Vanessa, the fake paladin, did not charge with a group of screaming real paladins. She knew that she was very good at the judgement armor now, and it looked good, but the natural power also dropped a lot. She was not familiar with horse war, so she could not use the thief skills on the horse's back. She took Ashkandi. The sword of the Brotherhood was fine to cut a soldier, and she would hang her hang against the Forgotten generals.

It would be too embarrassing if she was chased and beaten by others and shouted "rescue" in a heart-wrenching manner. She would just pretend to be honest behind her.

From the hot blood system to the Buddhist system, the entire transformation process was smooth and natural. Before we knew it, everyone rushed to the front. They would not think that His Highness the Regent was running slowly, but thought that they were running too fast.

Jaina also knew that she couldn't exert much combat power now, so she came to protect her.

"Let's go over there!" Vanessa sat on the horse's back and forth and observed left and right, and soon pointed to a direction on the battlefield.

Prince Sunderland was beaten to death.

The Forgotten Mage is also a very decisive person. They crushed the barrier that bound the Wind Elemental Prince, then attacked his elemental core continuously, and forcibly killed this elemental creature.

The flaming war horse turned into a gust of wind at the right time and passed by Prince Wind's corpse. Vanessa had extracted the energy from the skull of the Wind Trailer many times before, but now she slightly imitated the characteristics of it. With the speed of the horse, she reached out and grabbed the Wrath of Thunder. The Blessing Sword of the Wind Trailer.

With Prince Sunderland's death in battle, the long sword of the artifact had become a masterless thing, and the artifact was in a state of chaoticness. As Vanessa reached out, it found that, hey, this breath was a bit familiar, and if you didn't say anything, follow her!

The thirty-meter-long artifact long sword quickly shrank and eventually turned into a one-handed sword with thunder all over the body of the sword.

Her left hand's thunder rage and her right hand's Ashkandi cut off the two Forgotten mages with the help of the impact of the war horse. Not only did she pick up the tip of the sword, but she also snatched the elemental core of the Wind Elemental Prince.

This core is seriously damaged, but it also has certain research value.

The Forgotten Mage was furious. Whether it was the artifact long sword or the elemental core, they were their spoils. How could they be snatched away by the enemy?

They began to recite spells to teach the robber a lesson that he would never forget, but then there was no more. Jaina's spell fell to their heads first, at a higher level than them, and cast spells in advance. A total of twenty Forgotten Mages were swept in by the precisely controlled ice storm and never came out again.

"Let's give this thing to Dalaran." Vanessa studied the core of Prince of Wind Elements, and she found that this thing was of no use to her.

She is neither a shaman nor can she absorb the energy of the wind element. The undead plague has also caused some pollution to this core, so she might as well give it to Dalaran as a reward.

Jaina thought of this too. In fact, she couldn't use this thing, but taking it back to Dalaran could block some people's mouths, and nodded and took it over immediately.

Hum? After Vanessa finished talking to her, she turned around and saw a familiar back. But when she wanted to look carefully, the Forgotten had already begun to retreat to the underground city.

"What?" Jaina has been watching the ruins of the capital. She is familiar with many places here, but the once gorgeous tower has become ruins. The once spotless giant bells are scattered on the ground, and the cracks of the walls are covered with deformed vines. The city is filled with a rich and almost indelible death.

Seeing that Vanessa looked strange, she asked casually.

Vanessa wasn't sure who she saw just now, it was just a back, very vague.

"It's okay, we'll keep up!" We can't charge, but we can't crouch behind. As a woman, she doesn't need to show her courage on such occasions. As long as she makes a charge posture, it will meet the requirements of all parties.

If a female leader cuts blood all over his body, wouldn’t it seem useless for a man?

The big two-meter tall man, Herod, held a wheeled axe, and his muscles were tangled, and he rushed into the Forgotten queue like a whirlwind.

He is a purely physical attack method. The fierce general rolled up a whirlwind of killing with his muscles alone. The sharp axe carried cold light and continuously slashed the head of the Forgotten.

The Forgotten Executive, Dasalia, a female warrior from Tarenmere, faced Herod with two swords. One of them was powerful and the other was exquisite in swordsmanship, and no one could do anything to anyone in a short period of time.

The two sides fought for more than ten rounds. When Old Ford saw that Herod could not take the Forgotten in a short time, he immediately ordered his disciple to help with the female priest Paltese, who is known as the silver priest, which is a battlefield and there is no need to play a one-on-one challenge.

The silver priest Paltres is very strong and his talent is even more terrifying. He can be said to be the strongest priest on the scene.

Her expression was full of holiness and an inviolable expression that was discouraged. There were very few people in Azeroth who were qualified to be her teacher now.

She vomited two syllables lightly, and then a holy light strike that fell from the sky slashed straight towards the head of the high-level executor. At the critical moment, the Forsaken female warrior with extremely rich combat experience rolled away from the vital points, but was still hit on her left arm by the holy light strike. The holy light kept winding upwards like a fiery fire.

"Looking for death!" The wither shot an arrow at the silver priest. The other party's expression was gone. A golden shield blocked the sharp arrow while waving his hand.

A silver light burst out from Paltese's eyes, a hundred meters apart, she looked straight into the eyes of the wither. This was her silver priest's fame skill, confession!

Endless regret surged into the hearts of the withered person, and a large number of memories appeared in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern. There seemed to be countless voices around him asking him in a low voice, "Do you regret it? Are you sad? You still have hope, and you can still look back, come and embrace your new life again."

The withered eyes were scarlet, so let him repent? In a dream, he would not regret it at all, nor would he ever regret it! Even in hell, he would be willing to follow him!

Well? The silver priest Paltese was shaken for the first time after he walked onto the battlefield. Someone could resist her confession?

"Firm your path, don't use your path to underestimate others' paths. You are very strong, but if one day you meet someone stronger than you, do you have to deny what you have always insisted on?"
Chapter completed!