Naturally, Duque was aware of the earth-shattering battle outside. Taking advantage of the time when C 'Thun was withdrawing his forces, Duque attacked while the enemy retreated. His Magic Net, which had almost nibbled away at the deepest part of the enemy's nest, could ensure that magic messages were unobstructed to the greatest extent.
The hero group was still advancing. Although they lined up in a more reasonable oval-shaped formation, the tentacles were everywhere. After discovering that they could be sensed, C 'Thun's tentacles chose to attack at a faster and fiercer speed. They used speed to attack.
With so many tentacles attacking at the same time, everyone's skills could be seen at a glance. Almost everyone had been attacked.
As they advanced in the underground cave while fighting, Sal felt that there was a problem.
It was just like how the Horde lacked warriors and had to recruit the Forgotten Ones to supplement Orgrim and the other undead warrior heroes.
Because of the disappearance of Rhonin and Turalyon, the Alliance had to supplement a group of second-line powerhouses.
But second-line my ass!
Where did these guys come from?
A red-haired female elf with an impressive bust, who almost burst Sin 'dorei's red military uniform, walked proudly next to Queen Sylvanas.
This female elf who called herself Legolas claimed to be a warrior and was also holding Eskdal's Claw, which was classified as a glove. This thing came from the Molten Core Magmadar's spoils of war. It was a set with both the left and right claws.
At first, she didn't say a word, but her aura was already very frightening.
That was the aura of someone who had been in a high position for a long time. Without sufficient strength and confidence, it was impossible to have such an aura.
She walked next to Sylvanas. It was hard to tell whether she was the queen or Sylvanas was the queen.
At first, Sal only thought that this guy's aura was a bit fierce.
What happened next scared him so much that his eyeballs almost popped out.
A huge C 'Thun tentacle broke through the rock wall and stabbed directly at her and Queen Sylvanas. Normally, Queen Sylvanas' arrow would arrive first, but who knew that Legolas' movement was even faster.
The claw of that mediocre Eskdal swung over, and the bystanders only felt a sudden gust of wind.
In the blink of an eye, all he saw was a bloody, limp tentacle.
In less than half a second, the tentacle bounced up high and fell heavily again, emitting a burning smell and the sound of a leaking ball lying on the ground softly.
A tentacle that could smash a steam tank or even a destroyer into smithereens lay motionless on the ground like a rotten sausage.
What was even more ridiculous was that this woman actually broke a Molten Core level glove. The originally sharp claws were missing a large piece, revealing the white and tender fingers.
What the hell was this?
The woman's finger was fine, but the Molten Core level glove had exploded?
Could it be that the gloves couldn't keep up with her strength?
Sal was going crazy.
The same thing happened to the other three.
An eyeball tentacle burst out, attempting to attack a mage called Dogsh * t, oh, Goss. In the end, this guy didn't use the Magic Net, nor did he connect to the Elemental Plane. He didn't even use an incantation.
A white sea urchin that seemed to be made of pure ice flashed by, and in the next moment, that terrifying tentacle suddenly burst like a water pipe. Countless amounts of blood gushed out from the cracks of various sizes, converging into a stream of blood beside it.
This tentacle that had caused damage to many heroes since the start of the war had reached the end of its life in an instant.
There was also a High Elf named Dom, a warrior with a long black braid. He didn't even have any equipment, and he directly hammered a sharp, curved tentacle with his fist like a drum. That tentacle seemed to have been ruthlessly smashed by a heavy industrial mechanical arm that could lift a thousand-ton ship, and immediately went limp.
Since when did the elves produce so many strong people?
Thrall looked at Orgrim first.
This former chief, who was already a Death Knight, shrugged his shoulders. His expression was clearly saying, if these fellows had been around during World War II at the Dark Portal, why would I fight Cuel Salas?!
Originally, Sal thought that the person next to him understood the situation the best. Who would have thought that Sun King was trying hard to keep a straight face while looking at Goss with frightened eyes.
Damn! To be able to scare the Breaking Dawn level Sun King like this, there was no need to ask, this person must have a terrifying background.
At this time, Wojin gently poked Sal's waist with his elbow. Following Wojin's gaze, Sal saw a strange aura on the Alliance's side.
Because Malfurion Stormrage had fallen into a deep sleep, Fandral Staghelm was the boss of the Cenarion Circle again. Logically speaking, there should be no Night Elf Druid that he didn't know.
But there was one in front of him.
The female Druid who claimed to be Sala had a typical Night Elf green waterfall hair. Except for her pair of eyes that never opened, no matter how you looked at it, she was a typical Night Elf.
Her [Heal], [Rejuvenate] and [Wild Growth] were so smooth that even Fandral, who claimed to be the number one Druid, could not compare.
It had been so long since she showed off her skills, and Fandral had been pestering her for so long.
"Where are you from?"
"A solitary practitioner?"
"Are you interested in joining the Cenarion Circle?"
"The Way of Druids needs a master like you!"
His interest in Sala was not fake.
He expressed deep disgust for Tyrande's excessive approach to the Alliance. Although Malfurion had fallen into a deep sleep and was no longer in power, he could not murder Malfurion.
Within the Night Elves, he continued to rope in stronger masters to increase his faction's influence.
Who knew that Sala would ignore him, and when she was asked anxiously, she asked him to go ask Duque.
Fandral was depressed to death. Unfortunately, he was in a state of battle, and he did not dare to bother her too much. Otherwise, Duque would slap him and say that he was absent-minded. That bitch Tyrande would not protect him.
At the same time, on the void battlefield.
Krasus was sitting on pins and needles, because he was sitting on the throne of the one he respected the most!
Not far away from him was an illusion of a gigantic blue dragon coiled in the air.
At a glance, there was indeed an incomparably huge blue dragon entrenched there. If anyone could see through the thick elemental turbulence that enveloped the blue dragon, they would clearly see that there was no such huge blue dragon in that position.
There was only a Frost Elemental Dragon with a bitter smile on its face.
Krasus was displeased. "Sapphiron, if you expose me, I will not forgive you!"
Sapphiron rolled its eyes. You're blaming me?
Beside Krasus, a figure in a cloak smiled bitterly. "It's fine! This plan should be perfect. Even if something happens, we will prioritize protecting the void battlefield. "
"That's for the best …"
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