Stormwind God

Half a minute later, there was a big explosion that destroyed the world.

The energy pouring from the high-explosive shell tore the entire Illedare sentry to pieces, and several huge hill-like clods were blown into the sky.

Looking at the limbs and flesh of the demons flying to the sky, Rao was completely speechless by the Draenei troops ambushing two kilometers away.

Feeling the tremor from the ground, Yrel found she cried and lost her voice, and made a gesture of prayer in anxiety and fear.

Even though the Draenei's deadly enemy was bombarded, she was still very uncomfortable.

The continuous shelling lasted for three minutes. When the shelling stopped, all that remained was ... dead silence.

Yrel smiled bitterly: "By the way, are we still involved?"

Marrad insisted firmly: "It is also the responsibility of the commander to confirm the results."

Yrel made the decision: "Let ’s go. If there are still demons that are not dead, we have an obligation to give them a final blow."

After all, the hoof turned his head and ordered the magician who followed the army: "Call the Royal ... to prepare for the kiln team. After 10 minutes, we need an artillery collaboration."

Running two kilometers in 10 minutes is not a steep mountain road, this is a relatively fast armed march. But Yrel couldn't help it, and at first she didn't dare to bring her troops close to kilometers. After all, the new type of artillery in the first actual battle did not hit the enemy, but a stray bullet killed a whole team of Draenei infantry, which is not unusual.

When they rushed to the place 500 meters in front of the sentry, the hill that had risen high in the telescope had been leveled several meters.

As expected, the demons inside were not dead.

A crack was ripped in the nearby air where it was visible to the naked eye, and some horrible things rushed out of it impatiently: the huge demon with wings and the seductive succubus roared angrily, waving their hands Yellow-green fel flames, and powerful magical energy.

"Fire!" With his first experience, Yrel had greater confidence in the accuracy of the three warships.

After another round of earth-shaking explosions, the Draenei Army, under the leadership of Marad, launched a total attack on the remaining demons.

"In the name of the Holy Light, die, the devil—"

This is not a lot of elite Draenei.

When evading the demon hunting troops sent by Kilgadan, he sacrificed countless Draenei. Although veterans who can live for more than five thousand years are not rare, there are not many of them.

Marrad is one of them.

There were not many former comrades-in-arms. All gathered around him were the elites who had participated in the last war with the orcs.

They clung to the approach bridge outside the city of Shattrath and faced the terrible orcs a hundred times theirs without fear. Even the incredible Blackstone clan at that time once smashed their hate before them.

This is a legion made of steel. Each of them is like iron. In the name of the Holy Light, they are always willing to give their lives to the Holy Light and their compatriots.

They sang the peculiar hymns of the Draenei, and in a non-returning posture, they shone with golden light and rushed into the middle of the dusty battlefield.

Yrel could have stayed, but she chose to incorporate herself into the striker, closely following Marrard.

She held a short-handed hammer with a shiny purple ray hammer head in her right hand, and a deft, approximately oval-shaped shield in her left hand, sprinting towards the enemy with the unique lunge of the Draenei's recurved calf.

In the dust, she saw a Sartre struggling on the ground. Don't look at it seriously injured, a left leg was missing from the shell, but it still violently tore a Draenei warrior's entire left arm with his paw.

"Ahhhhh!" While the male Draenei screamed, he launched a counterattack against Sartre, but was blocked by a claw.

The result of countless combat trainings is that Yrel's movements will not change at all. She kicked her foot, letting her fly over like an arrow, seeing the opportunity, the rounded hammer smashed at Sartre's head relentlessly.

At the most appropriate moment!

[Seal of Order] The outburst caused Yrel's hammer to add additional sacred damage.

"Drink—" Yrel was desperate.

At this moment she really didn't think about what would happen if she missed a dozen.

In fact she almost missed it.

Sartre tilted his head the moment he was about to be hit in the head.

If it hadn't been for her subconsciously tilting the hammer, it is estimated that the hammer would have been rubbed against Sartre's ears.

Fortunately, it was such a bias, and the feel of hitting a heavy object suddenly came from the hand.

In the eyes of the apprentice Calapo who had never actually been on the battlefield, a full quarter of Sartre's face was hit.

The scene of flesh and blood flying, the scene of brain bursting out, it is estimated that she will not forget for a long time.

Surprisingly, she didn't hear about the vomiting that some soldiers would have when they first killed. She was a little calm and even a little excited.

"I did it! I really did it! I tried the persecutors of the fallen who persecuted my compatriots!" The hoof screamed in his heart, and his flexible eyes turned swiftly, and he immediately glanced at the other not far away. A demon guard trying to kill a human swordsman.

Without hesitation, [Sanctions] came out.

Divine energy followed her gesture and directly hit the demon's brain, causing it to have a paralyzed state for just three seconds.

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, the human swordsman shouted and waved the huge sword in his hand, and chopped off the head of this burly demon half taller than himself.

At the Wildhammer Stronghold, the big men who watched this scene from the monitored magical images claimed that they were strange.

Brian: "Not bad, this little hoof. If it wasn't for her infamous start, I wouldn't be sure she was on the battlefield for the first time."

Kurdran took a sip of spirits: "Well, this qualification doesn't seem to be worse than that of Abides!"

As a recruit egg, this is already highly regarded.

Marshal Abidis was never known for his military strength, because he had the silver five holy men in his hands. Too many top-level men, he was forced to be named a second-class holy horse.

Kurdran's evaluation of Yrel was not low.

Duke was smiling. The better Yrel performed, the more he proved his ‘sight’ is unique.

The hoof is in his mind, and an important milk ride in the heroes in the future!

Of course, it would be even cooler to develop her commander talent.

Seriously, before today, he really hadn't thought about it, she still had such talent in playing rifle synergy. 2289