Half a minute later, there was an earth-shattering explosion.
The energy from the high-explosive shells tore the entire Illidari outpost apart, and a few huge chunks of earth the size of hills were blown into the sky.
Looking at the demonic limbs and flesh flying in the sky, the Draenei troops who were lying in ambush two kilometers away were completely speechless.
Imriel felt the tremors from the ground, and she found herself crying. She could not help but pray in fear and anxiety.
Even though the target was the Draenei's nemesis, she was still very uncomfortable.
The continuous bombardment lasted for three minutes, and when it stopped, there was only … dead silence.
Imriel smiled bitterly. "By the way, do we even have a chance to fight?"
Marad said firmly, "It is the commander's duty to confirm the results of the battle."
Imriel made a decision. "Then let's go. If there are still demons who are not dead, it is our duty to give them the final blow. "
After saying that, Hoof turned around and gave an order to the army's mages. "Tell the Royal … Kiln Team to get ready. In ten minutes, we will need to coordinate with the infantry cannons."
Running two kilometers in ten minutes was not considered steep, and it was considered a relatively fast armed march. But Imriel had no choice. At first, she did not dare to let her troops within a kilometer. After all, the new cannons did not hit the enemy for the first time. Instead, a stray bullet took the lives of an entire team of Draenei infantry. This was not something unusual.
When they reached five hundred meters away from the outpost, the hill that they saw through the binoculars had been shaved off a few meters.
As expected, not all of the Evil Demons were dead.
At a place visible to the naked eye, a rift tore open in the nearby air, and some horrible things rushed out of it impatiently: winged demons and bewitching succubi. They roared angrily, waving yellow-green demonic flames and powerful magical energy in their hands.
"Fire!" With the first experience, Imriel was more confident in the accuracy of the three battleships.
After another round of earth-shattering explosions, the Draenei troops, under the leadership of Marad, launched an all-out attack on the remaining demons.
"In the name of the Holy Light, die, demons —"
This was one of the few Draenei elites left.
Many Draenei were sacrificed when they were escaping from the Demon Hunters sent by Kil'jaeden. Although veterans who could live for more than five thousand years were not as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns, there weren't many of them either.
Mal 'lad was one of them.
There weren't many of his former comrades left. Those who gathered around him were all elites who had participated in the previous war with the orcs.
They stood guard on the bridge outside Shattrath City, facing the terrifying orcs that were a hundred times stronger than them without any fear. Even the insufferably arrogant Blackrock Clan had once suffered defeat in front of them.
This was an army forged from steel. Every single one of them had a will of steel. Under the name of the Holy Light, they were willing to sacrifice their lives for the Holy Light and their comrades at any time.
They sang a hymn unique to the Draenei and charged into the center of the dust-filled battlefield, their bodies shining with golden light without turning back.
Imriel could have stayed behind, but she chose to merge herself into the vanguard and followed closely behind Mal 'lad.
She held a short hammer with a shiny purple head in her right hand and a nimble oval-shaped shield in her left. She took a lunge step that was unique to the Draenei's calves and rushed towards the enemy.
In the midst of the dust, she saw a Satyr struggling on the ground. Although it was heavily injured, with one of its left legs missing in the bombardment, it still fiercely used its claws to tear off the entire left arm of a Draenei Warrior.
"Ahhhh!" The male Draenei Warrior screamed in pain and launched a counterattack against the Satyr, but was blocked by a claw.
The result of countless combat training was that Imriel's movements would not change at all. She kicked hard and flew forward like an arrow. Seeing the opportunity, she swung her war hammer mercilessly towards the Satyr's head.
At that most appropriate moment!
The [Seal of Command] exploded, causing Imriel's hammer strike to have additional holy damage.
"Ahhh —" Imriel was desperate.
At that moment, she really did not think about the consequences if she did not hit the Satyr.
In fact, she almost missed.
The Satyr tilted his head at the moment when his head was about to be hit.
If she had not subconsciously tilted her hammer, the hammer would have probably brushed past the Satyr's ear by a few millimeters.
Fortunately, with that tilt, she felt as if she had hit something heavy.
In the eyes of this Karabor apprentice who had never been on the battlefield, a quarter of the Satyr's ferocious face was blown away.
The scene of flesh and blood splattering and the scene of brains splattering was probably something she would not forget for a long time.
Strangely, she had never heard that some warriors would feel nauseous after their first kill. She was somewhat calm, and even a little excited.
"I did it! I really did it! I have passed judgment on those fallen ones who persecuted my people! " Hoof screamed in her heart. Her nimble eyes darted around and immediately caught a glimpse of another demonic guard who was trying to kill a human swordsman not far away.
Without hesitation, [Sanction] flew out of her hand.
The holy energy flowed along her hand and directly hit the demon's brain, causing it to be paralyzed for a short three seconds.
Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, the human swordsman roared and swung the giant sword in his hand, chopping off the head of the burly demon that was half a body taller than him.
In the Wildhammer Fortress, the big shots who saw this scene through the magic surveillance screen were amazed.
Bu Laing said, "Not bad, this little hoof. If not for her inexperience at the beginning, I would not have been able to confirm that this was her first time on the battlefield. "
Kudran took a sip of liquor. "Hmm, this talent does not seem to be any worse than Abbendis back then!"
As a new recruit, this was already a very high evaluation.
Marshal Abbendis was never known for his strength, that was because he had the Five Silver Saints above him. There were too many top-notch people, so he was forced to be rated as a second-rate knight.
Kudran's evaluation of Imriel was not low.
Duque smiled faintly. The better Imriel performed, the more it proved that his' foresight 'was unique.
In his mind, Hoof was an important healer knight in the Hero Squad in the future!
Of course, if he could develop her commanding talent, that would be even better.
To be honest, before today, he really did not think that she would have this bit of talent in coordination with the infantry.
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