Chapter 382 The High Elf's Sorrow (End)

At this time, the mage group of the high elves was suppressed by the two-headed ogre mages. How terrifying is the two-headed ogre, who is born with multiple spellcasting abilities, and whoever tries it is really sour. This is not a question of one plus one equals two. It's the breakdown of an elf against a twin mage who completely transcends the concept of telepathy.

Two heads, forget about casting spells at the same time, and one head is so smart that it hits you with fire or frost magic, and the other head directly uses physical attacks such as [Earth Spikes]. The compound attack of multiple attributes and the perfect level of coordination can often suppress three or four elf mages of the same level, leaving them no time to attack the main force of the charging orcs.

The spellbreaker who is proficient at destroying the opponent's spells came to the front of the formation, but the effect was not very good. Because it is a double-headed ogre magician, the two heads cast spells at the same time, often using two completely different sets of magic circuits. There is often only one set of circuits that a lawbreaker can prohibit at the same time.

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

The sharpshooter can indeed shoot arrows into the vital points of the orc warriors through the gaps in the iron cans, but unfortunately there are too few real sharpshooters. Even if a few orcs fall down occasionally, the orcs behind will fill up the vacancy in an instant.

The elf's blade-throwing chariot also poured out the triangular whirling blade crazily, as long as it hits, it will surely plow a bloody road among the orcs. The problem was that many elite orc captains were mixed in with the charging team. Many awesome guys can even use heavy weapons to directly knock away the whirling blades fired by the blade throwing vehicles.

At this moment, Kael'thas and the senior elves finally realized what Alleria meant by the green tide. The enemies in front of him seemed endless, making people feel powerless that they couldn't kill them no matter how hard they tried.

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

The orc armored infantry all over the mountains easily overwhelmed the infantry array of elf warriors. The elf's gorgeous but thin armor exploded in mid-air as its master blasted away.

The troll thrower who came from the two wings and held a metal spear, who had already changed his shotgun, easily shot and killed the precious spellbreaker of Silvermoon City with his powerful spear. The Spellbreaker's slender kite-shaped shield appeared to have too small a protective area and too thin in the rain of spear throwing.

The unstoppable powerful two-headed ogre charged in front of the battle. With its unimaginable strength and agility beyond the concept of ogre, it quickly disassembled the arcane constructs into scum. Component.

The mountain giants were roaring and roaring, but their clumsy movements had no effect on Gron, who was as strong as them and more agile. On each Goron's back was an orc sitting on a chair nailed to the Goron's back, manipulating Goron's movements with chains. Those iron chains were connected to a series of iron rings embedded in Goron's arms. They were cruel, bloody, but effective. As long as the iron chains were pulled, the semi-tamed Goron knew it was time to turn or dodge.

Unless there are elven rangers to shoot those who ride, these enslaved gronn are the most terrible war machines.

However, this is not easy. Every driver is a small clan of orcs who have been strengthened by the Altar of Storms. They often have wind shield blessings on them. Arrows shot directly are destined to be deflected by the strong wind.

This is an all-round suppressed war.

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

In the center of the battlefield, there is an elf flag that is particularly eye-catching.

There is a group of golden flames on the red background, which is the Eternal Flame Legion. The first regiment of infantry formed since the high elves sailed east from Kalimdor.

It has participated in the Founding War, the first Silvermoon City defense battle, and the troll war three thousand years ago.

Back then, even in the face of the terrifying First Legion of the Amani Troll Empire, the elite trolls, whose numbers were more than three times that of them, were defeated in front of them.

Dathmareh Sunstrider, the founding king of Quel'Thalas, once said that this is a legion that truly inherited the pioneering spirit of Quel'Dorei (high elves) and was forged by iron will.

With unceasing fighting spirit and undying will to fight, they can definitely fight to the last one on the battlefield.

But this legion is now almost completely wiped out.

Not a single elf among them fled as the left and right wings began to crumble.

They didn't lose to the will, but they lost to the new era, they lost to the stronger and better equipped Blackrock Clan Legion who were still stuck in the old world's fighting style.

It didn't take long for the few remaining flags to support themselves in the green tide, and they were completely submerged in the blink of an eye.

Seeing an orc holding up the broken Eternal Flame Battle Banner, Kael'thas on the podium collapsed on the spot.

Pale lips murmured, "It's over! It's over! It's all over!"

For his expedition, the Eternal Flame Legion temporarily replaced by his father was completely wiped out in less than ten minutes during the battle against the tribe.

How could he have the face to go back to see his father.

The legion was completely destroyed, and the battle flag was captured. Anyone who has a little understanding of the military system of the high elves will understand. The Legion of Eternal Flame has completely disappeared in this fact.

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

Kael'thas almost killed himself!

A graceful female mage threw Kael'thas down - she was the great astrologist Solan Lian, the iron rod of Prince Kael'thas.

"Your Highness! Withdraw first! Quel'Thalas cannot live without you! Otherwise, the blood of the royal family will be cut off! Let's withdraw first and win back later!"

More loyalists of Kael'thas rushed forward, holding Kael'thas tightly.

When Kael'thas waved the flag of retreat on the podium, the entire elf front collapsed like an avalanche.

The elves cried and wailed, threw away all their weapons and equipment, and ran away.

The most taboo thing on the battlefield is collapse. Especially when the opponent's speed is no less than one's own, it collapses, that is a nightmare.

The orc laughed and smashed the resisting elves to a pulp.

The trolls laughed wildly, nailing one after another of the slender elves to the ground with metal spears provided by the orcs. Looking at the dying elves struggling on the ground like frogs waiting to be dissected, the trolls wantonly vented the resentment accumulated for thousands of years.

The murderous trolls naturally continued to chase the elves, while the psychopathic trolls began the most brutal and inhumane killings. They slowly tore the handsome men and women in the eyes of humans to pieces one by one.

During the National Day, I have a lot of entertainment and troubles, and the update time is uncertain, so the total amount should not drop much. Sorry.