At the Mount Hyjal defense line in the northwest of the continent, the Burning Legion launched a new wave of attacks.
The Night Elves who were on the defensive needed sleep and food to replenish their energy, but this became their weakness. The demons didn't need this. They could fight day and night tirelessly until they died on the battlefield. They would only retreat and stop fighting when they were at an absolute disadvantage. Even if they retreated, they would quickly return and soak every inch of land in blood.
This time, the demons realized that their opponent's strength had increased greatly. Now, the Night Elves were no longer fighting alone. They had more troops in the battle. The Taurens, Dwarves, and other races were like charcoal in a snowstorm, greatly increasing the strength of the defending army.
This was also the first time the Burning Legion had suffered a defeat. The demons retreated step by step, and they were less than a night's journey away from the destroyed Surama City.
Although they had won many battles recently, Malfurion, who had returned to the allied army, couldn't be happy.
This wasn't just because his home Surama had been destroyed beyond recognition by the various battles. His unease came from the new strength in his army.
As the leader of the allied army, Disdell Starry Eyes, an idiot who had climbed to the position of commander-in-chief after Ravenkaise's death, was Malfurion's greatest source of worry.
As someone who had experienced the first and second Battle of the Dark Portal, the Battle of the Dalajan, the Battle of Mount Hyjal, and many other battles, Luo Ning couldn't help but sigh. Compared to Duque, Disdell's commanding ability wasn't even a fraction of Duque's.
Duque could combine different races, troops with different weapons, and even armies with different levels of technology into an orderly whole, unleashing the greatest power. Even the logistical supplies that most of the allied commanders didn't know how to do were organized.
From killing the Orcs, to defeating the Scourge Army, to taking care of the Burning Legion's demons, the allied army really hadn't suffered any losses.
However, the Night Elves didn't truly join forces with other races to fight alongside them.
Disdell arranged his soldiers to the left and center of the army, while the other races were arranged to the right. The different races rarely interacted and didn't affect each other at all.
If this could still be considered an alliance, then such an alliance was destined to fail. Those demons would constantly replenish their strength and launch even more ferocious attacks, often aiming at the intersection of the various races with incomparable ruthlessness.
The only bright spot was that this new alliance had a large number of powerhouses. Almost every time, they relied on their strength to turn the tide.
Brock suddenly leapt up, his movements smooth and fluid. It didn't seem like something a bulky body like him should be able to do. The grey-haired Orc brandished the two-handed greatsword that used to be the Blade of Natural Disaster and was now called the Blade of Judgment as he charged into the enemy formation.
Brock let out a wild roar and swung his greatsword, easily slicing five demon guards in half at the waist. With a kick, he pushed the still trembling body onto the back of the Evil Demon.
Of course, the fiercer one was still Lord Hou.
This number one orc warrior swung the [Bloodhowl] that was also famous at this point in time, carving out a path of blood. In an instant, twenty to thirty demons were sent flying. Some were dead, some were turned into spare parts, and some were on the verge of dying.
It didn't matter if you were a small demon pawn or a low-rank demon lord, none of them were a match for Lord Hou.
Hell Hound? One chop!
Doomguard? One chop!
Lord of the Abyss?! And it was a f * cking chop!
Before Lord Hou's strength was exhausted, there was no demon that Lord Hou couldn't kill!
Lord Hou was ferocious!
The only problem was that Lord Hou's explosive fighting style consumed too much energy. Luo Ning had to get someone to pull Lord Hou back to rest once every hour.
Thus, Lord Hou had a new nickname in the alliance army: [One Hour God of War]!
With Malfurion's return, he naturally shouldered the heavy responsibility of recovering his mana. The group of heroes could unleash their full strength.
The siblings, Maiev Shadowsong and Jarod Shadowsong, weaved through the enemy formation at high speed. Maiev's Crescent Blade easily set off waves of [Blade Whirlwind] among the demons, sending flying knives to the enemies' vitals.
As usual, Luo Ning used his powerful arcane magic to suppress the Eredar Warlocks. However, the one who killed the most Warlocks wasn't him, but the elusive Vanessa.
With the support of her luxurious top-grade equipment that blinded everyone, Vanessa often used [Backstab] from the back of a Warlock, followed by a [Slice] combo, and cut the Warlock into minced meat. There was no need for her to use a five-star [Eviscerate] or other ultimate skill.
It seemed inconspicuous, but when the results of the battle were tallied, Vanessa threw out a bunch of Warlock staffs. Every big boss in the alliance army was dumbfounded.
Even though the demons fell one after another, new enemies kept surging in from behind. The Night Elves' battle line began to shrink, as if they had been hit by a hammer. They had been fighting the Burning Legion for a long time. Not a single one of them wasn't exhausted.
Archimonde was too cunning. He had taken advantage of this weakness of the Night Elves.
An Abyssal Lord shouted, "I am XX!" before the battle started. Then, like a tank, it charged into the formation and started a massacre, until it was killed by Lord Howl or some other expert in the alliance army.
However, not long after, the portal opened again in the alliance army's sight.
An Abyssal Lord that looked exactly like the Lord that had just been killed laughed sinisterly and shouted, "I am XX back!"
Mortals couldn't possibly know that the souls of the killed demons returned to the Twisting Nether to be resurrected actually came at a high price. They only saw that they had terrifying enemies that could never be killed, and would resurrect immediately after being killed.
So, when more and more ferocious demon warriors with long fangs entered the battlefield, the morale of the elves collapsed.
If it wasn't for the Demigods of Azeroth acting together, such as Cenarius' father, Malorne the White Stag, as well as the remaining four Dragons suppressing the enemy's air force, the battle would have been over a thousand miles away.
"No! We can't go on like this! Our military strength isn't infinite. Even if we gather the combat power of the entire planet, we will still be exhausted to death! "This wasn't just the thought of Cenarius, but also the thought of all the big bosses.
"What should we do?" Even Malorne smiled bitterly.
"Maybe we can blow up the Well of Eternity and cut off the demons' entrance," Malfurion suddenly said.
"How?!" Everyone's eyes lit up.
"Soul of the Dragon!" Malfurion spat out four words.
"But we can't find that traitor, Nesario!" The Red Dragon Queen gritted her teeth.
At this moment, Rhonin suddenly interrupted, "No, maybe I can!"
What he took out was a black dragon scale that had crossed 10,000 years of time and space!
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