"Archimonde is not going to show up. The Defiler is quite pompous. Maybe it thinks it can kill us all by relying on these demons."

Watching Yinli Darei rush into the battlefield from the flank, it only took a few minutes to shake the speed of the demon's advance. The pirate who was standing on the Thunder God's Throne "supervising the battle" suddenly curled his lips.

He did not see the Defiler immediately appear in the attacking demonic camp. That guy actually only sent a legion warrior to attack the anti-demon alliance's front line established on the Annihlan molten pool.

I don’t know if it’s arrogance or temptation?

However, Garrod chose his headquarters very well. His position was easy to defend and difficult to attack. Even the demons with a numerical advantage could not fully deploy their troops and had to charge upward against the firepower of the coalition forces.

As a result, as soon as the lower-level demons rushed through the position where a large number of dwarf hidden mines were planted, they were hit head-on by the mage troops commanded by the Archmage Rommath.

The mages are lined up along the fel mountain ridge. There is no need to describe anything like ice storm or arcane tearing. Just throw them in a crowded place.

The demons' attacking method of crowding people together doesn't have to worry about hitting anyone.

Among them, the white-bearded old man Khadgar was the most enthusiastic. This guy didn't know what he was doing. He was showing off his old age, and he even imitated Antonidas and started growing a beard.

At first glance, he looks like a purple Gandalf.

Although it is more difficult to directly extract the original magic power in the twisted void in Argus than to control arcane magic, the original magic power is more violent and difficult to operate. For low-level mages, controlling such magic power is no different from committing suicide, but they can be transferred to Argus Advance

The spellcasters in the army are all the best among the best.

Once you are familiar with it, playing with this kind of violent magic is easy, and this kind of primitive magic is not without its benefits. The magic they create is even more destructive and even beyond the control of the caster himself.

An ordinary arcane missile will turn into a terrifying thing like an "arcane battering ram" if thrown out.

Under the attack of the magic craze, the first wave of cannon fodder of the demons quickly dispersed, and a group of warriors of all races also took the opportunity to rush out of the battle line and reap the heads.

But the demons lost in this wave were not even a drop in the bucket for Archimonde's army, and the big demon still did not appear.

"The evil heart is still there."

Little Xingxing, who likes to fight with the wind, just took the time to throw a few lightning whips on the demons' heads. She ran back happily with a mage hat on, and said to Blake with a worried look on her face:

"How many we kill, how many demons will be born over there.

If I were Archimonde, I wouldn't be in a hurry and just consume our energy with cannon fodder until we are exhausted and swarm us out."

"So even you can see this is a trap?"

Blake glanced at Little Star in surprise and wondered why this fool was so smart today. He held his pipe in his mouth and said:

"Yes, Jarod knows that the decisive point is not in the frontal battlefield, and Archimonde also knows that if we want to win, we must sneak into Nasrax Fortress and destroy the Fel Heart there.

The polluters are waiting for us there.

Its ruthless commander doesn't care about the lives of lower-level demons at all. As you said, no matter how hard we kill, it's just a useless effort.

This wave of attacks is not even a test, it is a kind of 'urge'.

The polluter is inviting us to step into its territory. To be precise, it is inviting me. That bastard is definitely waiting to meet me and you again."

"Me? Why does this have to do with me?"

The stupid blue dragon widened his eyes and said:

"I didn't mess with Archimonde! I've never met him even once."

"Who slapped the polluter's face in public in Dalaran in front of everyone?"

The pirate glanced at the little star and said:

"Don't think you can run away. If you don't deal with Archimonde here, with the Defiler's spellcasting level, you will suffer disaster once it blocks our retreat.

It will peel off your skin and bones, and then take your head to drink wine. Believe me, that bastard can definitely do such a thing."

"Okay! So this is your purpose!"

Little Xingxing realized that she had been tricked. She screamed and threw away the pen and paper in her hand, rushed over and pinched Blake's neck and shouted:

"Have you considered all this just to force me to go to the battlefield? I asked you why you didn't object at all to me coming here, but why would it bother you if I acted like a salted fish?

You have to be happy to see me and the devil fight to the death, right?

Hate you!"

"Be normal."

Blake slapped away the crazy little star's hand, pointed to Nasrax Fortress in front of her and said:

"Let's go there! Don't worry about it here. Jarod can take care of the front. Anyway, no matter how big the disadvantage is, it's a sure win. Hey, little idiot, can you solve it?

Give me the right word!"

He lowered his head and glanced at the little fish-man who was sitting at his feet, holding the box of enchantment and spinning it. Benbolba raised his head and croaked twice to Blake, and showed the twisted fish in his hand.

The Mystery Box is 70% complete.

The little fishman is in good condition today, and he thinks he can unlock this thing in a while.

"Very good, you will be the vanguard later!"

Black said to the little fishman with satisfaction:

"It's up to you to give Archimonde a surprise first, so that the blind demon can see how powerful the murloc is!"

"Quack!"

Ben Bolba thinks this idea is great.

It lowered its head again and started to spin the puzzle box. Anyway, it does not rely on technical skills to play this thing, but relies on luck. As long as you are lucky, you can violently crack it open by twisting it casually.

Little Xingxing reluctantly drove the Thunder God's Throne filled with dwarf cameras towards the Nasrax Fortress. Halfway through the journey, the pirate activated the Governor's Crown suspended behind his head and placed the second

The shadow of the film world is fixed on oneself.

He asked the little star to lower its height and cover the group of people running below into the mobile barrier, completely disappearing from the demons' perception and heading towards the Nasrax Fortress like non-existent guests.

"Garrosh! Push your father and run faster!"

Blake shouted downwards in mid-air:

"I won't care about you if you're falling behind. You're so young, how can you push a wheelchair so slowly? Are you using too much force on Agna?"

"Shut up! You stinky pirate!"

Ho Shaoxia, who was running below and pushing Grom Hellscream's wheelchair to almost a hundred miles, cursed angrily at the sky.

Damn it, Krokuun's road is so difficult. The wheels of his father's Titan Iron wheelchair are rubbing with sparks, but the speed just can't come up. Damn it.

The others were riding Tabu sheep, but the group of demon hunters were even more outrageous. They were flying.

The fact that Shaoxia Hou can run so fast while pushing a wheelchair has proven the strength of the orc warrior. It seems that he has been training himself a lot during this period. Of course, Grom is still not satisfied with his "propulsion speed".

The orc eldest father, who had been violent all his life, wanted to use his blood roar to "accelerate" his weak son, but sitting in a wheelchair, he could already feel the long-dried demonic blood in his body reviving.

Those highly poisonous things seemed to sense their villainous master, and they began to flow through Grom's body again.

This made the orc chief's eyes turn red, and his breathing became heavy. The growth of the demon blood did not bring much power, but it was like the power that had been exerted on the "Throne of the Benefactor" that was opened by suffering.

The familiar feeling when he was bewitched and drank the demon blood.

A violent desire for destruction is impacting Grom Hellscream's mind, and the greatest malice from the Twisting Nether is urging Grom to return to the chaotic camp of destruction.

This is a spiritual confrontation.

Compared to his once young and stupid self, after so many years of experience, Grom is no longer what he used to be. He used his burning will to create a mental armor for himself to protect himself from becoming that person again.

A violent maniac who is hated by everyone.

But he didn't do it to please others.

Under the surprised gaze of the pirates on the high-altitude platform, Hellscream, who was clearly summoned by the demonic blood, closed his eyes and suppressed his frantic aura bit by bit.

It's hard to imagine how this old orc, whose fire of life has faded like a candle in the wind, managed to do this.

But there is no doubt that when Grom opened his eyes again, there was only a daunting coldness and deathly silence in those bloodshot eyes.

It was absolute peace!

It was the most lethal state of a warrior before he prepared for a desperate fight, maintaining endless anger while also maintaining extremely rational thoughts.

Using their will to control their anger and their mind to control power, they become killing machines that strike fear into all their enemies.

Seeing the embarrassed look of Shao Shaoxia who was pushing the wheelchair while he was groaning, Black curled his lips again. He calculated the distance he would need to cross the battlefield and approach the Nasrax Fortress under the shadow of the world.

He raised his left hand from the throne, snapping his fingers in a coquettish manner like a purple sweet potato spirit claiming his destiny.

The anima of the God of Wind on the boots is activated, and the status of the four winds begins to superimpose.

As the first round of extremely cold north wind blew, an invisible thrust was exerted on everyone around them, super doubling their speed.

Especially the demon hunters with wings. Under the superposition of layers of cold air, the speed of these guys surpassed the speed of sound almost instantly, roaring across large tracts of evil magma pools, and they were like meteorites at the moment when the shadow of the world was shattered.

It crashed into the inner area of ​​Nasrax Fortress among the elite demons who were lining up.

And when they landed, the cold north wind suddenly changed, and the grinding east wind rose again. Under the precise control of the pirates, the roaring east wind hit the attacked demons like a heavy hammer. The coldness of the north wind made them

The demons slowed, and the east wind's breath quenched the fel fire that burned within them.

Its attached "cutting wind" enchantment effect wraps around the weapons of every demon hunter and the Uncrowned Assassin who appears in the shadows, making the already sharp Aldrazi War Blades and Titan Light Blades even sharper.

In addition, there is a fatal magic cutting.
To be continued...