Sam was as conscientious as ever, carefully and efficiently performing the task assigned to him by Regan: to peel off Scram's soul intact.
At this moment, the insect man's soul is being imprisoned in the thing that looks like crystal in the knight's hand. Separated by a white frost film, the miniature Scram can be seen wailing and rolling inside, and it seems that he has endured a huge amount of energy.
pain of
The good wanderer drowned in the water. Scram, known as the prophet, obviously did not expect that he would also have such a day: just like his previous poor prey, his soul was extracted and put in a container, becoming an excellent collection.
Of course, Regan's purpose is by no means so boring. It can't just be to collect a frozen bug. What he needs is the information in Scram's mind - all kinds of information about the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj.
The Qiraji have been lurking so perfectly for nearly a thousand years that few people know that there is a magnificent temple under the ancient city, let alone understand the guardians and paths within it, so Regan is in great need of a...
As detailed information as possible, and as smart as the prophet Scram, it is natural that he would not fail to guess this mortal's plan.
But it's a pity that he guessed the front part but wrongly guessed the back part
Regan has never been a pedantic paladin, just as he is not a general who follows the rules. Scram's mistake is that he is too confident in his own importance, thinking that without his cooperation, these mortals will eventually become headless.
Flies, consumed in the tight defense of the temple
Although he was right, what he didn't expect was that among these humans there were also masters of soul magic.
Among many professions, warlocks who deal with demons all day long undoubtedly have the most say in this matter, but their spells have a high probability of causing damage and fragmentation of the soul, and they cannot completely copy the target's memories during life. This is not thunderous.
What Gen wants to see
In comparison, the death knight's soul stripping spell is obviously different: while perfectly retaining the memory of the deceased, it can also give him lingering fear and psychological shadow at that moment, whether it is home travel, murderous revenge or...
It is extremely suitable for interrogation and extorting confessions; and Sam happened to be practicing this kind of magic recently, so he happened to practice it with it.
Scram, who was sealed in the frost crystal, was extremely frightened. He knew almost everything about Sam's questions and did not dare to lie to him. At this time, he was equivalent to the death knight's summons, and he was connected to his master's soul.
, if there is any lie in what he said, Sam will naturally be able to detect it immediately.
Everyone learned from Scram that the interior of the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj can be roughly divided into nine areas, which are guarded by eight Qiraji nobles and generals. The last area, which is the lowest level of the temple, is the ancient one.
God C'Thun's Room
The eight main areas are interconnected, and soldiers will come to patrol from time to time. It is worth noting that the guards and bodyguards in the temple are also different from ordinary alien insects. They are all relatively powerful elite levels. Although most of the Rangers
They are all higher than this level, but there are many ants that will bite the elephant to death. If you are surrounded by them, it will not be so easy to escape.
Fortunately, except for the patrolling guards, the generals in each area rarely go out of their own territory, and C'Thun's room is not connected to the defense areas of most generals. In other words, if you can make good use of the patrols,
With the time difference between them, Regan and the others have great hope that they can face C’Thun without alerting anyone!
Saurfang and Regan discussed for a moment, briefly formulated a course of action, and then led everyone towards the bottom of the temple.
At the same time, the battle in Ahn'Qiraj City is still fiercely going on.
Naturally, Rajax didn't know that rats had already sneaked into the temple. He still thought that he would win by defeating the main force of the coalition forces in front of him, so he took out almost all the reserves and guards in the city, planning to fight like a meat grinder with the coalition forces here.
war of attrition
At this time, Havers, the head coach of the coalition forces, also had this intention. He knew that what the beheading brigade needed was time. If the main force of the coalition forces resisted for one more minute here, Reagan would also be able to gain one more minute. This was a matter of seconds for the assassination.
Action can undoubtedly provide the greatest help
The plans of the commanders on both sides were unexpectedly the same, so the coalition army and the insect army did not save their strength, and they fought extremely fiercely, which was even more fierce than the battle in front of the city gate a few hours ago.
It's already midnight, but the majestic ancient desert city is still filled with loud killing sounds. The attacks of mortals and bug-men are like giant langs slapping each other, vowing to smash each other into pieces before stopping!
I don't know if it's a coincidence or not, but today's moon is also unusually bright, illuminating the earth with snow-white light. The two sides can see each other clearly without lighting torches. This is undoubtedly good news for the human army that is not good at field combat, so Havers did not
Withdrew the Seventh Army and still put his main force on the front line.
As the Crimson Storm, which had performed extremely well before, their offensive at this time was no less than the defense line in the previous few hours: if their battle in front of the city gate was indestructible, then their attack now is overwhelming!
It was not without reason that Regan only took Sam away. As the soul of the Selected Front Army, only Herod's war cry comparable to thunder can inspire the morale of the entire army. Follow the blood path opened by his battle axe, and once served as a bloody elite.
The warriors are now equally unstoppable, cutting all the insects in front of them into pieces
Behind the vanguard selection army is a mixture of dwarf musketeers and clergy troops with healing and blessing professions. Under the leadership of the beautiful prosecutor White, they continue to restore the status and memory of the front-line soldiers, and occasionally use long-range
Attack to disrupt the opponent
In the last row are the big killers of the Red Storm - the heavy artillery and mage troops of Eric and Yinmer. The dwarves have always been prejudiced against the elves, but the arrogant Eric unexpectedly
They get along very well with each other; for no other reason, the strong only respect the strong. If Jaina's mage guard is really vulnerable, Theramore will not be able to spend these many years in peace.
With the sharp support of the front-line selection troops, the dwarves and elf mages are more convenient to cast: spells like stars poured towards the insect pile, leaving only a place of charred and frozen corpses after a while, while the dwarves attracted
The proud heavy artillery did not show any signs of weakness, roaring and attacking the bugs one after another. Often a large area was cleared with one salvo, leaving only the surprised and admiring looks of the colleagues.
The entire battle situation slowly changed under the sharp blade-like surprise of the Red Storm. The insects' solid defense line began to loosen and they continued to retreat. Although Rajax's team of supervisors killed countless cowards who were timid and retreated, but
Still can't stop this torrent of decline
"Damn it, when did these scum-like mortals become so difficult to deal with!" The insect general stood on the command tower and looked at the defeated troops, gnashing his teeth and roaring in a low voice.
In the battle a thousand years ago, although our side ultimately lost to the coalition of mortals and dragons, it can be said that the other side also suffered a tragic victory. Even though the Twin Emperors complained about their failure, they did not punish themselves for it.
But today's failure is devastating. Will the two emperors forgive themselves for this?
The insect general was angry and worried, but his estimate of the situation was not bad: at least he could still live to see the two emperors. But in fact, would this really be the case?
"Brothers, keep moving forward and chop these disgusting bugs into pieces!" Herod was eager to kill, raised the battle ax in his hand and shouted loudly, and beside him were not only the deployment of the Selected Front Army, but also his colleagues from other teams.
He kept shouting - everyone saw the bloody warrior who was like a meat grinder. No insect could withstand two moves in his hands. The strong will naturally be respected. This principle is the same everywhere.
Eric saw clearly from behind, and he wanted to go to the front to kill for a while, but Yin Moer next to him saw his thoughts, smiled and held the dwarf's shoulders and said: "I know what you are thinking
What, Mr. Thunderhammer... But I'm sorry, you must not leave your post without authorization now. Since the task assigned to us by Lord Regan is a long-range strike, then you and I have to stay here honestly until the team in front takes it.
As far as the whole city is concerned”
Seeing that his attempt was seen through, the dwarf curled his lips angrily and muttered: "I knew you would use that guy Ragen as a shield... Forget it, I'm too lazy to join in the fun, so I just let this guy Herod go and kill everyone.
Then come back and brag with us!"
"Haha..." Yin Moer smiled and patted Eric on the shoulder, "Don't worry, my dwarf brothers, there will always be a time for us to attack. I think these bugs are almost defeated!"
The high elves are right. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Qiraji are gradually declining, and the previously endless supply of alien insects is no longer as strong as it was at the beginning. Although I don't know why, but for the coalition forces
This is undoubtedly very good news. As the commander-in-chief, Havers naturally noticed this keenly and lost no time in ordering the mixed cavalry to launch an attack on the rear of the insect men who were already tired of dealing with them.
Due to the special terrain of the desert, the coalition forces did not have many cavalry. The Orgrimmar Front had a wolf cavalry squadron, plus elven rangers and some dwarf rock sheep cavalry, which amounted to no more than 2,000 troops.
Havers had always used it as a strange move. Seeing that the Insect Man had begun to lose, he no longer hesitated and added the last weight to the scale of victory.
"Come on, for the tribe!"
"In the name of Kazgoroth, charge!"
The torrent of two slogans with different slogans tore apart the fragile wings of the bugs like sharp knives. Not only were the exhausted bugs unable to cope with the frontal attack, but they were also unable to withstand the cavalry attack from the side. The entire bug formation was washed to pieces.
In Baluo, even though the supervising team killed countless fleeers, they still could not prevent the entire situation from collapsing.
"For the sake of Azeroth, attack!" Seeing that the time was ripe, Havers issued the order for a general attack. Hearing the thunderous march signal, the 90,000-strong army rushed forward like chicken blood, destroying the insect people's defense line.
Pushed back again and again
"Damn mortals, your victory will not be today, never!"
At this moment, Rajax could no longer sit still. He angrily jumped down from the command tower and rushed towards the coalition forces with his guards!