Part-time BOSS

At the same time - Astrana battlefield.

"Kane - are you ready? I think it's time for you to show your worth."

Kane Bloodhoof, who had been watching the battle, sighed. He had witnessed too many killings today. The more he watched, the more he realized that Emperor Shenwu was a terrible ruler. The war he initiated The war involves everyone, and the tauren are destined to be unable to stay out.

"I've got everything ready, tell me what you need me to do?"

"Go there and open a passage." Emperor Shenwu pointed at the battlefield and said.

Kane Bloodhoof nodded, "I will complete your mission."

After speaking, he let out a loud roar and led more than a thousand tauren heavy-armed warriors who had been prepared to rush towards the mouth of the river.

At this time, the area of ​​​​the river mouth has become a meat grinder. The ancient war tree tramples the flesh and blood of the centaur, the black dragon burns the ancient war tree to ashes, and the elite shooters of the night elves shoot the black dragon from the sky...

Fierce fighting unfolded in every area. Both sides invested a large amount of troops. One side wanted to open the gap, while the other side resisted to the death. Countless lives were lost every moment.

The addition of these thousand heavily-armed tauren warriors instantly tilted the balance of war towards the Centaur Empire.

The tauren are more than three meters tall, each holding a big ax and a heavy hammer. They have three skills: crushing strike, tough life, and ancestral power. Especially crushing strike, once triggered, it will cause area damage to surrounding enemies. In addition, large creatures have Anti-infantry damage bonus, joining the melee at this time is the nemesis of these furbolgs in front of you.

Thousands of heavily armored tauren warriors destroyed everything along the way, beating the furbolgs to the point where they were about to open the gap.

Tyrande saw that the furbolg was about to be unable to withstand it, and hurriedly sent new units to join the battlefield.

A dozen mountain giants who were more than ten meters tall rushed up carrying the big tree.

Even though the tauren are three or four meters tall, they are tall and mighty. They are extremely burly in front of the furbolgs, but compared with these mountain giants, they immediately become dwarfs.

These mountain giants are made entirely of rock, and the weapons in their hands are taken directly from the whole tree.

Dozens more Chimera beasts with a wingspan of more than 20 meters flew out from the Chimera perch and entered the battlefield. These terrifying beasts had two huge and weird heads, one a lion's head and one a sheep's head. They could attack each other at the same time. Attacks with lightning breath and acidic venom.

For a ground unit like the Minotaur, which had no anti-air capabilities at all, it was a one-sided massacre.

At this moment, the tauren were suddenly miserable. They were beaten up by the mountain giant and fell down row by row by the Chimera's lightning and venom fire in the air.

Fortunately, the black dragon led by Morpheus did not leave, and fought with the Chimera, giving the tauren some breathing space.

Cairn Bloodhoof waved his battle ax, but he was unable to break through this line of defense.

Emperor Shenwu was not surprised by this result. He continued to send troops into the gap like a meat grinder with an expressionless face. Three thousand, five thousand, ten thousand, centaurs rushed in group by group, and died group by group.

Corpses continued to pile up on the battlefield. Emperor Shenwu saw this and sent a team of centaur psychics. These casters who studied evil witchcraft summoned skeletons from the dead corpses to rejoin the battle. However, these centaur psychics also He didn't remain arrogant for long, and was quickly assassinated by a group of elven shadow assassins who appeared out of nowhere.

The expression of Emperor Shenwu gradually became solemn. The night elves were worthy of being the chosen race that had been inherited for thousands of years. This was a strong foundation.

All kinds of extraordinary arms and allied races are emerging one after another, causing this estuary plain to become a black hole that swallows life. He now has tens of thousands of elites filling this bottomless pit.

Even though the Centaur Empire has millions of troops, most of them are mid-range mobs of about 20 or 30 levels just to make up the numbers. There are also many low-level mobs of more than ten levels. The real high-level monsters do not exceed 100,000. One-third of the time has been consumed here.

Shadow of War: Boss, Cenarius has been killed.

Emperor Shenwu: Well done, how did you die?

Shadow of War: Hellscream's jumping chop. In addition, Hellscream still drank the blood of demons.

Emperor Shenwu: I understand. Please withdraw the people who led you. There may be tasks for you to do next.

Turning off the private message, Emperor Shenwu was thoughtful. It seemed that the previous speculations of the advisory group might be true. There might really be such a thing as a fate line in this world.

Especially for those key plot characters, this sense of fate is extremely profound.

I just don’t know how strong this power of fate is? Is it something that can be reversed by humans?

Haha, okay, then let me try what it feels like to change your life against the will of heaven.

Thinking of this, a smile suddenly appeared on Emperor Shenwu's lips.

He took one look at the still anxious battle situation and decided in his heart that it was time to put all his chips in.

Without Cenarius as a potential threat, he could finally do whatever he wanted.

The key now is this gap. Once it is opened, the centaur army can rush into the city.

"Earth Mother Goddess, please lend me your power. Elements from the deep rock abyss, listen to my orders!"

BOSS skill - Summon granite golem.

Boom! The ground suddenly cracked and bulged, and huge rock-structured creatures slowly crawled out from the ground. Four granite puppets with a height of more than ten meters rushed towards the battlefield.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds more harpies suddenly entered the field with flashing wings. They did not participate in the aerial battle between the black dragon and the hippogryph, but swooped down one after another, each harpy holding a A goblin bomb.

Boom boom boom! A series of explosions completely routed the mixed force composed of furbolgs and elf warriors, leaving only eight or nine mountain giants still resisting.

But the granite puppet that followed immediately let them know which was harder, granite or stone.

These big guys, nearly twenty meters tall, hit each other with a punch that was earth-shattering. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the centaurs headed towards the depths of the city to kill.

However, a druid wearing a feather robe and a bearded face appeared in front of the two armies.

Fandral Staghelm (Arch Druid): "Feel the wrath of nature."

Disaster of thorns!

Countless vines grew from the ground and entangled the centaurs and tauren.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of night elf sword dancers entered the battle. These double-edged warriors had tens of thousands of years of combat experience and were extremely skilled in swordsmanship. They had three skills: dodge, critical strike, and blade flurry.

This blade flurry is another magical skill that gives these level 50 elite swordsmen super powerful harvesting abilities.

The centaurs who entered the gap were almost slaughtered like vegetables and melons.

Damn, just close! Seeing the centaur marauders who rushed in being chopped down one by one and then pushed back, the Shenwu Emperor showed an expression of gnashing teeth for the first time.

The level of the monster is still too low. The low-to-mid-level wild monsters of more than 20 levels are too weak. No matter how much they rush in, they will be chopped down. It is okay to rush and kill the archer troops, but they will be dumbfounded when they encounter high-level soldiers.

While continuing to dispatch troops to fill the inside, Emperor Shenwu glanced at the Khan's personal guards 2,500 meters behind him.

These Khan's personal guards are his real elite troops, elite monsters of Yishui.

But he didn't intend to get involved unless he had to.

This thing is a high-level soldier, and it requires a lot of experience to be promoted. It took so many battles to save these 3,000 Khan's personal guards. Once they are all used up, there will be no way to replenish them in a short time.

"Deathwing, I need your help." He yelled at the Black Dragon King in the sky.

Murphy has been watching the excitement from the sky. He doesn't care whether the centaur can win, but now that the other party is asking for help, he must take action.

"Hmph, as you wish! Get your men ready and I will clear a path."

Murphy said, took a deep breath, dived towards the battlefield below, and rushed straight towards the mouth of the river. Morpheus, who had been unable to do anything, hurriedly flew aside to make way for the attack. , I saw the Wings of Death suddenly spreading its wings, the dark wings casting a shadow like the god of death, and opening its mouth wide - the wild flames!

Raging dragon fire spurted out, and vines, furbolgs, centaurs, tauren, and even mountain giants were all instantly reduced to ashes in the flames.

Only the granite golem, with its rock structure and super high fire resistance, survived.

This flame spurted solidly from one side of the river mouth to the other, forcibly burning out a channel composed of ashes and flames. The flames scattered, and the hundreds of sword dancing elves had disappeared, and they all turned into ashes on the ground. Burnt corpses.

As soon as Murphy finished taking a breath of dragon's breath, he was shot with arrows all over his body by the night elf archer behind the line.

He didn't care. The thick dragon scales gave him super high damage reduction. It was completely different from the past when Morpheus had to dodge. He directly resisted the air attack and continued to lick the ground, spraying a few mouthfuls of dragon breath. , the shooter troops also suffered heavy casualties.

Seeing the Deathwing raging in the city, burning the night elves to pieces, the Shenwu Emperor immediately seized the opportunity to fight.

"It's time to attack on all fronts!"

Ten thousand centaur marauders fought in. Although these level 20 monsters were not strong in combat, they were cheaper. The system would be refreshed in large numbers every day. No matter how hard they died, they would not feel bad, and then gritted their teeth.

"Xiao Chen, lead a thousand of the Khan's bodyguards to rush in and supervise the battle from behind!"

I was so nervous that I stopped acting.

The Xiao Chen mentioned by Emperor Shenwu is actually a 'white horse general' with pure white hair, silver scale armor, and holding a halberd of desolation. Although he is a centaur, he actually has a somewhat heroic temperament.

Thousands of troops shunned the white robes (Centaur Overseer): "I obey your Majesty's command, just watch it." After saying that, he waved his halberd and killed him with a thousand Khan's bodyguards.

With the BOSS turning on the halo to boost morale, the ten thousand centaur marauders immediately rushed into the city like a joyful bunch and slashed wildly at the scattered elf shooters.

A thousand Khan's personal guards advanced slowly behind, wiping out all survivors.

Seeing this wave of offensives entering the city, Astrana's situation suddenly fell into crisis.

At this moment, a message appeared in Murphy's private message channel.

Wang Xuan: Mo Fei, you bastard, I asked you to prevent the rise of the Centaur Empire, not to help them rise. What the hell are you doing?

Mo Fei didn't bother to pay attention and kept spitting out flames. He thought to himself: Why haven't those people come yet?

Soon the whole city was in flames, with burning trees everywhere.

A white tiger suddenly appeared on top of a tall tree tower, with Tyrande sitting on it wearing a long white dress.

Deathwing! Tyrande stared at the huge monster in mid-air. During the War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago, she had witnessed the corruption of Deathwing, but she did not expect to see it again 10,000 years later.

Despite the huge disparity in strength, she had to fight.

Tyrande bent her bow and nocked an arrow, and fired an arrow. The arrow drew a silver meteor and shot into the gap between the two scales.

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1795!

Murphy felt a slight sting in his chest, looked down, and immediately laughed.

Neltharion (Black Dragon King): "Little elf, you are very courageous - but also stupid. Who gave you such courage to face the anger of the Black Dragon King!"

Tyrande (High Priest of the Moon): "Get out of my city of Deathwing, Cenarius will be arriving soon! Don't blame me for not warning you."

Neltharion (King of the Black Dragon): "Hahahaha, little elf, your bluff means nothing to me. I don't take Cenarius seriously at all. Besides, the demigod you serve has fallen. This world Nothing can stop me!"

Nozdormu (Guardian of Time): "Yeah, brother, have you forgotten us?"

I saw the air behind Tyrande suddenly distorted, and an elf with long bronze hair walked out. He had a high bun, a long beard, a dragon tattoo on his naked upper body, and a shoulder armor on his right side. It is in the shape of a dragon's head. Time seems to be flowing in the dragon's eyes, and the strange shape gives it a sense of transcendence.

"Nozdormu? It's you!" Deathwing's voice was full of shock and anger, but Murphy was secretly relieved.

You guys are finally fucking here. If you don't come, I don't know how to act anymore. You can't really kill Tyrande and let the Centaur Empire rise.

Nozdormu (Guardian of Time): "Yes, it's me. Your evil plan will eventually fail, but I think you have already expected this, right?"

Mo Fei was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, what does this mean? There is something in the words.

Neltharion (King of the Black Dragon): "Hmph, after so many years, you are still the same, like playing riddles."

Suddenly, a black dragon lord exclaimed in the sky, "Lord Neltharion, we are under attack."

In the sky, red dragons, green dragons, blue dragons, and bronze dragons appeared out of thin air and attacked the Black Dragon Legion.

Murphy looked up and felt greatly comforted in his heart. Thank God you brought a lot of younger brothers here. It's okay, okay. If fewer of you came, my conspiracy would really succeed.