Chapter 252: war!

Chapter 252 Battle!

"Roar!"

The sky-shattering roar of the red dragons first kicked off the air battle. Under the urging and threat of the Dragonmaw orcs, more than a dozen adult dragons reluctantly spit out the super weakened version of the dragon's breath. Anyway, they believed that these Even the stupid orcs couldn't see it.

Recently, the knights of the Tianhorn clan such as Saladre and Monton had some in-depth air combat experience and tactical exchanges, and most of the red dragons' first dragon breath breath was dodged.

Even so, there are still a small number of unlucky eggs rubbed by the adult red dragon's breath. The giant eagles under the high elves have powerful enchanted armor to block them. Although the giant eagles screamed in pain, under the treatment of the paladins At any rate, it can still maintain its combat effectiveness.

The naked giant eagles of the Tianhorn tribe were even more miserable. Almost without exception, the individuals that were sprayed were on fire and screamed and fell towards the ground. The knights of the Tianjiao tribe could not escape death.

After all, giant eagles can continue to produce, but experienced knights are the precious wealth of every air combat unit, and it is best not to lose any of them.

Of course, the reality is not a fairy tale. There are no immortals in war. There are several tauren who were included in the flames together with their own giant eagle. The paladins didn't even have time to rescue them. Burned into coke.

The importance of equipment can be seen from the first wave of attacks. Although the high elves were not as strong as the tauren in terms of physique, they all survived under the protection of high-end enchanted armor.

Although he will suffer some damage to some extent, at least he won't die like his allies and make the corners of Ulan's eyes twitch.

Ulan looked distressed at the tauren and giant eagles who had turned into black charcoal, and sighed, "Hey... your high elves' enchanted armor is really useful, but unfortunately the output is not high."

Charlemagne could only helplessly laugh at Ulan's words. After all, the equipment of Sunstrider Wings is not cheap even compared to Spellbreaker, you get what you pay for.

Saradley was also brushed by the breath of an adult red dragon just now. Fortunately, he opened the prismatic barrier for himself and the giant eagle in time to block part of the damage. He did not make a fool of himself under the treatment of the paladin, but Black armor is always inevitable.

"The tactics remain the same! First attack the Dragon Roaring Orcs on the Red Dragon's back, and try to do evasive action as much as possible. Don't call the idiots hit by the Red Dragon Claws a member of Sunstrider!"

"yes!"

Facts have proved that just one or two months of training can't make the Dragonmaw clan change completely. These tribal air forces still can't get rid of the embarrassing situation that most of them rely on the performance of the red dragon itself.

Except for the warlock leader who is the leader who is more threatening, most Dragonmaw orcs can only sit on the back of the red dragon and drive the dragon foolishly. The coordination with the mount is far worse than that of the Sunstrider and the Skyhorn tribe. .

Chicken Thief's Saladley also saw their reluctance from the eyes of the giant dragons at this time. He deliberately avoided the attack on the adult red dragons, and tried to find and kill the orcs on the backs of these giant dragons.

Under the precise arcane spells of the Giant Eagle Destroyer Squad and the ranger's rain of arrows, many orcs fell down screaming after being hit. As for their fate...needless to say.

When the air battle started, there was also a firefight on the ground. The rangers and mages standing on the city wall had already opened up their firepower and poured arrows and spells downward, while the troll headhunters, sorcerers, witch doctors and The orc warlocks are also fighting back.

With the support of the red dragon this time, it is not so easy for the high elves to simply stand on the city wall and defend the city.

Under the interference of the dragon breath sprayed by the red dragons everywhere, high elves were hit on the city wall from time to time, and the wounded and even the dead were quickly moved to the rear to accept priests, druids, and shamans under the dragging of comrades in arms. And paladin healing and... resurrection.

That’s right, resurrection. The first time Charlemagne heard that resurrection really worked, his mouth couldn’t close in shock, but he just shrugged after hearing the restrictions on resurrection.

The biggest problem with resurrection is that this heaven-defying spell that pulls the soul of the dead back into the body can only be successful if it is released within 10 minutes of the death of the dead, and the resurrected person is completely useless in a short time .

Simply put, it is like the weak soul in the game. The whole person will be top-heavy and unable to use his hands and feet. It will take at least half a month of recuperation to regain his combat effectiveness.

For races such as humans and tauren with a large population and strong fertility rate, this resurrection spell is of little significance unless it is used on more important generals, but it is completely different for high elves.

The population is sparsely populated and the birth rate is low. The death of every high elf will make Charlemagne feel distressed. Under the circumstances that this kind of defense battle can guarantee the resurrection of the corpse, he wants to ensure that most of the dead compatriots can be pulled up again.

Malfurion, Fandral and the others finally woke up from the impact of the red dragon's help, and they couldn't help asking too much on the battlefield. These archdruids soon joined the rescue team with the high elf druids. in the ranks of people.

Under Charlemagne's frowning gaze, the city wall was quickly burnt to be riddled with holes under the raging flames of the red dragons, and the iron city gate was burnt to a mass of scrap iron.

"We can't continue to let the tribe continue to attack! Chief Kane, please, the enemy army near the city gate will be handed over to you to deal with!"

After hearing Charlemagne's request, Kane immediately stood up and patted his thick breastplate heavily, "Leave it to me! I will definitely not let these green skins rush into the city."

Then he turned his head and shouted to the tauren warriors of the two races, "Boys! Are you ready? It's our turn to play!"

"Roar!"

The chiefs headed by Naig let out a wild roar. Led by the epic warrior Kane, the group of tauren walked towards the city gate with enough steps to shake the ground.

The big movement now certainly attracted the attention of Orgrim and others who were watching the battle. The chief looked around in surprise, "This kind of vibration...reminds me of the Gronn of Draenor!"

Hmm... Strictly speaking, there is still a big gap between the size of the tauren and Gron, but Gron usually acts alone. At this time, the movements made by the tauren who are walking neatly are really no smaller than Gron.

Kane led the clansmen to the burned and deformed gate, and tried to pull the mechanism several times but failed to open the gate. Naig, a stubborn guy, just stretched out the bullock under the gaze of everyone. The hoof kicked open the door, and the first one rushed out roaring.

Charlemagne couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth when he saw his behavior, and Jie'er, who was standing beside him and in charge of directing the shaman, also covered her face and looked like she couldn't bear to look directly.

However, Naig's domineering appearance obviously suppressed the orcs and trolls attacking outside. The group of tribal soldiers looked at the three-meter-high Naig in front of him and the tauren warriors gradually appearing behind him.

Orgrim also grew his mouth and looked at the sudden appearance of these tauren with a surprised expression on his face, "A cow that can walk upright?"