The place where the troops of the Forsaken and the mutant demons fought was a flat open space on the edge of Tirisfal. When we arrived with Sylvanas and her cronies, the place had already disappeared The silhouettes of those mutated demons, the only sights are the broken weapons scattered on the ground and hundreds of corpses of the Forsaken, which are already corpses but are now even more corpses—well, I admit that in this kind of I shouldn't complain in a heavy atmosphere.
Cirvanas frowned and walked forward, carefully turned over a broken corpse of a skeleton soldier, just when her fingers touched the opponent, the pile of bones that appeared to have no scars on the surface But the stick turned into scum all over the ground in an instant.
It's as uniform as the dragon bone particles.
This kind of situation obviously made Cirvanas somewhat unexpected, and she couldn't figure out what kind of attack could cause such an effect. This unfortunate skeleton soldier was not only broken from all his bones, but also this kind of attack. The crushing is quite uniform. According to my visual inspection, the diameter error between these bone-building particles should not exceed two millimeters. Given enough time, Cirvanas is confident that he can crush the hardest diamond into a pile of exactly the same pieces. But let her smash a skeleton soldier into a pile of grains with the same diameter and the size of a millet in a battle - to be honest, she has no similar skills at all.
But I have come up with some attack methods that can cause similar effects, such as ultrasonic weapons or other similar energy shocks, but such attacks will undoubtedly smash the enemy to pieces in an instant, but will not leave a skeleton soldier intact Lie on the ground for hours until Sylvanas came and poked his finger before performing such a boring stunt for us.
I can't explain it from a scientific point of view, so the only thing left is mysterious magic or other energy. Unfortunately, in this regard, I am even more idiot than Sandora's half bottle of vinegar.
It seems that there are no more clues to be found from the skeleton soldier's body, so we focus on the surrounding environment.
Based on the scattered weapons at the scene and the exaggerated cracks crisscrossing the ground, I... haven't analyzed anything...
The book doesn't always say that the protagonist can analyze all kinds of key information, including the name, age, gender, address, bad habits, number of people in the family, and the number of acres of land per person, whether there is a temporary residence permit, etc., after just looking at the battle scene. ? Why can't I see anything
So I think that the protagonists in the book who have just arrived in another world are as awesome as the old oily sons who have been drilling in the deep mountains and old forests of Vietnam for more than ten years-all are deceiving.
"The battle ended within two minutes." Unlike a layman like me, Cirvanas is a real old...experienced ranger general, she just analyzed the scene of the battle scene a little before she came to a conclusion with such certainty.
I immediately expressed great interest in this miraculous skill: "How did you see it?"
Cirvanas pointed to the ghost who was said to be a survivor who followed us: "It told me."
... Then you still pretend to analyze for a long time!
Well, let's put this question aside for now, the question we have to worry about now is: How are these demons so powerful
I admit that mutant demons are much stronger than ordinary demons, and compared to mortals in the world of Azeroth, they all look like Uer brothers wearing underwear, but five hundred well-trained Forsaken soldiers In the face of thirty mutant demons, they only resisted for less than two minutes
To put it bluntly, I also know that a hundred Forsaken soldiers will never escape the fate of being wiped out in the face of thirty mutant demons. Even if their number is doubled, I am afraid they will not be able to escape. According to the According to our intelligence, at least dozens to a hundred well-trained soldiers are required to deal with a mutant demon. It is really impossible for 500 undead fighters to deal with 30 mutant demons, but within two minutes Being completely wiped out - this record is too miserable.
"Those mutant demons are really so powerful?"
Cirvanas calmly shook off the following soldiers, and then whispered next to me.
"Actually, they're stronger now—I suspect their self-enhancing technology has matured." I hesitated, then finally made up my mind, and continued, "And, I'm afraid I have a worse one." news for you."
The red light in Cirvanas' eyes flashed, showing a puzzled expression.
"We may have a group of rebels joining the Burning Legion's camp."
Cirvanas didn't react for a moment: "The rebels? Whose?"
I touched my nose in embarrassment and said, "Ours."
Cirvanas immediately looked at me in horror.
I know that it is a bit too hasty to disclose this matter to her now, but now the technology of mutant demons has improved significantly, and I am afraid that it will not be long before fallen apostles will come to this world. The gap between the residents is too great. At that time, I am afraid that the leaders of various ethnic groups will immediately see the connection between those exaggeratedly powerful enemies and the "God Envoy". At that time, it will definitely cause huge invisible damage to the morale of our coalition forces Instead of having such irreparable consequences at that time, it is better to get a vaccination in advance now.
"Don't look at me like that. The gods also have sneaky, sneaky and unreliable guys. You can't let us have some internal conflicts among the people? Sargeras became the devil's boss in the end."
"I understand." As expected of the leader, Cirvanas quickly calmed down in the face of this shocking news, "but this news is really too shocking, it's okay to talk to a group of demons, but now we have to Facing a group of gods…”
"Don't worry, when the time comes, those fallen apostles will be handed over to us to deal with. Now I will tell you the news..."
"I understand." Before I finished speaking, Cirvanas immediately nodded to express her understanding.
Sure enough, the king's brain is easy to use. If this matter is left on my head, I'm afraid it will take me a long time to realize it after the other party explains it. This shouldn't be something to be proud of, right
Looking at the messy battlefield around, Cirvanas frowned: "Now those demons have disappeared, unless our ordinary soldiers gather in large numbers, it is impossible for them to belong to those demons hiding in the dark. Opponent, do you want to bring back all the external soldiers from the Undercity?"
I could see the aggrieved expression on Cirvanas' face. This is so normal. I have a large number of regular troops under my command, but I was forced to shrink back by less than 30 enemies. Anyone would suffer. No, but the power of Undercity is too weak now, Cirvanas is really not willing to let his precious soldiers die in a senseless assassination.
Just as Cirvanas was aggrieved, a sense of crisis suddenly hit my heart.
Almost at the same time, An Weina, who was full of holy light, also rushed to our side, and a pair of huge wings spread out instantly, blocking us behind.
"What's going on?" Cirvanas quickly entered the fighting state, asking in a deep voice.
"I'm afraid your soldiers are not going to answer you now..."
I slightly shook my head and smiled wryly, while pointing to the undead soldiers who kept gathering beside me. They were all trusted guards brought by Cirvanas this time, but now, the eyes of these soldiers trusted by the Queen have strange dark eyes. The red light, holding its own weapon in its hand, approached us step by step.
"Master..." An Weena's expression looked very disturbed. Although she possessed considerable power, her essence was still a little maid whose ultimate goal in life was to be "the best maid in the world" (again, this life goal It's just too weird), now that she is facing hundreds of fierce undead soldiers, it's no wonder this girl is so nervous.
The sudden betrayal of her most trusted soldier, Cirvanas certainly felt unbelievable, she clenched the longbow in her hand, and asked coldly: "Modir, I need an explanation."
"They can't explain it to you," I tugged on Anveena, who was shining brightly in mid-air, and let the nervous little ghost land, and then moved the joints on his body, "Because they are slaves of the abyss now .”