Chapter 1447 The First Battle of Hooves

Half a minute later, there was a big explosion that seemed to destroy the world.

The energy pouring out from the high-explosive bomb tore the entire Illidari outpost into pieces, and several huge pieces of earth like hills were blown into the sky.

Seeing the demon limbs and flesh flying into the sky, even the Draenei troops who were ambushing two thousand meters away were completely speechless.

Yrel felt the tremors coming from the ground, and she found that she was crying bitterly, and kept making praying gestures amid uneasiness and fear.

Even though the bombardment was against the draenei's mortal enemies, she was still very uncomfortable with it.

The continuous bombardment lasted for a full three minutes. When the bombardment stopped, all that was left was...dead silence.

Yrel smiled bitterly: "By the way, do we still have a role to play?"

Maraad said firmly: "It is also the commander's responsibility to confirm the results of the battle."

Yrel made a decision: "Then let's go. If there are still demons that are not dead, we have an obligation to give them the final blow."

After saying that, he turned around and gave an order to the magician accompanying the army: "Call the royal... Yaozi team to prepare. In 10 minutes, we will need an infantry and artillery coordination."

Running two thousand meters in 10 minutes is not a steep mountain road. It is considered a relatively fast armed march. But Yirel had no choice. At first, she did not dare to let her troops get closer than a thousand meters. After all, the new artillery failed to hit the enemy in the first actual combat. Instead, a stray bullet killed an entire team of Draenei infantry. This was not unusual.

When they arrived 500 meters in front of the sentry post, the hilltop that was high in the telescope had been flattened by several meters.

As expected, the demon inside is not dead yet.

Visible to the naked eye, a crack opened in the nearby air, and some terrifying things poured out impatiently: huge winged demons, and seductive succubus, they roared angrily and waved their hands. Yellow-green evil flames, and powerful magical energy.

"Fire!" With this first experience, Yrel had greater confidence in the accuracy of the three warships.

After another earth-shaking explosion, the draenei army, led by Maraad, launched a general attack on the remaining demons.

"In the name of the Holy Light, go to hell, devil——"

These are the few elite draenei left.

Countless Draenei sacrificed their lives while escaping from the demon-hunting troops sent by Kil'jaeden. Veterans who can live for more than five thousand years are not rare, but they are not that numerous.

Maraad is one of them.

There are not many comrades left, and those gathered around him are all elites who participated in the last battle with the orcs.

They stood on the approach bridge outside Shattrath City, showing no fear in the face of orcs a hundred times their size. Even the arrogant Blackrock Clan once fell in front of them.

This is a legion made of steel. Each of them has a will as strong as iron. In the name of the Holy Light, they are willing to sacrifice their lives for the Holy Light and their compatriots at any time.

They sang the draenei's unique hymn, and rushed into the center of the dusty battlefield with a posture of no return, shining with golden light.

Yrel could have stayed, but she chose to merge herself with the vanguard, following closely behind Maraad.

She held a short-handled hammer with a shining purple hammer head in her right hand, and a dexterous, approximately oval-shaped shield in her left hand. She took a lunge unique to the draenei's recurved calves and quickly rushed towards the enemy.

In the smoke and dust, she saw a Sartre struggling on the ground. Even though it was seriously injured, and one of its left legs was missing in the bombardment, it still ferociously tore off the entire left arm of a Draenei warrior with its claws.

"Ahhh!" The male Draenei warrior screamed and launched a counterattack at the Satyr, but was blocked by a claw.

The result of countless battle training is that Yrel's movements will not deform at all. She kicked hard and flew forward like an arrow. Seeing the opportunity, she hit the satyr's head mercilessly with her rounded war hammer.

At that most appropriate moment!

The explosion of [Seal of Command] added additional divine damage to Yrel's hammer.

"Drink-" Yirel tried his best.

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

In fact she almost missed.

Sartre tilted his head the moment he was about to be hit on the head.

If she hadn't subconsciously tilted the hammer, the hammer would have missed Sartre's ear by a hair's breadth.

Fortunately, just like that, my hand suddenly felt the touch of hitting something heavy.

In front of the eyes of this Karabor apprentice who had never actually been on the battlefield, a full quarter of the satyr's ferocious face was blown away.

The scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere, the scene of brains bursting and sputtering, is probably something she will never forget for a long time.

Surprisingly, she hadn't heard of the vomiting feeling that some warriors have when they kill for the first time. She was a little calm, even a little excited.

"I did it! I really did it! I passed judgment on those degenerates who persecuted my compatriots!" Hooves screamed in his heart, his flexible eyes rolled around, and he immediately caught a glimpse of another person not far away. A demon guard trying to kill a human swordsman.

Without thinking, [Sanction] came out.

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

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, the human swordsman shouted loudly, waved the giant sword in his hand, and chopped off the head of the burly demon who was half taller than himself.

In the Wildhammer Fortress, the big bosses who watched this scene from the surveillance magical images were amazed.

Brian: "Not bad, this little hoof. If she hadn't been young at first, I wouldn't have dared to confirm that this was her first time on the battlefield."

Kudran took a sip of the strong drink and said, "Well, this qualification seems to be no worse than Abidis back then!"

As a new recruit, this is already a high praise.

Marshal Abedis has never been known for his strength, that's because he has a few fierce men like the Silver Five Saints above him. There were too many top-level warriors, so he was forced to be rated as a second-rate Paladin.

Kurdran's evaluation of Yrel is not low.

Duke was smiling slightly. The better Yrel performs, the more it proves that his 'vision' is unique.

Hooves is, in his mind, the most important milk rider in the hero group in the future!

Of course, it would be even better if she could develop her talent as a commander.

To be honest, before today, he had never thought that she had some talent in infantry and artillery coordination.