"ha……"

When Andrea returned home leisurely, Eriel and Samara collapsed on their own sofa like boneless mud and groaned weakly.

"...What are you doing?"

Yiriel raised his eyelids with difficulty, pulled the corner of his mouth and spit out a word "tired."

Andrea chuckled, "There is an old saying in my hometown: sweat more often and blood less during wartime. Every bit of your daily training will be reflected in combat in the future."

After patting Erill's shoulder, Little Hoof grinned and expressed his accusation to Andrea with his eyes.

"Come on, the large-scale war is not far away."

...

On the fifth day when Eriel and Samara began to train in Santis devils, the ogres in the Fortress of Pain finally could not hold back under the urging and temptation of the messenger of the Hanging Mason Fortress. Tens of thousands of ogres waving simple weapons surged out of the Fortress of Pain.

Although the ogres had established an empire, their troops had almost no tactics. The messy ogre army was like launching a final charge, "Ula" shouting and rushing towards Delaney with a tightly arranged military formation.

Akama, who stood straight, held the sword and shield in his hand tightly and raised the long sword shining with the holy light.

"Add to shell! Calibrate the launch angle... let it go!"

Delaney's so-called cannon is very different from Andrea's understanding. It is not a long barrel, but a purple crystal standing behind the position.

As Akama's order was issued, the Shatar scholar standing around the crystal neatly instilled energy into the crystal through the magic circle under his feet.

The surface of the rotating crystal is getting brighter and brighter, and dazzling energy light bombs precipitate from the top of the crystal.

"Boom boom!"

These energy bombs fell into the ogre's position and caused bursts of explosions. Large areas of void began to appear in the originally dense ogre's position.

Since the prophet said that it was mainly about defense, the battle location chosen by Delaney was located between the two hills.

Nari, who seized the high ground in advance, set an example and pulled the longbow full of the bow. "The Ranger opens the bow! Three-stage shooting... Launch!"

The condescending arrows fell into the ogre's position and caused considerable damage, but the ogre has a thick layer of fat and solid muscle protection.

Except for the unlucky guy who was unfortunately hit by a one-eye piercing through the brain, ordinary arrows cannot cause a fatal blow to them.

Most ogres bravely pulled out the arrows on their bodies and planned to continue charging, but at this time, a change occurred.

"Tear!"

The ogre who pulled out the arrow suddenly stopped, and the severe pain and weakness from his left arm made his left hand hang down immediately.

The large sebum layer attached to the arrow also carries a lot of muscles and ruptured blood vessels under the arrow, and the ogre's left arm is gushing blood.

This situation is not an isolated case. Many ogres lose too much blood because they rashly pull out their arrows and quickly lose their combat effectiveness.

"this……"

Weilun, who was standing behind watching the game, grew up in surprise and said, "Why is this happening? Who provided the Ranger's arrow?"

Archbishop Osar twitched his mouth, and his eyes were clearly filled with satisfaction.

“It’s Hatalu.”

"Bang!"

Weilun's face showed an unpleasant look, and he paused his prophet's staff to the ground.

"Nonsense! Who asked him to make such vicious arrows? This will likely deepen the misunderstanding between us and the ogres!"

"Hmph! Misunderstanding."

Osar's expression was a little gloomy "Prophet, why do you always consider the other party first when dealing with your enemies? Isn't the lives of our people important?"

"A weapon that can cause the greatest damage to the enemy is a good weapon. Why care so much about the enemy's opinion?"

Veeron shook his head dissatisfiedly and said, "You have thought it too lightly. Drano is not our hometown. We are outsiders to the indigenous people of this world."

"We were unable to continue sailing for a long time in the Guinidal crash. In order to avoid the sight of the Burning Legion, we must act as low-key as possible to avoid excessive conflicts with the Indigenous people."

The ogre commander was frightened by the large-scale damage caused by several arrow rains and crystal shellings. He lost thousands of people in one charge, which was unimaginable in Delano's previous wars.

Under the command of a two-headed ogre, the ogres dropped thousands of corpses and retreated back to the Fortress of Pain. They needed to spend some time reexamining the weapons and strength of the Draenei people.

Because of Veeron's Huairou order, the Delaney people who had been robbed by ogres in various places before never fought back. The robbed people were usually civilian businessmen and did not have much combat effectiveness.

This led to the ogres at Fortress of Pain that had a serious misunderstanding of Delaney's strength, thinking that their combat ability was as weak as the attitude they showed.

However, in fact, as a race that can be favored by Sargeras, the comprehensive qualities shown in combat and civilization development can also be among the best in the entire universe.

Although the Delaneys lost a lot of cultural heritage during their tens of thousands of years of escape, their technological capabilities and combat effectiveness derived from Ereda did not decline significantly. After all, this is an important weight for them to ensure that they continue to escape from the Burning Legion.

The ranger led by Archbishop Nari conducted an in-depth investigation into the ogre's army structure and individual combat effectiveness before the war began. In the absence of information between the two sides, it is natural that this result will be obtained in the first battle.

Of course, there is inevitably a "credit" that someone secretly instigated.

...

As the Draenei easily won the first battle, the village of Ampoli was not affected much.

Archbishop Hatalu was looking at it carefully with a special arrow.

This arrow is different from the usual straight arrows. There are many inconspicuous barbs in the metal structure of the arrow. Once pierced into the human body, they must not be pulled out easily. Otherwise, these barbs will suck up the flesh and blood around the arrow's part, and then...

Thinking of that scene, Hatalu felt a little cold in his heart, and grinned and said to the night elves who were instructing the technicians to carve blood grooves in the arrows, "Andria, the special arrow you have developed is too dark, right?"

Andrea retorted dismissively, "Why is it hurt? Upgrading the arms are originally intended to increase the damage to the enemy and reduce our losses. You won't have ridiculous idea of ​​giving mercy to the enemy, right?"

"That's what I said..."

Although the truth is OK, Hatalu always feels that something is wrong.

When the Prophet Viron stepped down from the front line with a dark face and asked Hatalu's arrow question, the technician Archbishop suddenly realized, but at this time Andrea had long since disappeared.

"this……"

His scalp was numb and he stared at Velen's unkind face. Hatalu sighed to the sky with a frustrated sigh, "You're not careful when making friends!"
Chapter completed!