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Chapter 266 - Kill
The red dragon's intertwined sharp fangs, the orc's wide-open mouth as it roared, the dragon rider's wide-open, bloodshot eyes of fear, all of them were reflected in the emerald eyes of the great demon Alleria.
"call out!"
The gliding sound of a sharp arrow.
Faced with Windranger's full-strength archery skill as the distance shortened, even the Great Shaman's natural protection could only sigh helplessly and in despair.
Two arrows broke the wind shield, and one arrow hit him in the face.
The result of three rounds of nine arrows was that the three dragoons lost their lives forever. Their sinful bodies fell from the sky and were eventually dismembered.
"No!" Zuluhed was so angry that his eyes almost popped out of his sockets.
"Kill them!"
"Go ahead, tear them off!"
A group of Dragonmaw Clan orcs were almost roaring until their throats were hoarse.
Driven by them, the red dragons displayed their fierce momentum as the overlord of the sky, with fast and fierce pounces, large-scale hot dragon breath, and everything was chasing the two ghostly green figures.
But, they couldn't catch up no matter what.
This situation was totally unacceptable to the Dragon Roar Orcs.
The flightless elf ranger uses the ice prisms that come from the sky to make all kinds of magical dodges in the air?
Even the most imaginative orcs could not imagine such a situation. But the other party not only thought of it, but also did it.
Duke's cooperation with the Windrunner sisters is seamless.
Whether they wanted to speed up or turn in the air, when they needed it most, in the most ideal place, an ice prism would appear from nowhere at the perfect time. The hands of the mages suspended a hundred meters in the air would surely shoot the ice prism through the air over a hundred meters high and deliver it to the perfect place.
No language or prompts were needed, Duke did all this perfectly with the help of the system.
Alleria and Sylvanas were surprised, no, they were ecstatic. They didn't know that Duke's system had determined all their movement trajectories, the enemy's attack routes, and the possible evasion routes. All Duke had to do was to let the mage's hand shoot ice prisms towards the routes they needed.
They were just extremely excited: It turns out there is someone in the world who can be so in tune with me?
Could this be the legendary telepathy (being in tune with each other)?
Regardless, at first glance, the Windrunner sisters are just flying.
With agility surpassing that of a griffin or even a dragon, it flaps its wings, turns, rises and falls, and soars at an altitude of 300 meters with incredible flexibility.
Zuluhed was going mad.
The dragon roar orcs were terrified.
Some dragoons began to drive their dragons to higher altitudes in fear to gain a moment of peace.
There were also dragoons who launched a desperate dive towards Duke, who instigated the ice fountain, but were killed by the volley of arrows from the elven ranger brigade that had been waiting on the ground for a long time.
Whether Zuluhed is willing to admit it or not, the Red Dragonflight, which has been driven out of the war zone, has completely failed to play its due role.
At this time, the orc army had almost rushed to the sniper point on the north side of the Thandol Bridge, and the transport ship had almost reached the bottom of the bridge.
At this moment, beside Duke, there were nearly 10,000 Stromgarde soldiers who had already returned to their battle posts. They cheered, shouted "Long live Duke" or "Long live the Alliance", and used relatively complete heavy weapons to pour a rain of death composed of slingshots, crossbows and cannonballs on the Horde.
On the bridge, there was a rain of blood and flesh as usual. The bodies and broken limbs of the orcs that were knocked away by the huge rocks fell from the edge of the bridge like dumplings.
As for the strait, since some weapons were destroyed by the dragon's breath before, it was impossible to completely blockade it. However, for every transport ship passing through, at least two ships would be sunk.
Looking at the miserable situation of the army, looking at the increasingly scarce Dragon Roar Orc Cavalry around him, and then looking at the Windrunner sisters who dominated the entire middle and low sky and were unstoppable, Zul'hed was furious.
"Retreat!" The Dragonmaw Clan Chieftain used up almost all of his courage to shout this word.
It's easy to let the orcs attack.
It takes great courage to make the orcs retreat, because it requires bearing the contempt of other clans and the cold stares of almost the entire tribe.
Zuluhed had no choice.
The red dragons that could serve as mounts were too valuable. Especially after he discovered that the red dragons that had left the battlefield were flying north, he had a deep foreboding. As long as he had that thing, he wouldn't have to worry about the red dragons that ran away not coming back. But he had a premonition that these hateful big lizards would never come back.
This anxiety drove Zuluhed almost crazy.
The Red Dragonflight, which should have been killing everyone, retreated and ran away with its tail between its legs like a stray dog.
The whole sky echoed with the joyful laughter of the Windrunner sisters.
This is the "flying" that no one dared to imagine for thousands of years!
For Windrunner, is there anything more wonderful than hunting the dirty and ugly orcs in the sky that has never been reached before, fighting against the noble sky overlords - the dragons?
Even the mature and steady Alleria laughed from the bottom of her heart.
Wearing emerald green knee-high boots, they lightly stepped on the ice prisms whose heights kept decreasing. The Windrunner sisters jumped down step by step like fairies descending from the sky.
"Hey, beautiful elf girl, are you looking for a husband?"
"Goddess—I love you!"
The generals and soldiers from Stromgarde gave the warmest cheers to the two elven female rangers flying in the sky.
Alleria smoothed her long golden hair that was messed up by the wind, trying to restore herself to the image of a dignified ranger general in the shortest possible time.
Sylvanas proudly stood with her hands on her hips, posing a graceful S-shaped curve, and proudly accepted the cheers of thousands of generals and soldiers.
Obviously, the Windrunner sisters killed the most enemies, but the focus of the two sisters' attention was Duke. They knew very well that without Duke, they would never be able to create such a miracle.
Before thanking Duke, it's better to settle some things first.
"My beloved elder sister, how are your grades?" 𝓃ℴ𝓋𝓹𝓊𝓫.𝒸𝓸𝓂
"68!" Alleria held her head high, inadvertently making the peaks of Hyjal even more attractive.
Sylvanas looked surprised.
"What? My dear sister, did you lose?" Alleria had a happy smile of a big sister who had successfully consolidated her position.
Sylvanas shrugged and spread her hands: "Not lost."
"You won? How many?" Alleria's senses were very sharp. She was absolutely sure that her second sister's kill count should not be more than hers.
Sylvanas sighed: "I didn't win either, I'm also 68."
A glimmer of disappointment and joy flashed in Alleria's eyes.
The disappointment came from not being able to establish her strong position as the big sister.
She was delighted that her sister had skills that were just as powerful as hers.
