Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 839: Rhonin

The scorching hot wind blew across the ground covered with gravel and ashes, and the sparks and dust that were rolled up were like waves, moving forward layer by layer, whistling, and blowing into the distance.

Located northwest of the city of Azshara, a huge army is slowly advancing along the strong wind.

Three hundred thousand elves may sound like a lot, but in reality, it was only a small part of the army of the huge Night Elf Empire. Due to the speed of mobilization, Ravencrest could only gather the lords closest to Azshara.

Those lords who were farther away would need a month or even several months to get here.

This is not an exaggeration.

Ten thousand years ago in Azeroth, the Night Elf Empire was at its most powerful, and the Kaldorei occupied nearly 80% of the territory of the ancient Kalimdor continent.

The former Amani Troll Empire is now only left in the northeastern corner of the continent, with Zul’Aman as its defense line.

The once glorious Gurubashi Empire was split into two parts: Zul’Farrak in the southwest and Zul’Gurub in the southeast.

If the Night Elf Empire mobilized all forces, it would still be able to mobilize three or four million troops, but of course their quality would certainly vary.

Being able to mobilize 300,000 people in such a short time already shows the amazing appeal of Lord Ravencrest.

It’s a pity that when he really faced the Burning Legion, Ravencrest felt that... there were too few people on his side.

The demons were wreaking havoc everywhere, burning down every house and forest and slaughtering every living creature within their sight.

From afar, there were howling hellhounds as numerous as a flood. Behind these dog-like demons, blue-skinned demon guards also gathered there. When they saw the rows of night elves at the end of their sight, they all roared with joy.

While it is fun to chase and destroy fleeing prey, it is mass slaughter that the demon loves most.

Today, more innocent people will be killed, more blood will splash out, gather into rivers, and solidify into lakes.

"Ah--" After the terrifying cry of a leading giant hellhound elite, the demons marched towards the neat and orderly formation of the elves.

Ravencrest nodded.

"Archers, ready!" a noble shouted.

Led by an archer who had clearly entered the realm of heroism, more than 38,000 longbows were raised high and aimed diagonally at the sky.

The nobleman threw a handful of fluff over his palm.

Looking at the direction where the fluff was drifting, the noble continued to shout: "Wind force three, ten degrees east!"

"Ahhhhh——" Even though there was a headwind, the chaotic howling of the hellhounds as they galloped at full speed still formed a huge sound wave, rushing towards the elves.

Many new recruits who had never been on the battlefield could hardly hold the bow steadily, but the experienced archers put three arrows on the string in one breath.

The elven noble raised his hands high and looked ahead.

The group of demons was getting closer and closer, and he swung his hand down suddenly.

"Swish, swish, swish--" the continuous sound of breaking wind formed a terrifying long sound.

Mixed with a shocking feeling like the scream of the god of death, more than a hundred thousand arrows formed a huge black cloud stretching for several kilometers and suddenly rose into the sky.

When the sharp arrow reached the highest point, under the action of gravity, the sharp arrow poured down on the demon like a summer rainstorm.

From a distance, it looked like a huge god of death, opening its arms and embracing the demons.

Demons are not mindless creatures. However, even though they clearly know that death is just around the corner, the Burning Legion still does not slow down.

A torrential rain of arrows fell.

The demons of the Burning Legion are demons, yes, but they still have physical bodies and are not invincible.

The first round of arrows almost completely covered the hellhounds. Some hellhounds had so many arrow shafts stuck in their bodies that their bodies couldn’t even lie flat on the ground.

The hellhounds fell to the ground and died one after another.

Nearly two hundred Doomsday Guardians also fell from the sky.

But the demons of the Burning Legion trampled on their compatriots as if they were stepping on a stepping stone that had nothing to do with them, and passed by at high speed.

The hellhounds ignored their dead brothers. In their eyes, there was only the desire for the night elves. They roared and quickened their pace with the momentum of taking part in a carnival.

"Damn it!" Ravencrest cursed. "Free fire! Quick!"

The speed of the hellhound exceeded the imagination of this veteran night elf lord. Normally, even if it was a cavalry charge, with the speed of the night elves’ hands, they could at least shoot four to five rounds of arrows.

But those damn hellhounds suddenly accelerated, disrupting everything.

"Shoot! Free fire!"

The shooters gave up on precise aiming and let go of the strings almost as soon as they were ready.

The arrow of death once again attacked the demon cluster, but this time the effect was obviously more than half less.

The hellhound in front moved forward nimbly with irregular steps and strides, and distanced itself from its companions.

The demon guards in the rear actually raised their huge shields, forming a standard shell formation.

"These are not just beasts! They are war machines!" A noble next to Rhonin roared, "They learn too fast!"

Ravencrest ignored the guy: "After the third round of shooting, all shooters retreat! Infantry regiments deal with the impact! Mages who can still cast spells provide cover! Lancers - prepare to charge!"

"Sir!" Rhonin suddenly shouted, "Can I join the battle?"

"It’s already this time, Mage, you can do anything! As long as you don’t attack us elves! Go!" Ravencrest originally wanted to refuse out of pride, but after the magic power of the Well of Eternity was cut off, almost all of his mages became dead dogs.

The extremely upset overlord answered almost casually.

He had no idea what a terrifying wizard he had released.

Rhonin flashed to a high slope, and below him were five rows of infantry. The night elves’ infantry held long and narrow kite-shaped shields that looked good but were not useful, forming a shield wall that Rhonin looked weak.

There were no three rows of spears, no reserves.

Rhonin had no idea how these guys would die after being attacked by the hellhound.

Knowing that the hellhound’s magic resistance was insanely high, Rhonin sighed.

He concentrated his mind and cast a spell that he rarely used. This was a large-scale spell that he could never use without any equipment, but he felt the magic power increase from the top-grade equipment contributed by the demon lords of Mount Hyjal.

Rhonin firmly believed that he could still do it.

His eyes narrowed.

The ground in front of the Burning Legion cracked, blasting rocks and filling everything with dust.

The next moment, from the dust, a wall of sharp stones stretched for a full thousand meters, covering the entire central area of ​​the battlefield from left to right. It was as if ten thousand large hedgehogs appeared out of thin air and blocked the way of the hellhounds.