Chapter 711 Archimonde’S Conspiracy

"Oh, that's the reason. It seems the situation is quite difficult." Levin frowned in the vanguard camp, pondering the various inside stories he had heard from Avina.

The ins and outs of the matter are actually not complicated. Malfurion was worried about Tyrande's safety and did not want to sit still and wait for death. So he planned to take advantage of the fierce battle between the demigod army and the demons to quietly cross the war-torn battlefield and sneak into the enemy's base camp. Aesalyn, trying to save his beloved Luna Priestess.

Although this move was suspected of being an unauthorized move, it was unanimously supported by the demigods. Those demigods had been waiting for a long time and could no longer contain their fighting spirit.

For them, being able to attack the enemy head-on is exactly what they want.

These arrogant demigods have always been difficult to control. Even though they had previously made an oath to Commander Jarod to obey the command in full view of the public, they both knew that that obedience was reserved.

As demigods, they still value strength too much, and Jarod, the commander of the resistance, although he holds a high position, is still a mortal body, not a great druid like Malfurion———— Even Malfurion couldn't completely command the demigods, let alone him.

Therefore, the only way he can command the demigods is to make the best of the situation and manipulate the demigods. Although this method of commanding avoids conflicts with the demigods, it also has a huge flaw, that is, he They have never truly gained full command authority, and are unable to forcibly change the demigods' deep-rooted sense of autonomy, let alone issue orders that run counter to their wishes.

However, Malfurion was a sensible person and did not act blindly without permission.

On the eve of the Demigod Legion's expedition, he still begged Avina to deliver news to the main camp where Jarod was stationed, hoping that the main army could cooperate with the Demigod Legion and send reinforcements to the front line.

In this way, with all 217 demigods attacking, Avina was entrusted by Malfurion with the important task of serving as the guardian of the vanguard camp, responsible for leading the heavy geese for support from the rear army.

She immediately ordered her heirs to send this important information to the camp. However, for some unknown reason, the messenger bird failed to deliver the message.

"Based on the current situation, I guess..." Levin frowned, unconsciously rubbing his chin with his fingers, and said thoughtfully: "It is very likely that the Burning Legion did it secretly, on the way. The messenger you sent to deliver the message was intercepted and killed. Their purpose is probably to take this opportunity to catch all our demigods in one go.

Hearing this, Avina's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp cold light. She raised her head angrily and made a sharp and passionate bird call to the sky:

"Cunning devil, your plot will never succeed!"

Immediately afterwards, Avina flapped her wings violently and soared from the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. She quickly flew high into the sky, and at the same time ordered Levin: "I will now go to the main camp in person to convey this news to Jarod. Levin, you take my children to the front line immediately and send the Burning Legion's troops to the front line immediately." The conspiracy tells other demigods that they must be careful and guard against it."

Before Levin could respond, Avina's wings flapped violently again, and her figure instantly disappeared from the sky. Only the explosions that broke through the speed of sound came from high in the sky, echoing in the empty wilderness.

"The Mother of Birds is indeed impatient." Levin shook his head with a wry smile, looked up at the direction where Avina disappeared, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "But... I hope she can arrive in time to deliver the news. Convey it to Jarod. If my guess is true, then the ambush will appear soon. If we want to avoid casualties among the demigods, the reinforcements need to race against time."

Although Agamaggan, as a wild boar demigod, is often misunderstood by people, who think (acaa) that his IQ is worrying, in fact, this demigod is not only not stupid at all, but is also very witty sometimes.

Just like now, he is rampaging through the Burning Legion's position, advancing like an unstoppable whirlwind.

However, as the battle deepened, Agamagan gradually noticed something was wrong.

The enemy's resistance seemed to be too weak. Compared with the previous demon armies that were led by generals and well-trained, it was a world of difference.

The wolf god Goldrinn, who was also roaming the battlefield, also noticed this keenly. He looked around and found that although there were many demons defending frontally, most of them were vulnerable cannon fodder units and lacked real combat experience.

Goldrin couldn't help frowning, feeling uneasy in his heart.

He turned around and saw the big black panther Ashaman not far away who didn't seem to realize this and was still advancing into the depths of the Burning Legion without fear.

"Ashaman, stop!" Goldrinn shouted hurriedly, trying to stop this brave but somewhat reckless comrade, "You are not a thick-skinned guy like Ursoc and Tortora. , don’t rush too hard! Stop quickly, we have to re-plan!”

However, Ashaman seemed to turn a deaf ear and continued to charge forward in his own way. Her figure shuttled among the demon army, taking away a life with every kill.

"Tsk! How come this guy is still so stubborn!" Goldrin couldn't help complaining, "He's so stubborn!"

Demigods are not born demigods. All demigods were once just ordinary beasts, but later they either had adventures, were enlightened by divine creatures, or unexpectedly possessed extraordinary understanding. Over a long period of time, it gradually became a half-formation.

Therefore, even demigods have a period of relative weakness, and their experiences during that period often affect their character after becoming demigods.

Asaman, the black panther demigod, experienced a brutal attack by a pack of wolves when she was young. This unforgettable memory made her deeply resentful and repulsive towards the wolf clan, and she even had feelings for fellow demigods. Even the god Goldrinn could not get rid of the grudge in his heart.

Among all the demigods, Ashaman and Goldrinn are undoubtedly the two most aloof.

Ashaman always lives alone and rarely communicates with other demigods. She wanders in the vast wilderness all day long, enjoying hunting. Those trolls who once ruled Kalimdor regarded her as a soft persimmon and tried to hunt down this aloof demigod many times. Fortunately, Ashaman was very capable and good at sneaking, which led to their every One operation ended in failure.

But even so, Ashaman did not ask for help from other demigods. By herself, she not only successfully escaped the trolls' siege, but also often seized the opportunity to launch a fierce counterattack, killing those trolls who dared to provoke— —Kill.

Goldrinn, on the other hand, is like a real wolf, maintaining his innate wildness and vigilance. He instinctively keeps a distance from other demigods and mortals, guarding his territory from infringement. Once someone dares to step into his forbidden territory, the wolf god will attack without hesitation, using his sharp claws and rapid speed to "tear the intruder into pieces."

But the wolf is a social animal after all. Unlike the black panther, the wolf god Goldrinn still has the minimum social skills and team awareness from his experience as a member of the wolf pack.

Although these two demigods are withdrawn and work independently, their attack power is outstanding.

Their movements are agile and their movements are flexible, and they can always display amazing strength in battle. On the contrary, their defense is their weakness. Jarod, who knew this well, tailored a set of tactics for them: wandering around the outer circle of the battlefield, using their speed and attack power advantages to deal fatal blows to the enemy while avoiding falling into a frontal fight. among.

"唳——"

A loud eagle cry pierced the sky.

Goldrinn looked up and saw the eagle demigod Ounhara flying high in the sky, leading his followers in a fierce battle with the evil bats and other aerial troops. Under Ounhara's fierce offensive, demon corpses fell like raindrops, and the scene was thrilling.

At the same time, the Storm Crow transformed by Malfurion also quickly flew over Cenarius. This forest demigod is exerting his powerful natural power with all his strength. Thick thorns and vines surge out from the ground, tightly binding the nearby demons.

"Teacher!" Malfurion made a beautiful turn in the air, landed lightly on the ground, and transformed into a human form again.

At this time, his face was full of anxiety, and he obviously had something important to report.

Cenarius' work at hand did not stop, but he still glanced at his proud disciple and frowned slightly: "What's wrong, Malfurion? Are reinforcements coming?"

"No, teacher." However, Malfurion shook his head and said solemnly, "Please listen to me, we may have fallen into the trap of the Burning Legion!"

Cenarius knew Malfurion's character well and knew that he was not the kind of person who likes to make blind targets. Therefore, when he heard the word "trap", an ominous premonition suddenly surged in his heart.

He immediately stopped casting spells, turned to Malfurion, and asked in a deep voice: "What trap? What did you find? Tell me what's going on!"

"Roar!"

Just as Malfurion was about to elaborate on his speculation, suddenly, a deafening roar came from the rear of the long line of demigods. This huge roar was like thunder, shaking the entire battlefield.

The surrounding primitive jungle fell in pieces amidst this roar, as if there was an invisible ancient giant beast rampaging through the woods, unstoppable, and the green flames of evil energy penetrated from the gaps in the gradually sparse woods, reflecting the The ferocious figure of the devil.

The next moment, a bulky demon with leaky wings on his back rushed out of the forest. He brandished a huge double-headed spear in his hand. Every time he swung his sword, a large number of soldiers from the vanguard camp fell into a pool of blood. His appearance was like a destructive force, sweeping across the entire battlefield.

"Weak demigods of Azeroth, facing the powerful Mannoroth, you will have nowhere to escape!" The demon roared, his voice full of arrogance and contempt, "I will be your mourner, plaque You are completely buried in this battlefield that belongs to us!"

"All troops attack!"

Following his order, the elite demon troops poured out like a tide from the forest behind the demigod army. They are mainly composed of Demon Guards and Doom Guards, and they are large in number and powerful in combat. In a short period of time, they cut off the demigods' retreat and formed an impenetrable encirclement.

These long-awaited elite troops cooperated with the demon colleagues in the front who began to counterattack, and the gods were firmly trapped in this battlefield.

They are like the most cunning hunters, cruelly forcing their prey into despair.

These ambushed elites formed an encirclement with the demon colleagues in front who began to counterattack, and the demigod army was firmly trapped in this battlefield.

At the same time, the high-ranking demon generals who had never been seen before also appeared one after another and immediately identified their targets.

They led the troops from behind and broke into the weakly defended flanks of each demigod's family, as easily as a sharp blade cutting through soft butter.

The ill-prepared rebels suffered heavy casualties under this sudden onslaught, and blood stained the entire battlefield. .