New Order of Azeroth

Latest website: Vanessa, the fake Paladin, did not charge with a group of howling real Paladins. She is self-aware. Now that she wears the Judgment Armor, she looks good, but her natural power has also dropped a lot. She was not familiar with horse fighting, and her thieving skills on horseback could not be used at all. She could kill a small soldier with the sword of Ashkandi Brotherhood, but it was difficult to deal with the Forsaken generals.

It would be too humiliating to be chased and beaten and shouting "Help!" heartbreakingly, so she could just pretend to be cool from behind.

From the hot-blooded type to the Buddhist type, the whole transformation process was smooth and natural. Unknowingly, everyone rushed to the front. They did not think that His Highness the Regent was running slowly, but that they were running too fast.

Jaina also knew that she couldn't exert much fighting power now, so she came here to protect her.

"Let's go over there!" Vanessa sat on the horse and looked around, quickly pointing in a direction on the battlefield.

Prince Sunderland, the wind elemental, was beaten to death.

The Forsaken mages were also very decisive people. They crushed the barrier that bound the wind elemental prince, and then continuously attacked his elemental core and forcibly killed the elemental creature.

The flaming horse turned into a gust of wind and passed by the body of the Wind Prince. Vanessa had extracted the energy from the Wind Chaser's imprisoned skull many times before, and now she slightly imitated its characteristics. With the speed of the horse, she stretched out her hand to grab it. Raising the Fury of Thunder. Wind Chaser's Blessed Sword.

With the death of Prince Sunderland in the battle, this artifact long sword has become an ownerless thing. The artifact is in a state of extreme chaos. As Vanessa reaches out her hand, it discovers, eh, this aura is a bit familiar, I didn’t say anything, just go with her!

The thirty-meter-long artifact sword quickly shrunk, and finally became one meter long, with the shape of a one-handed sword covered with thunder all over the sword.

With the Wrath of Thunder in her left hand and Ashkandi in her right hand, she used the impact of the war horse to kill two Forsaken mages. Not only did she raise the tip of her sword, she also grabbed the elemental core of the Prince of Wind Elemental.

This core was seriously damaged, but it also has certain research value.

The Forgotten Mage was furious. Both the artifact sword and the elemental core were their trophies. How could they be snatched away by the enemy?

They began to recite spells to teach the bandit an unforgettable lesson, but then they stopped. Jaina's spell fell on their heads first. Her level was higher than theirs, and she cast the spell in advance. A total of twenty people were killed. The Forgotten Mage was swept into the accurately controlled ice storm and never came out again.

"Give this thing to Dalaran." Vanessa studied the core of the Prince of Air Elements, and found that it was of no use to her.

She was neither a shaman nor could she absorb the energy of the wind element. The undead plague also caused some pollution to the core, so she simply gave it to Dalaran as a reward.

Jaina also thought of this. In fact, she had no need for this thing, but taking back Dalaran could stop some people's mouths, so she immediately nodded and took it.

Um? After Vanessa finished speaking to her, she turned around and saw a familiar figure from behind. But when she wanted to take a closer look, the Forsaken had already begun to retreat to the underground city.

"What?" Jaina has been looking at the ruins of the royal capital. She is familiar with many places here, but the once gorgeous towers have become ruins, the once spotless giant bells are scattered on the ground, and the cracks in the walls are covered with deformed vines. , the city is filled with a strong and almost indestructible air of death.

Seeing Vanessa's expression was different, she asked casually.

Vanessa wasn't sure who she saw just now, it was just a back figure, very blurry.

"It's okay, let's keep up too!" She can't charge, but she can't hide behind either. As a woman, she doesn't need to show off her bravery on such occasions. As long as she makes a charging gesture, it will meet the requirements of all parties. .

If a female leader cuts and is covered in blood, doesn’t that make men look useless?

Herod, a two-meter-tall tall man holding a wheeled axe, with muscles all over his body, rushed into the queue of the Forgotten like a whirlwind.

His attack method was purely physical. This fierce general used only the strength of his muscles to whip up waves of killing whirlwinds. The sharp ax brought a cold light and continuously chopped on the heads of the forgotten ones.

The high-level executive officer of the Forgotten, the female warrior Dasalia from Tarren Mill, faced Herod with two swords in hand. One of them was powerful and powerful, and the other was exquisite in sword skills. No one could do anything to the other in a short time.

The two sides fought for more than ten rounds. Seeing that Herod could not take down the Forgotten One in a short time, Old Fording immediately ordered his apprentice, the female priest Partris with the reputation of Silver Priest, to assist. This is a battlefield, no matter what. What kind of duel do you need to play?

Silver Priest Partrice is very powerful, and her talent is even more terrifying. She can be said to be the strongest priest on the scene.

Her look is full of holiness, and her awe-inspiring and inviolable demeanor is intimidating. There are really not many people in Azeroth who are qualified to be her teacher.

She whispered two syllables in her mouth, and then she saw a holy light strike falling from the sky and hitting the head of the high-level executor. At the critical moment, this Forsaken female warrior with rich combat experience rolled to avoid the vital point. , but he was still punished by the Holy Light on his left arm. The Holy Light was like a raging fire, constantly winding and burning upward.

"Seeking death!" The Wither One shot an arrow at the silver priest. There was no trace of urgency in the other party's expression, and a golden shield blocked the sharp arrow with a wave of his hand.

A silver light bloomed in Partrice's eyes. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net A hundred meters away, she looked directly into the eyes of the Withered One. This was her silver priest's famous skill, repent!

Endless regrets welled up in the heart of the Withered One, and a large number of memories appeared before his eyes like a revolving lantern. There seemed to be countless voices around him asking him in a low voice, "Do you regret it? Are you sad? You still have hope, you can still look back, come on, Come and embrace your new life again..."

Wither's eyes turned scarlet, asking him to repent? He has no regrets about the dream and will never regret it! Even if it is hell, he is willing to go with him!

Um? Silver Priest Partrice was shaken for the first time after entering the battlefield. How could anyone resist her confession?

"Be firm in your path, and don't use your path to despise other people's paths. You are strong, but if one day you meet someone stronger than you, will you deny what you have always insisted on?"

Old Fording promptly reminded him that his new disciple had very good qualities in all aspects, but he was just a little proud. He had been worried that he would be unable to recover due to setbacks in the future. It was a good thing to meet a determined Wither now.

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