The expected big battle of table tennis did not start at the first time.

Garona was armed with a bizarre bone dagger, and it was clear that she was hesitant. Because in this large room of more than 100 square meters, she saw a standard blonde human youth, which was very similar to the human nobles she saw in Stormwind Fortress. This confused her, and despite her instincts telling her that something was wrong, her sanity took control of her body and she stopped.

The moment Duke saw it, he preferred that Garona had been reckless to the end.

That guy in his world marked by the system elves, it is clear that the ground is marked with a red skeleton of Dou Da, and the racial label is Sartre!

"Kill him!" Duke shouted a little late.

The blonde nobleman suddenly had a mocking look on his face, opened his mouth slightly, and screamed, and a stream of crimson smoke came out of his mouth, then his eyes, nostrils, and ears. In less than two seconds, the red smoke that seemed to be alive turned into some kind of corrosive substance, melting the nobleman's facial features like molten wax into a vague human form.

In front of more than twenty raiders, he transformed, a stench of evil runes enveloping him, rejecting all external attacks.

Duke and the others could only watch as the creature knelt on his knees, curled up on the ground, his skin turning red, and then, like a poisonous snake shedding its skin, what was inside peeled off from the empty shell of a lifeless and soulless human.

The red runes that shrouded this guy suddenly burst out and shot out in all directions, and Duke only had time to release a shield made of arcane energy before those strange runes arrived.

This was not a particularly premeditated attack.

The bursting runes appear scattered. Unfortunately, there are still several elite fighters who can't dodge and are affected. Even if their hands and feet were protected by strong armor, just a little bit of it would directly burn through the armor, and when touched by the runes, there was a burning sensation like being splashed by high-temperature molten steel.

Naturally, there were priests who entered with Lothar. Originally, Lothar was preparing for a strong attack, and it didn't matter if it would be discovered. After the warrior hurriedly removed his armor, the middle-aged priest tried to use the power of the light to dispel the red rune that had stained the warrior's arm, but was stunned to find that his strength was powerless. Intensely corrosive runes spread from the wound like a plague spreading at high speed.

Lothar's pupils shrank, and his sword fell, and with a single sword, he ripped off a large piece of flesh from the victim's arm and flew away.

The rest of the warriors were treated similarly, and each one of them had a change in face, which was the most typical demonic power.

"Hahaha! Why do you want to come here to die!"

The red light faded, and a demon Sartre with a huge goat's head appeared, and with a burst of arrogant laughter, a typical Sartre appeared in front of everyone.

Unexpectedly, the other side did not immediately attack. On the contrary, Sartre, who had crimson skin on his upper body, made a nondescript aristocratic salute to Lothar - his left hand on his right chest, his right hand threw the small hat on his head out, and he bowed forward slightly and nodded at the same time.

"You must be Anduin Lothar, right? Tristan Evil Hoof salutes you. Tristan spoke the standard human lingua franca.

Anduin noticed that this guy was still speaking with a very standard Lordaeron aristocratic accent. Anduin's pupils shrank.

"Are you waiting for me?"

"Wait? No, no, no, it was just an accident. It seems that your little mage has a decent strength. In fact, in your ...... I didn't even feel your presence before the orc scouts touched my room. But since you are here, let everyone but Sir Lothar die. ”

More than one person noticed Tristan's subtle rhetoric. It is clear that the lives of all but Lothar are meaningless in the eyes of Sargeras.

"I hate you. "Garona didn't have the patience to listen to this Sartre's nonsense, and went straight to attack.

For the first time, Anduin and Duke witnessed Garona's move.

A series of cold lights suddenly burst out.

Garona's quick shot made Duke subconsciously think of the word 'barrage'. A barrage of countless hot weapons as they fire. The remnants of light and shadow that looked like a light bullet clearly showed how fast Garona was shooting!

Almost everyone on Lothar's side had the feeling that they were in a dream, and they were all covering their hearts and asking themselves if they could withstand such an attack.

Even Lothar, who had tentatively fought with Garona, had the same look of surprise.

This orc...... It's amazing.

Garona is not short, her height of 1.80 meters is even taller than many men. Despite her slender physique, she is stronger than the muscles of many human warriors.

It's such a stout woman, who has agility and speed beyond most people's dynamic vision. It really surprised everyone.

It's such an attack, and it can't be done with one blow.

The rune-strewn floor was crisscrossed with long traces of sharp weapons, some of which were more than an inch wide. It was the mark left by Tristan dodging Garona's onslaught.

This demon also has superhuman agility.

However, Tristan* Evil Hoof is not a being to be beaten!

He let out a low roar, and the room full of bookshelves suddenly felt a little shaky, many books fell from the top of the bookshelves, and some bad demons who were covered in blue and only a little as high as people's knees rushed out from behind the bookshelves.

Not only the bookshelves, but also in the void in the room, and even on the roof, more than a dozen blood-red portals like vertical pupils were opened. It's just that the other side of the portal isn't a good place for birds and flowers, it's supposed to be some kind of terrifying space full of evil.

Countless dwarf demons poured out of the portal, and without saying a word, they smashed small fireballs directly into the human warriors in the room.

For the sake of flexibility, Lothar's elite soldiers did not choose a bulky tower shield. Most of the standard Kite-shaped shields of Stormwind were used, and it was clear that such shields were not sufficient to protect against fireballs coming from all directions.

Fighter Diga, a 28-year-old veteran, enlisted in the army at the age of 16. Fought fishmen, killed jackals, fought beasts, and carried orcs. As a fighter in the most prime time, his experience is not insignificant. But when he faced the mysterious attack of the unknown, he was momentarily stunned.

The fireball rushed to his face, the kind of light that hit at high speed and expanded rapidly in his field of vision, so that he was ready to close his eyes and wait for death, but at this time, a bright blue light suddenly flashed behind him.