The blazing hot wind blew on the ground full of gravel and ashes, rolling up the dust like waves, layer by layer, whistling and blowing into the distance.
In the northwest of Azshara, a huge army was slowly advancing along with this gale.
Three hundred thousand elves sounded like a lot, but in reality, this was only a small part of the army of the huge Night Elf Empire. Because of the speed of mobilization, Ravenkaise could only gather the lords closest to Azshara.
The lords further away needed a month, or even several months to get here.
This was not an exaggeration.
Ten thousand years ago in Azeroth, this was the period when the Night Elf Empire was at its strongest. Kaldorei occupied nearly eighty percent of the territory of the ancient Kalimdor continent.
The former Amani Troll Empire was only left in the northeast corner of the continent, struggling at death's door with Zuaman as a line of defense.
The once glorious Gurubashi Empire was split into two parts, Zul 'Farrak in the southwest and Zul' Gurub in the southeast.
If the Night Elf Empire mobilized, it was still possible to gather three or four million troops. Of course, the quality would definitely be uneven.
To be able to gather three hundred thousand people in such a short period of time was already an amazing rallying power of Lord Ravenkaise.
Unfortunately, when facing the Burning Legion, Ravenkaise only felt a little … Was there too few people on his side?
The demons wreaked havoc everywhere. They burned down every house and forest, slaughtering every living creature within their sight.
From afar, there was a flood of hellhounds howling. Behind these hound demons, blue-skinned demon guards also gathered there. When they saw the rows of Night Elves at the end of their line of sight, they all howled happily.
Although chasing and destroying fleeing prey was also a kind of pleasure, large-scale slaughter was what demons loved the most.
Today, more innocent people would be killed, more blood would splatter, converge into a river, solidify into a lake.
"Awooo —" After the leading giant hellhound elite let out a chilling cry. The demons advanced towards the neat and orderly line of elves.
Ravenkaise nodded.
"Archers, get ready!" a noble shouted.
Under the leadership of an archer who had obviously stepped into the realm of heroes, more than thirty-eight thousand longbows were raised high, slanting towards the sky.
The nobleman tossed a handful of fluff above his palm.
Looking at the direction in which the fluff had drifted, the noble continued to shout, "Level three wind, ten degrees east!"
"Awooooo —" Even though they were against the wind, the chaotic howls of the hellhounds as they ran at full speed formed a huge sound wave that pounced towards the elves.
Some of the new soldiers who had never been on the battlefield almost couldn't hold their bows steadily, but those experienced marksmen nocked three arrows on the bowstrings in one go.
The elf noble raised his hand high and looked forward.
The group of demons was getting closer and closer, and he suddenly swung his hand down.
"Xiu, xiu, xiu —" The continuous sound of breaking wind formed a terrifying long sound.
Accompanied by the shocking shriek of the Grim Reaper, more than a hundred thousand arrows formed a huge black cloud that stretched for several kilometers and suddenly rose into the sky.
When the flashing arrows reached the highest point, under the effect of gravity, the sharp arrows were like a summer shower, pouring down on the demon's body.
From afar, it looked like a gigantic Grim Reaper, opening its arms to embrace the devils.
The devils weren't brainless creatures. However, even though they knew that death was in front of them, the Burning Legion still didn't slow down.
The torrential rain of arrows suddenly fell.
The devils of the Burning Legion were indeed demons, but they still had physical bodies. They weren't invincible.
The first round of arrows almost completely covered the hellhounds. Some of the hellhounds had so many arrows stuck in their bodies that their corpses couldn't even lie flat on the ground.
The hellhounds fell to the ground and died.
Nearly two hundred Apocalypse Guards also fell from the sky.
However, the Burning Legion devils stepped on their comrades' bodies as if they were stepping on a stepping stone that had nothing to do with them, and they passed by at high speed.
The hellhounds ignored their dead comrades. In their eyes, there was only greed for the Night Elves. They roared and continuously sped up with the momentum of participating in a carnival.
"Damn it!" Ravenkase cursed. "Fire at will! Quick! "
The hellhounds' acceleration exceeded the imagination of this veteran Night Elf Overlord. Usually, even if it was a cavalry charge, with the Night Elves' hand speed, they could shoot at least four to five rounds of arrows.
However, those damned hellhounds suddenly accelerated and disrupted everything.
"Fire! Fire at will! "
The archers gave up on aiming accurately and loosened the bowstrings in their hands almost as soon as they were ready.
The arrows of death shot towards the group of devils again, but the effect was obviously not half as effective this time.
The Hell Hound in front of the Hellhound agilely made evasive maneuvers with irregular steps, increasing the distance between it and its companion.
The Demon Guards at the back actually raised their huge shields and formed a standard carapace formation.
"These aren't just beasts! They're practically war machines! "A noble beside Rhonin roared." They learn too fast! "
Ravenkase ignored this guy. "After the third round of shooting, all archers retreat! Infantry to deal with the impact! Mages who can still cast spells cover! Lancers — prepare to charge! "
"Your Excellency!" Rhonin suddenly shouted. "Can I participate in the battle?"
"At this time, Mage, you can do anything! As long as you don't attack us elves! Go! " Ravenkase originally wanted to refuse out of pride, but after the magic of the Well of Eternity was cut off, almost all the Mages under him became dead dogs.
The great lord, who was incredibly vexed, answered almost casually.
He had no idea how terrifying the Pharaoh he had released was.
Rhonin flashed to a high slope. Below him were five rows of infantry. The Night Elf infantry held the long and narrow kite shields that looked impressive but were useless, forming a shield wall that Rhonin looked extremely weak.
There were no three rows of spears, no reserves.
Rhonin had no idea how these guys would die if they were attacked by the hellhounds.
Knowing that the hellhounds' magic resistance was insanely high, Rhonin sighed.
He concentrated and cast a spell that he would rarely use in normal times. This was a large-scale spell that he would definitely not be able to use without any equipment. However, he felt the magic amplification from the excellent equipment that the various Demon Lords of Mount Hyjal had contributed to him.
Rhonin firmly believed that he could still do it.
His eyes narrowed.
The ground in front of the Burning Legion cracked open, rocks exploded, and dust was everywhere.
The next moment, from the sky full of dust, a sharp stone wall that was a full kilometer long covered the center of the battlefield from left to right, as if ten thousand large hedgehogs had appeared out of thin air, blocking in front of the hellhounds.
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