Chapter 750: For the Horde! (Asking for Monthly Tickets)

At this very moment, an irrepressible look of helplessness and despair flickered within their eyes.

Even the assembly of Saint-level powerhouses, as their adversaries advanced upon them one after another, could not help but reveal a trace of powerlessness in their gaze.

It was a sensation of utter impotence unlike any they had ever known in their entire lives; though their own forces had grown potent beyond their wildest imaginings, this terrifying legion shattered the coalition's sweet dreams of victory time and time again with ruthless, overbearing might.

To these orcs, who had fallen and risen repeatedly without ever managing to crush their foes, the dreadful legion they faced possessed a strength that quite simply defied all imagination.

At the Summit of Nations, the hearts of most attendees rose and fell in tandem with the shifting tides of the battlefield.

The entire course of the war was breathtakingly precarious; as the ruler of the Elven race, she could find no peace of mind, even knowing that the allied camp possessed such miraculous spells as Resurrection.

Under the onslaught of such destructive assaults, she even wondered if the next moment would bring total annihilation to the allies across the entire field, or if the old knight might exhaust his strength entirely, rendering him unable to save so many lives and causing the entire front to collapse.

They were already contemplating whether they ought to personally grace the field of battle.

Yet that choice would also signify that their entire race had marched toward its final hour.

Fang Qi had clearly sensed the gravity of the situation as well.

"It is time..."

Suddenly, streaks of obsidian light, bearing a sharp, whistling shriek, ripped through the heavens!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In an instant, brilliant bursts of fire erupted across the sky as nearly all the meteor-like fireballs were blasted apart in the upper atmosphere.

Saint Dulan, who had just been savoring a sense of supreme satisfaction, now stared fixedly at the magical projection before him.

"Who is it?!"

"What manner of person is this?!"

The assembled crowd immediately swarmed around the magical projection, terrified of missing even a single detail.

Beneath the falling meteors, the orcs, along with a portion of the human warriors and knights, could not help but lift their gazes to watch the shattered stones transform into descending arcs of light, burning away entirely before they could even strike the earth.

A dark silhouette leapt into the sky like a swift arrow; she drew her longbow to its absolute limit, and in the next heartbeat, the arrow transformed into a dark rainbow, piercing straight into the vault of heaven!

Even from the ground, one could behold that suffocatingly immense power in the high sky, as the rainbow-like black arrow exploded violently against the colossal beasts drifting above.

A chorus of wretched, miserable wails instantly echoed through the firmament.

Simultaneously, a sharp screech—powerful enough to shatter the eardrums of anyone listening—swept across the entire battlefield, like a sonic nuclear warhead detonating in their midst!

The orcs looked up at that figure; beneath a dark, somber brownish-red cloak, a sharp-featured yet undeniably beautiful face was revealed, marked by dark grey skin and elongated, tapering ears.

Countless waves of dark energy, far more terrifying than the shadows themselves, swept outward following that banshee's cry.

"The Banshee's Wail! Sylvanas! Queen Sylvanas!" a tribal orc bellowed at the top of his lungs.

In another world, they had fought for her through countless days and nights; they had never dreamed that one day, the very person they fought for would appear before them, leading them into battle side by side.

Witnessing this legendary hero of the Horde fighting alongside them threw them into a state of profound shock, yet an irrepressible surge of hot blood rushed to their hearts; an orc hoisted high a fallen battle standard, its bright red cloth fluttering amidst the brutal carnage, and roared: "For the Horde!"

"For the Horde!" Orc after orc of the Horde struggled, dragging themselves up from the ground with great difficulty, gripping their greatshields and massive axes to charge once more into the Shadow Legion.

"Healing Totem, follow up! All orc brothers, charge with me!" Master De bellowed, "For Queen Sylvanas!"

"For Queen Sylvanas!" Thera and the rest of the Horde elves hurriedly rushed forward in their wake, wishing the frontlines would move even faster, lest they block the view of their beloved Queen Sylvanas!

An immediate response echoed through the ranks, while the soldiers and monsters of the Shadow Legion, their minds still dazed and disoriented by the piercing Banshee's Wail, were slaughtered in an instant by the frenzied orcs and the melee fighters of various races rushing to the fore.

A massive rift was instantly torn into the formation of the Shadow Legion, and by this time, Sylvanas had already soared high into the sky; the power of the curse imbued within her dark arrows dealt unimaginable, grievous wounds to the colossal beasts with every shot, causing several of them to plummet to the earth amidst a chorus of wails.

"Is that... an elf?!" Everyone’s eyes fell upon the Elven Queen seated nearby.

"?!?" At this moment, the Elven Queen stared at the magical projection with wide, disbelieving eyes.

...I don't know either, why does this elf look so different from us?

None of our elves are this dark... and her ears are far longer than ours.

What is going on here?!

She was completely dumbfounded.

This elf doesn't seem to belong to our house at all!

Of course, she could not let her confusion show at a time like this; her expression remained icy as she spoke: "I have been listening to the teachings of the Elven God recently and have had no time for the mundane affairs of the tribe. The Grand Elder took a group of elven elders out some time ago and seems to have brought back many incredible things. Once the war is over, you may all ask the Grand Elder."

Then she thought to herself... could there really be other elves in this world besides our own?! How could that be possible!

Evidently, the others harbored the same suspicions; even Princess Isabella, who had remained silent in her seat, quickly cast a glance at the Elven Queen, then at the entirely novel elf within the projection, then back to the Elven Queen, and back to the projection once more...

Why does the coloration of this elf feel entirely wrong...?!

With these thoughts in mind, she continued to watch.

At that moment, arrows rained down from the sky like consecutive artillery shells; whether in the air or on the ground, countless soldiers and monsters of the Shadow Legion were struck by these terrifying energy arrows, and even everything in their immediate vicinity was blown away by the impact.

When Sylvanas had been transformed into a banshee, the bow and arrows in her hands, once filled with the magic of Silvermoon, had likewise turned into arrows of death; legend held that those slain by these arrows would become her undead servants, and even a mere scratch from them would cause wounds to fester endlessly, incurable by any medicine.

Thus, in the moments that followed, everyone witnessed the warriors of the Shadow Legion who were touched and eroded to death by the dark energy of the arrows; their flesh dissolved, yet their skeletal frames rose up from their original corpses!

(This is a skill from Warcraft III; since characters from the system version cannot simply forget skills they possessed in previous titles, all abilities from Warcraft III and World of Warcraft have been integrated and adjusted for them.)

One after another, the former warriors of the Shadow Legion rose once more from the dead, turning to slaughter their former comrades without a shred of emotion.

In this instant, even the Shadow Legion, which knew nothing but slaughter, seemed to feel an emotion called fear creeping into their hearts!

At long last, the entire Shadow Legion began a total collapse across all fronts!