Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

At this time, the sky has turned white, and it is the most dead time for ordinary people to sleep.

Lingya and his troops were waiting in a wood.

This is not far from the camp of the orcs, as long as the bladed tigers charge at full speed, it does not take a moment to rush under the wall.

Lingya took a piece of jerky and instructed the soldiers while eating it, "Tell the soldiers to concentrate, we are going to prepare to charge." "

This is the best time, in the dead of night, according to the thoughts of the spirit tooth, at this time their sentinels are probably tired.

"What about the Secret Mage?" Lingya whispered to them, "When you attack in a while, you will release all your spells in one place, fill the ditch in the ground, and blast their walls apart." Seeing

the secret mages nodding one after another, Lingya was also satisfied, "Well, it's almost time, now they all rush with me!" "

Spirit Fang rushed to the camp gate with the most elite scar tooth warriors, and the bladed tiger man like a torrent quickly attracted the attention of the orcs.

Sylvanas, who had been waiting here for a long time, threw his bow and arrows and aimed at the mysterious mages who were casting spells.

For the average archer, the sky can affect their archery, but Sylvanas doesn't care about that.

Swish.

Three arrows in a row, the arrows hit, and the three arrows represent the death of the three casters.

Lingya is angry, who is this damn archer? He threw a spell made up of pieces of white bone towards Sylvanas.

Sylvanas glanced at him, and she saw the movement of the Spirit Fang, and with an elegant back jump, she perfectly avoided the spell, leaving the white bone fragment of the Spirit Fang empty.

At the same time, Sylvanas was also very vindictive and shot an arrow towards the spirit tooth in mid-air, the power of this arrow spirit tooth was known, he used all four limbs, jumped away with a flutter, and suddenly accelerated to the bottom of the wall.

The soldiers of the orcs noticed him, and they had everything ready long before under the orders of Sylvanas.

Several stones of various sizes were quickly thrown by them, and every Tiger Man who tried to climb the wall was met with a fierce counterattack from stones and spears.

The same was true of Lingya, who cast a spell on himself called White Bone Armor, and a layer of armor composed of white bone appeared on the whole person, as if he was a skeleton warrior.

With a wave of his claw, the stone was easily shattered by him, and the remaining rubble fell to the ground.

And Sylvanas ignored him, a spell caster who ran under his nose was afraid of what he was doing?

"Remember, attack him with javelins and stones whenever he has signs of casting." Sylvanas walked on the wall, ordered the soldiers, and began to shoot, any spellcaster in the distance was one of his targets.

At this moment, the battle between the two sides has progressed to a white-hot stage.

The casters of the Bladed Tiger Men used the power of the earth to overthrow a section of the wall, and their soldiers quickly poured in ready to drink blood.

But the orc infantry was not a fool and watched them rush in.

Under the leadership of the centurion, one by one soldiers lined up in formation to plug the gap.

Blocked the onslaught of the Bladed Tiger Man with the large shield in his hand.

"With a short sword!" The centurions in charge of the command realized that this situation was exactly what was explained during the training.

In this kind of crowded dense space, if you use a long weapon such as a spear, it is easy to stab out and even draw back.

The short sword is different, these special short swords can facilitate the soldier's free stabbing and retraction, giving these bladed tiger people who generally like to fight alone and flash and move in battle a small orc shock.

This orc army is different from the kind of relying on personal courage they have heard of before, armed with axes and sledgehammers, and the way of fighting is a vigorous rush.

These orcs relied more on the team, using shields and swords in their hands to form a steel wall, and the gap that the secret mages exchanged their lives not only failed to let them in, but were forced back by the orcs.

This almost moth-to-fire attack greatly annoyed the Spirit Fang.

"Attack them! What are you waiting for? Smash them with spells! Lingya cursed angrily, "You idiots, hurry up! "

He climbed over the wall, grabbed an orc soldier with his claws, and like a certain strange man, threw his broken limbs down, roared, and in an instant... Five or six javelins.

Spirit Fang is also a spell caster no matter what, he turned over in embarrassment to avoid the javelin, but was met by the soldier's shield strike, an orc with a large shield quickly hit him, Spirit Fang cracked the ground and whipped it, killing it.

Seeing him acting recklessly on it, Sylvanas was very displeased, she snorted coldly, quickly walked to the Spirit Fang, took out the dagger, and threw it fiercely out of the left arm of the Spirit Fang who could not dodge.

It hurt now, and he screamed.

This dagger is not a simple dagger, but it still carries a trace of death power on it.

The Spirit Fang tumbled down the wall, no longer daring to stay on it.

If you don't go, you can't do it, but if you stay a little longer, Sylvanas will kill him.

Sylvanas sneered, "I wish you could run."

He stopped caring about the Spirit Fang and instead took a deep breath.

"Die!" She used the wailing sound that banshees used to use on the battlefield, a harsh and shocking sound that pained the casters.

Sylvanas appeared as a banshee, and her soul broke away from her shell and turned into a purple-black phantom and quickly rushed to the group of secret mages.

Her voice was seductive, but at the moment it was like a whisper of death, "I will give you a happy death." "

No one knows what she said in Salas, and no one knows what the purple-black phantom is.

It's as if they don't know how the occult mages died.

In short, the casters of the Blade Tiger Man are all dead.

At this time, Lingya already had the heart to retreat, there were enough dead people here, and he could not withstand such a loss.

Not to mention the infantry who were still fighting, it was the death of these casters that had made him mentally explode enough.

He should have understood that since the beginning of the battle between the two sides, when the orcs were not as defenseless as he thought, he had fallen into the downside.

The scales of victory never tilted in his favor.

Bang, bang.

When, when.

The claws of the Bladed Tiger Men constantly attacked the orcs' shields, and although their claws were sharp enough to rival weapons, it was of no use.

Their claws cannot split the defenses of the orcs, and the swords of the orcs they cannot defend.

These bladed tigers, who lacked armor and weapons, could not break through the orcs' defenses even though they had been pressed on all fronts.

Their bloodthirsty instincts were gradually overwhelmed by fear in their hearts.

Everyone knows that the Blade Tiger Man has lost, and at this time they have already failed.

"Oh, a beast is a beast." Sylvanas said.