Self-discipline is king in horse riding and slashing

"But..."

"But what? Adjutant Rebel, what are you afraid of?"

"I always feel like there's something wrong with these mortals down there."

Once an astrologer's adjutant, a picture flashed in her mind. Although it was blurry, she could tell that it seemed to be a group of primitive Eredar, or Draenei.

Thousands of years...

Why do I still see such a picture?

She was puzzled.

"What's wrong? It's just that there are more people, just in place of those disobedient Ganger trash. With so many slaves, we will soon rule this world with plenty of evil energy."

Tersa glanced at the adjutant suspiciously. Although she didn't believe what the other person said, she still cast the detection spell again.

As a result, nothing was found.

what happened?

Is there really a problem?

There are powerful and cunning leaders of the same race such as Kil'jaeden the Deceiver and Archimonde the Defiler.

Although these Eredar people who advocate the constant pursuit of new knowledge are not as powerful as these two after being transformed, they are no less thoughtful than them.

As the supreme commander of heroic Eredar, Gangar technicians, and three fel energy ships,

The ambitious Tersa seemed to have regained the high ground at this moment.

"Catch all those little hooves that are thrown from high altitude!"

Just when she was about to give the order to leave the area temporarily, an angry voice broke through the clouds from the ground below and rushed into her ears.

Along with it, tens of thousands of golden flashes of light quickly rose into the sky.

"They are from the Holy Light Legion!"

"Why do I encounter these disgusting things everywhere!"

"Kill them!"

Even the most powerful commander with divine and semi-heroic strength cannot clearly see the actual situation below. How can those eredar demons with lower strength be able to tell the difference?

They shouted angrily and rushed down without hesitation.

So what if there are many people?

A group of miscellaneous fish!

This is the idea of ​​the demonized eredar swooping down,

But when two golden figures appeared in front of them quickly,

Their faces changed from the excitement of fantasizing about killing trash fish to the fear of facing death.

Vindicator Maraad?

Why is he here!

he....

The Eredar are a famous long-lived race in the Azeroth universe and are naturally capable of casting spells.

The three leaders, whether they are the two who joined the Burning Legion or Velen, who returned from his own way and led the remaining tribesmen to embrace the Holy Light, are all at least 2 years old.

However, the long lifespan and innate spellcasting ability do not make the Eredar extremely powerful from the beginning.

Many people died in various accidents due to their weak strength, wasting their talents in vain.

But as a garrison officer who protects a tribe, Maraad is obviously not a short-lived ghost.

Therefore, no matter which world they are in, whether they are living in Argus, Draenor, or the Eredar people in Azeroth, they have all seen this legendary paladin.

"blame!"

The two golden figures are naturally the Chosen of Holy Light and Maraad, the first paladin trainer to appear directly in the "otherworldly world".

"Evil arrow...uh..."

"hell..."

"confusion.."

A golden flash suddenly appeared on every Eredar demon, interrupting all the evil spells they were casting.

"Holy Light Arrow!"

Forty thousand Light Rangers attacked along with their battle companions.

"Cage of Light!"

The light witch Elise exited from the possessed state. She first kissed the person in front of her, then opened her hands, and two extremely bright and wide holy beams shot out.

"what is this?"

Thousands of Eredar people who were hit were instantly locked into a shrinking cage composed of the power of the Holy Light. They subconsciously reached out to push. As soon as they made contact, they shrank as if struck by lightning. return.

"Don't even think about trapping the powerful eredar."

A trapped mage pulled out a green sword from behind with his backhand, and struck it hard. As elite warriors of the Burning Legion, almost all of them had multiple professions.

"Cage of Light!"

Eredar, who had exhausted most of his evil energy, had just escaped from the trap. Before he could be happy, the prison he had just broken appeared again.

"Eredar warriors, don't give up, they can't defeat us!"

After being transformed by evil energy, Tersa's inner evil thoughts were infinitely amplified, and she fell in love with the warrior profession of violent slashing. The arcane magic she was originally good at was used as an auxiliary means. The Cage of Light was not difficult for her.

"Look back, Tersa, don't make any more mistakes!"

The defender was speaking words of persuasion, but his movements were not slow at all. He appeared behind the eredar commander in a blink of an eye. He swung the hammer of the Naaru turned into holy light and moved towards the back of his former student. He was hit hard on the back.

boom!

With a loud bang, a miserable green figure ran out of the eredar commander's body under the heavy blow.

"What is this? Is the warpstone gas transformed?"

Xuan Lie, who flew up using the Jiao Xing Technique, saw his eyes light up. Just as he was struggling in his mind whether to take him back to refine his elixir, a golden light shattered him.

hiss...

Who is that golden spirit with a long tail?

Why so fierce?

King Zhao looked at the garrison officer who kept flashing and hitting people with a sledgehammer, and fell into confusion.

"You'd better not have any thoughts about those chaotic energies, otherwise I wouldn't mind helping your two majesties educate you."

The arakkoa demigod who controlled the magical crows and captured a large number of Eredar people was about to return to the ground to show off, but when he glanced at the King Zhao who was giving him a headache, he went back to take him back with him.

...

These ten thousand semi-heroic eredar warriors who should have easily slaughtered most settlements in the extraordinary world ended much faster than their explosive beginning.

All the members, from the bottom soldiers to the highest commanders, didn't even have time to say a few harsh words. They were collectively knocked unconscious in just a few minutes.

"Knock them all out, preferably with their heads full of them!"

This was a joke Chen Sheng told his wives before taking off. His voice was not loud, but the four demigods listened carefully.

Some were knocked unconscious by tens of thousands of magic crows, some were stunned by rattan sticks that appeared out of thin air, and some were knocked unconscious by sledgehammers that suddenly appeared behind them.

Under the commander's rhetoric, this elite team of the Burning Team dreamed of conquering the entire otherworldly world.

Regardless of gender, they were taught clearly by the local indigenous people and their old acquaintances without even having to take action personally.

"Great Lord, the rest is up to you."

Vindicator Maraad, who had perfectly saved his people, was very happy at the moment. After handing over the two twitching eredar demons in his hands to the waiting Holy Light Rangers, he returned to the Secret of the Holy Light with a smile on his face. temple.

...

Tens of minutes later, a group of special prisoners sat in rows with their heads tilted to the side in the coalition camp.