Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

When Andrea led his personal guards to attack the enemy headquarters, the army of Moon Night Town also let out a majestic battle cry. While Sartre focused his attention on the front, like a sharp scalpel, from their weak rear A precise cut.

Even if the Satyr led by Saraen was the most elite soldier in the clan, being flanked back and forth at the same time caused them to lose their positions for a while.

In addition, Saraen and others who were in charge of the command were suppressed by Andrea, who was attacking by surprise soldiers, and the Sartre army, which lacked command, showed a tendency to be defeated in a short period of time.

If it wasn't for the werewolf rushing into the druid's defensive position, the night elves who were attacking back and forth might have ended the battle at this time.

The satyrs who intended to lure the werewolves to attack the druids were also having a hard time. The rear suddenly lost support, and they were completely alone when they broke into the druids' positions.

There were druids setting up formations in front of them, and hordes of werewolves chasing after them. Facing this desperate situation, most satyrs had lost the light of hope in their eyes.

Although they don't know what happened to Satyr's rear position, the sudden change rekindled hope for Malfurion and others who were exhausted from dealing with the werewolf and Satyr attacks at the same time.

Druids may have insufficient attack power, but they have a good performance in support, treatment and defense, and their defensive toughness is very strong.

Malfurion deliberately arranged for a small group of druids to lead the werewolves into a relatively narrow valley, where thorns and vines grew wildly, trapping the group of werewolves in the valley and unable to escape.

The druids who were used as bait transformed into storm crows and flew high. The werewolves looked at the storm crows flying into the sky, baring their teeth and howling wildly to vent their anger.

The scattered attacks of the demoralized Satyr could no longer put too much pressure on the night elves' defense. Malfurion and the others focused more on the werewolves. After all, these mutated druids used to be their compatriots. .

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When the situation on the frontal battlefield gradually became clear, Nasa, Nawaz, Deliye and others who followed later rushed to Andrea one after another, and confronted the former Azshara Advisory Group led by Saraen. Potential.

Although the satyrs couldn't see the shadow, Andrea knew that Prism was also lurking around at this time, ready to launch a fatal attack on the negligent satyr at any time.

After all, Saraen was once one of Azshara's important advisors. He had participated in the war between the night elves and the trolls, and he could tell at a glance that the current situation was irreversible.

But Saraen didn't intend to just give up so simply. It took hundreds of years to launch this large-scale all-out attack. He didn't expect that the link that went wrong would be on him, which made him unable to be reconciled anyway.

In order to escape from the battlefield and regroup, and wait for a comeback in the future, Saraen must lead the remaining elite subordinates around him to fight a bloody path in the encirclement.

And Andrea and the others in front of them were the first stumbling block for their smooth evacuation.

Saraen, who was very confident in his own strength, winked at the subordinates beside him and told them to drag Andrea's subordinates back. He planned to use Andrea, the general, as a breakthrough.

"Oh~"

Andrea immediately understood Sarah's plan when he saw the formation change of the opponent. He jumped off the unicorn and let the smart unicorn leave the battle circle alone, facing Sarah with his left sword and right stick. Eun took a fighting stance.

In order to avoid long nights and dreams, Saraen took the lead in attacking Andrea.

The gleaming green claws cut through the air and made a sharp sound of breaking the wind. Saraen decided to test Andrea's combat ability in a melee stance.

Although he had never fought against Sartre head-on before, Andrea had a strange expression on his face when facing Sara Entoda's melee attack.

Although after hundreds of years, Saraen has obviously trained his melee skills to a certain extent, but he used to be an out-and-out arcanist after all.

From Andrea's point of view, his waving claws are no different from the bastard fist, just trying to cover up the ubiquitous flaws with forceful speed.

"Om~"

Seeing the moment when the opponent's claws parted and the door opened wide, Andrea's left hand's sword of the dark empire pierced into the opening.

Andrea is not a warrior who has undergone formal training. In the non-transformed state, his strength is not great.

But the precise grasp of the time difference made Saraen extremely uncomfortable. His two claws had just been separated because of the change of move, and he watched this slightly curved, strange-shaped long sword go straight into the middle door, but he couldn't reach it.

At the critical moment, a flash of inspiration flashed in Saraen's mind, and he lowered his head to block the path of the Dark Empire's sword with his horns bent like an argali.

This way of responding somewhat surprised Andrea, but then he waved the staff of Garnier with a light blade in a funny way.

Although he lowered his head and used his horn to barely block the first round of attacks, Saraen's sight became narrow because of lowering his head. The extremely sharp light blade cut off his left horn before Saraen raised his head to dodge. down.

"Uh!"

Saraen, who groaned in pain, hastily retreated, and his hands were retracted from the open state, and he crossed his chest vigilantly in a defensive posture.

Saraen, who was self-defeating, was furious in his heart, "Cunning brat, holding a staff and wearing a robe, posing as a mage. I didn't expect such a good melee combat skill. This guy is definitely not a spellcasting profession!" '

Saraen mobilized all the evil energy in his body to cast spells, and three groups of medium-sized meteorites with green tail flames suddenly appeared in the sky.

"boom!"

After the meteorite hit the ground, it changed shape quickly, and three hellfires crawled out of the hole created by the smash.

"Shadow Claw!"

Andrea's clear voice came from the side of the hellfires, and a giant black hand, about the size of a five-meter-tall hellfire, held one of the hellfires tightly.

After a tooth-piercing crunching sound, the newly formed hellfire was crushed into a mass of rubble by the giant claws, and the core of the evil energy that made up the hellfire was completely destroyed.

Faced with a mindless puppet structure like Hellfire, the soul-affecting characteristics of shadow spells cannot work. Andrea chose to use spells that directly exert destructive power to deal with it.

Hellfire is the Burning Legion's favorite cheap attacking structure. Through the call of the caster, they can appear anywhere on the battlefield, and at the same time have a mental and physical impact on the defender.

As personal experiencers of the War of the Ancients, none of the soldiers in Moonlight Town were rookies on the battlefield for the first time, and this low-level hellfire did not frighten them.

Andrea turned the three hellfires into useless stones all over the ground. Saraen's face was very gloomy. He didn't expect the siege weapons that played a huge role in the War of the Ancients to be so unbearable.

Without the huge portal to the Twisting Nether, any demon over a certain strength cannot enter Azeroth with its own body, and Hellfire is no exception.

These hellfires summoned by Saraen are useless low-profile versions, and the experienced Andrea should not be too easy to kill them.

‘What is the job of this kid? Magic Swordsman? He is quite proficient in melee combat and spells, what a hassle! '

"That's it? Are there other tricks? Just use them."

Andrea saw the black panther sneaking towards this side out of the corner of his eye, deliberately pretended not to see it, and used provocative words to attract Saraen's attention with a flat expression.

Saraen grinned angrily and said, "Since you are looking for death, don't blame me."

"Call! Doomguard!"

Andrea looked at Saraen who was holding up the purple soul stone and rolled his eyes, "Demon Warlock? It’s a waste of the arcane talent you originally possessed...’