Look, what did we find?
A lone Dread Guard!
The concentration of evil elements in the body of the Dread Guard is six times that of the Hellhound. With the head and armor removed, the proportion of edible parts is as high as 67%, making it a rare and high-quality prey.
It's close.
It has arrived.
It is less than three meters away from the grass where Carlos is hiding.
Two meters.
one meter.
The Dreadguard tried to use the long-handled weapon in its hand to poke at the suspicious-looking clump of mysterious grass.
Carlos jumped out, shouting Demacia! ! ! Ah, ahem, shouting for the alliance! ! !
The Dreadguard became the Headless Dreadguard.
The hunt was a success.
"With such intelligence, how could the night elves fight so hard ten thousand years ago?"
Carlos lowered his head and observed the blade corroded by the blood containing evil energy, and asked with some confusion.
"You can crush them with strength, no need to use your brain. The terrifying thing about the Burning Legion is their endless numbers. In terms of individual strength alone, there are many bosses who can crush those void demons."
While explaining, Chromie was exposed to illusions. From behind the mysterious grass, there were twenty-eight strong men carrying explosive bags.
"That's right. If it weren't for a successful sneak attack, it would probably take a lot of effort to deal with this guy."
Carlos moved his numb wrist and agreed with Chromie's statement.
Although decapitation on the battlefield is cool, it is really not a conventional move against the enemy. Since this was the first time Carlos was killed by the fearful guard Owl Head, he used his maximum strength, and the result was a success.
Playing games is one thing, but facing them is another. Carlos felt unsure and stabbed the headless fear guard again.
It's okay, the meat is not too hard.
Then he used the blade to file a few times on the Dread Guard's armor.
This is not optimistic. The armor of these demons is very hard, and the fine sword in Carlos's hand can only leave scratches.
Legion technology is truly shocking.
Carlos doesn't smoke, gamble, or perm his hair. He actually has very low requirements for the quality of life. His only hobby is collecting various armors and weapons. When he gets interested, he even swings a sledgehammer himself.
Therefore, the weapons in Carlos' hands can be said to be of the highest quality, and are the best below the level of artifacts.
However, weapons that represent the peak of mortal craftsmanship cannot effectively penetrate the legion's armor, which means that the Alliance army is currently facing a big problem against the Burning Legion.
If a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools. As expected, only by cultivating the soil and advancing science and technology can we have a future.
"Are you sure these demons don't have powers such as telepathy and mind sharing?"
"No."
"There won't be a body-burning explosion after death?"
"Didn't you just kill someone?"
"It's not the same as the demon I imagined. Didn't it say that the demons of the Burning Legion will turn their bodies into ashes after they die?"
"What kind of devil is this?"
"Eh! Isn't it?"
"Well... if we really want to be serious, some demons will decay quickly after death, but it is obviously not the case if you kill this one."
Chromie just thought about it and gave the answer, which confirmed Carlos's idea from the side.
Sargeras's power is indeed boundless.
The Dread Guards are not the original demons of the Twisting Nether, but are transformed from the Eredar and have flesh and blood, while the Doom Guards Dread Lords are first-rate native demons whose life forms are closer to the essence of Chaos.
"I'm very afraid that those demons will have some weird innate abilities that will arouse their vigilance. You also understand that the stealth gameplay of this mission is very easy. Once we are alerted, we will basically be in trouble, even if you know how to do it. Flying has to be finished.”
Carlos was reminded of the tanar'ri demon inexplicably.
"Arrogant."
Chromie said nonchalantly.
"ha?!"
Carlos didn't know why.
"The Burning Legion as a whole is too powerful, so they don't bother to do this. We dragons have the talents you mentioned, but they are of no use. In the face of absolute strength, small tricks are not worth mentioning. It doesn't matter if a few demon soldiers die, as long as the portal is opened, the overwhelming army of demons will destroy everything."
Chromie didn't want to say so much, but she suddenly remembered the Quicksand Battle that year.
During the ancient war ten thousand years ago, Chromie was not yet born. She peeked into the scene through the flow of time, always separated by a layer of mist. In the Battle of Quicksand more than three thousand years ago, the night elves and the Bronze Dragon Legion fought against the Qiraji, and Chromie was on the battlefield.
The overwhelming sea of insects and the obsidian giant statue, Chromie will never forget that tragic scene in his life.
So when I was distracted, I unconsciously talked a little more.
As a result, when Chromie came back to his senses, he found that everyone around him looked strange.
"What are you looking at?"
"The style of painting is wrong."
Carlos lost his mind and blurted out the truth.
Ignoring the verbal fights within the team to reduce stress, the team moved around in an orderly manner.
With Chromie, a mage who was proficient in God knows how many schools of magic, leading the way, the team successfully avoided the countless Legion Eyes arranged by the devil, and continued to move forward along the graceful curves outlined by the undulating mountains, taking advantage of the blind spots in the field of vision.
"Climb this ditch and you're basically at the place. But there's a demon sentry stationed above. We can't go through directly during the day. We'll be discovered. Let's take a rest and move at night."
After Chromie thought for a moment, she helplessly spread her hands. She could do it by herself at any time, but with a team, there was nothing she could do.
"Where's your illusion?"
Carlos followed the tradition of asking the Master when he was in trouble and spoke in a pornographic manner.
"Don't make trouble. We don't have enough casting materials. I'll help you maintain such a large-scale illusion barrier."
Chromie rolled his eyes at Carlos.
"Well...it's only noon now."
"There's nothing I can do anyway."
"How many demons are there at that sentry?"
"Probably, maybe, maybe, definitely less than ten anyway."
After receiving a positive reply from Chromie, Carlos thought of a certain uncle named Connor Kenway.
War is not a treat. Every one of the tough men who followed Carlos on the mission were heroes who had experienced the baptism of war. During the long war with the orc tribe, the Alliance soldiers learned the simplest truth: those who are afraid of death are often the first to die.
So if you want to survive, the easiest way is to kill all the enemies.
Even if the enemy is a demon.
Following Chromie's prompts, the stalkers carefully avoided traps that they could not see with the naked eye. The strong men carrying explosive bags also put down their burdens and took out their weapons.
Chromie carefully observed the warning spells arranged by the devil.
In less than ten minutes, sweat was already appearing on Chromie's forehead.
She wiped it with her sleeve and nodded to Carlos.
"It's done, the silent area for about three minutes has been set up."
Carlos nodded as well, preparing to charge.
It was too dangerous to stay within sight of the enemy for so long, and Carlos was prepared to temporarily embrace the Berserker Creed.
As long as you kill all the enemies that find you, your stealth will not be considered a failure.
