Chapter 289 The decisive battle is coming! (Replacement)

Walking fast all the way, fighting all the way.-< Shuhai Pavilion >-Net.

Under the escort of Hellscream, Manjiao finally sent Lao Tang safely to the defense line of the night elves of Mount Haigal. As for the four water elements that Medivh had placed beside Lao Tang, they had long dissipated in the battle with the demon troops who were pursuing it and restored to the most basic arcane energy...

When a small team of night elves sentrymen pushed the weak old Tang, Hellscream and the two of them helped the mount down. Old Tang, who was insufferable pain, almost staggered and fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

"Hurry! Take us...to meet...High Priest Tyrande! Hurry!"

The night elves sentries were rejected by their kindness that they were eager to help the two of them to the medical center for treatment. The weak old Tang gritted his teeth and endured the pain and gave another order.

The situation is urgent and there is no delay.

Along the way, Old Tang and Hellscream had discovered that the pursuers behind him were getting more and more anxious. Along the way, Illidan, Medivh and Senarius, who were restraining Archmond, had unknowingly chased and retreated not far behind the two.

In other words, the night elves' defense line will immediately face the impact of the Burning Legion's demon army and the polluter Archmond!

The final decisive battle has arrived!

Lao Tang's orders were firm and unquestionable. After looking at each other, the members of the Night Elf Team did not dare to neglect. After simply casting a few recovery spells to stop the blood flowing from the wounds of the two, they led the two men who were seriously injured and dying and rushed to the command post in the central area of ​​the defense line...

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"Good!"

"Grom!"

The commanders and bosses of the other two defense lines had already completed the evacuation with the team. At this moment, they gathered here to gather around Garod* Yingge, the coalition commander, anxiously discussing various tasks for the final decisive battle. (-< Shuhai Pavilion >-net.) When Lao Tang and the others stepped into the command post with the support of the night elf sentry, several sharp and slightly anxious eyes were concentrated on the two wounded men. After a moment of dazed, several shocked and anxious shouts suddenly sounded in the camp.

"Let him lie on the ground! Hurry!"

Before the old Tang could recognize the faces in the camp one by one, a tall figure appeared beside Lao Tang with an anxious roar. Seeing his beloved nephew's most serious injury and dying look, Magasa's terrifying totem was anxious and in a mess. Without saying a word, he led a bunch of huge and soft elemental powers, pouring money on Lao Tang like money, for fear of a slight mistake.

On the other side, Thrall was doing the same thing, healing the wounded Hellscream.

"Auntie, it doesn't matter if my injury is, wait a moment..." The energy of elemental power poured into his body, and the severe injuries on Lao Tang's body were healed quickly. However, Lao Tang stood up with a desperate pain, looked at the thoughtful commander of the coalition forces, Gallard* Yingge, and said urgently:

"Galod, leaders... prepare the coalition warriors for combat!"

"Acmond and the army of demons are right behind us!"

"The decisive battle is coming!"

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Old Tang's words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the command center.

All the leaders and bosses looked at each other and responded to the sound!

At this moment, the Kalimdo coalition - the last resisters of Kalimdo, were like a hideous and fierce steel chariot, driving every part at full speed, bursting out endless fighting will and courage to rush to the end, waiting for the final decisive battle!

Survival or death, honor or destruction...

This has never been a multiple-choice question!

The Burning Legion came faster than Lao Tang expected!

Before he could see Archmond's huge, terrifying and suffocating body, the dark enemy rushed to the World Tree like a tide, and rushed to the coalition warriors who were waiting for the battle.

The demons began to roar with excitement that this would be their last battle. This battle was almost certain to win in their eyes, and even if all Azeroth races were in front of him, the Burning Legion regarded it all as unconscious resistance.

There was no delay, no hesitation, no even insult or intimidation... The two troops that determined the fate of this world began the most cruel and bloodiest powerful collision from the first moment they met!

Priestess Tyrande first shook off her husband's gentle hand, jumped down from the hill where the druids guided their magic, bursting out with the will to death, leading the elves warriors to the forefront of the battle. The light of the starlight falling from the moon shone on the battlefield, and wisps of bright starlight fell from the sky at the dawn, overwhelming the fear brought by the god of death. Every arrow of the priestess shot towards the enemy with the power of meteors, and even the huge hellfire was shot to the ground by the power of the moonlight full of Elune's blessing, and exploded with a bang.

The front line of the battle was gradually dominated by these resolute women. Countless graceful figures waving the moon wheel and shuttled between the demons and the undead, then gracefully landed on the jumping black panther and disappeared into the depths of the forest. The elves archers doubled their strength under the light that had not yet disappeared, giving the high-level demons and elite undead fatal blows. The magic-enhanced arrows poured into the endless array of the demon army like rain, and successfully defeated them in scattered and fleeing.

On the left wing of the defense line are human forces led by Gianna and Duke Leorick.

This is the most cowardly and bravest race in the world. When they show their courage, they are no worse than any race! The lifeless human beings are the most terrifying. These warriors have nothing to lose, except their lives.

Humans use the things they finally possess to revenge the demons who took them away. The mage cleverly summoned powerful water elements against the burning demons. The hellhound was stomped in front of the knight's iron hooves, and the heavy infantry's swords tore the ghouls apart... Everyone repeated the same action, tearing the opponent or being torn apart by the opponent.

They have no time to grieve for the dead, and the wheel of revenge never stops once it starts to turn.

Under unified command, the dwarf musketeers fired in several rows, and the mortar troop shots fell into the endless army formation of the Burning Legion, tearing the bodies of the demons and the undead in pieces. Brian Bronzebeard led a few dwarf soldiers to throw themselves into the crazy torrent of killing, and the tall Burning giants fell in patches where they passed.

Magasa and Thrall once again joined hands to sow the glory of the tribe. The shaman priests beat the rumbling drums, guiding the chain of lightning to land overwhelmingly on the heads of the demon army, purifying all filth and evil, and pushing the entire war to **!

Although the troll warriors were afraid of the burning flames on the demons, they never retreated. The headhunter, inspired by the witch doctor, threw the javelin in his hand towards the brutal and fierce demons. The corpses of their partners strengthened their hatred for the enemy and showed the cruelty and ruthlessness of the battle.

The blood elf ranger and the mage returned to their hometown ten thousand years later. The life breath of the world tree made every soul who had been exiled find its identity and destination again. The priests closed their eyes and prayed sincerely, turning the blessing land of the holy light into shields and spreading to every warrior who was struggling to fight. The magic power of the mage soared into the sky, and under the command of their prince Kelthas, turned into flames, ice, and thunder poured into the body of the demons and the undead! Waves of magic strikes hit the necromancer who casts the undead magic, the demon Ereda...

The brave and fearless tribal legion surged out from the other side, Kane's blood hoof, the Sarufar brothers commanded the orc warriors, and the Shuharu warriors roared with excited and excited ancient war songs, forming a three-sided siege of the undead and the demons. No matter how shocked it was, it could not make the warriors of the tribe fear.

Victory or death!

This is the creed of the tribe!

The hatred and anger brought by the death of the companion quickly transformed into power to vent their enemies. The huge hatred was cut off by another orc warrior and the waving hands. The angry Taurus warrior pushed down the monster that was twice as huge as him. The troll headhunter's javelin did not let go of the ghouls and hellhounds who snatched the corpse...

The bloody and cruel killing devours all living beings, whether it is the brutal demon or the brave coalition soldiers... The cruel decisive battle seems to be taking place step by step. The defense line of the night elves has gradually evolved into a death mill that devours countless flesh and blood souls!

Until that suffocating roar sounded through the battlefield...

"Idiots who are overestimating your abilities, all your efforts will be in vain!"

"No one can stop me from absorbing the power of the World Tree! No one can stop the blazing flames of the Burning Legion from devouring this world!"

Archmond's terrifying and huge body had already appeared in front of the defense line, and in front of him, among the thousands of demons and undead, three figures of different shapes, covered in scars and embarrassing figures were fighting to the death and destruction to resist the progress of this giant representing death and destruction!

But the resistance seems to be in turmoil and may collapse at any time!

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Behind the night elves' defense line, Old Tang and Hellsaw, who were severely injured, stared at the battlefield like a flesh-and-blooded mill with anxious expressions, staring at the fierce battle between Medivh, Cenarius, and Illidan and Archmond.

And at this moment, the thunderous roar suddenly sounded next to Lao Tang who was on the ground:

"The power of the three of them alone cannot resist the polluters! Maybe the defense line will be broken through until the night elf's spell is successful!"

"No, I'm going to support them!"

After saying that, the orc God of War Grom* Hellscream broke the tightly wrapped bandage on his body, picked up the blood roar and charged forward!

"Now, are you going to die or cause trouble?" When Lao Tang saw Hells' rage, he used his only remaining strength to stop the seriously injured orc God of War and stopped his pace. At the same time, he was calculating the power comparison between the two sides in his mind. Unfortunately, the conclusion he came to made Lao Tang extremely frustrated... Even if all the hero-level masters of the coalition forces took action together... they were also not sure to kill Archmond!

"If the one around you is the Hellscream that drinks the blood of the demon, if my strength can be stronger... maybe I am qualified to intervene in this battle..."

Old Tang was angry in his mind. But the next second after he said this in his heart, Old Tang immediately struggled to sit up with a ecstasy expression, and couldn't help but shout:

"etc……"

"Devil's Blood!"

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Chapter completed!