Latest website: Vanessa, the fake paladin, didn't charge with a group of screaming real paladins. She was self-aware. Now that she was wearing the Judgment armor, she looked good, but the force of nature had dropped a lot. She is not familiar with horse warfare, and her thieves skills can't be used at all on horseback. It's no problem to kill a soldier with the Ashcandi Brotherhood sword, but it's impossible to deal with the Forsaken general.

It would be too embarrassing to be chased and beaten, and to shout "save me" heart-piercingly, so she just pretended to be honest behind the scenes.

From the hot-blooded system to the Buddhist system, the whole transformation process was smooth and natural, and everyone rushed to the front without knowing it. They would not think that His Royal Highness the Regent was running slowly, but that they were running too fast.

Jaina also knew that she couldn't exert much combat power now, so she came here to protect her.

"Let's go over there!" Vanessa sat on the horse and looked around, and quickly pointed to a direction on the battlefield.

Prince Sunderland, the wind element, was beaten to death.

The Forsaken mages were also very decisive. They crushed the barrier that bound the wind elemental prince, and then attacked his elemental core continuously, forcibly killing the elemental creature.

The flaming horse turned into a gust of wind and passed by the corpse of the Prince of Wind at the right time. Vanessa had extracted the energy in the captive skull of the Windchaser many times before, and now she has slightly imitated its characteristics. With the speed of the horse, she stretched out her hand and grabbed it. From Thunderfury. Wind Chaser's Blessed Longsword.

Following the death of Prince Sunderland, this artifact long sword has become unowned, and the artifact is in a state of incomparable chaos. As Vanessa reached out, it found, eh, this breath is a bit familiar, Didn't say anything, let's go with her!

The 30-meter-long artifact sword rapidly shrank, and finally became a one-handed sword with a length of one meter and thunder all over its body.

With Thunderfury in her left hand and Ashkandi in her right hand, she hacked to death two Forsaken mages with the help of the impact of the horse. Not to mention, she picked up the tip of the sword and snatched the elemental core of the wind elemental prince.

This core is seriously damaged, but it also has certain research value.

The Forgotten mages were furious. Both the artifact long sword and the elemental core were their trophies. How could they be snatched away by the enemy?

They began to chant spells, to give the robber a lesson that would never be forgotten, but then there was no follow-up. Jaina's spell fell on top of them first, the level was higher than them, and the spell was cast in advance. Twenty people were killed The Forgotten Mage was swept in by the precisely controlled ice storm, and never came out again.

"Give this thing to Dalaran." Vanessa studied the core of the wind element prince, and she found that this thing was useless to her.

She is neither a shaman, nor can she absorb the energy of the wind element herself. The undead plague also caused some pollution to this core, so she simply gave it to Dalaran as a reward.

Jaina also thought of this, in fact, she doesn't need this thing, but taking it back to Dalaran can stop some people's mouths, so she nodded and took it immediately.

Um? After Vanessa finished talking with her, the moment she turned her head, she happened to see a somewhat familiar figure from the back, but when she wanted to take a closer look, the Forsaken had already begun to retreat to the underground Undercity.

"What?" Jaina has been looking at the ruins of the royal capital. She is familiar with many places here, but the once magnificent towers have become ruins, the once spotless giant clocks are scattered on the ground, and the cracks in the walls are covered with deformed vines. , the city is filled with a strong and almost inextricable dead air.

Seeing that Vanessa's expression was different, she asked casually.

Vanessa was not sure who she saw just now, it was just a back, very blurry.

"It's okay, we will keep up!" She can't charge, but she can't shrink back. As a woman, she doesn't need to show her bravery on this occasion. As long as she makes a charging gesture, it meets the requirements of all parties. .

If a female leader is cut with blood all over her body, doesn't that make a man useless?

The two-meter-tall Herold was holding a wheel axe, his body was full of muscles, and he rushed into the queue of the Forsaken like a whirlwind.

His attack method is purely physical. This fierce general can only rely on the strength of his muscles to whip up a whirlwind of killing. The sharp ax slashed on the head of the Forsaken with a cold light.

The high-ranking executive of the Forsaken, Darthalia, a female warrior from Tarren Mill, confronted Herold with two knives in hand. One of them was powerful and the other was exquisite in knives. No one could do anything to the other in a short time.

The two sides fought for more than ten rounds. Old Fording saw that Herold couldn't take down the Forsaken in a short time, and immediately ordered his apprentice, the female priest Partress, who has the reputation of silver priest, to assist. This is a battlefield. Need to play heads-up.

The silver priest Partress is very strong, and her talent is even more terrifying. It can be said that she is the strongest priest on the scene.

Her expression is full of holiness, and her awe-inspiring and inviolable demeanor is daunting. Few people in Azeroth today are qualified to be her teacher.

She spat out two syllables, and then saw a slash of holy light falling from the sky straight to the top of the high-ranking executor's head. At the critical moment, this Forsaken female warrior with rich combat experience rolled to avoid the vital point , but was still punished by the holy light on his left arm. The holy light was like a raging fire, constantly winding upwards and burning.

"Looking for death!" The Blightcaller shot an arrow at the silver priest. There was no trace of urgency in the other party's expression, and a golden shield blocked the sharp arrow with a wave of his hand.

There was a silver radiance in Paltress's eyes~lightnovelpub.net~ At a distance of 100 meters, she looked directly into the eyes of the Blightcaller. This is her silver priest's famous skill, confession!

Endless regret flooded the Blightcaller's heart, and a large number of memories appeared in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern. There seemed to be countless voices asking him in a low voice, "Do you regret it? Are you sad? You still have hope, you can turn back, come on, Come embrace your new life again..."

The Blightcaller's eyes were scarlet, making him repent? Dreaming, he doesn't regret it at all, and he will never regret it! Even if it is hell, he is willing to go with him!

Um? The silver priest Partress was shaken for the first time since she stepped onto the battlefield. How could anyone resist her confession?

"Be firm on your path, don't use your path to underestimate the path of others, you are very strong, but if one day you meet someone who is stronger than you, do you have to deny what you have always insisted on?"

Old Fording reminded at the right time that his new disciple was very good in all aspects, but he was just a little proud. He was always worried that he would be devastated if he encountered setbacks in the future. Now it is a good thing to meet a determined Blightcaller.

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