Half a minute later, there was a big explosion that destroyed the heavens and the earth.

The energy pouring out of the high-explosive bombs tore the entire Illidare outpost to pieces, and several huge chunks of earth like small hills were blasted into the sky.

Looking at the demonic limbs and flesh that flew into the sky, Rao was completely speechless for the Draenei troops who were lying in ambush two thousand meters away.

Irel felt the tremors of the ground, and she found herself weeping bitterly, gesturing in prayer in her uneasiness and fear.

Even if the bombardment was a sworn enemy of the Draenei, she was still very uncomfortable.

The continuous shelling lasted for a full three minutes, and when the shelling stopped, all that was left was ...... Dead.

Irel smiled wryly: "By the way, do you still have a part in our appearance?"

Marrad said firmly: "It is also the commander's duty to confirm the results of the battle. ”

Irel made a decision: "Then let's go up." If there are still demons who are not dead, we are obliged to give them the final blow. ”

With that, the hoof turned his head and gave the order to the mage who accompanied the army: "Call the royal ...... The kiln team prepares, and after 10 minutes, we need a coordinated infantry cannon. ”

Running 2,000 kilometers in 10 minutes is not a steep mountain road, which is considered a relatively fast armed march. But Irel couldn't help it, at first she didn't dare to let her troops get within a kilometer. After all, it is not uncommon for the new artillery of the first actual combat to fail to hit the enemy, but instead kill an entire group of Draenei infantry with a stray bullet.

By the time they reached the point of five hundred meters in front of the sentry, the hill that had risen high in the telescope had been flattened several meters.

As expected, the demon in there is still not dead.

As far as the eye could see, a crack was torn open in the nearby air, and something terrifying poured out of it: massive winged demons, and bewitching succubi, roaring in rage, wielding yellow-green demonic flames and powerful magical energy in their hands.

"Fire!" With his first experience, Irel had more confidence in the accuracy of the three ships.

After another earth-shattering explosion, the Draenei army, led by Malrad, launched a general assault on the remaining demons.

"In the name of the Light, die, demon—"

This is one of the few elites of the Draenei.

When fleeing from the demonic pursuit force sent by Kil'Gardan, countless Draenei were sacrificed. Veterans who can survive more than 5,000 years are not rare, but there are not many of them.

Marlad is one of them.

There are not many former comrades-in-arms, and the people gathered around him are all elites who participated in the last battle with the orcs.

They stood on the approach bridge outside the city of Shattrath, fearless in the face of a hundred times their own terrible orcs, and even the invincible Blackstone clan once broke in front of them.

It is a legion made of steel, each of them will as iron as iron, willing to give their lives for the Light and their fellow citizens at any time in the name of the Light.

Singing hymns unique to the Draenei, they rushed into the dusty center of the battlefield in a posture of no return, shining with golden light.

Irel could have stayed, but she opted to integrate herself into the striker, following closely behind Marrad.

Holding a short-handled hammer with a gleaming purple head in her right hand and a dexterous almost oval shield in her left hand, she lunged at her enemies with the characteristic lunges of the Draenei's recurved calves.

In the smoke, she saw a Sartre struggling on the ground. Despite the fact that it had been badly wounded, one of its left legs had been lost in the shelling, and yet it still violently ripped off the entire left arm of a draenei warrior with its claws.

"Ahhh

The result of countless combat trainings is that Iriel's movements do not deform in the slightest. She kicked hard, allowing herself to fly like an arrow, and saw the opportunity, and the rounded hammer smashed mercilessly into the head of the Sartre.

At the most appropriate moment!

The burst of the [Command Seal] caused Irel's hammer to attach additional divine damage.

"Drink—" Irel was desperate.

At this moment, she really didn't think about what the consequences would be if she missed.

In fact, she almost missed.

Sartre tilted his head at the moment when he was about to be hit in the head.

If she hadn't subconsciously deflected the hammer, it is estimated that the hammer would have rubbed against Sartre's ear by a fraction of a second.

Luckily, it was just this deviation that suddenly came from the touch of hitting a heavy object in my hand.

Right under the eyes of the Carabo apprentice, who had never actually been on the battlefield, a quarter of Sartre's hideous face was knocked away.

That kind of scene of flesh and blood, that scene of brains bursting and sputtering, it is estimated that she will not forget it for a long time.

Surprisingly, she hadn't heard of the vomiting sensation that some fighters would have when they first killed back. She was somewhat calm, even a little excited.

"I did it! I did! I put judgment on the degenerates who persecuted my people!" the hoof screamed in his heart, and his nimble eyes rolled as he caught a glimpse of another demon guard not far away who was trying to kill a human swordsman.

Without thinking, [sanctions] came out of their hands.

The divine energy followed her gesture and slammed directly into the demon's brain, causing it to be paralyzed for just three seconds.

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, the human swordsman let out a loud shout, and directly swung the giant sword in his hand, cutting off the head of this burly demon who was half a body taller than himself.

In the Hammer Fortress, the bigwigs who watched this scene from the magic video on surveillance were amazed.

Brian: "That's not bad, little hoof. If it weren't for her youthfulness at the beginning, I really wouldn't be sure, but this was her first time on the battlefield. ”

Kudran took a sip of the spirits: "Well, this qualification doesn't seem to be worse than Abidis back then!"

As a rookie egg, this is already a high evaluation.

Marshal Abydis has never been known for his force value, and that is because he still has the fierce men of the Silver Five Saints above him. There were too many top-level fierce men, so he was forced to be rated as a second-rate paladin.

Kudran gave Irel a lot of this evaluation.

Duke was chuckling. The better Irel performs, the more he proves that he has a unique vision.

The hoof is in his mind, and he will be an important milk rider in the hero group in the future!

Of course, it would be even cooler to be able to develop her command talent.

Seriously, before today, he really didn't think that she still had such a talent for playing infantry coordination. 2210