sauce.

The trolls grinned madly as they pinned one slender elf after another to the ground with the metal spears provided by the orcs. Looking at the dying elves struggling and writhing on the ground like frogs waiting to be dissected, the trolls let out their resentment that had been building up for thousands of years.

The murderous trolls naturally continued to pursue the elves, while the psychopathic trolls began the most brutal torture, slowly tearing these handsome men and women in the eyes of humans to pieces one by one. (To be continued.) )