Rise of the blood elves

265 [The rout at the Battle of Mount Hyjal]

Krasus, or Cleostrasz, has been hiding among the humanoid races in human form for thousands of years, guiding the growth of mortals, especially humans, and playing an important role in the development of Dalaran. played a vital role.

It can be said that Dalaran's current glory is completely inseparable from the contribution of this red dragon mage.

He is a magical genius of the red dragon clan. In terms of talent, he is not inferior to the blue dragon who controls the magic network. No one will doubt that Krasus is one of the most powerful mages in Azeroth.

Although in dragon form, his size and physical combat ability are not strong, and he cannot compare with the black dragon born for this purpose, and he is not top among the red dragons, but

That is a red dragon that stands at the pinnacle of Azeroth's strength system.

Even such a being was actually severely injured by Archimonde. Even the spells of a group of legendary powerhouses could not harm the Defiler at all.

Archimonde, how strong should he be?

"Retreat, we must retreat"

Tyrande waved his arms and shouted loudly, with a deep look of fatigue on his brows.

The light that had just summoned Elune had almost exhausted all her energy.This was the most powerful spell she had ever used in her life, and Elune had never responded to her so strongly, as if she knew that standing in front of the coalition was a powerful enemy that could bring destruction to Azeroth.

But Archimonde didn't look injured at all. Apart from a layer of dust covering his dark gray skin, not even the tiniest wound could be found.

"Malfurion, where are you?"

Looking at the chaos in front of her, the Priestess of the Moon shook her head and muttered to herself, then got on top of the white Frostsaber, shook the reins, and ran towards the front of the formation.

Jaina, Thrall, Kane Bloodhoof, and all the generals are also gathering forward, preparing to take the rear for their own people.

Boom, boom, boom

As Archimonde strode forward, the earth trembled. With every step he took, the eredar leader's size grew larger. By the end, he was nearly a hundred meters tall, and even the ground could not bear it. His weight sank and collapsed

The dozen or so red dragons that followed Cleostrasz into the battle in the air abandoned their opponents and came to besiege Archimonde.

But Archimonde was like a fly, slapping one away and piercing another with a finger of light. In a short time, he killed all the red dragons.

The demon army was like a tide again, following Archimonde's footsteps and rushing towards the coalition forces.

On the way.

In fact, there was no need to give the order at all. After witnessing Archimonde's invincible power, most of the soldiers had already lost their fighting spirit.The order only made them put aside the last worry in their hearts and retreat back without any burden.

But even in the absence of war, in the narrow space between the second line of defense of the human base and the city wall, it is not easy for tens of thousands of soldiers to complete changes and orderly transfers.

Not to mention, among these tens of thousands of people, there are many races that are unfamiliar to each other.

There were also a large number of soldiers who were afraid of Archimonde's power and were eager to escape, so chaos soon broke out.

People in front wanted to evacuate, but those behind were unable to do so for a while. Accidents involving pushing, squeezing, and stampeding occurred frequently.

The level of training of the army has since been clearly demonstrated.

The shortcomings of Theramore's army, which was dominated by the war-fearing generals among Lordaeron's remaining defeated soldiers, were completely exposed. No matter how Lorena and the officers yelled and scolded them, even if they immediately killed a few deserters who did not respect the order, it would not be enough. It is difficult to maintain proper order.

Those who are afraid of fighting have long been scared out of their wits. They just want to run back, push the people in front of them, step on fallen friendly soldiers, and ignore them, focusing on escaping.

Soon, Theramore's army lost its structure and was scattered into scattered individual soldiers. The soldiers could not find their officers, and the officers could not find their own soldiers.

The battlefield has become more chaotic because of these cowards.The retreat gradually developed into a rout that everyone was talking about.

Every minute, a large number of soldiers died under the trampling of their own people.On the narrow mountain road behind the human base, many people were pushed off the cliff and fell into the abyss.

flight

It is a scene that no general wants to see. The casualties it brings to the army are far greater than a battle.Countless precedents have proven this. Perhaps in a battle where the enemy is strong and we are weak, the number of casualties will reach one-fifth of the establishment, but after a rout, the casualties caused by stampedes will be several times the number of casualties. , or even more than ten times.

The night elf sentry troops were much more disciplined. The long-range troops in the rear immediately retreated to make room for the troops in front. Before leaving, they did not forget to pick up the quiver stuck at their feet to facilitate the rapid drawing of arrows when shooting.

Before reaching the farthest shooting range, these sentries would stop and shoot a wave of arrows every time they retreated to cover the retreat of the front army.

As for the sentry vanguard in the midst of the chaos, the generals immediately formed a defensive formation on the spot without further explanation. They showed their swords towards the fleeing Theramore soldiers and shouted out a uniform common language.

"Those who flee will be killed without mercy."

Cold light flashed, and whenever the defeated army attacked our own army formation, they were all killed mercilessly by the sentries with their swords in hand.

For a moment, blood spattered and heads flew everywhere.

After going back and forth, the defeated troops behind them no longer dared to bump into each other like headless flies, and all of them spared their lives.

Jaina and Lorena gritted their teeth when they saw this, but instead of showing any dissatisfaction, they were thankful that these night elves had made the right choice at such a critical moment.

You must not be merciful at this time, otherwise once the formation is completely broken up, not only will there be greater casualties, but in the face of the follow-up demon army, everyone will become defenseless lambs to be slaughtered, and soon... Being rushed away.

When the defeated army disappeared, these sentinel forwards had lost the most precious opportunity to retreat. They simply gave up the idea of ​​retreating behind the defeated army, volunteered to serve as the rear-cutting force, and fearlessly stood on the second line of defense.

As for the orcs

The orcs who came to support the war this time were all elite, and they never thought of escaping.

Run away

That's a cowardly move

Orcs are proud to die in battle

Under the leadership of the Saurfang brothers, the scarred orcs launched a counterattack against the swarming demon army against the fleeing crowd.

Archimonde glanced at the fleeing coalition forces on the mountain road, stood in front of the coalition's retreating troops, and slowly raised a hand.

Because he was completely exposed in front of the demon army, a rain of arrows, the giant moon blade of the moon blade car, the solid projectiles of the artillery, and the boulders thrown by the tree men all focused on the eredar commander.

But before everything could touch his body, it was burned to ashes by a layer of void evil flames.

Under the power of Archimonde, the demon army once again ran head-on into the coalition forces holding their positions, with swords flashing and corpses flying everywhere.

In the midst of the fight, Tyrande, Jaina, and Thrall, all exhausted by the legendary powerhouses, suddenly felt a destructive force coming together. Their hearts stopped beating and they looked up into the air.

Archimonde's palms slowly closed

"Elune, please grant me the calmness and peace to face death." Tyrande stopped the moon blade in her hand, slowly closed her eyes, and prayed in a low voice.

Jaina, who had exhausted her mana and was covered in blood, didn't look like the pampered princess of Kul Tiras or the talented disciple of the leader of Dalaran. She had turned into a blood-stained lily. He was holding a weapon in one hand and a curling dagger he picked up from nowhere in the other hand, making a last-ditch effort to resist.

"Go to hell, devil"

She yelled, swung her staff around, and knocked over a hellhound that had just sucked her follower mage into the human body. Before she could swing her dagger to completely end the demon's life, the doomsday guard was knocked over by him. He was thrown far away and fell to the ground so hard that all the bones in his body were about to fall apart.

She endured the severe pain, raised her upper body up with her elbows, and stared at the green evil energy in Archimonde's right hand. She could never have imagined that she would be in Mount Hyjal, or in a foreign land, welcoming... The end of life.

Brothers Thrall, Saurfang, Hellscream, and Cairn Bloodhoof, like the gods of war, waved their weapons, carving a bloody path among the demons, heading straight for Archimonde.

Beside them, there was not a single guard left covering the flanks, and everyone fell on the way to the charge.

"Power and Glory"

When destruction approached, Hellscream finally shouted out the voice of faith that he had fought for his entire life.

strength,

and glory.

A glorious death in battle is the best destination for a soldier.

call

The moment Archimonde closed his palms, the world became silent.

Massive amounts of evil flames erupted from between his fingers and spread with overwhelming force. Thousands of trees were instantly burned, mountain peaks collapsed, and rivers dried up.

The evil energy is like a bit of devastation in the lush green field, sweeping across the earth quickly.

Under destruction, there will be natural death and no chance of survival.

No living being could survive such a terrifying force.

"Destruction is the ultimate fate of this world"

"Um"

As soon as he finished speaking, Archimonde was suddenly stunned and looked down in astonishment.

I saw that in front of the coalition formation that was supposed to be wiped out, at some point, an extraordinary and tough light curtain appeared. It was rippled by the impact of the evil flames, but it protected everyone and safely escaped the fate of death.

A tall and thin blood elf clenched his teeth and placed one hand against the light screen. The other hand also held a fist-sized green orb.

The aftermath of the evil flame dissipated, and the blood elf raised his head and cast a fearless look at the big demon.

Behind him, a giant portal slowly opened.

The majestic white stag, the wild giant wolf spirit, the gigantic giant turtle

One by one, Azeroth's most powerful beings emerged.