A gentleman does not stand behind a wall. Sarlayan is very aware of the current strength gap between himself and Mannoroth. He has no intention of taking risks and wrestling with Mannoroth himself.
As a senior black dragon with a lifespan of more than 10,000 years, Onyxia, who has been crazily squeezed by Deathwing all year round, is definitely not weak. Her level 64 is worthy of her years of hard work.
Although Onyxia is still a little behind Mannoroth, the gap at level 1 is not irreparable and can be smoothed out through the blessing of various objective factors.
Moreover, Onyxia is not fighting alone.
As the airborne troops cut into the battlefield and attacked the unsuspecting Burning Legion's rear from inside the canyon, Varok also changed the previous sheep attack pattern of heavy thunder and small raindrops, and ordered the coalition forces to start an all-out attack.
As Sharlayan expected, under the high-intensity two-sided attack, the Burning Legion, which was weak on the left and right, gradually showed its defeat.
Taking this opportunity, the three adult green dragons headed by Lannaris easily broke through the legion's anti-aircraft artillery positions whose firing frequency was getting lower and lower, and came to the sky where Mannoroth and Onyxia were fighting.
After receiving the assistance of three powerful green dragons, Onyxia, who was at the front to absorb the damage, simply did not hide. She relied on the powerful defense of the black dragon and the dream protection spell blessed by Lannaris to resist the magic. Noroth's attack.
Sarlayan and Valeela continued to lead the airborne troops, demolishing homes like unruly huskies, and soon created a gap in the back of the originally impregnable first-line defense line.
At the same time, Grom Hellscream accidentally deviated from the planned landing position because he had not received airborne training.
But it just so happened that Grom, who had killed all the way through the demon logistics troops, completed his warm-up in advance.
Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.
Before Guyin'er could say anything to stop him, Grom, who had just arrived on the battlefield, let out a loud war cry, waved the blood roar and joined the battle between the dragon and Mannoroth.
"Hey! What a reckless man!"
Guyin'er, who was dispatching the airborne troops next to Sarlayan, was so anxious that he jumped to his feet, but at this point, he could only suppress his inner uneasiness and complete his own mission first.
"Earth and strong wind! Please listen to my call and let my comrades have solid protection and light footsteps!"
Today's Guyin'er is still very young and has not yet reached the peak of his personal strength.
But as the saying goes, you can look eighty at the age of three, and the youth version of Gu Yin'er has initially shown the charm of the future world.
He indeed has a strong talent in the way of shamanism, and Drektal, who taught him step by step, also praised Guyin'er as a genius rarely seen among orcs in hundreds of years.
"snort!"
Since then, Tyrande has joined the airborne troops as a matter of course.
In her own words, she needed to see for herself whether Mannoroth would be beheaded by surprise as Sharlayan said.
Seeing Gu Yin'er casting spells to add various buffs to his comrades beside him, Tyrande was not to be outdone and called for the protection of the moon god Elune.
The soft moonlight shrouded all of her bodies, improving the recipient's combat capabilities in all aspects.
After being slapped with a bunch of BUFFs by two major assistants, Sarlayan clearly felt that his body had become lighter and stronger.
'If it were in this state...'
After thinking for a moment, Sarlayan activated the fury power that Goldrinn had left in his body, and the originally clear eyes of the giant bear suddenly became a little wilder and more furious.
"Roar!"
Using the buffs blessed by Guyin'er and Tyrande to assist in the suppression, coupled with the insights gained from resisting Mannoroth's previous blow, Sharlayan took the risk to fully activate all the seeds of power left by Goldrinn.
The result was as expected by Sarlayan. The fully activated power of rage did not completely swallow up his sanity, and his mental state could barely be maintained within the standard range.
In return for maintaining his sanity and unleashing the power of his fury, Sarlayan finally reached the threshold that blocked his transcendence beyond mortal limits.
Although this method of external assistance cannot last long, the profound insights gained during this period are very valuable to Sarlayan.
If he can regain his current state under normal conditions in the future, Sarlayan is confident that he can break through the door that no one has stepped through in thousands of years.
Guyin'er's strength and realm at this time were not enough. He could only see that Sarlayan's combat power had improved by leaps and bounds for no apparent reason, and he had no idea of the reasons behind it.
Tyrande made no secret of her astonishment, and her mood was really complicated at this time.
'Yin Nasi's child hasn't spent the first hundred years of his life, right? This...where have I been living for over ten thousand years? '
'Or is this a unique talent given to him by the dragon bloodline? '
Witnessing that Sarlayan had reached the opportunity for breakthrough before him, Tyrande felt somewhat jealous.
But at the same time, Tyrande also hoped that Sharlayan, who had broken through first, could bring her and Malfurion some valuable insights.
Sarlayan, who was maintaining a delicate mental balance at this time, had no time to pay attention to Tyrande's complicated emotions. The unprecedented novel experience made him completely high.
Sarlayan no longer sticks to a single form, but can change his appearance and weapons at will.
One moment he transforms into a giant bear and slams the Burning Legion's fortifications, and the next moment he transforms into a human form and swings his spear widely.
At this moment, Sarlayan unexpectedly transformed into the form of a silver wolf. In his mouth, he still held the Warajar War Sword that transformed into a two-handed scimitar. With the blessing of the wind element, he came and went without a trace in the enemy formation. The crazy shuttle brought about a series of bloody storms.
While Sarlayan was killing everyone, Mannoroth, who was flanked by four adult dragons, finally showed his fatigue.
In the previous battle against three green dragons, the biggest reason why Mannoroth had the upper hand was that no one could block his powerful brick-flying attack.
Among the five giant dragons, the green dragon is not the type that is good at defense. Lannaris and the three of them always have to spend a lot of energy to dodge Mannoroth's attacks.
After all... even if it is just scratched by that huge war spear, it is likely to cause serious damage.
The situation is different now. With the Black Dragon Princess who is a full-time resistance line at the forefront, Mannoroth will not be able to break through Onyxia's defense for a while.
Not only that, Onyxia, who holds the magic weapon in her hand, can also use her tricks to get "little surprises" for Mannoroth from time to time, and use Xal'atath's bel canto rap to add some "artistic flavor" to Mannoroth's empty brain.
While the four dragons held Mannoroth's attention away, Grom, the weakest, was completely ignored by Mannoroth, who thought he could not break through his own defenses.
Not surprisingly, his contemptuous attitude angered Grom, who already had a strong self-esteem.
Even Lannaris and Onyxia themselves did not expect that the effect of combining dream illusions with the power of the ancient gods would be so terrifying.
When Onyxia once again seized the opportunity to use the Blade of the Dark Empire to counterattack, Lannaris was also fully prepared for a large dream illusion.
Combining the two, Mannoroth was completely confused by the real environment constructed by Xal'atath with the help of external forces.
His body stayed in place for several seconds, and Grom, who gathered all the strength in his body, launched the most ferocious heroic leap and jump in his life at exactly this moment.
"Death! Devil!"
"Check!"
Gorehowl's broad blade struck heavily on the chest of Mannoroth, who stood motionless.
Onyxia still remembered Sarlayan's instructions before taking action. When she stretched out her claws to pull back Grom, who had lost his battle ax due to a brief loss of strength, he made a big spin on the spot.
"boom!"
The thick dragon tail hit the wound where Blood Roar struck, and the entire blade of the battle ax was completely buried in Mannoroth's heart.
"Ahhhhh!"
Severe pain finally woke up Mannoroth who was trapped in the illusion, but it was obviously too late to regain consciousness.
Before the death of the abyss lords, the violent evil energy in their bodies will automatically enter a highly active state uncontrollably.
To put it simply, when these guys die, they will trigger a small but high-intensity explosion of fel energy.
If she faced the explosion without any precautions, even Onyxia could not guarantee that she would escape unscathed.
"Back off! It's going to explode!"
With the help of the centrifugal force of turning around and attacking, Onyxia, who was closest to Mannoroth, grabbed Grom, flapped her wings violently and quickly retreated. Lannaris and the other three hurriedly followed suit.
At this time, Mannoroth himself could not control the boiling evil energy in his body, and he waved the war spear in his hand randomly in the severe pain.
"No! This shouldn't be mine..."
"Boom!!"
The huge explosion resounded throughout the entire Ashenvale, and even Jarod, the others, and Archimonde, who were far away at the border of Felwood, could vaguely hear it.
"This is……"
Archimonde, who had always been interested in admiring the ugly struggles of mortals, stiffened his expression, put away the teasing smile on his lips, and looked in the direction of Demon Slaughter Canyon with a frown.
"Tsk! That useless guy!"
Archimonde, whose mood took a turn for the worse, was no longer in the mood to play house with the night elves, and his body as huge as a mountain stood up from his throne.
"not good!"
Jarod, who always kept an eye on the overall situation, immediately noticed Archimonde's actions and hurriedly gave orders to the defenders who were still struggling to resist the enemy's attack on the front line.
"Retreat the whole army! Give up this line of defense and withdraw to the alliance at the foot of Mount Hyjal..."
Before Jarod finished speaking, Archimonde with cold eyes completed the spell first.
"Game time is over, face your fate, mortals!"
