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"Now, do it!"

Just when the two strong men continued to stand in a stalemate, and Cenarius could no longer hold on, a gentle and calm male voice suddenly sounded.

Then, Mannolos, who was grinning ferociously, suddenly noticed that there seemed to be strange movement in the land under his right hind leg.

The originally solid land under his feet seemed to have been hollowed out by countless moles in an instant, becoming soft and fragile. For the Abyss Lord's extraordinary weight, this sudden change is tantamount to a disaster. His body immediately lost balance and began to lean to the right and rear.

At this moment, the double-headed spear in Mannoroth's hand was still spraying ferocious beams of evil energy. As his body tilted, the beam of light was like an out-of-control dragon, twisting and tumbling in the air, and finally floating upward.

Some unfortunate eagles and evil bats were brushed by the beam, and were turned into a wisp of fly ash by the blazing evil energy almost instantly.

This terrifying power made Malfurion and others who had just completed the assist couldn't help but tremble. Only a powerful demigod like Cenarius could block Mannoroth's violent attack head-on. And for ordinary mortals like them, even if they are only lightly brushed by the beam, they will never end up much better than those vaporized eagles.

As Mannoroth's heavy oppression temporarily receded, Cenarius finally got a chance to breathe.

During the break in the battle, he took the time to glance at the druids headed by Malfurion. Although the faces of those young druids were full of exhaustion, the determination and bravery in their eyes did not diminish at all. Cenarius felt a warm current in his heart, and smiled and nodded to them to express his gratitude and encouragement.

Through the cooperation just now, he has realized his own shortcomings. In this difficult battle, these druids are his most solid backing.

However, the cruelty of the battle did not ease because of this short-term warmth.

Mannoroth's violent roar sounded again, and his eyes seemed to spurt out scorching flames, glaring at Malfurion and the others. "You ants! How dare you attack the great Mannoroth!"

This abyss lord is obviously a character who must take revenge. He raised the two-handed spear in his hand and condensed a powerful evil energy impact to prepare the druids to vent his anger.

However, how could Cenarius sit back and watch his disciples and grandchildren suffer such threats?

"Devil, your opponent is me!" He roared and stood up.

At the same time, an ancient war tree whose whole body was burning with evil green flames suddenly rushed towards Mannoroth under the control of Cenarius.

The ancient tree tree man was like a brave warrior, waving his huge fist and hitting Mannoroth's face hard. Although this attack successfully interrupted the Abyss Lord's attack, the Ancient War Tree itself was instantly reduced to ashes due to the excessive amount of evil energy it endured.

But this sacrifice is worth it. It gives the druids a chance to breathe and precious preparation time for the next battle.

The tone of the subsequent battle was thus set. With the tacit assistance of Malfurion and other high-level druids, Cenarius faced the unfavorable situation and resisted Mannoroth. Although dangers were always present, he was always able to survive. He could escape skillfully in the thin line between life and death, and he could also suddenly counterattack in the gap, causing Mannoroth a lot of trouble.

Although his attack could not deal a fatal blow to Mannoroth, the violent pit lord was still unable to kill Cenarius as he wished under the unrelenting harassment of the mortal druids. Mannoroth has never been a patient demon, and the current battle situation has made him even more irritable. His anger, like a ignited firewood, is getting stronger and stronger, almost out of control.

At the same time, other demigods on the battlefield were also fighting fiercely with powerful warriors specially arranged by the Burning Legion. Although they are temporarily at a disadvantage, each of them has shown tenacious fighting spirit, and it seems that they will not be easily defeated by the other party in a short period of time. The entire battle situation fell into a stalemate and gradually turned into a tug-of-war.

At this tense and intense moment, suddenly, a sharp and loud bird song pierced the sky, "instantly piercing the gloom of the Burning Legion's encirclement."

Immediately afterwards, countless birds rushed into the battlefield like clouds covering the sky.

When Malfurion saw this scene, a trace of unconcealable joy flashed in his eyes.

"It's Avina!" he shouted excitedly, "It seems that she has successfully completed the task of delivering the message, and reinforcements are coming! We have finally waited for this moment!"

Just as Malfurion expected, when countless birds fluttered high and launched a fierce attack on the Burning Legion's aerial troops, a desolate and distant horn sound came from the distant mountains and forests.

As the horn sounded, a thundering war cry suddenly sounded, rolling in like thunder. A large number of trees swayed violently in the wind, and dust flew up, creating a magnificent scene of thousands of troops charging into battle.

Mannoroth, who was relatively simple-minded, could not understand the current situation for a while. Cenarius, whose morale was boosted, took advantage of the moment when his opponent was distracted to launch a counterattack [For the first time since the battle, Mannoroth was forced to retreat.

At this moment, Mannoroth was in a daze. His huge head turned slightly and looked into the forest. He really couldn't believe that Archimonde's ambush plan failed, and they were ambushed by the enemy.

But the shadowy night elf flags in the distant mountains and forests, as well as the figures of the Black Panther Knights shuttled through the woods, told him that they had indeed failed.

At the same time, Cenarius, whose morale was greatly boosted, would not let go of this golden opportunity. He took advantage of the moment when Mannoroth was distracted and suddenly launched a counterattack [repelling this powerful opponent with the force of thunder.

This was also the beginning of the fight with Mannoroth, the first time he had the upper hand.

At this moment, a Dread Lord flapped its wings and flew quickly to Mannoroth's side. He seemed to be trying to persuade the angry saboteur, trying to calm him down.

Levin, who had been observing the situation on the battlefield, also noticed the Dread Lord at this moment.

He stared at the other person closely and narrowed his eyes slightly: "This is not Tichondrius, but where did this guy come from?"

In the previous battle, the Dread Lord did not appear among the Burning Legion generals who fought fiercely with the demigods. Levin, who had been watching all directions, had not even glimpsed any trace of the Nathrezim in the Burning Legion formation in front.

This unknown big bat looks more like...

Suddenly, Levin showed a look of astonishment: "Coming from the direction of the Pioneer Camp? That's it...it all finally makes sense."

He took a deep breath and felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart. Now, he finally understood the truth behind the murder of Avina's messenger. This kind of cunning and insidious behavior is undoubtedly the specialty of the Nasrezim.

"It's so abominable!"

At the same time, Mannoroth also roared unwillingly, and his voice echoed over the battlefield like thunder. The terrifying sound waves spread outwards with the blessing of evil energy, like an invisible storm sweeping the entire battlefield. Mortals covered their ears one after another under the influence of this impact, but they were still unable to resist the temporary pain of tinnitus and deafness.

After venting his anger, Mannoroth grasped the double-headed spear tightly and pointed the tip of the spear directly at Cenarius, Malfurion and others, with fierce murderous intent flashing in his eyes, as if he wanted to kill all the enemies who dared to challenge him.

But in the current situation, it's nothing more than incompetence and rage.

"You moths and ants, you are lucky today!" He roared viciously, "But next time we meet on the battlefield, I swear to the great Sargeras that I will personally chop off your heads!"

"withdraw!"

After saying this, he waved his hand and gave the order to retreat. The soldiers and officers of the Burning Legion receded like a tide. They rampaged all the way and unscrupulously broke up the resistance forces blocking the way. Finally, after reuniting with the demonic troops on the frontal battlefield, 983 and the others slowly withdrew from the war-torn battlefield this month.

"Huchi...huchi..." After the battle, Malfurion was holding his staff and gasping for air.

Although this was not his first confrontation with the Burning Legion, this was the first time he felt the powerful power of those lord-level demons at such a close range—the violent strength, the crying evil energy, and every blow seemed to be able to Tearing him apart. At this moment, he was like a small boat struggling out of the strong wind and waves, tired and happy.

"Fortunately, Jarod's support arrived in time, otherwise the consequences would be really unimaginable." He murmured to himself, with a trace of fear flashing in his eyes.

However, a voice answered him.

"No," Levin walked out from the depths of the woods, waving a feather in his hand. The feather exuded soft white light, like the brightest star in the night sky.

Just listen to him whisper: "The reinforcements from Ms. Avina and Jarod have not arrived. Before Ms. Avina left, she temporarily handed over the power to lead the birds to me. Those just now were just my bluff, trying to intimidate Just an enemy.

Malfurion was stunned. He carefully thought about the battle just now.

Indeed, although the birds that appeared in the sky were numerous and seemed densely packed, they were essentially just ordinary birds and did not have Avina's unique golden light. In other words, Avina did not really arrive.

Moreover, even if Jarod was notified by Aviana and ordered his troops to set off immediately, Jarod's troops would not be able to rush in quickly behind Aviana, let alone the attack horn and battle. Since the roar came out, he has only seen the night elf flag waving in the distance, and some running Black Panther cavalry, but until now, he has not seen even a single soldier rush to him from the forest and join him. The minister of this fierce battle.

All the noise and momentum seemed to be confined to that deep jungle. .