Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

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When Andrea leisurely returned home, Yrel and Samara slumped on their sofa like boneless mud, moaning helplessly.

...What are you guys doing?

Yrel raised her eyelids with difficulty, pulled the corner of her mouth and uttered the word Tired.

Andrea chuckled and said, There is an old saying in my hometown, sweat more in peacetime, bleed less in war, every bit of your daily training will be reflected in the battle in the future.

Patted on Yrel's shoulder lightly, Little Hoof grinned and expressed accusation to Andrea with his eyes.

Come on, a large-scale war is not far away.

...

On the fifth day of Yrel and Samara's training with Shandris devils, the ogres in Pain Fortress finally couldn't hold back under the urging and temptation of Highmaul's messengers, tens of thousands of ogres wielding crude weapons Demons surged from the fortress of pain.

Although the ogres once established an empire, their troops had almost no tactics at all. The chaotic ogre army rushed towards Draenei's well-arranged army formation shouting Ulla like launching a final charge.

Standing straight, Akama clenched the sword and shield in his hand, and raised the long sword shining with holy light high.

Prepare for shelling! Calibrate the launch angle... Let it go!

Delaney's so-called cannon is very different from Andrea's understanding. It is not a long barrel, but a purple crystal standing behind the position.

Following Akama's order, the Sha'tar scholars standing around the crystal neatly poured energy into the crystal through the magic circle under their feet.

The surface of the rotating crystal became brighter and brighter, and dazzling energy light bullets precipitated from the top of the crystal.

Boom!

After these energy bombs fell into the ogre's position, they caused bursts of explosions, and large holes began to appear in the densely packed ogre's position.

Since the Prophet had said that defense should be the first priority, the battle location chosen by Draenei happened to be between the two hills.

Nai Li, who seized the high ground in advance, set an example by fully drawing the longbow, The ranger opens the bow! Three-stage shooting... launch!

The condescending arrows fell into the ogre's position and caused a lot of damage, but the ogre is a creature with a thick layer of fat and solid muscle protection.

Except for those unlucky ones whose one-eyed pierced through the brain, ordinary arrows can't deal a fatal blow to them.

Most of the ogres bravely pulled out their arrows and planned to continue charging, but at this moment, a mutation happened.

Tear!

The ogre who pulled out the arrow suddenly stopped, and the severe pain and powerlessness from his left arm caused his left hand, which was hit by the arrow, to immediately hang down.

There are many muscles and ruptured blood vessels under the large layer of sebum attached to the arrow, and the left arm of this ogre is gushing blood.

This situation is not an isolated case. Many ogres lost too much blood because they pulled out their arrows hastily, and quickly lost their combat effectiveness.

this……

Velen, who was standing behind watching the battle, opened his mouth in surprise, Why is this happening? Who provided the ranger's arrows?

The corner of Archbishop Osar's mouth twitched, and his eyes clearly showed satisfaction.

It's Hataru.

Snapped!

A look of displeasure appeared on Velen's face, and he slammed his prophet's staff on the ground heavily.

Nonsense! Who asked him to make such vicious arrows? This is likely to deepen the misunderstanding between us and the ogres!

Hmph! Misunderstanding.

Osar's expression was a little gloomy, Prophet, why do you always consider the enemy first when dealing with the enemy? Isn't the life of our people important?

As long as the weapon that can cause the greatest damage to the enemy is a good weapon, why should you care so much about the enemy's opinion?

Velen shook his head in dissatisfaction and said, You are thinking too superficially. Draenor is not our hometown. We are outsiders to the natives of this world.

Ginidal crashed, and we will not be able to continue sailing for a long time. In order to avoid the sight of the Burning Legion, we must act as low-key as possible to avoid excessive conflicts with the aborigines.

The ogre commander was frightened by the massive damage caused by the shower of arrows and the crystal bombardment. Thousands of people were lost in a mere charge, which was unimaginable in the previous wars of Draenor.

Under the order of a two-headed ogre, the ogres dropped thousands of corpses and retreated to the Fortress of Pain. They needed to spend some time re-examining the weapons and strength of the draenei.

Because of Velen's Huairou order, the draenei who had been robbed by ogres in various places before never responded. The people who were robbed were usually civilian businessmen, and they didn't have much fighting power.

This caused the ogres in Bastion of Pain to seriously misunderstand the strength of the draenei, thinking that their fighting ability was as weak as their attitude.

However, in fact, as a race that can be favored by Sargeras, the Eredars are also among the best in the entire universe in terms of combat and civilization development.

Although the Draenei have lost a lot of cultural heritage in the tens of thousands of years of fleeing, their technological capabilities and combat effectiveness derived from Eredar have not declined significantly. After all, this is an important factor for them to ensure that they continue to escape from the Burning Legion. weights.

The rangers led by Archbishop Nelly conducted an in-depth investigation of the ogre's army structure and individual combat effectiveness before starting the battle. Given the unequal intelligence between the two sides, it was only natural that they would get such a result in the first battle.

Of course, it is unavoidable that there is some credit secretly suggested by someone.

...

Since the draenei easily won the initial battle, the village of Ambori was not affected much.

Archbishop Hataru is holding a special arrowhead and studying it carefully.

This arrow is different from ordinary straight arrows. There are many inconspicuous barbs in the metal structure of the arrow. Once inserted into the human body, it must not be pulled out easily, otherwise these barbs will hook the flesh and blood around the arrow. up, when the time comes...

Thinking of that scene, Hatalu felt a little chilly, grinning and said to the night elf who was instructing the technicians to carve blood grooves on the arrowheads, Andrea, the special arrowheads you developed are a little too dark, right?

Andrea retorted nonchalantly, Why is it shady? The purpose of upgrading armaments is to increase the damage to the enemy and reduce our losses. You don't have the ridiculous idea of ​​showing mercy to the enemy, do you?

That's what it says...

Although there is no problem in theory, Hataru always feels that there is something wrong.

When the Prophet Velen retreated from the front line with a black face to question Hatalu's arrow, the Technician Archbishop suddenly became alarmed, but at this time Andrea had already slipped out of sight.

this……

Looking at Weilun's unfriendly expression with numbness in his scalp, Hatalu looked up to the sky and sighed aggrievedly, You are careless in making friends!