My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Even if Alleria wanted to care, she didn't have that energy anymore. Zujin's strength was indeed very strong, even the best of the rangers.It is also difficult to compete with him; in contrast, Alleria is somewhat hopeful that Zujin has not admitted the wrong person—how good would she be the one who shot her blind?At least that means it is possible to defeat it.

"Catch it with your hands? Don't even think about it!" Alleria bit her lips tightly. Even though she was extremely tired at this time, and every wound on her body reminded her that victory is already an extravagant hope, she still drums. With the last strength, he stood up straight.Spit a mouthful of water at Zujin.

Zujin naturally didn’t care about this—he didn’t even bother to wash his face and brush his teeth—the emperor of the troll empire looked good and didn’t have too many scars on his body. He looked at ease, in Ole. Leah paced slowly under the hateful gaze-a good hunter, before killing his prey, must torture the prey well.

Behind Alleria, Kanter was fighting desperately with the troll headhunters who were constantly rushing over here, trying to get close to them.

Under the impact of these fanatical trolls, Kanter and his Royal Guard of Lordaeron were struggling to support him. He didn't even have time to watch the solo fight between Alleria and Zujin.

Everywhere in the entire battlefield, the coalition of humans and the high elves have fallen into bitter battles; humans and high elven rangers have continued to fall, but the desperate fight of this group of warriors also cost the orcs the same life.

Even in the rear of the battlefield, Tyrone Gorefiend and his death knights joined the battle group; not every dwarf gryphon rider was dragged down by the "death grip" and was slaughtered; many dwarves They all took out their iconic heavy hammers and battle axes, and attacked the death knights.

Although the death knights have strong physiques and can use dark spells; the dwarves opposite them are equally brave and good at fighting, and at the same time they can use shaman spells. For a time, the two fought equally, but the death knights The number of them is more, and the scale of victory at the last place of the battlefield also began to slowly tilt towards the tribe.(To be continued.)

Chapter 377 Dragon

"Hey, soldier, we seem to be dying!" Helena yelled out of style.

The high elf ranger was shrinking behind Paul at the moment. Her ten fingers were already stained with her own blood. Although she was still holding her longbow, her trembling bowstring hadn't shot an arrow for a long time.

"Elf, do you know that in our hometown, the more you are dying, the less you can mention the word death, otherwise there will be no way to return to the embrace of the holy light." Paul grinned his dry lips, wanting Make a smile, but failed because of the stiffness of the facial muscles.

Just now, Paul lost his last companion; now, together with the high elf ranger Helena, he is surrounded by dozens of orcs—a ranger who has long lost the ability to fight.

"It's my business, I don't believe in the Holy Light..." Helena curled her lips, twisted her feet slightly, and fell towards Paul's back.

"Hey, you..." He felt the petite and soft body leaning on his back. Even in front of death, Paul could not help but trembled; he wanted to hold Helena with his backhand and give her a warm Hug, but he still didn’t. He just clenched his two-handed sword more resolutely—if I kept holding the sword, I couldn’t hold you tightly; but if I didn’t have a sword in my hand, what protection would I take you?

"Hey, soldier, don't you have a good idea? Just say something! Last time you said you were going to strike these guys with lightning, didn't you really strike them with lightning? You say it again soon!" Helen Na leaned lazily on Paul's back. Although she couldn't feel the warmth through the cold plate armor, she still felt so comfortable, just like the bed in the morning, which made people feel nostalgic.

Alas, this elven ranger is good everywhere, but his brain is not easy to use—Paul sighed in his heart, raised his sword, and chopped off the right arm of an orc who was trying to get close to him.

The green arm fell to the ground along with the weapon, and blood gushed from the orc's shoulder.Splashed all over Paul; the orc who had lost his arm knelt to the ground, covering the wound with his hand and let out a sorrowful cry; his companions were slightly shocked because of this, and temporarily did not swarm to kill Robin and Helena-victory is Those who belong to the tribe belong to their own fate; anyway, this pair of children and dogs (Helena: Hey. What about you, it's you, you sordid orc, who do you say is a dog and a man? My old lady with one arrow... Whoops, my finger hurts...) Sooner or later I will be broken into pieces.But that human seems to have some strength, so there is no need to rush up first.

Paul actually used up his last bit of strength. He inserted his two-handed sword into the soft ground under his body that had been soaked with blood, barely supporting him not to fall.

"What can I say? If I can, I hope that as in Nanhai Town, a good red dragon will appear to help us defeat these enemies." Paul's tone was bitter and self-deprecating.

After his Majesty King Terenas arrived in Nanhai Town together, Paul learned about the process of the defense of Nanhai Town from his colleague in the Royal Guard of Lordaeron and now the Paladin.

My colleagues mentioned that a good red dragon appeared, helping humans to repel the red dragon on the side of the orcs; but the same scene cannot happen again!

The Archmage Antonidas stroked his beard: "Don't talk nonsense, young man, the red dragon was obviously repelled by our Dalaran battle mage troops."

Xiaoshuang: "Smelly old man shameless! That big stupid dragon was obviously scared off by me!"

Bai Yacha Yinshi: "Sir Xiaoshuang races high! Antonidas, the smelly old man dares to take credit. Write him to death tomorrow."

Archmage Antonidas: "The author, you..."

Vomiting blood three liters, Antonidas Archmage, died.

"Nonsense, don't you know, the red dragon has already joined the orcs, they are no longer the guardians of Azeroth..." Helena felt that Paul's words were too unreliable and couldn't help it. With the last trace of energy, he mocked him.

"Of course I know it's impossible, but..." Paul just wanted to say "You asked me to talk about it casually" when he heard a thunderous roar from the distant sky.Interrupted him.

The roar was so great that it could be heard throughout Arathi Highlands; everyone on the battlefield—all humans, trolls, orcs.The dwarves and high elves, even the ogres with poor brains, were attracted by this roar, stopped the movements of their hands, and looked towards the sky in the southeast direction.

When everyone stopped their hands, the entire battlefield seemed extremely quiet; only Helena's impatience continued: "What's the matter? Go on, soldier. Are you dead?"

"Dragon..." Paul felt that his tongue was knotted, and he uttered a very vague word with difficulty.

"What is it?" Helena twisted her body on Paul's back, slumped on his body, followed his gaze to the sky, and then instantly became sluggish.

"Dragon!" After a short daze, Helena started to ecstasy. She grabbed Paul's shoulder and shook it vigorously, shouting, "You are right again, the dragon is really here!"

"Dragon..." Paul repeated in a low voice, but his face became extremely gloomy—yes, he was right again, the dragon really came—but doesn't this mean the destruction of the coalition of humans and the high elves? Come early?

Perhaps due to intellectual reasons, the orcs’ reaction was obviously slower than Helena and Paul’s, but this did not affect their joy at this time-the red dragon is here, these damn humans, elves and dwarves, and To survive?

The sound reached the battlefield first, but the speed of the dragon's flight was much slower; even so, at this time, even the ogre with the worst eyesight could clearly see it, and one of them was tens of meters long. The red dragon is flapping its wings and flying towards the top of the battlefield.

"Doomhammer, the red dragon is here!" Kilrogg said to Orgrim excitedly.

"Well, I saw it." Orgrim seemed a little calm at this time, because he knew that he had won the victory; in order to allow Grom and Zuherd to break through the humans at the northern end of the Sador Bridge more quickly For the defense, Orgrim did not mobilize the Red Dragon to cooperate with this raid.

Now that the Red Dragon appears here, it means that Grom and Zuherd finally did not live up to their expectations and successfully defeated the defenders at the northern end of the Sador Bridge. This allowed the Red Dragon Army to be liberated and move forward. Continue to destroy the human army and cities along the way... This red dragon flying on the battlefield looks like a giant dragon. Could it be that Taranistaz took the shot himself?I don't know how the human army commander who returned to Stromgarde from the northern end of the Thador Bridge felt when he saw such a huge dragon passing above him?——Orgrim thought happily.(To be continued.)

Chapter 378 Idiot, you burned the wrong person (Please do not subscribe again)

PS: Yesterday, I took the train in the white night. I set the automatic release. I didn’t expect the date to be selected wrong. I chose yesterday. Sorry, the chapters are repeated.

"Prince Arthas, look, Stromgarde has not fallen!" Danas pointed to Stromgarde on the ground with excitement, and said loudly to Arthas.

"Oh, that's great." Alsace nodded, and saw the flag embroidered with the fluttering falcon on the head of Stromgarde, hunting and fluttering in the night breeze, Alsace couldn't help it. I admire the tenacity of those Stromgarde soldiers in my heart.

"Look, I said that there will be nothing wrong, right!" The red dragon queen's huge voice came from under the feet of Arthas and others, as if she had some foresight, but I don't know why, your queen. There was a guilty conscience in his voice.

"Shut up, you still have the face to talk! You can get lost in such a short distance or straight distance from Dun Modr fortress here. If you didn't fly in the wrong direction, would we delay such a long time?" Arthas didn't get angry when he mentioned this.

Originally, when taking off at Dun Modd Fortress, I had already agreed to let the Red Dragon Queen fly to the northwest; but this unreliable guy flew to the endless sea, and Arthas and the others were for a while. After a while, there was no way to determine the direction of Stromgarde, but with the help of Frostmourne’s soul tentacles, he came to the battlefield. The time spent was much longer than expected, which also made Danas. On the way, he was fidgeting and worried that his uncle would not be able to survive the arrival of the Red Dragon Queen.

"How can you blame me!" The Red Dragon Queen mumbled dissatisfiedly-for so many years, she has always been free to fly as she wants to fly, although she often gets lost, but it takes a while to fly back; Unexpectedly, not only was he being used as an aerial carriage by this hateful human imp, but also being scolded by him, the Red Dragon Queen shivered with anger at the thought of this.

"Hey! What are you doing! Do you want to throw us all down?" Arthas hugged Frostmourne's thigh, and then made a big noise at the Red Dragon Queen at his feet-the Red Dragon Queen. Shaking, Arthas and the others seemed to shake the mountain.Everyone couldn't stand firmly, and almost fell to the ground and fell into meatloaf.

"Huh!" The Red Dragon Queen stopped shaking, patted her wings, and flew towards the top of the battlefield-falling to death?Alexstrasza wanted to smash this nasty human kid to death.But there is the nasty guy Shuang, and it is estimated that this little devil's head can't be smashed-then forget it, Alexstrasza will not do meaningless things.

"This idiot, I really can't stand her." After the Red Dragon Queen stopped shaking, Arthas couldn't help complaining.

"Uh... this... Prince Arthas. What do we need to do now?" Danas turned off the topic-the light is on, what is going on with Prince Arthas?What is the matter with the Queen?Why would Prince Arthas scold the Queen so much that she wouldn't be angry?Is her temper really that good?

"Oh, next..." Arthas let go of Frostmourne, after a little aftertaste, and then he was about to express his thoughts, but was interrupted by the Red Dragon Queen.

"What is there to think about, I'll go and burn all these evil guys!" The Red Dragon Queen volunteered to dive into the ground and hovered in the air.A spit of dragon's breath was spit out on the battlefield of the melee below.

"Doomhammer? This...this...what's going on?" Kilrogg asked Orgrim in a panic.

"You ask me who do I ask?" Orgrim also felt very annoyed-because of the red dragon-the first move that all the orcs thought was a reinforcement red dragon after arriving on the battlefield. Actually sprayed a breath of dragon toward the place where the orcs gathered most closely?

"No, this isn't Taranistaz! The shape of the horns is wrong, and on it...on the dragon...it seems to be a group of humans?" Kilrogg reminded Orgrim loudly.

"Isn't Taranistas?" Orgrim's voice was full of despair. Although he didn't know much about Grim Batol's affairs, he also knew that only Taranistas was inclined to orcs. The dragon-the other dragon is used to lay eggs.

This also means that all red dragons are enemies of the orcs except for Taran Nistras.

"This... how is this possible? Where did humans get the support of the red dragon? Didn't the red dragon be badly injured by Taranistas? Could it be healed so quickly? If it wasn't the red dragon ...... Didn't Taran Nistras say that all of its people live in the northernmost part of the world? How could it be here so soon?" Orgrim held the warhammer in his hand tightly and kept chattering.