Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 315: Dire straits

At this time, the high elves' wizard group was suppressed by the two-headed ogre mages. How terrifying the two-headed ogres who were born with multiple spellcasting abilities are, and whoever tries it will be sore. This is not a question of one plus one equals two. This is a collapse of an elf against a twin wizard who completely surpasses the concept of telepathy.

The two heads can cast spells at the same time, and they are so smart that one head can use fire or frost magic to hit you, while the other head can directly use physical attacks such as Earth Spikes. The compound attack of multiple attributes plus the perfect level of coordination can often suppress three or four elven mages of the same level, leaving them no time to attack the charging orc main force.

The spellbreaker, who was good at disrupting the opponent's spells, rushed to the front of the formation, but the effect was not very good. Because the two heads of the two-headed ogre magician cast spells at the same time, they often used two completely different sets of magic circuits. The spellbreaker could only block one set of circuits at the same time.

Unfortunately, those perverts could use more than one circuit, so the effect of the Spellbreaker was very poor, and it only weakened the enemy's combat power by less than 30%.

Sharpshooters can indeed shoot arrows into the vital points of orc warriors through the gaps in those tin cans, but unfortunately there are too few real sharpshooters. Even if a few orcs fall occasionally, the orcs behind them will instantly fill the vacant positions.

The elves' glaive throwers were also pouring out triangular whirling blades like crazy, and as long as they hit, they would plow a bloody road among the orcs. The problem was that many elite orc captains were mixed in the charging team. Many powerful guys could even use heavy weapons to directly knock away the whirling blades shot by the glaive throwers.

At this moment, Kael'thas and the elves finally realized what Alleria meant by the green frenzy. The enemies before them seemed endless, giving people a feeling of powerlessness that they could never kill them all.

Just at this moment, the red dragon army led by the Dragon Roar Orcs emerged from the huge fog.

The orc armored infantry all over the mountains easily overwhelmed the infantry formation of the elven warriors. The gorgeous but thin armor of the elves exploded in mid-air as their masters blew it away.

The troll pitchers, armed with metal spears and having long since upgraded their weapons, came from both wings and easily killed the precious Spellbreakers of Silvermoon City with their powerful spears. The Spellbreakers' slender kite-shaped shields seemed to have too small a protective area and were too thin in the rain of spears.

The powerful two-headed ogre that charged at the front was unstoppable. With its unimaginable strength and agility beyond people's concept of ogres, it quickly disassembled the arcane constructs into slag-like parts.

The mountain giants roared and howled, but their clumsy movements had no effect on the Gronns, who were just as strong and more agile. On the back of each Gronn was an orc sitting on a chair nailed to the Gronn's back, controlling the Gronn's movements with chains. The chains were connected to a series of iron rings embedded in the Gronn's arms. It was cruel and bloody, but effective. As long as the chains were pulled, the semi-tamed Gronns would know to turn or dodge. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Unless an elven ranger can shoot the riders to death, these enslaved gronn are the most terrifying war machines.

However, this is not easy. Each rider is an orc from a small clan who has been strengthened by the Storm Altar. They often have wind shields on their bodies. Arrows shot directly at them are bound to be deflected by the strong wind.

This is a war of suppression on all fronts.

In almost every link, the elves were suppressed by the Horde.

In the center of the battlefield, an elven flag is particularly eye-catching.

There is a ball of golden flame on the red background, that is the Eternal Flame Legion, the first infantry regiment established since the high elves crossed east from Kalimdor.

It had participated in the founding war, the first defense of Silvermoon City, and the Troll War three thousand years ago.

Back then, even when facing the terrifying First Legion of the Amani Troll Empire, the invincible troll elites, which numbered more than three times theirs, were defeated by them.

Dath'Remar Sunstrider, the founding king of Quel'Thalas, once said that this was a legion that truly inherited the pioneering spirit of the Quel'dorei (high elves) and was forged with an iron will.

Their fighting spirit and will to fight are unquenchable, and they can definitely fight to the last soldier on the battlefield.

But this legion is now almost completely destroyed.

As both wings began to disintegrate, not a single elf among them escaped.

They did not lose to willpower, but they lost to the new era and the stronger and better-equipped Blackrock Clan Legion because they still stuck to the old way of fighting.

The few remaining flags held out for short time in the green tide, and in the blink of an eye, they were completely submerged.

Seeing an orc holding high the broken banner of Eternal Flame, Kael'thas on the command platform collapsed on the spot.

Pale lips murmured: "It's over! It's over! Everything is over!"

In preparation for his expedition, the Eternal Flame Legion that his father temporarily assigned to him was wiped out in less than ten minutes during the battle against the Horde.

How could he have the face to go back and see his father?

The legion was completely destroyed and the battle flag was captured. Anyone who had a little knowledge of the high elves' military structure would understand that the Eternal Flame Legion had completely disappeared in this reality.

Its former fame and all its glorious history were taken away by the orcs and completely disappeared from this land in that moment of humiliation.

Kael'thas almost committed suicide!

A graceful female mage pounced on Kael'thas - she was the great astromancer Solanlian, a die-hard fan of Prince Kael'thas.

"Your Highness! Retreat first! Quel'Thalas cannot live without you! Otherwise, the royal bloodline will be cut off! We will retreat first and win back later!"

More of Kael'thas's diehard followers rushed over and held Kael'thas tightly.

When the retreat flag was waved on Kael'thas's command platform, the entire elven front collapsed like an avalanche.

The elves cried and wailed, threw away all their weapons and equipment, and ran away.

The most taboo thing on the battlefield is to collapse. Especially when the enemy's speed is no less than yours, collapsing is a nightmare.

The orcs laughed and smashed the elves who stayed to resist into meat paste.

The trolls grinned wildly as they nailed the slender elves one by one to the ground with the metal spears provided by the orcs. Looking at the dying elves struggling and twisting their bodies on the ground like frogs waiting to be dissected, the trolls wantonly vented the resentment that had accumulated for thousands of years.

The trolls filled with murderous intent naturally continued to chase the elves, while the psychopathic trolls began the most inhumane slaughter. They slowly tore these handsome men and beautiful women in the eyes of humans into pieces one by one.