There was no such thing as a single weapon that could win a large-scale war. It was not just about manpower and resources, but also the research and development of weapons and equipment.
Since ancient times, it had always been the case that the overall strength of a nation determined the outcome of a battle.
To be able to produce weapons that could restrain the enemy's main force within a certain period of time was already something worth celebrating.
Battles between soldiers would obviously end with the victory of the allies, but battles between the strong would be a different story.
The people of Eredar, who worshiped evil powers, and the people of Draenei, who worshiped the Holy Light, had been in love and killing each other for 25,000 years. Both had their own ways of dealing with the other.
Low concentration Holy Water could bully low-level demons, and it had a certain effect on mid-level demons, but it was a different story for high-level demons.
Everything else aside, just the High-Order Demon's black protective shield that was as faint as a fog was enough to keep any holy water from entering. It was more like two opposing energies canceling each other out.
After a few heavily injured Illidari Emissaries were smashed to death by Marrad's hammer, the enemy's manager finally appeared —
Dreadlord Lotharus!
Other than the few at the top of the rankings, the Dreadlord had become a synonym for a Boss. Duque stood at the top, so of course he could say that it was a fight between weaklings.
But the reason why the Dreadlord could be crowned with the title of Dreadlord was because he was an existence that could not be dealt with by normal soldiers and beginner professions.
"Hmph!" With a cold snort, the Dreadlord's signature [Rotten Stink Bug Swarm] directly caused the dozens of Holy Knights within a hundred meters to choke on their throats, causing them to fall to the ground in pain.
"Out of the way!" The muscular man, Marad, roared as he waved his war hammer, which was shining with a golden radiance, and engaged in a fierce battle with Roserus.
There was more than one Lotharus on the sentry side. A demon with the appearance of a succubus appeared. She waved her evil long whip, wrapping it around the necks of the Draenei Warriors, cruelly killing them.
If it was a pure succubus, she might have charmed the Allied Warriors, causing them to die in a humiliating manner.
But she was not.
She was the Queen of Pain, Gabrisa!
An evil existence that took pleasure in torturing others!
"Demon! Your opponent is me! " Mustering up his courage, Iril used the shield to protect his body with his left hand and lowered his right arm so that his arm was in a position where he could exert force at any time. Once he caught hold of the enemy's weakness, he would definitely swing his warhammer in a circle.
"Oh, hehehe! A young and beautiful hoof! Do you want big sister to tell you how to change from a little hussy to a coquettish hussy? " The evil Jabrissa extended her purplish-red snake head and licked the end of the whip. Her coquettish demeanor sent a chill down Imriel's spine.
"Death is the only end for you!" Imriel shouted.
Regardless of whether it was real or not, it could at least scare people, and Jabrisa made such a declaration. "Heh! I, your sister, am an existence that will never die! "
Then, a strange sound echoed on the battlefield.
"Ugh … Damn it! Hmm … "
"Oh oh oh oh!"
This strange sound naturally attracted the attention of Duque, who was approving documents in the Karazanli office.
"F * ck!" Duque was shocked.
What did he see?
A hoof that was being teased by a female demon.
The thorny whip dodged Hoof's shield at an unbelievable angle, drawing an arc in the air and easily shattering Hoof's Excellent-grade armor.
What was supposed to be a flawless set of heavy armor that covered the entire body, with the exception of the occasional exposed neck, was actually beaten up by Gabrisa into a set of female armor from some Korean games before he transmigrated. Well, it was the kind of armor that had pauldrons and leggings, but the crucial parts were only left with three points.
Only after looking did he realize that the hoof's unique perky buttocks, coupled with the tattered clothes that looked like they had been raped countless times in a certain game … It was really cool.
Her hoof did not just take a beating, and just as she was frowning under the unbearable pain of soreness and numbness, she finally struck back.
[Reckoning]!
In this era, it was a holy knight's most powerful counterattack.
After a holy knight suffered a fatal blow, he would gain an additional chance to attack. If it was an ordinary holy knight, the upper limit could be stacked four times, but the better the endurance and the purer the holy light, the more times the holy knight could stack.
In other words, you could beat up a holy knight, but the holy knight could use the holy light to record your deeds like a little black book, and then settle the score all at once.
Now, Imriel was using such a tactic.
But … it seemed to be used in a wrong way.
In a flash, Imriel had swung her hammer at least a dozen times, but when she hit it, it seemed to have the special effect of a whip.
"Crack crack crack!"
The Queen of Pain seemed to have suffered a dozen whips, not a dozen hammers.
Jabrissa's tears flowed, her arms hugging each other like she was hugging herself, her legs closed, then her body convulsed, and she started moaning crazily.
What the hell!
What the hell is this?
Is she playing hardcore games on the battlefield?
Should I say, as expected of a demon?
Imriel was stunned and stood rooted to the ground.
Duque was also speechless.
It was not impossible to let go and let the hoof grow, but he could not let the hoof lead him astray.
Duque had almost destroyed a high priest in the Ancient War, he could not let his future archbishop be destroyed as well!
He could not tolerate this!
Just as the Queen of Pain took advantage of the moment when the hoof was stunned and sent it flying with a whip, a portal suddenly appeared in the center of the battlefield.
A young mage wearing a magic robe slowly walked out from the door.
"Who is it? I'm having fun! Get out of here! " Jabrissa shook her hand, and the already sharp whip now revealed its true destructive power.
Just the middle part of the whip lightly touched the ground, and the hard sandstone instantly exploded into thousands of pieces.
The power of the middle part was already shocking, not to mention the end part that gathered all the evil power.
The young mage did not even have time to activate [Ice Barrier], and was about to be torn into pieces by the whip, but as if the space was strangely distorted, Jabrissa's bewitching face suddenly became asymmetrical.
The left side of her nose was suddenly aimed at the red right side of her lips.
At this moment, Imriel, who was struggling to get up, realized that a line of blood had appeared in the middle of Jabrissa's body. This line had perfectly cut the Queen of Pain in half.
It was as if time had stopped at this moment.
The female demon, who was full of pride just now, still had a horrified expression on her face. She let out a shrill scream of her soul, "Impossible!"
Amidst the mist of blood. Everyone, including Imriel, who was nearby, and the Draenei Garrison Officer who was watching the battle nervously from afar, saw the female demon, who had been acting fierce just now, split in half. She could not be more dead.
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