My Frostmourne can't be so cute

The light blue fluorescence radiated from the bodies of the bear head monsters, turned into meteor-like beams, and sank into Frostmourne's body.

Gradually, the bear head monsters that were charging weakly fell to the ground. Their bear head heads quickly degenerated, and then they turned back into trolls—of course, completely dead. Kind.

Extracting souls in such a large area is also a big consumption for Frostmourne, not to mention her power has been weakened by the four gods enchantment.

However, with the addition of moonlight and the power of the soul, Frostmourne has not been overdrawn, but has become even stronger-on the battlefield, especially on this battlefield full of dead souls, Frostmourne is almost invincible.

"This...what kind of magic is this?"

Narorak was surprised to watch his servants disappear one by one. He had a foreboding that the direction of this "divine battle" seemed completely different from his own prediction. More importantly, he was already at a disadvantage, but he did not watch at all. Where are your companions.

The eagle god Ekirsson, the lynx god Haraz, and the dragon hawk god Gayalai, these gods who are also animal gods have not come, and even their servants can't see half of them.

Narorak knew that due to the enchantment of the four gods, none of these animal gods could leave the fortress where they were stationed, but he didn't expect that not only the trolls in Zuaman City did not come to support him, but even the servants of these companions. It didn't come...

It was these supports that were blocked halfway.Or is there no support at all?

Narorak didn't know the answer to this question, he only knew that he could only face this mysterious and powerful blue skirt girl alone.

"Wow!"

With a roar, Narorak rushed towards Frostmourne. He waved his huge bear paw, trying to use his physical advantage to directly smash Frostmourne into meat sauce.

Little Demon Sword is of course not the passive character, she flew into the sky with a scream.(To be continued.)

698 Eagle and Dragon Eagle

"Holy light is on, what are these things!"

Uther clenched the long sword in his hand, looked up at the sky above him, exclaimed.

"No matter what it is, block them... Otherwise, Prince Arthas will have too much pressure on his side."

A dazzling holy light burst from the big sword in Alexandros Mograine's hand, and it struck the sky above his head like a golden lightning in the night.

A fluttering sound of interlaced wings sounded, and on Mograine's head, a few eagles the size of a horse's head fell down and then turned into a pool of dirty blood.

"Attack, attack! Don't let these eagles and trolls pass here!"

Uther waved his long sword while loudly encouraging the morale of his men.

The dazzling white rays of light were particularly shining in the night, and the paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand used their most powerful holy arts, because what they faced was extremely difficult in terms of quantity and quality. Enemy.

Uther and Mograine led the Knights of the Silver Hand and waited for a long time outside the city of Zuaman. According to the battle plan made by Arthas, they wanted to block reinforcements from the fortress in the northwest corner of Zuaman.

In the previous tentative attack on Zul'aman, the Knights of the Silver Hand did not come into contact with the trolls in this fortress, but according to Stormwind King Varian Wrynn, who took on the task of attacking in this direction, There are a large number of eagles in this camp to help the trolls defend the city.

Uther did not dare to ignore this matter, and now, he has seen these eagles with his own eyes.

Not long ago, Uther was still worrying about overlooking the fortress in the southwest corner of Zuaman, worrying about whether the main task of Alsace and others could be successfully completed. A large group of trolls appeared in the Knights of the Silver Hand. Within the field of vision.

Of course, Uther was not quite sure whether the group of things he was facing was not a troll.

Although the outline of the body looks no different from that of a troll, these enemies who are fighting the Knights of the Silver Hand have pointed beaks and sharp claws.

"Do these guys turn themselves into eagles?"

While grumbling, Uther wielded his long sword and chopped off the head of an eagle-headed troll; the enemy quickly fell to the ground, and a huge giant flew out of his body. The Harrier eagle rushed straight into the night sky, and then swooped down towards the position of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

"These guys are really weird. I don't know what Prince Arthas will encounter... We are afraid that we can't get any manpower here. We can only hope that Danath can end the battle soon and help Prince Arthas. Your Highness."

Alexandros Mograine fought hard and fought the enemy loudly while speaking to Uther.

"hope so……"

Uther had the same thoughts as Mograine in his heart.

In this expedition, Uther and Mograine brought together three thousand paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand to the Ghost Land. This is undoubtedly an extremely strong military force, but facing the enemy at this time, They are not easy.

Thousands of trolls that have been fully eagle-shaped are madly assaulting the defense line of the Knights of the Silver Hand. At the same time, every time they kill an enemy, a Harrier eagle will rise into the sky and launch against them from the sky. attack.

If it hadn’t been for the paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand to heal their injuries, their defense would have been overwhelmed by these crazy eagle-headed trolls. They wanted to allocate some of their power to support the frontal battlefield where Arthas was. Just wishful thinking.

So, what is the current situation of Prince Danas, who has been hoped by Uther and Alexandros Mograine?

"What kind of monster is this?"

Ricks was holding his spear, and the guard was beside Danath Trollbane with a surprised look on his face.

"Dragon Eagle, this is the Dragon Eagle. Strange, I never heard that a troll can train a Dragon Eagle to fight for them?"

Prince Danas had confusion in his eyes, but he still drew out his two-handed sword and firmly met his enemy.

In front of the airtight sword and shield army of Stromgarde militia, thousands of huge creatures are floating in the air.

Huge ribs are connected with membranous wings, scattered on both sides of the body like a butterfly. The eagle-like head is small and flexible, and two feathered beards hang on the lower jaw of the pointed beak.

The huge tail feathers maintained the balance of the entire body behind them, and these fiery red creatures raised their spine and hovered proudly above the Stromgarde army formation.

Dragonhawks are flying creatures distributed in Quel'Thalas. The high elves tame them, just like humans and dwarves tame griffins, allowing them to serve as vehicles.

Although the ghost land is not far from Quel'Thalas, it is the first time Prince Danath has known that the dragon eagle is also in the troll camp.

"Never let these beasts pass here!"

Prince Danas shouted loudly, commanding his subordinates to block the path of these dragon eagles.

However, dragon eagles can fly after all. Prince Danas knew that if these dragon eagles flew directly above his army, there was no way he could take them, he could only watch them attack Alsace's army.

Fortunately, these dragon eagles did not do this. They stared at Prince Danath's army for a while before attacking them.

Prince Danas just breathed a sigh of relief and realized that this was not a lucky thing for his soldiers.

Prince Danas, who grew up in the Arathi Highlands, has never seen a live dragon eagle, and does not know what attack methods these guys will use.

But now he knows that, like dragons, dragon eagles can breathe fire.

Hundreds of fire pillars spewed from the tiny mouths of the dragon eagles and bombarded the round shields held by the Stromgarde militiamen.

"what!"

There was a scream, dozens of Stromgarde militiamen threw away the red-burning shields in their hands, and their arms had been severely burned.

"Ready to throw a spear!"

Prince Danas frowned. However, at this time, he didn't have the energy to care for his subordinates. It is the qualities that a commander must possess.

"Prepare to throw a spear, prepare to throw a spear! The archer is ready! The archer is ready!"