Chapter 86: Southeast is determined

As soon as Nimar's whistle sounded, a huge black flying object was seen flying over from the deepest part of the Dead Wood Village, quickly approaching the center of the battlefield!

This is a huge gray-black bat. When its wings are spread, it is over five meters long. It flies at an extremely fast speed, increasing its movement speed by at least 310%.

Before Galin and Gandalf could react, Nimar jumped onto the back of the bat, and the bat quickly took off after carrying its master.

I go!

Vertical take-off and landing, do you think you are a Viking fighter?

"You bunch of dogs, prepare to die! Hahahaha." Nimaer shouted arrogantly after taking off.

Jialin was speechless. In the game, you are at most an elite monster, not even qualified to enter the dungeon. Why are you so arrogant? Look, I will shoot you down with my plane!

Using the Heart of Origin to issue a command, the aircraft team that had been waiting for a long time on the outskirts of the Deadwood Village, where Garin could not see, collectively took off vertically and flew towards Garin.

While Garin was distracted and calling for the aircraft team, an iron spear whizzed and hit Garin, causing a huge collision with the light shield of the holy shield. The spear could not withstand such a huge force and shattered directly.

Nimar had never seen such a peculiar shield. Even a great wizard with a magic shield would be seriously injured if hit by the spear he threw from high altitude. This was his ultimate move.

Seeing that he could not do anything to the human in plate armor, he turned his fire to the mage. He pulled out a spear from his back, quickly aimed at the white-bearded human riding a white horse, and threw the spear with great force. Then he quickly pulled out the spear, threw, pulled out the spear, and threw.

Three spears shot towards Gandalf in a triangular formation, blocking his retreat.

The spear whistled in the air, creating a violent friction with the air. Gandalf felt that all the energy in his body was locked, but his face was calm. You want to kill me with this little trick? I, Gandalf, can't be killed even if I stand and let you hit me.

As a wizard, he has plenty of skills to dodge the upcoming attacks, but Gandalf is not going to dodge. As a hero with the same origin as the Heart of Origin, he has already sensed Garin's mental power calling on the air force, so he has to provoke Nimar and draw hatred.

He glanced at the three spears flying towards him, locked onto them with his mental power, and then powerful magic power burst out from his body. Three football-sized frost-fire arrows took shape one after another and flew towards the flying spears.

The spear and the frost arrow collided and were instantly melted by the power of the two elements, and the iron spear head turned into molten iron and scattered.

The frost rocket continued to fly upwards, and Nimar's bat mount moved sideways to avoid the flight path of the frost rocket.

"Ah! Ah! You bastard!" The unique skills he had practiced for many years were broken for the first time. This made Nimar more angry than if he had not hit the target.

He continued to draw his spears quickly and throw them, throwing all the spears in his backpack at once. Gandalf did not gather his magic power this time, as he had sensed the aircraft coming.

When the spear was about to hit Gandalf, a whole piece of solid ice appeared with his body as the center, covering Gandalf.

Icebox! Its scientific name is Ice Barrier. It can protect you from any physical or magical attacks for ten seconds. It is a life-saving trick for mages.

In his previous life, Garen, the little blood elf mage, habitually used ice barrier on Deathwing's back many times, but was thrown away by Deathwing and his body could not be found.

Nimar didn't even have the chance to observe whether his spear hit the enemy before he was attacked by a flying vehicle coming from a distance. The anti-aircraft machine guns of the aircraft had a very fast firing rate. The bullets from the anti-aircraft machine guns of a team of twenty-four aircraft formed a barrage and shot towards the Bat Rider.

Nimar felt the threat of death on his bat mount. He pulled the reins of the bat and the bat instantly made an evasive move.

Spinning and jumping, he closed his eyes.

Well done, Nimar's move was standard and quick. Look, the referee gave him 9.5 points, 0.5 points less because he did not live to finish the game.

Nimar dodged the anti-aircraft machine gun attack again. He is not fighting alone at this moment. He is not alone!

Beautiful! Nimar did another beautiful side flip, but this time he looked a little embarrassed.

Oh my god, audience, guess what I saw?

Nimar ran away!

The referee gave a red card warning and showed zero points.

OUT!

Nimar is out.

Nimar is in a very awkward situation now. He originally thought that he had air superiority and could escape by relying on his high altitude advantage if he could not win. As long as he returned to Sintland, he would be safe.

Therefore, he was so angry that he just wanted to kill the white-bearded old man who always slowed him down, and cleared all the spears behind him at once, resulting in that now he had no weapon that could fight back against the aircraft except the spear in his hand.

Nimar was ready to run away, riding on his terror bat to the north, but was forced back by the musketeers outside the north gate. He had no choice but to increase his altitude and fly towards the interior of the Deadwood Village.

The aircraft's anti-aircraft machine guns fired another salvo, and the gray-black bat's wing was accidentally pierced. It could no longer fly and fell directly to the center of the Deadwood Village.

At this time, Garin had already led his soldiers to dig Omar out of the ruins. Varokar also came to Garin with a pale face. Garin cast two holy light spells on the two of them to heal their injuries.

As expected, the closeness and distance are expressed vividly. I use the priest's healing spell on the soldiers, and use the more expensive Holy Light spell on these two confidants!

Garin looked at the direction where Nimar's plane crashed and called out to the soldiers around him to follow. With such a good opportunity, when else would he not give the fallen dog a good beating?

As for persuading him to surrender, Jialin didn't even think about it. For a person who called him a dog and a bastard and cursed him, the best way was to use a one-stop service of killing and taking his soul.

When Garin and his companions arrived below the hovering aircraft, the giant bat was tumbling in the open space, trying to get up, and Nimar was lifting the wooden board on his body and struggling to get up.

His right arm was twisted, obviously useless. Seeing that the humans had surrounded him and he was now seriously injured, there was no chance of escape!

"Damn humans, the Deadwood Tribe will not let you go!"

"Oh! The howling of a defeated dog."

Stromgarde and the trolls have clashed for thousands of times and have long been irreconcilable. People only know that the trolls and the high elves are sworn enemies, but the high elves occupied the ancestral graves of the trolls, which attracted more hatred.

And Garen was born in Trollbane, a family known as troll killers. Would he be afraid of revenge from the Witherbark tribe?

"Musketeers, fire!"

Bang bang bang!

A dozen musketeers fired their muskets, and bullets hit Nimar's chest, splashing blood.

The reminder sounded again in my mind: "Found an Azeroth hero that can be absorbed. Do you want to collect it?"

"Charge!"

Nimar's soul floated up from the corpse and ascended into the sky. Galin looked at Omar and the others present and found that only Gandalf looked at the sky, while Omar and the others did not see the heroic spirit ascending at all. It seemed that the Heart of Origin had blocked it.

"Omar, take the Slayer's head and persuade them to surrender. Try to capture as many trolls as possible. We need a lot of labor to do the work!"

"Karl, cooperate with Omar to clean up the battlefield. Let the priests enter the battlefield to treat the wounded and collect the bodies of the brothers."

"Catch that bat for me. Gandalf, select two thousand brothers who are still able to fight within half an hour and come to me at the west gate!"

Galinla issued several orders in a row, then mounted his horse and headed for the west gate. He was going to resurrect the dead soldiers, and at the same time select soldiers who were still able to fight, and follow Gandalf back to the Witherbeard Canyon for support.

The battle of Deadwood Village is over. There are only more than a thousand combat-capable trolls left at the north gate, fighting desperately. The head of their leader will be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

The southeast has been decided!